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Chapter 14 Chrissie Gets Some Payback It was late Saturday afternoon when we finally arrived home. Mommy was in a wicked state of sexual bliss brought on by the humiliating session she had forced me to go through with a professional mistress. Her beautiful face was flushed with desire. Mommy had grown to love putting me through degrading experience after experience but this time she had gone way over the edge. I had been forced to service over two dozen faceless men in a filthy glory hole in a sex shop off a narrow alley in Soho, spending more than two hours on my knees under the lustful eyes of mommy and the mistress, moving from one dangling cock to the next on my knees on the dirty floor. Some of the men had just arrogantly jerked off on my face while others had demanded the full treatment. I was filthy, covered in dried cum and my stockings were raggedly torn at the knee. All I could taste was the residue of the jism so many men had shot into me. My tummy was slightly swollen; chock full of fresh semen swimming around inside me vainly looking for a woman's egg to inseminate. By my own calculations I had the equivalent of a pint glass of the creamy goo in me and plenty splattered on my face and chest. Mommy went into the living room, slipped out of her skirt and lowered her knickers. Then she wantonly sat on the sofa with her stocking clad legs splayed and began to play with herself. "Come over here," mommy said with a purr in her voice. "I'm so sorry you had to service so many men today but I've heard that spunk is good for your complexion. You should be glowing with health." "You can go and shower after mommy is taken care of," she added. "Go down on your knees and put your filthy tongue to work." I went on my knees, thanking the heavens the living room floor was carpeted and began to lick around mommy's pussy, teasing her before I worked my magic. As my tongue started to go back and forth on her clit with just the right amount of force she loved, she quickly had a strong orgasm wrapping her thighs around my ears and squeezing my head tightly. When her body stopped going through her post coital spasms, she pulled me up. "Take off your skirt and panties and come sit next to mommy," she said. "I want to talk to you and I want to play with your little dick." I flushed with excitement at the thought of that and quickly pulled down my skirt and slipped off my panties. I sat next to mommy and felt her touch me, which sent a quiver through my body. After three years of strong oestrogen treatment my once sub average size cock had shrunk to about an inch in size and could no longer get hard, but I still enjoyed it when it was touched, particularly by mommy's beautiful hand. "When you tried that ill-fated experiment of being a real man, did anyone ever suck your cock?" mommy asked playfully. "Before I married Heidi she did do it one time to me, but after the wedding she didn't seem to be interested," I replied, enjoying the feeling of her two fingers playing with my little cock. "After she and Helen started me on the oestrogen treatment and I was chemically castrated, Heidi did confide about her lovers and how they liked to have their cocks sucked. I even saw her do it to a couple of men. I guess she just didn't like to do it with me." "Of course she didn't like to do it to you honey," mommy said with a little chuckle, looking down at what was once my manhood. "Women only want to suck on a real man's cock, not a sissy's little thing. Women want to be submissive to a powerful man and there's no better way to demonstrate that than going down on them." "Heidi used to complain that guys never went down on her," I said. "She said it seemed like a one way street with the men she went out with. Even the men who knew she was married and didn't suspect she had other lovers didn't want to lick her pussy. It really bugged her that they didn't take her out on dates or even want to be seen in public with her, although one guy did take her to a swinger's club and one other guy was generous enough to pay for a tattoo he had designed to be inked on her ass. I guess it all worked out in the end for her now that Rob has knocked her up and they moved in together." "I guess men can just sense a woman's a slut when they see her," said mommy. "How many men did she fuck after she married you?" "Well, if you count the lovers that she insisted on sleeping with while we were engaged, I would say not more than 23 or 24." I replied. "I shouldn't have gotten upset about it. I began to understand Heidi better just a week or so after Helen gave me my first shots at her surgery. The more feminine I became the better our marriage got. First of all, it took the issue of sex away and I could talk to her about the problems she had with her lovers. I'm glad now that Helen recognised that I could never make Heidi happy in that way and helped me become who I am and that you are back in my life. I'm even happy that we are both hookers at the same brothel and I'm proud of the tattoo you and I have with Derek's initials on it. It's like a statement that we are special and good enough to work for him. Having the breast implants was the final step in the process and I'm really happy how they turned out." "I'm even happy that Tracie has taken over from Helen, even though she gets all the money we earn" I added. "I know it's selfish, but I now get to have the hormone shots more often and I think the combination treatment she is giving me works better. Helen could be a real bitch and she liked to see me go through withdrawal, waiting for my next shot. I can't work as a t-girl prostitute without the hot rushes I get from the oestrogen working its way through me and now that Tracie has figured out a way to shut