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The Part Timer ? by: Amanda Moore I remember very clearly how it all started, the entire sequence of events that led me to where I am tonight. My first day was at Tara's in London. "Oh hi, there you are, come in," Tara said opening the door to me, her red negligee swishing around her ankles as she turned to let me in. "I wasn't sure that you were going to show. Mmm you do look nice" she said patting my arse as I sashayed past her in my silver-grey suit with its dress which finished two inches above my knee, nicely showing off my shapely slim legs clad in shimmery honey coloured hold-ups. Tara went on, "Lovely as you are, I hope you have brought something more suitable for today." "Oh yes," I replied indicating the hold all as I put it down in the sitting room of Tara's basement flat, "I think you will like the outfit." "Great well you can put it on in a minute. So Carys are you up for this. Sure you want to go through with it," she asked. "Absolutely," I answered. To be sure I was full of confidence. I had booked into my hotel in Bayswater the previous evening in my female guise of Carys, a 5'11" tall, slim, brown haired, blued eyed, 30 something Welsh woman. No one there seemed to give me a second thought and I was able to leave the hotel comfortably in the morning still as Carys. I had walked the 400 yds to Tara's flat in my silver-grey business woman's suit, with my 3" heeled cream suede cross over strapped shoes. My chestnut brown wig styled in a mid length bob and my make up in subdued earth shades, with a light pink varnish on my nails with their half inch long extensions. I attracted no comment just a couple of smiles from guys walking the other way and one from a woman, plus a wolf whistle from a building site. By the time I reached Tara's I was comfortable in my persona and felling very sexy. I told Tara my feelings, "Good so you are ready for your first day as a tranny whore," Tara stated. "Yep, lets get started," I replied. I had first met Tara a month earlier. Here I was in London and feeling lonely. Worse, I could not dress as Carys, which I normally did when I came to town, because I was staying in an ordinary hotel paid for by a client and I did not dare risk it. I had noticed outside the hotel the prostitute's cards in the public telephone boxes and idly I wandered down to have a look. Pretending to make a phone call I scanned the cards as many a man had done before me, and noticed two from TS/TVs. The one that caught my attention most was 'Tara, stunning blond TV, fun-loving and friendly, most tastes catered for'. Without thinking I rang the number and was answered by a real woman who told me she dealt with Tara's calls and that Tara was available and as luck would have it, was within easy walking distance of my hotel. I arranged to turn up within half an hour. I was greeted by an attractive woman in her early 50s who said she was Anne, Tara's personal assistant, who showed me into the basement flat's living room where I was introduced to Tara. She was shorter than me, perhaps 5'10" in her extravagant 4" high heeled black soft leather thigh boots. She wore fishnet stockings, a black leather mini and a tight black long sleeve top with a lace panel at the rear (I later found out this was a teddy). Her face was pretty but heavily made up and topped off with a blond mop of long tightly curled hair, which was swept back from her face and cascaded down her back. She was quite plump which gave her a full feminine arse and a generally soft feminine appearance. Only the traces of an Adams apple and something indefinable about the set of her jaw line gave her away as a TV and not a genetic woman; still dressed normally she would have easily passed in broad daylight. Tara offered me a cup of tea and we sat and chatted for a while. I told her my given name was Gareth and then gave her my potted history, saying that I had been a cross dresser since puberty, that I was divorced and that I dressed at home quite regularly and that like her I had feminised my body by the removal of hair. She said she could see that I plucked my eyebrows. She asked if I was gay and I answered that I did not think so but that I did like guys paying me attention when I was Carys, though I had only once gone beyond flirting. When pushed I admitted that I had enjoyed the mutual caressing and masturbation that my dalliance had involved. I also told her that I had twice been with other TVs and had engaged in oral sex on each occasion, but that I had never been with anyone as convincing and sexy as her. Responding to my prompt she smiled and invited me into her bedroom. It was very feminine and almost completely filled by a nicely plumped up double bed. I handed over the agreed ?50 and she told me to strip. I lay on the bed naked and Tara took off her skirt and lay beside me. As we continued to chat so she ran her hands over my body complimenting me on its smooth hairlessness and tweeking my nipples. Slowly she built up the sexual nature of her massaging until she was strenuously jacking my penis as I, having undone the crotch fastenings of her teddy, fondled her unfurling and stiffening snake through her see-thru red nylon panties. I asked if she would kiss me but she said that professionals were never that intimate. Then when I thought she was about to make me come she held back and bent forward to take me into her mouth. Moments only passed before I ejaculated furiously into her mouth. When she had drunk me dry I expected to be ushered out, but suprisingly Tara stood looking at me appraisingly before finally saying, "I'd like to see you as a girl. Would you like me to make you up?" "I, I don't have any more money," I stuttered excited by the thought. "That's okay," she said, "you were my last for the night anyway and I'm interested in how you would look so no charge for the make-over." "Okay," I happily and readily agreed. Tara put me in a red basque, which was slightly too large, black stockings, a pair of black patent leather court shoes with a 4" heel ? "My God you're tall," she squealed" ? a black velvet chocker around the neck, long dangling pearl clip-on earings and a long straight 'Cher style' blond wig. "Well we can certainly see you are not a natural blond," she said giggling and drawing attention to my exposed crotch with its neat, brown, shaped feminine style triangle of pubic hair. She padded the bra with shaped bean bags and then proceeded to make-up my face similar to hers but not quite so tarty. After 15 minutes she had finished and I beheld in the full length mirror in her hall the most slutty version of Carys I had ever seen, bottle blond hair, bright red pouting lips, dark kohled eyes and darkly penciled in eyebrows with dark blue and silver eye shadow. Anne looked at me down the corridor from the sitting room, "Wow, you look hot," she remarked. "She's mine," called out Tara, "now get your arse back in here girl." I minced back into the bedroom, Tara, whose red panties were on the floor was sat with her legs up on the bed and patted it next to her. "What do you call yourself girl," she demanded, "Carys," I replied. "Well Carys," she said, "when I am working I don't normally get a hard- on, but your hands fondling me were really nice and I was beginning to get erect and now seeing you like this I'm getting quite turned on." Tara spread