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Chapter 16
Chrissie & Kate
It was the end of our first day of the working week and mommy and I
sneaked into one of the empty rooms, locked the door and climbed on the
bed. She lewdly spread her legs allowing me to lick her pussy clean,
savouring the scent of her juices and the remnants of the many men who
had been inside her. She let me tease her clit briefly but was too
sensitive to let me carry her to a climax. After I was finished I wiped
my lips with my hand and looked down at my mother's beautiful body.
"I'm leaking like crazy, as usual," I said with an embarrassed laugh.
"Let's go down and change so I can put on some granny panties and a pad.
I feel like a mess down there."
"I want to ask you a big favour first," mommy said in a hushed tone,
averting her eyes downward. "Luke was one of my customers again today and
I'm getting a big crush on him. He asked if he could spend the night with
me at our place and I said yes. I know it's against all the rules and it
could get me into trouble but I couldn't help myself. Please say it's
OK."
"You know I can't say no to you, but I hope you know what you are doing,"
I said. "I hope he can keep his mouth shut too. If anyone found out it
would be a scandal. You know Derek would be furious and make you work in
a cheap east end knocking shop for a couple of months."
"Thank you so much," said mommy with relief. "I am going to meet him for
drinks after work and then I'll bring him home. I'm sorry we can't sleep
together tonight and you know we can't do a lot of the things we like to
do in private in front of him. I promise this won't happen often."
"That's OK," I said, trying to hide the disappointment in my voice.
"Let's go downstairs and change. I'll sleep in the guest room tonight"
"Give me a minute or two to collect myself," she said, lying back down on
the bed. "I think the best way to describe how I feel right now is fucked
out."
The fact is that I was instantly jealous of Luke's relationship with
mommy. It's not that I wanted him, I wanted her all to myself but I had
to also face reality: I am mommy's sissy son and can't provide her
everything she wants. He is everything I never was: an alpha male with an
arrogant level of self-confidence, and he is just the type mommy is often
drawn to. He's also the type my soon-to-be ex-wife would make a play for
and he is also Tracie's friend, or lover. I wasn't sure which but he was
part and parcel of the deal she made with us when she took over from
Helen.
My mood had sunk in the last couple of minutes. I did have a decent day
and continued to be a popular addition to the brothel, offering a kinky
alternative to the attractive women that worked there. I was in an upbeat
mood until mommy broke her news to me. I must have looked a bit down when
I walked into the changing room at the back of the house. Kate, the
matron of the house, and also one of the most popular working girls, was
the only one left in the room.
"Do you want to go out for a drink after work?" she asked, surprising me
completely. "Just you and me, I'd rather not have your mother join us
although I've got nothing against her. Let's go out and have some fun. We
haven't really talked since you started working here."
"Wow, sure," I replied, suddenly happy again. "That would be great. I had
kind of a hectic weekend and it would be good to let off some steam."
If I had been born a real girl I would have liked to be exactly like
Kate. I will admit I am a pretty hot t-girl, but in my fantasies I would
like to be a real woman just like her. She's sexy, beautiful and
confident and comes off as quite intelligent. She's completely open about
being a hooker and has the confidence to actually make men overlook that
fact and still fall for her.
Kate laughed when she saw me attach the sanitary pad to my granny
knickers and put my soaked lacy panties into a small plastic bag before I
put them in my handbag. She was fascinated with my little prick and asked
me if it was OK if she could just touch it briefly. It was not only OK;
it was if a jolt of electricity ran through me as she delicately handled
it between two fingers. She finally dropped it from her grasp and I
finished dressing and we left before mommy could join us in the room. We
ended up in a trendy crowded Mayfair pub, not far from Derek's brothel,
and caused quite a stir when we entered, wearing short skirts, heels and
clingy tops. The mainly male clientele quickly quieted when they spotted
us.
"Let's get a table as far away from the creeps as possible," Kate
whispered to me. "If we sit too close to the bar we'll be hassled by
loser after loser."
"That's fine with me," I said, laughing. "It might surprise you to know
that even though I am screwed by about a dozen guys a day I'm not
attracted to men whatsoever."
We found a table in the corner and ordered a bottle of house white, which
was served quickly along with two glasses. Kate poured the wine and we
clinked our glasses together in a toast before taking our first sip.