down the testosterone in me, then there won't be that constant battle between the masculine and feminine hormones." "I didn't think I would like being a hooker either," mommy said. "But I love it. It is the biggest ego boost in the world for young guys to pay top dollar to be with a mature woman and knowing that alpha males are taking care of their sexual kinks with you in the same house is a real turn on. I love that you still like to lick my pussy after it has been fucked, and now it is supercharged because you get to lick up the goo from all the men who have used me at the end of the day." "Look," mommy said as she held my tiny prick between her thumb and index finger. "There it goes again. There's a little dribble of sissy juice leaking out. Did you dribble all afternoon while you were sucking all those cocks for me?" "I guess I will have to change my knickers," I said with a little laugh. "I really hope you don't make me go through that again next Saturday. I want you to get your kicks in life but I didn't expect our first day off to be like that. We should come back to work Monday refreshed and looking forward to it." "I'm sorry," mommy said with a pretend pout on her face. "But you were the one who first insisted on going down on me just after I had been fucked by your uncle when you were 13. Ever since then you have wanted me to do wicked things to you. You were the one who wanted to wake up every morning and drink a glass of my pee and clean me with your tongue after I poop and you bought me that riding crop and asked me to punish you. Can you blame me for not beginning to enjoy it? We both know that you get off on me degrading you and what better way to do that then to make you service a bunch of alpha males? I wish I had brought a vibrator. It was so hot looking at you crawling around and taking cock after cock." "Did you ever want to kiss a man?" mommy asked. "How would you feel if one of your clients wanted to kiss you? "Ugh, I never thought of that," I replied. "The thought revolts me. That would be like being gay and the last thing I think I am is gay." "But men are using you all day just like a guy would use another guy," mommy replied. "I guess it's different now that you have completely feminised yourself and made yourself so beautiful. I guess they can get off thinking that they can be far dirtier and domineering with you than they can with a real woman." "I don't think I ever have to worry about anyone wanting to kiss me," I said. "I think you're right. I'm a dirty fantasy to straight guys. None of them even want to see what's left of my manhood, which is why they always take me from behind." "Most guys that see me want to French kiss me," mommy said with a smile of satisfaction. "And then they want to go down on me and some of them are really good at that. I have gotten off a number of times. They're really sweet, on the whole. Luke is the only one who has been the least bit dominant with me. I think he kind of senses that I like that. That's why of all the men who I saw this week, he was by far the best. I really would fuck him for free if Derek ever allowed that." "I don't think there will be anybody like that for me," I said. "It's more like wham, bam and no thank you at the end. It suits me because when it is like that I feel totally submissive and I get the hormone rushes. They are better than any orgasm I had when I used to be a real man." "You just have a huge thing for being submissive," said mommy with a giggle. "That's your hot button. I know I am the one who really pushes all your buttons. That is quite flattering and once I began to understand it, I got really turned on being dominant with you. It's too bad we have to be careful now because I used to get so wet whipping your butt until it was covered in red welts. Derek would be furious if your little bum wasn't perfect every day now. That's his big money maker, just like my pussy." "It isn't your pussy people pay for," I said, looking mommy in the eyes, still enjoying the sensations of her touching and playing with my penis. "You are a stunner. Look at you! You are 55 years old and you could pass for 35 easily. You look like my older sister. You've got the tightest body and men get off on you being so petite and your hair looks great. You could have been a fashion model, if you just had been tall enough." "How about you?" mommy replied. "I bet nobody has mistaken you for a man in years. You've got a tight little body most women would die for and you've got a face like an innocent girl. Now that you have tits you are complete. Your petite size works perfectly now. We can even share shoes and you've been dressing in my clothes since you were a teenager." "My biggest regret is that I didn't start you on hormones when you were young," mommy added, playfully giving my little cock a squeeze. "I should have realised you would never become a man. You are much better at being a girl, or a t-girl now. I've read about it and if we had castrated you when you were young than, for all intents and purposes, you would have grown up to be a girl." "But then I might have hated you for taking away the chance to try being a man," I said. "I had to find out myself that I could never be the sort of man who could marry a woman and expect her to be faithful to me. I guess I had to have someone like Heidi teach me that lesson. I didn't even know what the word cuckold meant until I was one. It was important to go through the humiliation she put me through: having men openly laugh at me in the face when I took her to the pub where half of the customers had screwed her in the back room one night when she was pissed. It was actually a relief when Helen shot the drug in me that chemically castrated me, although I didn't know what it was until a few weeks