her legs and her penis which had been tucked back between them, sprang forward already more than semi-erect, "now seeing as I have given up my valuable time to make you pretty, and I can see you appreciate it," she said gently caressing my stiffening prick, "I want you to take care of my needs in return, so suck my cock." Tara seemed to be exerting an undue influence over me and at no time did I even stop to consider what I was being asked/ordered to do, I just knelt on the bed beside her and raising her to a full 7" erection lowered my lips to her cock, pausing only to kiss the tip before engulfing it in my mouth. Initially Tara gave me advice on how to improve my sucking and licking technique but as I took note she seemed to approve and soon she was groaning and thrusting her pelvis back and forth driving her penis into my throat so that rather than me sucking her prick she was fucking my mouth. At the same time she continued to jack my penis. She had great control and seemed to be able to hold back her climax until she sensed that I was about to orgasm, for as the first twitch pulsed up my organ so she spewed forth her creamy prize into my mouth. "Drink it lover, drink it all," she moaned as I sucked and swallowed hard and fast. The attentions of her expert fingers and the sheer eroticism of the situation made me blow my load into her hand as she came. With her prick sucked dry Tara removed it from my mouth and held her right hand up covered with my semen, "Now lick my hand clean," she said. "Oh you really are a spunk loving cocksucker aren't you," she stated as I licked her hand completely clean. She answered her own question, Yeah just like me," and descended hungrily on my mouth her tongue pushing between my lips seeking my tongue and the taste of our mingled jism. The whole experience had been the most enjoyable sex I had ever had, so over the next two weeks I visited on all three occasions I was staying in London. Each time I brought some of Carys' gear and got ready before a prolongued session, always the last of the day, with Tara. I always paid and we never kissed again except when I left, but there was clearly more to our relationship than whore/punter. Progressively the visits got longer as we spent more time talking and drinking coffee after oral sex. We discussed our tranny historys, likes and dislikes, clothes, make up, literature, in short we were becoming good friends, despite our different backgrounds. Tara was 29 and had been a prostitute for five years, since being made redundant from an insurance company. I was 32, a college graduate and for ten years a marketing representative for a leading confectioners. Both of us were divorced and I guess lonely. On the third visit Tara asked me if I wanted to come over in the day for company. There would be no charge and Tara would be working but we could sit and chat in between clients. I thanked her and said I would really like to do that perhaps when I was on Holiday in a weeks time. Having agreed this we chatted for a few minutes as I became progressively more excited at a thought that was taking shape. Eventually I could not stop myself blurting it out, "Er Tara, look, I wonder if you would be willing to indulge a fantasy of mine when I come Over." "Maybe what is it?" "Well", I went on, "rather than being passive when I come over why don't I take some of your clients, I mean you'd get their money, but if they were happy and you didn't mind I would service them." "Mind honey," Tara snorted, "of course not I get the money without having to do the work sounds great. But are you sure you know what you are asking? I mean some of the clients are nothing short of dogs and they may want more than just a fondle or a blow job, are you ready for that?" "Yes," I replied defiantly but hesitantly. Tara stood looking at me thoughtfully, "Okay but remember there is a world of difference between a professional and a gifted amateur, if you decide to do this you have to be committed and go all the way. After all it doesn't matter whether you or I do the trick from the punter's viewpoint we have taken their money so they will want good value." I agreed and argued that I really wanted to do this and that I would not let her down. Tara laughed and said, "I must be mad agreeing to this but if you are going to do it you had better be prepared." She spent the next hour detailing a tart's tricks to bring a guy off quickly, telling me that the point was to satisfy whenever possible with hand and mouth, "don't let them have your arse if you can help it, after all you can offer it to them later for more money. Now you've told me you have never had anal sex, but you have experimented regularly with dildos and vibrators." "That's right," I agreed. "Okay then," said Tara, "I want you to wear this butt plug every night for the next week so you are well stretched." She handed me a rubber 4 inch long plug and then told me about the positions to most effectively to take it in the bum, how to bend over properly so you can be taken by a partner standing up, how to adjust for height, how to straddle a guy and how to lift up your buttocks when lying on your back and to take a cock with your calves against their shoulders. Finally we arranged the day I would come over and I left after a long and passionate kiss. The next week disappeared in a blur of excitement and indecision. Half a dozen times I thought of telephoning Tara and canceling the arrangement, but not only did I not want to loose face I knew I would never get another opportunity to live out my long-held fantasy. The time came to go on holiday. Daringly I booked into my hotel as Carys Hughes and rang Tara to confirm my arrival. The next morning at 8.30am I arrived at her flat. "The first appointment's not until 10.30, so we have plenty of time to get ready," Tara explained, "I have told my pre-booked clients that I have a surprise, a new 'girl', who will be helping me out, they all seemed very interested." I blushed. "Right lets get you dressed in something more appropriate, show me what you have in the holdall." Fishing inside it I pulled out, an all in one lacy leaf-patterned black cat suit with shoulder straps, a pair of red satin panties, a black skimpy push-up bra, a shiny red pvc micro miniskirt and a matching mock-biker jacket type top fastened by a zip positioned on the left side of the front, the outfit was finished by a pair of matching 5" high stiletto heeled court shoes. "Oh yes, just the job, very nice," cooed Tara, "You might as well change here in the sitting room as there's not much room in the bedroom," she said. She took my jacket from me and then said, "Here I'll help you with that", as I struggled with the zipper at the back of my dress. Tara sent a shiver down my spine when she kissed the back of my neck as I shrugged the dress off my shoulders, revealing myself clad in ivory French knickers camisole and hold ups. "My you look good enough to eat," exclaimed Tara adding, "have you kept up with the butt plug and been getting plenty of practice with the dildo?" I nodded. "Good because in a moment I am going to fuck that virgin arsehole. I've wanted to do it for ages and as at least one of my clients is interested in watching us make out we had better rehearse, but first lets see how your cocksucking technique is coming along. Kneel in front of me bitch." I was gripped by a frission