"You know I am curious about you," she said, putting her hand on top
mine. "You are some mysterious creature who looks like a beautiful young
ingénue but has a tiny penis. You've got an innocent look about you but I
don't think you are very innocent at all. In fact, if we scratched your
surface even a little bit there would be some very strange things hidden
under there. I've got a pretty wicked mind too."
"Do you have boyfriends?" I asked. "I mean real boyfriends, not the men
who are your regular customers."
"Not really, in fact, not at all," she replied. "Men bore me. Women do
too, particularly the ones we work with. You don't bore me, though.
Frankly, you are the first person who has really interested me and I am
developing a thing for you."
That's when she began to hold my hand instead stroking it in a friendly
fashion and that's when the light bulb popped in my head and I knew that
she was coming on to me. I had never felt so flattered in my life. When
my wife and I first met she went down on me, which was a thrill, but
nothing compared to this. Here was a woman who would have been an
impossibility for me when I was trying to be a man and now, after I had
given up and surrendered my masculinity entirely, I was suddenly the
centre of her attention. I was almost rendered speechless and blushed a
deep red that I am sure extended down into my chest.
"I can't even describe what I think about you," I stammered. "I couldn't
even begin to put it into words."
"Wow, that's a relief," said Kate. "You don't know how much courage I had
to summon up to say what I said. You've sparked something in me that I
never felt before for anyone. It's not normal by any means but we aren't
very normal people, are we?"
"Come with me to the back and let's slip inside the girl's room for a
second," Kate said getting up from the table and holding my hand as she
took me to the back of the pub and opened the lady's room door.
No sooner had it shut that she began kissing me, putting her tongue in my
mouth and sending a jolt through me that brought the biggest hormonal
rush I have ever had. Kate is taller than me and I let myself melt in her
arms and began to shake as she held me and broke out in perspiration as
she kissed me deeply.
"Wow, you are a little firecracker," she said, laughing after she broke
off the kiss. "I know now where the on/off switch is. I can't wait to get
you in bed and push those buttons."
"Don't get insecure, I don't need to be fucked by a real man," she added.
"I need something different and I'm not looking for a little fling. Come
on, let's go back outside and talk."
After we sat down and I collected myself and steadied my nerves by
quickly drinking the glass of wine in front of me, I let Kate study me
for a few minutes before she spoke.
"You must have made an awful man," she said, laughing. "You are so
naturally feminine. Why did you even try?"
"I don't know, but I really do," I replied. "You've already sensed that
my relationship with my mother is a bit bizarre. It's not her fault but
it is in a way. It's just who she is, which is something that she can't
help. When I was younger I wanted to be her daughter instead of her son,
even from an early age and not because I was gay. I was never gay. I just
wanted to worship her and I finally got the chance when I caught her
screwing my uncle behind my father's back. She had to make me complicit
in that to assure my silence so she took me to bed and, instead of doing
what 99 percent of other boys would do, I went down on her and cleaned
the spunk from her pussy. Our relationship evolved from there and lasted
for 12 years until I was 25. Then I had kind of a personal crisis. I
didn't know if I wanted to live a life that was so far out of the
mainstream."
"Of course you went down on her, I knew you would have done that," Kate
said. "Your brain is wired differently than other men which is why you
make the perfect sissy. You are actually more like the feminine ideal, at
least from a man's perspective, than any woman I have known. You have
none of the cunning that women inherently use to navigate through life.
You are more submissive than anyone I have met and you crave dominance.
You need to be owned and exploited. That's what you really want in life."
"Your own mother cuckolded you right from the start," Kate added. "I bet
when you left her you subconsciously went out to find a woman who would
do the same to you. You needed someone who would humiliate you like you
humiliated yourself when you licked your mother's dirty pussy clean."
I didn't have to respond to that judgement. My face said it all. I turned
a bright red and the flush extended to my chest. I didn't realise until
that point in my life why I had chosen to marry Heidi and so willingly
allow her to have other lovers even whilst we were engaged. I was just
looking for a replacement for mommy. Heidi filled that role perfectly
until she got knocked up by Rob and left me. She cuckolded me right from
the start, just like mommy.
"I'll tell you a big secret but you have to promise me you will never
tell anyone else," Kate said.
"Of course I will keep it secret," I replied. "Your little psychoanalysis
of me has been so revealing I am almost getting hot flashes. I get them
when something sparks the hormones that I get injected in me."