afterwards. Then when the oestrogen treatment really kicked in it was like I couldn't care that everyone in the neighbourhood knew that I was married to the biggest slut in town and laughed at me behind my back." "The funny thing is," I added. "They don't even know it is me now when I pass them on the street. I went into the pub where Heidi fucked all those guys that night and the same guys who made fun of me wanted to buy me drinks. They don't get that I am still technically married to Heidi until the divorce goes through. They think I am just a new woman who moved into the neighbourhood." "Why don't you scrub all that dried jism off you and go there tonight for a pub dinner," mommy said. "Let's see what it's like. It might be a lot of fun." After I stepped out of my second shower of the day, I dropped my original idea of dressing in white to regain some virginal innocence and decided to show some leg and wear something a bit daring to get as much attention as possible from the men who once considered me to be a laughing stock. I picked out a short black leather skirt and a sleeveless top and pulled up natural coloured hold ups and slipped on three inch heels. I went a little heavy on the makeup, using eyeliner, pink lipstick and some charcoal coloured eye shadow. The healthy glow I had from the hormones rushing through me meant I never had to worry about blush. I had a natural glow in my cheeks. When I came down the stairs and into the living room mommy did a little double take and, without saying a word, hurried upstairs to dress in something equally as provocative. When she reappeared she was also wearing a short skirt, equally tall heels and a clingy top that showed off her slim figure. We shared spurts from a bottle of perfume mommy had in her bag before leaving. We looked like two glamorous women out for a night of fun and we got a lot of lustful looks from men and envious looks from women as we walked down the street. The pub was one of the new trendy venues in the neighbourhood that had a menu of cocktails and other alcoholic concoctions that nobody really drank. It had revamped its menu a few years ago and now claimed to sell the best 'pub grub' in London, a claim made by virtually every other joint in town. The pub also demanded that customers reserve dining tables beforehand although I hadn't bothered calling to make a reservation: I wanted to prove a point to mommy. The hostess asked us if we had a reservation when we entered the dining area and approached her podium. I shook my head no and I could see her look over our heads towards where the general manager worked behind the bar. His eyes had locked on us the moment we entered the pub, lustfully examining us from head to toe. She asked us to remain where we were and went to the bar and had a brief whispered conversation with him and returned to us with a smile. "We are completely booked but I think I can find a table for you," she said. "Come and follow me." We followed the pretty hostess towards the dining area, but were not led to a tiny table in the corner. Instead she seated us at a table for four in the centre of the room, within sight of the bar. We took our seats, careful to cross our legs so the tops of our lacy hold up stockings were visible. "The general manager would like to buy you a round of drinks," she said, happily smiling. "What can I get you?" "I think my sister and I will just have white wine to start," I replied. "And thank him for us, please. That's really nice of him." "That's the same general manager who got Heidi drunk, fucked her and arranged for six other guys to screw her in the back room, while he took videos and pictures," I whispered to mommy after the hostess had left. "When Heidi insisted on having me come back here with her the next night, he actually refused to serve me drinks and tried to get me to leave and demanded Heidi stay for another gangbang. He laughed at me right in my face and called me a useless dick-less cuckold and told me to never set foot in the place again. I got really upset with Heidi about that and we had a big argument. She took me to see Helen the next day and, as you know, that's when I was first chemically castrated and the hormone treatments started. It was really my last night that I was still a real man. I was technically a eunuch the next day." "For the first time in my life I wish I had a highly contagious and really nasty STD," mommy whispered back to me. "I'd take him to the back room right now and screw his brains out just for the pleasure of watching his cock rot and fall off." Instead of bringing back two glasses of wine the hostess brought a wine bucket and nice bottle of French white wine. She opened the bottle and filled our glasses. "The manager thought you would like to try this new wine we just got in," the hostess said, with a wide smile on her face mainly directed at me. "It's from a little vineyard in the south of France that he recently visited." "It's really nice," I said to her after taking a sip. "Thank him again for being so kind." "Just think, he's probably got a raging hard on right now and is dreaming of fucking you," mommy whispered to me after the hostess walked away. "I'm sure his ultimate wet dream would be to get both of us in bed. Just think what a surprise it would be for him to put his hand up your thigh and reach into your panties and to find your dainty little cock." We both laughed at that thought; although that was one thing I was never unaware of. It's why I am much happier selling my body than I would be if I had some deluded notion of actually finding romance with someone. In reality, I have found romance in my love for mommy and really need nothing more than that. I had no dreams of finding Mr Right. First of all, I didn't want to kiss or sleep