of excitement as I wiggled out of my dress andI knelt before my mistress, a TV prostitute who wanted me to pleasure her. Tara undid the clasp of her negligee, to show her hormone enhanced breasts propped up by a shiny green peep hole bra, legs clad in black stockings held in place by the garters of a matching waspie and her manhood held in place by red side tie panties. I undid the side ties and pulled the panties off with my teeth, immediately being bopped in the face by Tara's boner. I pulled her penis to me parting my lips to let it enter my mouth and then went to work with my tongue as I sucked her to an even harder erection. Both of us were soon moaning with pleasure but Tara would not let me bring her off. "That's enough darling," she said, "I'm going to shoot my load inside your arse, we wont need a condom because you know we have both had recent negative tests, now take off your knickers, lean against the couch back and spread your legs. That's right now prepare to have your tight virgin arsehole fucked." I felt a cold moist feeling as her fingers probed me and then mounting pressure against my anus as my rose popped open to receive her. I gasped with a slight hint of pain as she entered but my well stretched rectum easily accommodated her and within seconds she was surging up and down my back passage and the only sensations I was feeling were of a full, deep pleasure. "I've wanted to do this since the first night you came her, you're such a sexy little minx," Tara gasped. "Oh yes please take me, make me all woman, fuck me, fuck me hard," I responded. Tara established a regular thrusting rhythm, pushing my hips away slightly as she withdrew and pulling them back onto her as she pushed back in. The pleasure was intense, I felt so full, so feminine, so good. Panting Tara said, "Aah you have such a soft lovely boy's pussy, the customers will enjoy it greatly, I know I am." In response I could only grunt and moan. "Oh my," said Anne as she walked into the room having just arrived, "what a delectable little tranny, Carys is." Without further comment she knelt between my legs and took my erect penis in her mouth. Being an ex-pro herself it did not take her long to bring me to the point of orgasm. As Tara thrust forward as deeply as she could I exploded in Anne's mouth. She sucked until every last drop of semen felt as if it had been siphoned out of me, and then moved to the side of me lent across and kissed me on the mouth. I opened to accept her tongue and she flooded my mouth with my own seed. It was such an erotic experience that I felt no revulsion but sucked on her tongue to drink the entire contents of my climax. With the last drops sliding down my throat Anne broke the kiss and Tara shouted, "Oh yes you bitch," and came in my bowels. Feeling the quiver and spurt of her cock and the warm moistness of her sperm filling me I cried out, "Yes, yessss, fill me, cum inside me, ooohhh yesss." Spent Tara collapsed across me and then as her now limp member was expelled from between my butt cheeks she stood up and said, "Well there's no going back Carys you really are a cocksucking, arse fucked little sissy now." Patting my bum she went on, "Put your outfit on and come into the bedroom for me to touch up your make-up." Once my legs stopped shaking I took off my camisole top and hold ups, so that I had on only my corset which propped up rather than encased my glued on breast prosthetics. Anne helped me into my split-crotch cat suit, pvc skirt and top. In the bedroom Tara added some gold to my eyemake-up and darkened further the outside corner of the eye, then cleaning away the remnants of my natural pink lipstick replaced it with a slutty red, adding a protective lip coat afterwards. "You won't have to touch this up much but it will stain your lips for a day or so," Tara said explaining that she had used a semi-permenant lip stain glossed with an anti smudge coat. She paraded me in front of the full length mirror in the hall; from my long slender legs, across my red pvc clad body to my provocative pouting lips and heavily made up eyes I looked every inch a sexy whore, but Tara was not finished. Taking me back into the bedroom she handed me from a closet a very long bottle blonde wig. The hair was not straight but layered and slightly waved in a wild style which was clearly going to cascade down to the base of my back. She left me with it and a wig brush. I took off my brown bob and carefully placed the blonde wig on my head, strategically pinning it with hair grips. I styled it with a thin spiky fringe and the rest of the hair swept back. Finally I clipped on to large gold hooped ear rings and walked out to show off. Passing the mirror again I glanced at the image of a gorgeous, blonde bimbo slut, hardly believing it was me. "Wow," Tara exclaimed, "I don't think I am going to have to do much work today." "Honey you should do this for a living," added Anne. Blushing I thanked them and asked about the first client. He was a regular Tara told me and usually wanted nothing more than a blow job. He arrived promptly at 10.30, allowing just enough time for the bright red nail polish to dry that Tara had insisted painting on my nails. Having checked that I was still okay Tara dispatched Anne to let in the client. I stood next to Tara in the living room as the punter was shown in. "Peter, this is Carys, the new girl I told you about," said Tara indicating me. Peter was a short, slightly podgy guy in his 40s, not particularly attractive but alright. "Hi", he said to me shyly. Tara asked if he wanted his usual blowjob and if he would like to have me give it to him. He agreed on both accounts and handed over ?50. Smiling I took his hand and led him into the bedroom. I did not find myself attracted to him but the thought of what I was about to do was a considerable turn on and I instantly found that I was very vampish with him. I helped him undress and told him to lie on the bed. He asked me to parade and pose for him like Tara did. When I asked him what she did he told me she fondled herself and posed sexily for him emphasising the attractiveness of her buttocks. So I began to move sexily around the edge of the bed bending over to give him an eyeful of my long-nailed hands kneading my butt cheeks. I invited him to touch and asked if he wanted to fuck me, he agreed he did but could not afford the extra ?70. After teasing Peter for some minutes I could tell he was becoming very excited his little erection was rock hard and he begged me to stroke it. Lying beside him on the bed I gently jacked his cock until precum was oozing from the tip, then I lowered my mouth to it and licked it clean before engulfing his member. His excitement rose sharply and when his hand slipped under my skirt to fondle my flacid member through my panties. I pulled away and with a few more rapid movements brought him to a shuddering climax in my hand. Offering the sticky white goo to him I asked if he wanted to drink it, to my surprise he did, though after licking half of it away he did not seem so keen so I smeared the remainder on his stomach. Peter thanked me and I left him to clean up and get dressed. When he had finished I showed him out and he gave me a fiver extra. "Well that was easy," I said, "yeah well they wont all be so easily satisfied believe me honey," replied Tara. "Any way," she went on, "Anne took a call while