"I knew that," Kate said. "You would never know it, because it is quite
cleverly done, but Derek has a hidden camera in every girl's room and
they record every session they have with a client. It's sort of his
insurance policy if the cops come down on him. He has enough video
footage of politicians, businessmen and other important people doing
things that you can't imagine to personally control Whitehall. He never
uses it. It's only for a big emergency."
"I'm the only person who works for him that has access to those tapes and
I've been secretly watching the videos of you when I go home at night,"
Kate added, with a gleam in her eyes. "I can see the point when you are
with a client when the hormones take over. It's when you are at your most
submissive point. Your breasts turn pink and your face flushes and you
start writhing around. It's like you turn into a different person. I
think something about that really appeals to the men that dominate you.
It sort of reaffirms their sense of superiority. There is no sense of
equality in the experience as there would be if they chose a real woman
to have sex with. I want that experience with you. I want the thrill of
your complete submission."
"We aren't going to have a normal relationship," she continued. "We
aren't capable of that. We'll have fun together but I want you to
understand something right from the start. After ten years working as a
hooker and having sex with thousands of men, I couldn't trust anybody
enough to have a normal relationship. We aren't going to be equals
because you don't want that. I'm going to give you what we both want. I
am going to own you, just like a master owns a slave. I'll treat you like
a piece of property that has been placed on this earth only to make me
happy. You will devote yourself to me completely and I will make sure you
get the degradation you need so much."
"I can't believe someone as beautiful as you would even bother to notice
me," I replied. "You are a dream come true. I have a lot of faults and
the biggest one is that I am addicted to the hormones that are given to
me every week. It is worse than a heroin addiction because I can't go off
them. They make me who I am. I would be nothing without them and the
people who give me those d**gs know it and control my life because of
it."
"We'll have to live with that then," Kate replied, smiling. "I'd like to
see what they are like. Do they have any effect on women?"
"Actually, mommy started the treatment a few days ago and she already
looks more youthful and has become even more sexual," I said. "They sort
of give her a glow."
"Well, get on the phone to your pusher and let's get shot up tonight,"
Kate said. "Let's take the next trip together."
I got up from the table and went outside and called Tracie on my mobile
phone and arranged for her to come by my house later and told her to
bring a dose for me and one for a woman. She was surprisingly agreeable
and even asked me how my first day back at work had gone and what I did
over the weekend.
"That's done," I said when I returned to the table. "We have about an
hour to meet her at my place. I have to warn you about something, though.
It's not going to make you happy, but it's not about me. It's about my
mother."
"What is it?" Kate asked. "I'm sort of conflicted about your mother and
haven't decided if I like her or not, to be honest with you."
"One of her clients is spending the night with her at my house," I said.
"I know that breaks all the rules."
"I am sure you and I are going to break some sort of rule together, so
I'm not worried about it," Kate said. "Anyway, that means she won't be
butting into our business tonight which is exactly what I want."
We caught a taxi to my house and, once inside; Kate had a look around
downstairs and checked out the artwork on the walls. It's a normal London
mews house I bought with some of the money I inherited from my father
and, like everything else in my neighbourhood, it was now valued at
threefold of what I paid for it, even though it was made for small
families more than a century ago and has only two bedrooms upstairs and a
living room, small kitchen and a dining room downstairs. After she had
satisfied her curiosity we both sat on the sofa. The sounds of mommy
getting fucked by Luke upstairs were impossible not to notice.
There was a quiet knock on the front door and I rose to answer it. I
brought Tracie into the living room, introduced her to Kate and offered
her a seat. She couldn't help but hear the sounds of the squeaking bed
upstairs.
"Who's nailing your mommy?" Tracie asked, arching her eyebrows and
looking upwards. "It sounds like she's having her brains fucked out."
"It's your friend, Luke," I said. "I guess he convinced her to break the
rules of the house and invite him back here for a freebee tonight."
"I hope he doesn't wear her out for tomorrow," she said with a laugh.
"She's supposed to be working as a whore and selling it, not giving it
away for free."
"She knows that but she's got a crush on him," I replied. "She can't help
herself sometimes."
"Do you ever give it out for free?" Tracie asked Kate. "I imagine you
have a string of regular customers who would give their right arm to
marry you."
"I haven't had sex with anyone for free for over ten years," Kate said
with a laugh. "And you're right; I get a proposal on average once a
month. If I wanted to marry a billionaire I could do it tomorrow."