with a man. Sure, I got off on being a submissive sex toy for the right sort of guy, but they weren't the type to ever want to French kiss a sissy. The thought of French kissing a man actually revolted me. I would never put myself in a position where some man thought he was actually seducing a woman and find out I was really not what he had bargained for. It was better for me for men to pay for me knowing beforehand what they were getting. After we ordered our dinners, we talked about mommy's husband who I was curious about. I had never met him and mommy didn't even have a picture of him in her purse. I knew he was younger than her and had inherited a bundle of money. I assumed he was handsome because mommy was pretty demanding when it came to the sort of man that attracted her. "Do you fuck like bunnies when you are together?" I asked mommy with a laugh. "Is he super hung? I seem to remember you have a huge thing for huge things." "We did have a lot of sex in the beginning," mommy replied in a whisper. "Let's say he is a bit bigger than normal and knows how to use it. But I don't think you understand what sort of effect you've had on me. We spent 12 years together in a very unusual relationship that was wonderful and I keep wanting to go back to that." "So, you're saying you started giving your hubby the Chrissie treatment and he started liking it?" I asked, keeping my voice low. "Did you start feminising him like you did with me? Maybe with a little punishment thrown in? How has he adjusted to his new role in life?" "It was like taking a horse to water," mommy said with a giggle. "That's why I'm not worried about his reaction when he comes up and finds his precious wife is working as a hooker and he'll have to line up like everyone else and pay ?500 for a half hour of my time. You know, I might not actually fuck him the first couple of times he comes to see me. I just might make him suffer for a few weeks but I'll be sure to tell him about all the other customers that screw my brains out." "Be sure to tell the receptionist that he is your husband when he books an appointment," I said, barely able to control my laughter. "That way everyone will know that his wife is one of the working girls. That should embarrass him a bit." After we had finished our wine and dinner the general manager was presumptuous enough to pull up a chair and sit down. With a confident smile he summoned over a waiter and asked us what we would like to drink. "Do you have champagne by the glass?" mommy asked with a glint in her eye. "Actually, we don't but why don't I get us a bottle to share," he said and then ordered a vintage bottle of Krug champagne from the waiter. After the waiter returned with an ice bucket and poured each of us a glass and left the table, the manager raised his glass to ours and touched them in sort of a toast. "So, let me guess," he said, directing his gaze at me and studying me like I was a piece of meat he was about to devour. "You're obviously sisters and there's an age gap. I'd say you are about ten years apart. You are about 25 and your older sister is about 35. I hope you know that you have every man in this restaurant lusting after you tonight." "That's not far off," said mommy with a laugh. "Chrissie and I are just ten years apart in age. I can't believe we haven't come here before. We'll have to make it our regular place. It's a good thing we took Heidi's advice." "Who's Heidi?" the manager asked with his eyes fixated on my thighs. "She's a South African blonde woman who used to come here, kind of slutty and married to a loser," mommy said, trying to hide her smile. "She said she always got a warm welcome here." "Oh, that Heidi," the manager said, with a knowing smirk. "Yeah, we always made her very welcome. I had to throw her wimpy husband out one night because he was getting in the way of our fun. She's a very giving woman, if you know what I mean." "I'm sure I do," said mommy with a little laugh. "It's such a shame about what happened to her." "I haven't seen her around for a few months," he replied. "I think she got a little more than she bargained for a couple of nights she came here. She had a big thing for me but I'm not the selfish type, if you know what I mean. Is she OK?" "Unfortunately Heidi died recently," mommy said, feigning a look of sadness. "She had a really nasty strain of HIV that is highly contagious and impossible to detect and treat. She got it in Africa before she came to the UK and I think the NHS is trying to track down everyone she had sexual relationships with, not that they can do much to help them, but it's better for people to know, don't you agree?" Suddenly the manager wasn't scrutinising my legs or paying much attention to the bit of lacy stocking top I was revealing. He just went silent and I could see the colour drain from his face. I was trying to keep my eyes on the table and resist the urge to break out in laughter. "I guess it is good to know," the manager replied after a long silent pause, his voice suddenly a bit shaky. "Look, I hope you girls enjoy the champagne. I've got to get back to work but I hope you come back soon." With that he bounded up and walked quickly away from us towards the back room. I guess he wasn't going to go behind the bar for a while. Mommy looked at me and gave me a wicked smile and then signalled to the waiter for the bill. It was surprisingly cheap considering we hadn't had to pay for our bottle of wine or the champagne we were now enjoying, so we split the bill and left a generous cash tip and poured the rest of the bottle in our glasses, quickly downing them. It wasn't till we were out of the pub and walking down the street that we allowed ourselves to break out in laughter. I hope Heidi never takes her new boyfriend, Rob, back there.