you were doing Peter some kid wants you to fuck and he will be over within ten minutes so get your pretty little arse ready for some more action." Sure enough very shortly a guy was let in dressed as if he had just come from a building site. My height in heels, slim and quite good looking he was introduced as Gary. He gave Tara ?100 for a suck and fuck and I took him into the bedroom. Tara called me out as Gary stripped. "You've got three quarters of an hour before the next appointment so you might like to take your time it looks like you might enjoy him." I grinned my answer. Gary was about 20. He had dirty blonde shoulder length hair framing a ruggedly handsome face. His body was lean, well muscled and tanned with a stomach that looked as if you could play a tune on the muscle ridges. He lay on the bed propped up on one arm his thick and long semi erect penis giving promise of a spectacular cock when in its full glory. "Mmm you have a nice body," I said bending over him sexily to run the nail of my left index finger along his stomach. "So do you," he replied gently catching hold of me and pulling me to the bed, "a really sexy fuckable body. D' ya know you are one of the sexiest whores I have ever seen." Blushing I sat beside him and began to massage his torso. His prick stiffened, "Oh baby I am going to enjoy you. I know you girls do not usually kiss but Tara said that for a hundred you would do almost anything so what about it?" "Yeah sure for ?100 you get the works," I said demurely but feeling so excited inside that I thought I would burst. Somewhere in my subconcious I filed away the shock that I was feeling as I realised I genuinely fancied this guy. It was not just a case of being turned on because a man was responding to my femininity this was attraction, I wanted to kiss him, I wanted to run my hands over his gorgeous body, I wanted him to overpower me with his strength, but above all I felt a growing need to have him fuck me. I pushed him gently back on the bed and then straddling his legs I lent over him my blonde locks cascading by my face falling to either side of his. I began to lower my face slowly towards his but Gary placed a hand on my neck and brought my lips quickly to him, my mouth opened and our tongues entwined. His passion was over powering me and I did not want to loose control of the situation, so after a couple of long kisses I pulled back gently and sat astride his groin smiling provocatively at him as I slid my satin clad crotch along his shaft, my skirt riding up to my waist. Gary, his manhood now fully erect, commanded me to suck him. With a smile I turned around presenting my arse to him and remembering Tara's advice, took Gary's entire nine inches straight down my throat. Avoiding gagging by adjusting my angle I worked my way up and down his magnificent cock, enjoying the sensation of his heavily veined and exquisitely sculpted member with its satiny skin and clean but manly taste. I knew finally that I was meant to be the woman with a guy, I accepted absolutely my effeminate state and at that moment decided to embrace a new life in which the talents of my nature could be better exploited. Those talents clearly included giving head and I soon had Gary moaning with pleasure and bucking his hips pushing his cock as deeply as he could into my throat. Without warning he stopped and from behind pulled me off him and to his side. Rolling off him in the direction he was guiding me I found myself engulfed in his arms, his hot tongue seeking mine in passionate kisses and his weight bearing down on me. I realised I would have been powerless to resist him even had I wanted to do so, and this left me feeling even more feminine and randy, as I surrendered any pretence of control to him. Gary's hands kneaded my buttocks and unfastened my skirt. As I attempted to wiggle out of it so he pulled down my satin panties, revealing the split crotch of my catsuit. Breathing heavily he undid my jacket and then maneuvered a pillow under the small of my back. Kneeling in front of me he pulled my legs up onto his shoulders, exposing the split crotch.. His presence totally dominated me as he prepared to take me. "I'm really going to enjoy this," he said huskily. "So am I lover, so am I. Now give me your meat and fuck my arse off," I demanded as, forgetting the condom, I stroked his rampant cock to absolute readiness, making it slippery with lube. With a little help from me he positioned his cockhead against my already well lubricated rosebud and with slow gentle pressure he eased it open. He intended to push gently but my dildo practice had given me a well stretched anus and I was impatient for him so I pushed down to meet him and Gary found himself sliding in quickly. "Oh wow you feel fantastic as good as any pussy," he exclaimed. I was possessed with a demon passion and could not believe the things I started to say to him. "Its better than a pussy its my sheboy's cunt, I can feel you so tight in there, so sensitive," I said as I squeezed his cock with my rectal muscles. "Uuh do you like the feel of my cock," Gary said pushing into me up to the hilt. In bliss I moaned back, "Yeah I love it. I love you fucking my cunt filling me. Oh fuck me, fuck my cunt hard, yeah baby that's it come on fuck me harder. Ride my cunt. I'm your cunt, fuck your cunt's cunt. Tell me, tell me you like fucking this cunt." By now I was writhing under him, biting and scratching, breathlessly he answered my request, "Yes I like fucking your cunt, I love fucking you. You are a cunt, my cunt to fuck. You gorgeous fucking slag you've had so many cocks up your cunt haven't you but now you're my cunt." If only he knew the truth but without lying I said, "MMm but you're the best lover, the very best." We continued to buck and writhe my arms above my head now holding the bed posts; Gary's body powering his penis up my love channel in strong regular thrusts, each one seeming to fill my body with his wonderful manhood. Suddenly Gary's pace began to increase and I knew he was close to orgasm, "Oh you tart, you fucking gorgeous sheboy bitch, I'm going to come inside you," he exclaimed. "Yes yeessss," I encouraged him, "come inside me fill your cunt's arse with your hot seed." With a long moan Gary came pumping his jism into my guts, my goodness how he came, spurt after spurt jetted into me as I milked him with my rectal muscles. He rolled off with a sigh as he went flacid, but I was not going to let him get away with that, I wanted my orgasm. "We're not finished yet darling," I said, "I promised you the works and that's what you are going to get." Once more I positioned myself over him so that my arse was presented to him and he could now see his semen seep out of my bum crack. Staining the nylon of my catsuit, and again I took his now limp and musty tasting cock into my mouth. Working hard with my moist tongue and massaging lips Gary's penis slowly began to rise to the task and as his interest perked up again so I felt first one and then two fingers enter my sticky arse. After a minute or two I was bucking and sucking with abandon and Gary's cock was back to being a lovely stiff ramrod. Letting him out of my mouth I said, "You're ready," and moved in a full circle to face him as I lowered myself down on him guiding his penis into my quivering and expectant anus. All the practice with the butt plugs meant that I was