"Well, I have to get going so why don't you both bend over and let me do
my magic," Tracie said. "I am perfecting your shots Chrissie. I think
you'll get a big kick out of this one. I've put together a different
formula for you Kate, because you are younger than Chrissie's mother and
you are naturally producing a lot of hormones. You'll definitely feel
this one when it kicks in. You won't have to wait till tomorrow either.
Both of these injections will start working in about an hour, so don't
operate any heavy machinery this evening."
I got my normal three injections and Kate was given two. The skin around
the spot where she put the needles in immediately began to warm. Tracie
actually kissed us both on the cheeks before she said her goodbyes. When
we both sat down on the sofa after she had left we noticed that the noise
upstairs had quieted down.
"I guess mommy just got her own injection," I said with a laugh. "It must
have been her 12th or 13th of the day so far."
"Your days of going down on mommy just after she's been fucked are over,"
Kate said, standing and unzipping her skirt and pulling down her
underwear. "I've got my own dirty pussy that needs cleaning."
With that said she sat on the sofa, splaying her legs and revealing her
smoothly shaved pussy. My tongue was eagerly licking her only seconds
later. It was only the third pussy I had ever licked in my life but
definitely the sweetest. It tasted like it had been fucked numerous times
that day and she actually used her vaginal muscles to push out some of
the remaining cum for me to lick up. I wondered about what sort of
mixtures of fresh semen I had swallowed that day already, first from
mommy and now from Kate. It brought on a powerful hormonal rush that made
me almost forget where I was for a few moments and I felt the room spin a
few times before they passed.
When I was done and had finally got Kate off, I had to kneel on the floor
for a few minutes before I could get the strength to lift myself up.
Later Kate and I had some yogurt and wine for dinner and went to bed,
already beginning to feel the hormones Tracie had injected in us. They
were exhilarating but at the same time a bit exhausting and we both went
right to sleep.
I awoke at 7:00 am to a pounding on the door, that didn't seem to have
woken mommy or Kate. I crept downstairs, just wearing a dressing gown and
some feminine slippers and opened the door. Outside stood a rather
handsome man in his early forties carrying two suitcases, with an annoyed
look on his face.
"I am looking for my wife and she's supposed to be staying at this
address with her son, Chris," the man said in a strong Australian accent.
"You have the right address, come in," I said. "What's your name?"
"I'm Paul," he said, following me down the hallway and into the living
room. "Does Chris live here and is my wife at home? You must be Chris's
girlfriend or wife. He's a lucky man if you are. I'm sorry to disturb
you."
"That's OK," I said, feeling a hormonal surge beginning to build inside
me. "Follow me into the kitchen and I'll make coffee."
Once I got the cups down and the coffee making going I excused myself,
telling him I had to quickly pee, and went upstairs and sat on the toilet
while wave after wave of oestrogen flowed through me, bringing me to a
hot flush. It took a couple of minutes to recover and I washed my face
before I went back down the stairs. To my horror he had filled the coffee
cups and brought them out to the living room and put them on the coffee
table along with some milk and sugar. Since the bedroom Luke and mommy
were in was directly above the living room and the house was old enough
where every creak could be clearly heard, he was shortly about to hear a
symphony of sounds once the two lovers awoke and got down to business. To
make matters even more bizarre, Kate came into the room wearing what she
had gone to bed wearing last night: stockings, a suspender and matching
bra and panties and she was wearing her three inch heels. On seeing me
she came over and kissed me passionately on the lips right in front of my
new stepfather. In introduced Kate to Paul and in her own unabashed style
she didn't seem the slightest bit embarrassed to meet someone just
wearing the scantiest lingerie. Having worked as a hooker for ten years,
I guess she is used to meeting new people without much in the way of
clothes on. I quickly excused myself and went to the kitchen to pour a
cup for Kate and brought it out for her. She chose to sit on the sofa
between Paul and I, leaning back and crossing her long legs.
"Thanks for the coffee," Paul said, taking his first sip. "Is my wife
still asleep upstairs? I've been on a plane for 20 hours and I thought I
would surprise her with a visit."
"I think she's still asleep," said Kate with a giggle. "But I am sure
you'll know when she wakes up."
Just then the sound of the headboard hitting the wall upstairs began to
echo downstairs to the living room and the steady rhythm of the creaks of
the bed began and even my mommy's loud moans could be heard faintly from
where we sat on the sofa.
"I'd say she's fully awake now if you want to go upstairs and surprise
her," said Kate with a laugh.
