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"Hey Al, what's up?"
Alan sighed and swiveled his chair away from the pile of papers accruing
on the side of his desk. His chat window blinked almost as furiously as
he did; it'd been a long couple of days of study. He wasn't even sure
what time it was anymore.
"Hey Tanya. I'm alive. Barely."
"Oh good. I was getting pretty worried there. It's been months.
What's up?"
"Thesis writing time. I'm almost done. I think I'm in trouble, though.
If I don't finish a draft by tomorrow my advisor won't be able to finish
editing in time and I have to pay for another semester."
"Oh fuck."
"Yeah. So I'm going to have to focus on this."
"How many pages?"
"... Um."
Alan looked at his word document. He had to fight to keep his eyes from
tearing up, both from exhaustion and frustration.
"Yeah, Tanya, uh... I need another thirty or forty pages."
"How much time per page?"
"About three hours."
"Ouch. I'm so sorry, hon."
That moment of outside reality was too much. Alan quickly dashed off a
goodbye message and turned off his computer, heading to sleep. He was
going to have to figure out how to come up with another seven grand in
the next week and a half.
When he woke up the next morning he faced a flurry of messages from
Tanya, asking how much his tuition was, how could she help... he had to
smile at her generosity, but he knew she wouldn't be able to handle all
of it. He did some quick calculations. His research stipend would
cover his basic living expenses- quite the sweet deal- but had a clause
that he had to be in good standing with the bursar's to get it. He
could apply for a quick student loan, but the interest rates were
murderous and he'd probably end up going a month without that sweet
sweet stipend money.
A month without rent, a month without food. Tanya could handle that?
Maybe? But then he'd have to worry about paying off a crippling loan.
And he didn't exactly want a sugar mama, if that's what you could call
her. He was sure she was still hanging on to those videos she
commissioned about him and his roommate Tom.
He didn't want THOSE to come to light, that's for sure.
But maybe he could talk to Tom about it, man to... man. Tom wasn't
exactly flush with cash but maybe he could absorb a month's worth of
rent and food. It was worth a shot, anyway.
"Nope," Tom answered while chewing cereal, "no can do, Al. Cash is
tight. I've been getting less hours at the shop."
"Shit," Al swore, "nothing saved up?"
"I could ask you the same question. I thought you... uh... had a...
never mind."
"Yeah, good idea. Never mind that," Al answered with a bit of
irritation. He'd foolishly thought with the wrong brain on what to do
with his savings, but Tom was kind of at fault too; his roommate had
come to encourage his roommate's spending habits vis a vis Allie's
little escapades.
"Still, point is I don't have that much. Paycheck to paycheck right
now." Tom put down his spoon. "I'm sorry about the thesis. Sorry to
have distracted you."
"My own fault." Al leaned back and sighed. "So, what'm I going to do?"
"Tanya?"
"Do YOU want the video out?"
Tom's eyes glazed over. Yeah, he knew the video; Alan dressed up as
Allie with monstrous fake breasts in an anime character's skimpy outfit,
aggressively fellating him. Allie's legs wrapped around his hips as Tom
mercifully fucked the squirming crossdresser. His hand closing around
his roommate's cock, jerking it until cum sprayed everywhere. Yeah,
that video.
"Shit, she'd do that, wouldn't she."
"I've got no doubt. I'm sure it's hot as hell but you weren't exactly
anonymous in it. I mean, they can blur out the faces but that doesn't
make it very high quality. Since it can take time for videos like that
to get traction... it may be up for a while."
"What're the chances, you think, that someone would recognize us?"
"Us? More like you, Tom. I'm sure I'm unrecognizable. Pretty low, but
you never know nowadays. It's a small world."
"Yeah." Tom drummed the tabletop with perpetually oil-stained fingers,
"Not much time for you to get a job either."
"Nope."
"Got anything to pawn?"
"I've got my computer, that's about it, and without it I can't write my
thesis."
"And your clothes-"
"Aren't going to be worth that much. You'd be surprised how little.
So, traditionally, this is where someone's supposed to suggest taking up
escorting."
"I'm not comfortable with that." Tom answered so quickly and adamantly
that it made Alan's stomach flutter. "What about the other things?"
"What, like the breast forms? Possibly. They were pretty expensive.
The problem is that they're used. I can offer them up online but
they'll probably get me half of what they cost at best."
"Yeah." Tom shook his head. "Look, I'll talk to my manager."
"Don, right?"
"Yeah, he's a good guy. He might net me some overtime if I beg enough."
"Or we can make it worth his while."
"Funny." Tom looked at Alan seriously again. "But no, that doesn't
make me comfortable."
Alan stood up. "Alright. I'm going back to the grind. Maybe think
about something else instead of cash. What time do you have work?"
"Noon."
"Shit, that's late."
"Less hours at the shop, remember? They slashed my mornings. The
shop's just not doing well enough."
Alan walked back to his room and gnawed at his lip. The chances that
Tom would be able to get overtime pay when his hours were already
getting cut were remote.
An hour later he had become Allie. While he knew he'd looked good in
that shoot months earlier, he looked even better now; a product of
aggressive dieting, specially targeted workouts, and plenty of practice.