able to slide down his pole quickly and without concern. My mouth opened in a slight gasp as my bottom came to rest on his upper thighs and I was impaled. With the help of his hands on my hips I began to raise and lower myself along his length, glorying in the feel of his superb cock penetrating again and again my rectum. One extra forceful upward thrust from Gary as I pushed downwards imbedded him as deep as was possible causing my prostate to send electrifying pulses of sensation through my body. I groaned in response and ground my buttocks as hard as I could into Gary before embarking on a series of increasingly rapid and frenetic bounces in his lap. "Jeez you fuck like a bitch, except you are better than any cunt I have known," gasped Gary. "I'm going to cum", I cried in response, "oh yes, fuck me harder, yeah that's it, uuughnnn, ooohhh fuck me, fuck this cunt." Waves of pure pleasure emanated from the pit of my stomach and washed over my body seeming to finally explode through my head. I screamed in delight, my arms shot up in the air my fingers outstretched as I felt Gary explode inside me, and my insides seem to melt and flow out of me. My anus gripped him as I ground my arse into his groin and lent back towards his feet. Gary's prick stopped spurting but my spasming only slowly subsided until I eventually collapsed spent across his chest. "Wow that was the best fuck I have ever had," claimed Gary, "and you came like a girl too, I didn't know a trannie could do that." "Me neither till then lover but I assure you I now know I can." Gary and I got up and he paid and left giving me a kiss and a promise to return. I somewhat unsteadily went to the sitting room. Both Tara and Anne greeted me with a smile. "You were so long I have done a blowjob," Tara said, "still it sounded like that young man was pretty special." I blushed. Anne said, "No point in being shy now dear, but if I'm not mistaken that was your first girly orgasm." "Yes it was," I agreed, "and it was the best thing that has ever happened to me. More please." We all dissolved into fits of giggles. Tara interrupted to tell me to clean up as the next punter was due in 15 minutes. The next guy was older and not too well kempt. Luckily I managed to bring him off with my hand and with some lap dancing, he was followed by one who was even worse with a distinct body odour. Tara could tell I was far from keen so she took care of him. Afterwards we took a break for lunch and watched some telly as we prepared to wait an hour or so for the next booking, the guy who wanted us to perform together. Our relaxation was interrupted by frequent phone calls one of which resulted in an immediate appointment. "You should take this one, an undie wearer," said Tara, "He likes to be dominated and humiliated so it will give you the chance to play the bitch mistress and you probably wont even have to do anything just force him to." "Sounds fun," I agreed. When the punter arrived I was dismayed to meet a small (no taller than 5' 5"), mousey guy, but amused to hear him ask for Mistress Carys. Tara had coached me on how to deal with him so lounging in a haughty manner against the bedroom door frame and carrying a riding crop, I said, "That's me wimp, have you come to pay your puny respects to me." I was amazed he groveled immediately, handed over ?50 and followed me into the bedroom like a besotted puppy. Once inside I told him to strip and when he was down to the pretty pink bra and panties I scolded him, "So what do you call this missy, wearing a girls pretties but looking like a guy. You will have to pay for that. Now spreadeagle yourself face down on the bed." When he was in position I handcuffed his hands and feet to the brass bedstead and began to beat his arse through his panties with the riding crop. I was really hurting him and screamed at him to admit that he wanted to be a girl and to be treated like a girl. Sobbing he cried out, "Yes, yes, I want to be a girl." I got him to beg me to turn him into one and then told him I would do so only if he would pay another ?100. He readily agreed and instructed me to take the money out of his wallet. Having done so I abused him about his desire to be a girl and willingness to pay for it and told him I was going to remove all his hair painfully. In my handbag I had two packets of cold wax strips. I got them and then from neck to toe, having removed his bra, gave him a complete body wax, turning him over removing his panties and re-handcuffing him in the process. His facial hair amounted to no more than a few tufts on his chin in a pathetic wispy goatee and a thin moustache, they were also waxed, along with his eyebrows. By the end of it he was hairless below the scalp, very sore, in tears and had cum copiously on his own belly. I scooped up his seed, "Drink it," I demanded. He tried to protest but I grabbed his balls and once he had the illusion that he was being forced he happily lapped up his own semen from my hand. "What a disgusting little sissy," I said, "you like wearing girl's panties, drinking spunk and you cum when you have your hair removed. On top of this you paid me to turn you into a girl, you're not just a sissy you're a fairy, a fag. Aren't you?" I began to use the riding crop on the sides of his buttocks and the front of his thighs. "Its not inside my panties you want to get but you want to look like a girl whilst a guy takes down yours, beats your arse, and then fucks you up it, don't you. You want a big fat cock in your bum don't you, come on admit it you sissy fag," I screamed at him as he tried to deny it. But after a few more strokes he squealed, "Yes, yes I am a sissy fag and want to be dressed as a girl and have a guy fuck me up the arse." "Do you want me to help you achieve this," I asked, "because if you do you must beg me, Mistress Carys, to help you and you must do exactly as I say, including handing over the other ?50 I saw in your wallet." Crying he agreed. I gave him a hanky told him to dry his tears and stop his sniveling, as I needed to do his make-up. He lay quietly, obviously in a state of bliss and I got to work. Following a solid powdered foundation, I drew on thin, high eyebrows and made up the rest of his face as tarty as possible; heavy eye make up, lots of mascara, visible though expertly applied rouge and luscious pouting red lips. Having sat him up, I placed a long chestnut wig on his head, which I piled up in a wild style and fixed with hair grips and spray. I glued small falsies to his chest and then tied him into a highly constrictive corset taking his small 30 inch waist down to 24 inches. Tara had little that would fit other than a skimpy maid's outfit with flared skirt. With it I got him to attach black stockings to the corsets suspenders, pull on a pair of ruffled knickers, and slip his feet into 4 inch high heeled black patent leather stiletto heels. Even with those on he was still quite short and overall made a really convincing girl with lovely slim legs and a feminine though tarty face, I realised I was getting quite turned on by both the experience and my little submissive feminine creation. "You bitch you're making me hot, how dare you! A sissy fag like you has no right to look so sexy as a girl," I screamed at her, "drop your panties and bend over the bed board." She did as I instructed with a mixture of fear and excited expectation on her