Chrissie & Kate
It was the end of our first day of the working week and mommy and I
sneaked into one of the empty rooms, locked the door and climbed on the
bed. She lewdly spread her legs allowing me to lick her pussy clean,
savouring the scent of her juices and the remnants of the many men who
had been inside her. She let me tease her clit briefly but was too
sensitive to let me carry her to a climax. After I was finished I wiped
my lips with my hand and looked down at my mother's beautiful body.
"I'm leaking like crazy, as usual," I said with an embarrassed laugh.
"Let's go down and change so I can put on some granny panties and a pad.
I feel like a mess down there."
"I want to ask you a big favour first," mommy said in a hushed tone,
averting her eyes downward. "Luke was one of my customers again today and
I'm getting a big crush on him. He asked if he could spend the night with
me at our place and I said yes. I know it's against all the rules and it
could get me into trouble but I couldn't help myself. Please say it's
OK."
"You know I can't say no to you, but I hope you know what you are doing,"
I said. "I hope he can keep his mouth shut too. If anyone found out it
would be a scandal. You know Derek would be furious and make you work in
a cheap east end knocking shop for a couple of months."
"Thank you so much," said mommy with relief. "I am going to meet him for
drinks after work and then I'll bring him home. I'm sorry we can't sleep
together tonight and you know we can't do a lot of the things we like to
do in private in front of him. I promise this won't happen often."
"That's OK," I said, trying to hide the disappointment in my voice.
"Let's go downstairs and change. I'll sleep in the guest room tonight"
"Give me a minute or two to collect myself," she said, lying back down on
the bed. "I think the best way to describe how I feel right now is fucked
out."
The fact is that I was instantly jealous of Luke's relationship with
mommy. It's not that I wanted him, I wanted her all to myself but I had
to also face reality: I am mommy's sissy son and can't provide her
everything she wants. He is everything I never was: an alpha male with an
arrogant level of self-confidence, and he is just the type mommy is often
drawn to. He's also the type my soon-to-be ex-wife would make a play for
and he is also Tracie's friend, or lover. I wasn't sure which but he was
part and parcel of the deal she made with us when she took over from
Helen.
My mood had sunk in the last couple of minutes. I did have a decent day
and continued to be a popular addition to the brothel, offering a kinky
alternative to the attractive women that worked there. I was in an upbeat
mood until mommy broke her news to me. I must have looked a bit down when
I walked into the changing room at the back of the house. Kate, the
matron of the house, and also one of the most popular working girls, was
the only one left in the room.
"Do you want to go out for a drink after work?" she asked, surprising me
completely. "Just you and me, I'd rather not have your mother join us
although I've got nothing against her. Let's go out and have some fun. We
haven't really talked since you started working here."
"Wow, sure," I replied, suddenly happy again. "That would be great. I had
kind of a hectic weekend and it would be good to let off some steam."
If I had been born a real girl I would have liked to be exactly like
Kate. I will admit I am a pretty hot t-girl, but in my fantasies I would
like to be a real woman just like her. She's sexy, beautiful and
confident and comes off as quite intelligent. She's completely open about
being a hooker and has the confidence to actually make men overlook that
fact and still fall for her.
Kate laughed when she saw me attach the sanitary pad to my granny
knickers and put my soaked lacy panties into a small plastic bag before I
put them in my handbag. She was fascinated with my little prick and asked
me if it was OK if she could just touch it briefly. It was not only OK;
it was if a jolt of electricity ran through me as she delicately handled
it between two fingers. She finally dropped it from her grasp and I
finished dressing and we left before mommy could join us in the room. We
ended up in a trendy crowded Mayfair pub, not far from Derek's brothel,
and caused quite a stir when we entered, wearing short skirts, heels and
clingy tops. The mainly male clientele quickly quieted when they spotted
us.
"Let's get a table as far away from the creeps as possible," Kate
whispered to me. "If we sit too close to the bar we'll be hassled by
loser after loser."
"That's fine with me," I said, laughing. "It might surprise you to know
that even though I am screwed by about a dozen guys a day I'm not
attracted to men whatsoever."
We found a table in the corner and ordered a bottle of house white, which
was served quickly along with two glasses. Kate poured the wine and we
clinked our glasses together in a toast before taking our first sip.
