Toni
- 4 years ago
- 13
- 0
Toni free porn video
Toni
By Callie Messenger
I didn't have a clue that Sharon would get so lucky when we
moved over to America. I had a job to go to, while she
didn't even have a working visa to get herself work as a
secretary. But within six months she had been spotted for a
TV commercial and now she was travelling all over with a
succession of movie roles.
She was good looking, that was the main thing. A tight body
with curves in all the right places. Long blonde hair and a
beautiful face. And the English accent is apparently really
sexy. I sometimes get told that. She wasn't dumb either,
though a little na?ve. The money and fame went straight to
her head and she wanted me to give up my job and follow her
around the country. Like some groupie or something. So I
said no and sometimes didn't see her for weeks at a time.
And then I got a call out of the blue. Some woman whose
voice I didn't recognise.
"Sharon is seeing some one else," stated in a deep, sexy
sound.
If I divorced her, she might have her visa revoked. She
couldn't risk that. Still, while she was off running around
there were one or two sweet babes in the office I could
replace her with on a more permanent basis.
"How do you know?"
"They're meeting in the Playboy mansion, where I sometimes
work." I began to imagine great things about this woman.
She continued, "I'm a fixer, Mr. Jones. Can I call you
Tony?"
Something about the way she said that. I'd been using
Anthony because of the number of girls on the West Coast
called Toni.
Still, "Sure, go ahead."
"I figure that if you have grounds for divorce, you stand
to claim a very tidy portion of your wife's earnings, as
she's here on your benevolence."
Dollar bills did begin to float in front of my eyes. Sharon
was getting millions for her latest role.
"I need to see them together. I need proof." I replied.
"I was hoping you'd say that. Photos of the famous in
public are so easily misinterpreted, and I need someone to
get in close, to catch them red handed, as it were. If you
do that we kill two birds with one stone."
I took a month off work. Sharon's security was tight and so
was the mansion's. Only the very famous and very beautiful
got in, and the very famous didn't get much time out for
spying. Mrs. Mannater had the facilities to make me look
like one of the very beautiful. I had reservations, but she
reminded me of the money, and the all-new sex life that
would open up once my wife was out of the picture. She
smiled her incredibly sexy smile when she said that, just
to let me know what might be available.
Her doctors kept me sedated for nearly two weeks while they
pumped me full of body altering chemicals and hormones,
which grew my hair out and gave me a feminine shape, as
well as making my skin look years younger. All the while I
was listening to special tapes, which were adjusting my
mannerisms to enable me to pass as a woman. The chemicals
reversed my voice breakage and caused my body hair to thin
right out, so I wouldn't have to shave even. I woke up to
see Mrs. Mannater (she never told me her first name)
sitting on my bed.
"How do you feel?" She asked.
"Great." I squeaked.
"We'll have to get you up walking immediately to train you,
and get you used to your new shape. We've put breast
implants in, as all the girls there will have them. Removal
will be no problem."
"And down below?"
"Doc Keely was superb. She's constructed a vagina by
reversing your penis and your testicles are in there too
for when you need them again. Nobody but a gynaecologist
could tell you weren't born a woman."
Three days of walking and talking and work with a hypnotist
and I was used to the size of my ass and the huge weight of
my 36E chest. I looked in the mirror at my new button nose,
reshaped lips and cascades of blonde curls. I pulled the
electric blue Lycra tube up over my strapless balconette
bra, slipped the electric blue Lycra skirt up over my 39
inch hips and belted it with the wide white plastic belt
around my 23 inch waist. I stepped into the white sandals
with the four-inch stiletto heels. Finally I threw on the
white denim jacket. I checked the big gold hoops in my
pierced ears and touched up my scarlet lipstick. The real
invitation addressed to Ms. Toni Jones went into the white
plastic purse that held my fake driver's license in that
name. The holdall contained two bikinis, some changes of
underwear, and all my makeup. The portfolio contained
various modelling shots that Mrs. Mannater had me do. I
walked out to the taxi.