pretty, slutty face. "From now on your name is Pansy as befits a little sissy slut and you will do whatever I demand of you, got thatm" I said stricking the top of her legs above her stocking tops with the riding crop. "Yes Mistress Carys my name is Pansy and I will do whatever you ask, please don't hurt me anymore," she begged. I did not want her to ruin her make up by crying again so I relented. "Very well as you have deliberately come on to me you little tart I am going to give you the fucking you crave." I pulled Pansy's legs apart and inserted a lubed finger into her rectum, once she was comfortable with it I inserted a lubricated vibrator and turned it to max. Soon her cries of pain were turning to moans of pleasure as I moved it up and down, as I did so I rolled up the hem of my skirt and stepped out of my panties, pulling my swelling cock from between my legs and through the opening of the split crotch catsuit. Pansy was clearly disappointed when I removed the vibrator but not for long. I checked that the withdrawn vibrator was clean, it was, then rolled a condom down my now released raging hard-on. Suddenly though I still felt feminine I also felt aggressive and wanted to fuck rather than be fucked. Grabbing Pansy's hips with one hand I positioned my penis with the other at the entrance to her puckered anus and thrust into her. A gasp escaped Pansy's lips as I slid immediately into the hilt and then we were rocking in unison. Me humping as hard as I could and Pansy clenching and unclenching her fists in the sheets moaning out, "Mistress yes Mistress fuck your little Pansy slut, ooh fuck me, fuck me hard pleeease." As I continued to pound her, the bedroom door opened revealing Tara, Anne and some guy I did not recognise. "Shit girl you really got into the dominatrix bit," stated Tara. "You're good at it too, judging by the compliance of your little sissy slave," added Anne. "This is Roger by the way, the guy I told you about, he likes to watch trannies perform," Tara said indicating a grinning guy watching us from behind them. "Roger will stay and watch but don't be too long." Tara and Anne exited the doorway leaving Roger gazing hungrily at us as with a continuing leer on his face. "Nice show", he said. Throughout this exchange I had continued to drive my shaft into Pansy in search of a nearing orgasm and Pansy had simply continued to moan and groan apparently oblivious to everything other than the sensation of being fucked. My balls tensed and the pressure built and then was released as with one last powerful thrust I slid as deep as I could into Pansy's bowels my cock jerking and spasming as it came to a halt. Pansy cried out, "Ooohhh mistress yes I'm cumming," and without any help from me she shot her load onto the bed. "Lick it up and then follow me," I commanded as I withdrew from her. Having drunk her own semen for the second time Pansy followed me into the sitting room, where Roger had already joined Tara. I placed a cushion on the folded down dining table and told Pansy to bend over and lie her front on the table, I then took her arms and handcuffed them togther under the table. Tara smiled went out of the room and came back with a leg spreader which was then fastened to Pansy's ankles, leaving her laid out across the table her exposed bum raised and expectant for like me she had not put her knickers back on. "A present for you Roger," I said, "should you want something to do during the performance." Pansy began to protest so I hit her hard four times across the buttocks with the riding crop. "Shut up faggot sissy you will do exactly as I wish won't you?" "Yes," Pansy snivellingly replied. "Here you are," I said handing Roger the riding crop, "just in case she gets rebellious". Tara was kneeling on the folded down setee which had a duvet spread over it. "Now its time for you to stop giving orders and come over here lover," she said to me. I knelt in front of Tara and we kissed gently. Roger at last taking his eyes off Pansy said, "Tara I want you to fuck Carys, I've already seen what she can do." "Yeah well that was just a freebie appertiser I can assure you the main course will be much more satisfying," Tara replied. Exposing her lovely breasts she turned to me and demanded that I suck her tits. I closed my mouth around the nipple of her left breast and tongued and sucked it erect whilst tweeking its partner then I swapped and repeated the exercise. Tara was quickly moaning and her cock was getting erect. She pulled my head up and we kissed again this time with vigour. She kissed my nose, my eyes, my neck and inserted her tongue in my ear and then so that only I could hear said, "You're the sexiest creature I know, this is not going to be the last time I fuck you, cum inside you, creaming your passage with my hot sticky spunk." Then louder more forcefully she commanded me to suck her cock. I lay at right angles to her with my head in her lap and took her member into my willing lips. Tara groaned, "Ooh you sexy bitch," and lay in the opposite direction to me in order to engulf my cockette. Both our heads were bobbing frantically as we attempted to sate our hunger for each others meat. Meanwhile Roger had been almost idly stroking Pansy's buttocks and giving her the odd little tap with the riding crop, but as Tara's and my intensity rose so he became increasingly excited. When Tara pulled away from me and lay me on my back ready to receive her penis in my arse, Roger unzipped his pants and took out his enormous boner, he most have been fully nine inches in length and it was very thick. He showed it to Pansy, "Oh no," she gasped. "Don't complain bitch," Roger said administering a couple of sharp strokes, "you are going to take my cock and I want you to beg for it like the hot cock loving slut you are." Two more strokes and Pansy was crying out, "Please give me your cock. Please fuck me, fuck me with your cock pleeease, I beg you, I need to feel it inside me." As Tara positioned her prick outside my love canal, my legs over her shoulders, so Roger prepared to fuck Pansy. Her shout was the loudest as our respective lovers pushed into us. Tara proceeded to mount me slowly and lovingly, but Roger was more violent with Pansy, establishing a quick and powerful rhythm that had her body bouncing on the table she was strapped to. Pansy whimpered in pain at first but quite soon she was mewing with pleasure. I looked across at her acutely aware of what she must be feeling, her eyes were tight shut and her tongue licking her lips. Just as I was about to look away her eyes opened a fraction and she looked straight at me, I smiled knowingly at her and she responded with a shy smile of utter pleasure. Inside my arse Tara was building up a rhythm. It was difficult to believe that it was only a few hours ago that I had been made love to there for the first time. It felt so natural and fulfilling to have a cock in my butt. I could feel every ripple of her cock as she surged up me gradually picking up the pace. I knew Pansy was feeling something similar as she was shouting out, "Ooohhh yes that feels so good fuck me, ride my hole." Roger responded, "Aaah yes you cheap fucking slut take my sperm," he spasmed and was clearly ejaculating inside Pansy as she attempted to squirm even tighter on to his cock. There in front of our audience I screamed out, "Oh yes Tara cum inside me. I love it. I love