"You know I am curious about you," she said, putting her hand on top
mine. "You are some mysterious creature who looks like a beautiful young
ingénue but has a tiny penis. You've got an innocent look about you but I
don't think you are very innocent at all. In fact, if we scratched your
surface even a little bit there would be some very strange things hidden
under there. I've got a pretty wicked mind too."
"Do you have boyfriends?" I asked. "I mean real boyfriends, not the men
who are your regular customers."
"Not really, in fact, not at all," she replied. "Men bore me. Women do
too, particularly the ones we work with. You don't bore me, though.
Frankly, you are the first person who has really interested me and I am
developing a thing for you."
That's when she began to hold my hand instead stroking it in a friendly
fashion and that's when the light bulb popped in my head and I knew that
she was coming on to me. I had never felt so flattered in my life. When
my wife and I first met she went down on me, which was a thrill, but
nothing compared to this. Here was a woman who would have been an
impossibility for me when I was trying to be a man and now, after I had
given up and surrendered my masculinity entirely, I was suddenly the
centre of her attention. I was almost rendered speechless and blushed a
deep red that I am sure extended down into my chest.
"I can't even describe what I think about you," I stammered. "I couldn't
even begin to put it into words."
"Wow, that's a relief," said Kate. "You don't know how much courage I had
to summon up to say what I said. You've sparked something in me that I
never felt before for anyone. It's not normal by any means but we aren't
very normal people, are we?"
"Come with me to the back and let's slip inside the girl's room for a
second," Kate said getting up from the table and holding my hand as she
took me to the back of the pub and opened the lady's room door.
No sooner had it shut that she began kissing me, putting her tongue in my
mouth and sending a jolt through me that brought the biggest hormonal
rush I have ever had. Kate is taller than me and I let myself melt in her
arms and began to shake as she held me and broke out in perspiration as
she kissed me deeply.
"Wow, you are a little firecracker," she said, laughing after she broke
off the kiss. "I know now where the on/off switch is. I can't wait to get
you in bed and push those buttons."
"Don't get insecure, I don't need to be fucked by a real man," she added.
"I need something different and I'm not looking for a little fling. Come
on, let's go back outside and talk."
After we sat down and I collected myself and steadied my nerves by
quickly drinking the glass of wine in front of me, I let Kate study me
for a few minutes before she spoke.
"You must have made an awful man," she said, laughing. "You are so
naturally feminine. Why did you even try?"
"I don't know, but I really do," I replied. "You've already sensed that
my relationship with my mother is a bit bizarre. It's not her fault but
it is in a way. It's just who she is, which is something that she can't
help. When I was younger I wanted to be her daughter instead of her son,
even from an early age and not because I was gay. I was never gay. I just
wanted to worship her and I finally got the chance when I caught her
screwing my uncle behind my father's back. She had to make me complicit
in that to assure my silence so she took me to bed and, instead of doing
what 99 percent of other boys would do, I went down on her and cleaned
the spunk from her pussy. Our relationship evolved from there and lasted
for 12 years until I was 25. Then I had kind of a personal crisis. I
didn't know if I wanted to live a life that was so far out of the
mainstream."
"Of course you went down on her, I knew you would have done that," Kate
said. "Your brain is wired differently than other men which is why you
make the perfect sissy. You are actually more like the feminine ideal, at
least from a man's perspective, than any woman I have known. You have
none of the cunning that women inherently use to navigate through life.
You are more submissive than anyone I have met and you crave dominance.
You need to be owned and exploited. That's what you really want in life."
"Your own mother cuckolded you right from the start," Kate added. "I bet
when you left her you subconsciously went out to find a woman who would
do the same to you. You needed someone who would humiliate you like you
humiliated yourself when you licked your mother's dirty pussy clean."
I didn't have to respond to that judgement. My face said it all. I turned
a bright red and the flush extended to my chest. I didn't realise until
that point in my life why I had chosen to marry Heidi and so willingly
allow her to have other lovers even whilst we were engaged. I was just
looking for a replacement for mommy. Heidi filled that role perfectly
until she got knocked up by Rob and left me. She cuckolded me right from
the start, just like mommy.
"I'll tell you a big secret but you have to promise me you will never
tell anyone else," Kate said.
"Of course I will keep it secret," I replied. "Your little psychoanalysis
of me has been so revealing I am almost getting hot flashes. I get them
when something sparks the hormones that I get injected in me."