The whole mansion was abuzz with the gossip on Sharon Jones
and Jack Cleveland, the hot hunk she was rumoured to be
dating. I found it real hard to follow conversations though
as I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. There was more
hot flesh here than on all the beaches in California. Once
I thought I creamed in my panties - and it was wet down
there, embarrassingly wet. Lucky I was wearing a bikini.
Heff liked me, and promised to introduce me to Sharon at
the party that night. So she wasn't built like these babes.
Hell, she wasn't built anything like me, but she was
pretty, and she had that glow of confidence about her that
made you want her, but I was mad that she was sleeping
around on me. I was real nervous that she might recognise
me, but she just thought I was nervous of meeting her. She
asked me about my first day, and then she said a friend of
hers needed someone like me on a project he was just
kicking off. I could stay at the mansion so long as I was
working. It was a great offer, but my dick was begging to
be released from its bizarre confinement. I just needed the
one night to catch her at it. I made all the right noises
and waited for Jack to arrive.
He didn't, so the next day Sharon found me and drove me out
to a studio where she left me with Derek, the director.
"Yeah," he said, "we need a fluffer for a couple of days,
but you'll get a couple of lines too. This could be your
big break into the movies."
An hour later once Vince, Rick, Jeff and Duke came out of
their trailers for the scenes, I found out what a fluffer
did. Derek knelt me down in front of Vince who drew his
massive tool out of his pants and thrust it in front of my
face.
"Sharon did say you might be a little shy on your first
day, so we'll just break through those barriers." Said
Derek, pushing my head into Vince's crotch. "Do a good job
and we'll let Mr. Heffner know you can stay around a
while."
Vince held his tool to my lips and I just opened them up
and took it in. I needed their good words to be able to
stay at the mansion if I wanted to catch Sharon. The soft
flesh was lukewarm, and tasteless, but I sucked and licked
as though it was candy, coaxing it up to its full ten-inch
length, at which point I almost broke my jaw trying to keep
my lips around it.
"That's sweet, honey," said Vince, withdrawing, "but if I
come in your mouth, you lose your job."
Thank God for that, I thought, mentally spitting to clear
my mouth. Then three more dicks arrived.
"Cut!" Yelled Derek. "Toni?"
I ran onto the set for about the fortieth time that day,
and knelt down to the taste of Debra Lee's cunt juices,
which were making me horny as fuck, even though they were
on Jeff's cock. Debra Lee herself, a stunning, melon-
chested blonde was lying behind me with her legs spread,
her quim just behind my head.
"Toni, when you've finished!" Came Derek's harsh voice. I
wiggled over to him and the other guys. "We have a problem.
Four guys and only one fluffer, and they all need to go on
set hard for the next gang-bang scene with Debra."
"How the hell?" I wondered out loud.
"Do it!" Screamed Derek. "Or you're fired, and wave your
career goodbye." He finished menacingly.
I needed to stay around Sharon. I tried to smile as the
four guys advanced on me.
I was sat on the arm of a chair, with Jeff and Dukes' cocks
in my long-nailed fingers, Vince's cock growing in my mouth
as I turned to him, and Rick's huge twelve incher sliding
in and out of my cunt. I bit back my screams of terror at
first, but now I needed to swallow my screams of pleasure
as it filled me up entirely and stroked places that were
working me into a pleasure filled frenzy, making me float
on the clouds. Suddenly they all left as one, leaving me
sinking slowly down and unfulfilled, my frustration making
me miss the fact that I'd just been fucked. I could hear
Debra's horny moans of pleasure as they fucked her
senseless and coated her with their cum.
"What's going on?" I almost yelled down the phone at Ms.
Mannater. I was just finishing painting my newly filed
nails. I admired the beautiful scarlet colour on the inch-
long tips of my slim fingers. "I have to file the nails
back every day, my hair is almost down to my waist, and my
bras are getting too small! Worse, though, is I reckon I'm
starting to think funny."
"Damn," said the Fixer, a little too calmly for my liking.
"You were supposed to have this wrapped up in a day. Doctor
Keely says that the chemicals we loaded you with to get you
shaped quickly will carry on working due to the overdose
until we reverse the process."
"Jack Cleveland ain't here and I need out!" I hissed.
"We can't have that, honey! I invested a small fortune in
you and I need guarantees of future earnings before I pay
to change you back. You need those photos!" The woman was
playing hardball.