you!" Her hot, sticky jism gushed into me as Tara spasmed and pushed. Sated Tara collapsed across my back and as she caught her breath whispered, "I love you too sweet cheeks." When we recovered Roger asked how much it would be to buy all of the gear Pansy was wearing so he could take her home. Tara gave a price worth twice what it had all cost her and Roger willingly accepted. Pansy tried to argue that she could not do this, then that she could not go outside in a maids uniform, Roger told her to quit complaining as she was his now. Challenged to deny it Pansy could not, so we watched them from the window as Roger guided a stared-at Pansy to his car. "Well that was unexpected and fun," said Tara. "What will happen to her, er him," I asked. "Oh Roger will train her," Tara replied, "and she will learn willingly, you saw her face her dreams had come true, to be a trannie submissive. Doubtless we will hear more of Pansy". For the next few hours we took turns with punters, none of which were particularly interesting until after we had eaten some tea and had rested for an hour or so, my next appointment arrived. Tara told me beforehand what he, Greg, wanted. "Look he likes to be in charge and dominate. He loves his girls to be dressed young and to call him Daddy. I think you should do him as he is very handsome and well frankly you will make a more convincing schoolgirl than me. I have never done that for him but he is willing to pay a lot for it so I bought a uniform for you which should fit." "Trust me darling," she said as I looked dubious. I could not refuse her so I allowed Anne to get me ready. Keeping my make-up as it was but just touching it up so that I remained tarty looking, I also retained the jewelry, Anne handed me a different wig. This one was mid shoulder length, chestnut coloured and slightly wavy, very natural looking. Anne set about styling it. She produced a thin fringe over my forehead and then pulled must of the rest back into a pony tail formed by a scrunchy. Wispy side pieces were left in front of my ears. The transformation was astounding, as long as you did not look too closely I looked like a slutty teenager. My underwear was a matching pantie and bra set in white and some crotchless black tights. I then put on a blouse, a burgundy and dark blue stripped tie, a matching somewhat scruffy blazer and a burgundy very tight, very short mini skirt. 4" high platforms finished the look. "My we do look tasty don't we Carys," Tara said when I was ready. She handed me some cigarettes and told me to start smoking one as soon as the punter's arrival was confirmed over the door intercom. At last she embraced me, kissed me deeply and said, "Let me nibble your neck, he wants you to have a couple of love bites." I both cringed and sighed with passion as Tara nibbled and sucked my neck, expertly ensuring two large bruises just above the collar line. The guy was paying ?200 so he had me for two hours and Tara told me I was to let him do what ever he wanted, though she assured me that nothing he would want would be unpleasant or too painful for me. He would also call me Sophie and if asked I was to say I was 15. Greg announced himself on the intercom, I lit a cigarette and took some deep draws, feeling the nicotine buzz. As Greg came through the door I exhaled a cloud of blue smoke out of my pouty lips. "Sophie you little slut," Greg exclaimed as he came through the door and saw me standing before him, "how many times have I warned you about smoking, and look at you dressed like a tart again. Been putting it about as well by the look of your neck. You slag." "But Daddy," I wheedled. "No buts go to your room now. Wait quietly for me till I decide what to do with you." I did as I was told closing the door slightly ajar behind me. Greg was soon joining me presumabely having completed the financial arrangements with Tara. He was large, 6'3" tall, 15 stone, strong looking with dark hair. Not handsome but attractive in a rugby player sort of way. I sat on the bed still smoking legs crossed, short skirt riding up my thigh. "Slut," he said but not unkindly as he entered the room. "What no kiss for your Daddy?" I stood up and gave him a peck on the cheek. "Not like that, a slag like you knows how to kiss properly, now give Daddy one of your proper slutty kisses." "Daddy no, I shouldn't," I said hesitently. Greg held my chin firmly, "don't argue do it," he demanded. My lips parted and he pulled me to him. Our mouths melded and his tongue entered my mouth finding mine and I responded, my back arching and my groin grinding against his bulge as he firmly held me against him, a strong hand massaging my arse. His power was really intoxicating and I felt myself responding to him. Suddenly Greg pushed me away, "You filthy bitch," he snarled, "how dare you come on to your father like that making me want you in that way. Whore." "But Daddy you asked me to kiss you," I pleaded. "Yes but you made me want to by your slutty ways Sophie. Now I'm going to sit on the edge of the bed and you bend over my lap my girl. I will teach you to stop being a slag and making me randy for you." I lay across Greg's lap and he began to spank my pantied bum, hard enough to sting but not unbearable, still there were soon tears coming from my eyes. "Daddy please stop, I'm sorry," I mewed. Greg continued to spank me despite my pleas, but as he did so he began the most wonderfully erotic rubbing of the front of my panties so that I was soon hardening as the slaps rained down upon my bottom. Greg too I could see and feel was gaining a huge erection. "Oh Sophie you dirty girl," he said, "you like being spanked and you are still turning me on. Your not gonna learn are you? Your just a little slut, can't help it I guess, so I will just have to make you my slut. Come on Sophie admit what you are, admit you are a fucking little cocksucking slag and that more than anything you want your Daddy's cock in you. Come on Sophie darling say it." "Yes, I'm sorry Daddy I am a slut, a dirty little cocksucking cunt and I want your big manmeat in me Daddy." "Oh my darling little slutty girl I'm sorry for spanking you. You can't help your nature," said Greg pushing me to one side of his lap. He unzipped his trousers and pulled out his penis. "Now look what you have done Sophie you naughty little slag. Now show Daddy what a dirty cocksucking cunt you really are." I squirmed between his legs and took the thick 7" cock in my slender fingers and lowered my mouth gently to it kissing the tip. "Ah yes taking it into your slutty mouth and suck it like a lollipop," Greg demanded. Lowering my mouth down the shaft I massaged its veined glory with my lips as I licked its underside, tasting its manliness and feeling its satiny smooth skin. Greg bucked into me just as I began to open my throat to him, fighting the impulse to gag I took his whole length in and whilst jacking the base of his penis with my fingers. Lips massaging and tongue stroking I began to suck, looking up at him for approval. "Uhhhh you have done this before, lots of times haven't you Sophie, you little slag," Greg grunted. "Mmmmmph" I replied. Greg's passion quickly rose and soon he was fucking my face, "Oh baby, Sophie darling yeah suck Daddy's cock." Its hard smoothness surged into my mouth rubbing my lips back and forth, as my tongue flicked and squirmed around it coating it in my