"I knew that," Kate said. "You would never know it, because it is quite
cleverly done, but Derek has a hidden camera in every girl's room and
they record every session they have with a client. It's sort of his
insurance policy if the cops come down on him. He has enough video
footage of politicians, businessmen and other important people doing
things that you can't imagine to personally control Whitehall. He never
uses it. It's only for a big emergency."
"I'm the only person who works for him that has access to those tapes and
I've been secretly watching the videos of you when I go home at night,"
Kate added, with a gleam in her eyes. "I can see the point when you are
with a client when the hormones take over. It's when you are at your most
submissive point. Your breasts turn pink and your face flushes and you
start writhing around. It's like you turn into a different person. I
think something about that really appeals to the men that dominate you.
It sort of reaffirms their sense of superiority. There is no sense of
equality in the experience as there would be if they chose a real woman
to have sex with. I want that experience with you. I want the thrill of
your complete submission."
"We aren't going to have a normal relationship," she continued. "We
aren't capable of that. We'll have fun together but I want you to
understand something right from the start. After ten years working as a
hooker and having sex with thousands of men, I couldn't trust anybody
enough to have a normal relationship. We aren't going to be equals
because you don't want that. I'm going to give you what we both want. I
am going to own you, just like a master owns a slave. I'll treat you like
a piece of property that has been placed on this earth only to make me
happy. You will devote yourself to me completely and I will make sure you
get the degradation you need so much."
"I can't believe someone as beautiful as you would even bother to notice
me," I replied. "You are a dream come true. I have a lot of faults and
the biggest one is that I am addicted to the hormones that are given to
me every week. It is worse than a heroin addiction because I can't go off
them. They make me who I am. I would be nothing without them and the
people who give me those d**gs know it and control my life because of
it."
"We'll have to live with that then," Kate replied, smiling. "I'd like to
see what they are like. Do they have any effect on women?"
"Actually, mommy started the treatment a few days ago and she already
looks more youthful and has become even more sexual," I said. "They sort
of give her a glow."
"Well, get on the phone to your pusher and let's get shot up tonight,"
Kate said. "Let's take the next trip together."
I got up from the table and went outside and called Tracie on my mobile
phone and arranged for her to come by my house later and told her to
bring a dose for me and one for a woman. She was surprisingly agreeable
and even asked me how my first day back at work had gone and what I did
over the weekend.
"That's done," I said when I returned to the table. "We have about an
hour to meet her at my place. I have to warn you about something, though.
It's not going to make you happy, but it's not about me. It's about my
mother."
"What is it?" Kate asked. "I'm sort of conflicted about your mother and
haven't decided if I like her or not, to be honest with you."
"One of her clients is spending the night with her at my house," I said.
"I know that breaks all the rules."
"I am sure you and I are going to break some sort of rule together, so
I'm not worried about it," Kate said. "Anyway, that means she won't be
butting into our business tonight which is exactly what I want."
We caught a taxi to my house and, once inside; Kate had a look around
downstairs and checked out the artwork on the walls. It's a normal London
mews house I bought with some of the money I inherited from my father
and, like everything else in my neighbourhood, it was now valued at
threefold of what I paid for it, even though it was made for small
families more than a century ago and has only two bedrooms upstairs and a
living room, small kitchen and a dining room downstairs. After she had
satisfied her curiosity we both sat on the sofa. The sounds of mommy
getting fucked by Luke upstairs were impossible not to notice.
There was a quiet knock on the front door and I rose to answer it. I
brought Tracie into the living room, introduced her to Kate and offered
her a seat. She couldn't help but hear the sounds of the squeaking bed
upstairs.
"Who's nailing your mommy?" Tracie asked, arching her eyebrows and
looking upwards. "It sounds like she's having her brains fucked out."
"It's your friend, Luke," I said. "I guess he convinced her to break the
rules of the house and invite him back here for a freebee tonight."
"I hope he doesn't wear her out for tomorrow," she said with a laugh.
"She's supposed to be working as a whore and selling it, not giving it
away for free."
"She knows that but she's got a crush on him," I replied. "She can't help
herself sometimes."
"Do you ever give it out for free?" Tracie asked Kate. "I imagine you
have a string of regular customers who would give their right arm to
marry you."
"I haven't had sex with anyone for free for over ten years," Kate said
with a laugh. "And you're right; I get a proposal on average once a
month. If I wanted to marry a billionaire I could do it tomorrow."