"Look, is there anything that can counteract the chemicals
temporarily?"
"A compound of male hormones. If yours were working you'd
be fine. I can get you some in a few days."
"I've grown a cup size in less than two and I won't even
remember who I was in a few more. I need something now."
"We can't have that. Hmm, the closest thing I know of is
male ejaculate."
Jack didn't turn up again, and the next night Sharon
spotted me. "Wow, you look different, Toni, you're putting
on weight in all the right places." She could see the
difference already, and I thought it was only a cup size,
but the sheer silver dress I was wearing seemed to
accentuate every curve anyway. "How's the acting?"
"Okay."
Not really. Today I'd been enjoying Duke's dick so much I
didn't realise what I was doing until he slapped me to stop
me.
"Stupid Bitch!" He commented to Derek. "Doesn't she know
I've got a job to do?"
The memory made me shiver. I had been enjoying it. I needed
out of here. I followed Sharon up to her room that night,
but nobody came to visit. Just a telephone conversation,
which I listened in to.
"...My husband? ...No, he doesn't suspect a thing ...it'll
be too late by then, won't it? ...When and where? ...12th,
fourteen Delhi Drive, dinner..." I moved away from the door
as she put the phone down.
So, she was meeting Jack for dinner in a few days, which
meant I had to figure out how to keep in trim for that
long. There was only one thing for it, but when you live in
a house full of women, and you'll get fired for making guys
cum, finding male ejaculate can be a little tricky.
"Toni, I want to give you your scene, but the producer
wants it cut before we even shoot it. I'll shoot it if
you're good, but you'll have to show me how good you are or
I'm not wasting the tape."
So I went down on Derek in his trailer, and worked on his
cock like my job future depended on it, which it did.
"Toni, Darling," he sighed after a couple of minutes,
"that's wonderful, but your scene isn't a blow."
He pulled me to my feet, turned my around, lifted up my
skirt and pulled my panties aside to allow his cock access
to my love-tunnel. He was tiny compared to the other guys
but he still touched places that made my faked moans turn
into real ones after a few short minutes. Then he grabbed
my hips and blew his load inside me while I did my best to
persuade him I was having the greatest orgasm of my life. I
stepped away from him and turned, dropped my fingers to my
hole and scooped out a load of his jism, then put my
fingers to my mouth and sucked. I dropped to my knees and
licked off his shrinking cock, before tidying it away in
his pants. I figured the cum would act better if I took in
as much of it as possible.
"Pizza Delivery!" I said as I entered the room in my red
and white striped mini-dress, which allowed the colour of
my panties to be seen even when I stood up straight.
"I'm sorry," said Jeff, standing up from the sofa where he
and Debra had been necking, "I don't have any money."
"That's okay," I replied, staring at his bulging crotch, "I
accept all forms of payment."
I turned around presenting him my bottom and wiggled out of
my panties revealing my pussy to him. He dropped his
trousers, grabbed my hips, and thrust his nine-and-a-half
inches straight into my lubricated hole. I gasped, and
prayed that this time Derek wouldn't cut the filming before
he came inside me. His incredibly thick dick had already
made me cum six times and I was knackered, raw, and feeling
strangely humiliated, and all I needed was his juice.
"Are you feeling better, Toni?" Ms. Mannater was checking
up on me.
"It's working. I'm not enjoying this. My tits aren't
growing but they're not shrinking either."
"Yes, you can reverse the mental effects of the feminising
compounds so you think like a man again, but you can't
reverse the physical, only pause it. Still, you can cut
your hair, file your nails, reduce your tits, have
liposuction, and wear higher heels to combat the
shrinkage."
"Shrinkage?"
"Oh, yes, the chemicals do make you shorter. Women are
shorter than men, on average. That's not reversible, but
we'll have the fixing compounds out to you in a few more
days."
"Until then I blow men?"
"Yes. We figure three a day should do it."