saliva. "Sophie I'm going to have to fuck you," Greg gasped. "You want Daddy to fuck you don't you baby?" I nodded my head in agreement still sucking him. "Come on my cock hungry slut, kneel face down on the bed for Daddy." I did as asked. "That's my girl Sophie" Greg said as he tugged my panties down to my ankles and over my platforms. Pushing my tight skirt up to my hips Greg prepared to enter me, lightly brushing his penis around my lubricated arse hole. Reaching round with his right hand he gently strocked my engorged member. "Mmmm I'm going to fuck you Sophie baby," he whispered, "Im gonna make you love manmeat a real man's cock not like all those boy's dicks you have been having inside you, and your gonna need to love it and be good at fucking cos no guy is going to marry you when you have one of these," he added fondling my penis in his bear-like hands. "Your just a girly boy whore, a slag with a prick, but what a pretty girly boy with such a nice pussy ready for me to fill it." With one hand assisted shove, Greg's cock popped open my anal ring and slid gloriously into my love tunnel. "Oh Daddy yes uunnnhhhhh," I groaned. "Oh baby you feel so good, so warm and soft." Greg's hands were on my hips pulling me to him as he thrust into me, "Take it Sophie take it," he grunted at me as I felt his cocks entire length fill me, stimulating my prostate. "Yes daddy yes," I responded. Ramming into me faster and exclaiming "Awww you fucking slag you were born to be a fuck doll," Greg began to send me wild. Tossing my head from side to side I mewed with pleasure as I worked my rectal muscles along his shaft. Greg's right hand masturbated my prick furiously as he slammed into me. "Oh Daddy I'm cumming," I screamed as I felt my orgasm building. Greg caught my jism in his hand and then smeared it all over my face, neck and blouse as he continued to pound my arse. With a snarl of, "Turn over slut," he pulled out of me. I squirmed onto my front just in time to be met by Greg's semen jetting in an arch from his cock. He aimed it at my tights and front of my panties. His flow was copious and in the 30 seconds it took him to complete his orgasm large dollops of cum decorated my black nylon clad thighs and the front of my white panties. Greg stood back and surveyed me, "You cum covered slag Sophie. Look at you a girly boy bitch on heat. Lie back on the bed and stay like that." I did as told and Greg reached inside the bag he had brought with him and took out a camera. "Smile for the camera baby," he ordered, "that's it tell me how much you love your Daddy's cock, pose for me my little cock loving slut." I posed in as many audacious and flagrantly erotic ways as I could think of always trying to emphasise the semen splattered and smeared on me. "Oh Daddy you were the best so much better than all those boys," I sighed as his camera clicked and whirred. Having shot two films and had me suck his cock clean of all its stickiness Greg was satisfied. I cleaned off his semen, he gave me a lingering kiss goodbye and told me I was the best whore he had ever been with. After Greg had gone, Tara and I did a couple of quickies each before the phone was put on the answering machine and Tara called time on our working day. With the last punter gone Tara and I curled up on the sofa together whilst Anne cleared up, with my head resting on her shoulder she asked, "So did you enjoy your day as a whore's apprentice Carys?" "You know I did," I said smiling lazily. "Yeah I guess I do and you were good at it too." "I'm glad you think so because I want to do this again, I think you've changed my life." I gave Tara a long wet kiss and then slid down to the floor to kneel between her knees pulling her panties down as I went. She did not resist as I engulfed her already hardening prick in my mouth. "This bitch is insatiable" Tara said to Anne as I began to felato her. Anne replied, "As I said before she should be a professional, she would certainly enjoy the work." "Well my pretty," Tara said now addressing me, "would you like to spend the rest of your week's holiday assisting me, but from now on you get a half of all your takings minus 10% for Anne. What do you say?" A tremor of excitement ran through me on hearing this offer and on the realisation of what it would mean if I accepted. If! Of course I was going to accept. "Okay as long as I don't have to do any of the smelly ones," I finally answered, having released Tara's member. Tara laughed, "Welcome to the wonderful world of tranny tarts," she said. The die was cast; my fate was sealed, my mouth returned to Tara's cock hungry for another load of cum. So that's how about a year ago I began the journey to where I now am, standing on a street corner at 12.30 in the early morning of a sultry summer's day, dressed in fuck-me high heels, sheer black hold ups, a ridiculously short black leather mini skirt which hugs my shapely arse tightly, a short flimsy strappy red top revealing my pierced belly button and bare arms both bedecked in cheap jewelry with my left one having a Celtic knot design tattoo on the upper part. My face is made up with dark eyeshadows and and on my collagen developed pouting lips a dark red lipstick; a stark contrast to my bottle blonde hair (my own) which falls in long slightly waved strands to my mid shoulder. Both ears are triple pierced and hung with one pair of large hooped gold earrings, and two pairs of smaller rings, I also wear a diamond nose stud, a gift from a regular. It is warm but the large nipples of my own, hormonely and silicone enhanced 38 DD breasts protrude through the flimsy material of my top provocatively. I look like what I am, no longer a male executive or even a smart business woman but a cheap, tartily good looking whore. Across the street another working 'girl' friend of mine waves, its pretty Pansy, plumped out on hormones now and the best submissive tart in the business. She looks so attractive and slutty in her high cut fraid denim shorts and off the shoulder peasant girl top offset with 4 inch heeled wooden soled mules. Trades good for her she says and she needs it as she is going for the full operation as soon as she can. A car pulls up and a guy offers ?50 for a blow job. Its been a good night I have made nearly ?500 and Gary now my boyfriend/pimp will be very pleased, he was very pleased earlier in the evening when he had fucked me before I went to work as he always does. He loves to inject his semen into the place so many other cocks will go in a night. Carys Cunt is what he calls me and with good reason too, as my arse has been so frequently and well fucked (about 10 cocks a day, 7 days a week, work it out for yourselves) it can take a prick as easy as any cunt, and it has developed lips around its opening. Tara will be pleased as well when I get back to the flat we share. She hates me street walking, she calls me a stupid cheap tart for doing it, but she accepts that a cock loving nympho slut like me prefers the excitement of the street to waiting cooped up in a flat for the phone to ring, and when I get home despite her disapproval she will still want to fuck me. We pull into a car park. I unzip the john's trousers, release his cock and go down on it whilst he fondles my hormone-shrunken cock and balls. In less than two minutes he is satisfied and I have taken deposit of another mouthful of hot , salty cum. I love my work.