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Okay, a lot of these stories start out with a cliché, it goes something like this: I came home from work and there was a strange car in the driveway. Well shit, it does happen like that a lot. And my story does have some of that in it, but it's just a tad different. It's different because Chrissie loves me, and will do whatever it takes to protect me, no matter what. Maybe I should start at the beginning. Well the recent beginning anyway. My name is Tim Matthews. I work in IT at a mid sized...

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Tom woke before dawn. It may have been the piping of the waders poking around in the mud next to his little yacht or the lapping of the rising tide, but that is unlikely. He looked at his watch in the half-light. Ten to five ... or as he thought of it, 'oh four fifty'. He crawled out of the oddly-shaped berth in the fo'c'sle of his small, elderly yacht. ('She may be old, but she's sound and she's mine, ' he'd say.) He pulled on a pair of jeans and some deck-shoes, picked up a towel,...

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Chrissie and TomChapter 3

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In the way of a sailor, Tom was almost instantly awake with the bleep of his alarm, but took a few moments to revel in the presence of the woman he ... yes ... loved, and wanted to spend his life with. Somehow, though, he wasn't ready to ask her for that ultimate commitment despite her apparent willingness to offer it. Gently, he extricated his arm and slid down and out of the bunk. Chrissie made a sort of mewling sound and her hand groped for him, but he was gone. She fought her way to...

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Chrissie Part 41

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Chrissie looks forward to getting deballed Chapter 18

Chapter 18 Chrissie looks forward to getting deballed Kate and I watched the video of Magic Mike in bed later that night or to be more accurate, Kate watched the video on her laptop while I licked her well used pussy. I could sense that she was having a hormonal rush at the same time my careful attention brought her to an orgasm. It is strange having a relationship with a woman I'll never be able to have sex with, particularly when sex is her livelihood. I know Kate has been a...

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Chrissie Part 38

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Chrissie gets spunked Chapter 13

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Chrissie has a naughty day at the beach Chapter 15

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My name is - or would I rather say "was" - Robbert Wallcot. Robbie for my friends. I was a good-looking boy of 23 years old, about 1.70 m height and some 75 kg of weight. This is my story. I woke up, groggy and with a heavy hangover from last night? While I slowly regained my consciousness, I noticed - to my horror - that I was stark naked. I vaguely remembered drinking in a local tavern with a group of boys and girls, who were having a good time. I was on a holiday trip...

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ChrissieHaving received the invitation and tickets. You board the plane. It's a long flight so you have come prepared. Long flowing dress, stockings, no underwear, and reading material. An overnight bag full of essentials and a few nonessentials. The pain killers you took are working fine but they have reacted with the other little pill you took that arrived with your tickets. You feel lovely, all warm and floaty and slightly sleepy. But the strange thing is – you love everyone.Your club class...

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Chrissie Remembers Mommy Chapter 3

Chapter 3Chrissie Remembers MommyI awoke on Saturday morning drenched in sweat from the hot flashes I hadbeen having all through the night. The strange erotic dreams I had aboutmy mother, Rob, Alex, Helen and Heidi were still hovering barely beneathmy consciousness. It was 7:00 am and Heidi was still asleep next to me inour bed. I quietly slipped from under the covers, grabbed my robe andwent to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and learned lessonone about makeup: wash it off...

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Chrissie Remembers Mommy Chapter 3

Chapter 3 Chrissie Remembers Mommy I awoke on Saturday morning drenched in sweat from the hot flashes I had been having all through the night. The strange erotic dreams I had about my mother, Rob, Alex, Helen and Heidi were still hovering barely beneath my consciousness. It was 7:00 am and Heidi was still asleep next to me in our bed. I quietly slipped from under the covers, grabbed my robe and went to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and learned lesson one about...

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Chrissie licks mommy clean again Chapter 10

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Chrissie Rhymes with Sissy

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Chapter 14 Chrissie Gets Some Payback

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It all started when my wife and I were going to go to a wedding back in my old college town. My wife, April, attended college there with me and knew a lot of the locals. With the added company of our old college buddies, it was too much like old times to pass up. When April and I were packing for the trip I noticed she packed the dress that she knew I loved. It was a VERY tight fitting strapless dress that stopped about 2 inches from her knees. The material was so tight that she could...

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This is the sequel to ‘I Warned You.’ I hope you enjoyed it and didn’t take it seriously. There is only a mention of sex in this story. I decided to keep it in the category of the first story for consistency. Please don’t take either of these stories seriously. There is no permanent damage done to anyone. Just read and enjoy. ***** Payback For those of you who read about what my wife did to me in the story ‘I Warned You,’ I’m here to let you know that I did not go gentle into that good...

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