I took a taxi from the mansion to number fourteen, Delhi
Drive. Tonight was the night. I'd suffered licking all the
cum from the four guys off Debra Lee's body - a job I would
have loved without the cum involved - in order to make it
here. I had the numbers of twelve of the girls at the
mansion, ready to call when things got back to normal. I
was dressed in my black silk pyjamas, the best I had for a
spying mission, and black shoes - heels, of course, I
didn't have anything but. The taxi driver was loving the
view of my cleavage that the clothing presented. Take a
good look, mister, this is the last time you'll see these
jugs on this body.
And the last time that they'll be a hindrance to me, I
swore, as I rolled over the wall. There were plenty of cars
in the drive of this large house. There were also plenty of
lights on, and it sounded like a party. Not loud music, but
plenty of voices. I headed to the back wall and found the
cellar doors. I entered, and listened carefully for sounds.
Finally I headed up the stairs, as the voices seemed to
congregate at the front of the house. I exited the cellar
and headed quickly for the main stairs. The voices were all
in either the lounge or the dining room. I found the main
bedroom on the second floor.
I was getting all kinds of uncomfortable in the closet when
at last the door opened and Sharon led Jack Cleveland in by
the hand. She shut the door behind them and started kissing
the six-foot, grey shot hero of a million housewives. I had
the camera in my hand, but I couldn't do it. I loved this
woman, and seeing her kissing another man simply made me
red with rage. I was furious and humiliated, and I couldn't
think straight. I launched myself from the closet and swung
at him.
Only my punch was little more than an idle swipe for the
action-trained ex-stuntman. He grabbed my arm and threw me
onto the bed with ease. Sharon laughed very loudly. I fumed
and tried to get up but Jack merely pushed me back down.
"Toni," said Sharon, sitting down on the end of the bed,
"we've been wondering when you would turn up." She turned
to the door. "Jacqui!" She called. Moments later the door
opened and Ms. Mannater entered, closely followed by Doctor
Keely.
"Ah, Toni, we have been hoping you would show." Sneered Ms.
Mannater. "Your wife has been desperate to talk to you in
private."
I looked at Sharon. "What's going on?"
"Well," she replied, smiling, "I should really ask you
that. I wanted you to be with me, but you were so proud you
turned me down. And then you began to see those girls in
your office while I was gone! I needed to get rid of you
for the sake of my career, but I couldn't divorce you
without a very strong reason. I turned to Jacqui here, and
she thought of this. I don't think I'm going to have any
trouble divorcing a transsexual slut porn-star wannabe.
Then I marry Jack and hello green card."
"But I'm not a transsexual slut!"
"You signed a contract, and the transformation is all on
film. Jacqui and Doctor Shelley here made you far better
looking than I would have wanted, but if it wasn't for that
we wouldn't have the video of you fucking four guys and
then licking their cum off a famous porn star. That's on
general release in two weeks, by the way."
"Sharon, please!"
"I loved you, you stupid arsehole, but you had to go and
fuck it all up, instead of just being happy for me."
I tried to struggle away from Jack's grip.
"Oh," continued Sharon, "you can leave if you want to."
Jack released me. "You can even go back to the mansion. I
won't tell anyone your little secret. Actually, I will
enjoy watching you suffer as you live among all those
incredibly beautiful women, your little balls itching
inside you, and knowing that only a cock can scratch them.
And the film is the only job you have at the moment - if I
was you I'd ask Derek for a reference."
I sat up. I was beginning to cry as I realised what I'd set
myself up for. "Are you really going to leave me like this?
I loved you too, you know, and that's why I did this."
"You did this for the money, and that's on tape. Actually,
you'll only stay like that as long as you blow three guys a
day, otherwise you'll be paying for a boob reduction pretty
soon."
"The chemicals won't stop working yet?" I asked in dismay.
"Not until they've finished their job. Ejaculate just puts
them on hold."
"And the fixer?"
"We have that with us now." Answered Ms. Mannater. "Do you
have one hundred thousand dollars?"
I shook my head and stood up. I wept as I ran down the
stairs, carrying my bouncing breasts in my folded arms.
Three guys a day! Well, I had the looks, and if I could get
fifty bucks a time that was only two years to get the
fixer, wasn't it?
So this is what she meant when she talked about the all-new
sex life following my divorce...
Oprah
- 11.04.2021
- 12
- 0