"Well, I have to get going so why don't you both bend over and let me do
my magic," Tracie said. "I am perfecting your shots Chrissie. I think
you'll get a big kick out of this one. I've put together a different
formula for you Kate, because you are younger than Chrissie's mother and
you are naturally producing a lot of hormones. You'll definitely feel
this one when it kicks in. You won't have to wait till tomorrow either.
Both of these injections will start working in about an hour, so don't
operate any heavy machinery this evening."
I got my normal three injections and Kate was given two. The skin around
the spot where she put the needles in immediately began to warm. Tracie
actually kissed us both on the cheeks before she said her goodbyes. When
we both sat down on the sofa after she had left we noticed that the noise
upstairs had quieted down.
"I guess mommy just got her own injection," I said with a laugh. "It must
have been her 12th or 13th of the day so far."
"Your days of going down on mommy just after she's been fucked are over,"
Kate said, standing and unzipping her skirt and pulling down her
underwear. "I've got my own dirty pussy that needs cleaning."
With that said she sat on the sofa, splaying her legs and revealing her
smoothly shaved pussy. My tongue was eagerly licking her only seconds
later. It was only the third pussy I had ever licked in my life but
definitely the sweetest. It tasted like it had been fucked numerous times
that day and she actually used her vaginal muscles to push out some of
the remaining cum for me to lick up. I wondered about what sort of
mixtures of fresh semen I had swallowed that day already, first from
mommy and now from Kate. It brought on a powerful hormonal rush that made
me almost forget where I was for a few moments and I felt the room spin a
few times before they passed.
When I was done and had finally got Kate off, I had to kneel on the floor
for a few minutes before I could get the strength to lift myself up.
Later Kate and I had some yogurt and wine for dinner and went to bed,
already beginning to feel the hormones Tracie had injected in us. They
were exhilarating but at the same time a bit exhausting and we both went
right to sleep.
I awoke at 7:00 am to a pounding on the door, that didn't seem to have
woken mommy or Kate. I crept downstairs, just wearing a dressing gown and
some feminine slippers and opened the door. Outside stood a rather
handsome man in his early forties carrying two suitcases, with an annoyed
look on his face.
"I am looking for my wife and she's supposed to be staying at this
address with her son, Chris," the man said in a strong Australian accent.
"You have the right address, come in," I said. "What's your name?"
"I'm Paul," he said, following me down the hallway and into the living
room. "Does Chris live here and is my wife at home? You must be Chris's
girlfriend or wife. He's a lucky man if you are. I'm sorry to disturb
you."
"That's OK," I said, feeling a hormonal surge beginning to build inside
me. "Follow me into the kitchen and I'll make coffee."
Once I got the cups down and the coffee making going I excused myself,
telling him I had to quickly pee, and went upstairs and sat on the toilet
while wave after wave of oestrogen flowed through me, bringing me to a
hot flush. It took a couple of minutes to recover and I washed my face
before I went back down the stairs. To my horror he had filled the coffee
cups and brought them out to the living room and put them on the coffee
table along with some milk and sugar. Since the bedroom Luke and mommy
were in was directly above the living room and the house was old enough
where every creak could be clearly heard, he was shortly about to hear a
symphony of sounds once the two lovers awoke and got down to business. To
make matters even more bizarre, Kate came into the room wearing what she
had gone to bed wearing last night: stockings, a suspender and matching
bra and panties and she was wearing her three inch heels. On seeing me
she came over and kissed me passionately on the lips right in front of my
new stepfather. In introduced Kate to Paul and in her own unabashed style
she didn't seem the slightest bit embarrassed to meet someone just
wearing the scantiest lingerie. Having worked as a hooker for ten years,
I guess she is used to meeting new people without much in the way of
clothes on. I quickly excused myself and went to the kitchen to pour a
cup for Kate and brought it out for her. She chose to sit on the sofa
between Paul and I, leaning back and crossing her long legs.
"Thanks for the coffee," Paul said, taking his first sip. "Is my wife
still asleep upstairs? I've been on a plane for 20 hours and I thought I
would surprise her with a visit."
"I think she's still asleep," said Kate with a giggle. "But I am sure
you'll know when she wakes up."
Just then the sound of the headboard hitting the wall upstairs began to
echo downstairs to the living room and the steady rhythm of the creaks of
the bed began and even my mommy's loud moans could be heard faintly from
where we sat on the sofa.
"I'd say she's fully awake now if you want to go upstairs and surprise
her," said Kate with a laugh.
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