A short, sassy wig of vibrant electric blue went well with his daring
neon makeup. A latex bustier held his massive fake tits in place, and
was accented by blue latex opera gloves with a black stripe down the
arm. He ruefully looked down at the rest of his outfit- more latex, so
much money! A tiny skirt showed off his round ass and the thigh boots
made his legs pop.
He could probably sell all of it for a pretty penny, now that he really
thought about it. It wasn't like he was particularly small or slight,
though his dieting and exercise had certainly smoothed out his figure in
all the right places.
But that was like just throwing it out. He'd done that before, a dozen
times. And now that he had a lover and- this wasn't just crappy clothes
from a thrift store. He couldn't throw out Allie's Closet any more than
he could chop off his left arm.
He'd sooner give up a kidney. Was that even an option? "Mental note,
check up kidney sales," Allie Katt muttered as he strutted out into the
living room.
Tom didn't need much encouragement. He was standing up and his jeans
were tenting before Allie even got to say a word. "So what is it this
time?" He grinned. "Keep in mind I've got work in two."
"I don't know, technopunk clubber hooker?" Allie giggled as he knelt in
front of Tom, hungrily unzipping his roommate's fly.
"Come on, Allie, I already said..." Tom rolled his eyes and then let
out a quiet, "Oh..." as Allie gave his member a good lick on the
underside.
"Isn't that what I am though?" Allie asked, looking up at his roommate
with big wide eyes. "You talking about working overtime to cover for
me..."
"You know I'd have you pay me back."
"Like this?" Allie moved his mouth down, enveloping Tom's cockhead in
his mouth. He let out a humming moan, quickly rubbing the tip of his
tongue against the groove. He pulled his head back, letting Tom see the
saliva connecting his dick with Allie's plumped-up lips.
"Nngh... no. Not like-"
"Yeah. Because I'm your little fuckdoll and that means you take care of
me and I take care of you," he said in a smokey voice. "My master."
Tom gripped the back of Allie's head and Allie took the opportunity to
to suck the cock back in. He made little whimpering humming noises as
he teased just the tip, building up Tom's passion to a fever pitch.
Then he grabbed Tom's hips, relaxed his mouth, and slowly shoved the
whole cock down his throat.
By now he knew Tom's limits. All it'd take is a few moments of fast
throat-fucking to make Tom paint his throat white. But he wanted to
tease Tom today, to thank him for giving him those butterflies earlier;
he wanted Tom to drown those butterflies with his hot spunk. Every time
his head lowered down that shaft he held it and sloooowly dragged his
mouth back up, teasing with his tongue. Tom sighed with pleasure and
exasperation. He knew what Allie was up to and he knew when not to take
charge.
Allie had given him a lot of blowjobs in the past few months.
Allie flexed until his tongue could reach Tom's heavy balls. He held
Tom's gaze, the penis slipping back out bit by bit. A little voice in
Allie's head murmured about how he'd love to see Tom take out his
cellphone and take a video. To think that a year ago he'd been just
another guy; now Allie was a cyberpunk hooker on his knees with a penis
in his mouth.
He hummed his frustrations out instead, turning kinky desire into
absolute pleasure for his partner. The cock swelled, and he forced his
throat down to receive it. Tom gripped his wig until it came off as he
blasted Allie's throat with miles and miles of cum.
He pulled his mouth off of Tom's dick, a bit of cum dribbling out onto
his huge fake tits. "Damn," he coughed, "you were really holding that
in."
Tom sat back down on the couch with an explosive gasp for air. "You've
been working on that thesis!"
"Aw, I'm sorry master." Allie rested against his lover's legs, his
cheek so close to Tom's thigh that cock was just within licking
distance. "I've been neglecting your care."
"No, you've been busy with more important things."
"I don't know about that." Allie gently squeezed the cock. "Don't ever
say you're not important."
"Only if you drop the hinting that you want to try streetwalking."
"Awww... you have to admit I look the part."
"Yeah, you look like a proper whore-" Allie shivered and Tom shook his
head. "- but that's some scary stuff, you know? Danger, disease..."
"And?"
"And you're my sex doll, right? Not somebody else's."
"Mmm." Allie traced a painted nail along the length of Tom's still-
twitching shaft. "Good points. It's just, you know. Hot."
The two sat in silence for a bit before Tom patted Allie's wig,
straightening it back into place. "You really want to do it, don't
you."
"You know you're not going to get more hours. I don't want to part with
my wardrobe. At this point I don't see any other option. But I don't
want to do it without your permission. Master." He licked at Tom's
cock.
They sat like that for a while, Tom lost in thought. Eventually he
stiffened again, and Allie knew what he had to do. He excused himself
to go to the bathroom and used the opportunity to lube up and toss aside
the thong. Then he strutted back out, pulled up his skirt, and
straddled his lover. Tom lined himself up.
God, but he lived for this. His eyes fluttered as he languidly impaled
himself on Tom's rod, his fingers curling Tom's short hair between them.
He was good at taking Tom now, so very good at it, but every time it was
like never before. "God..." he whimpered as he rocked his hips,
desperate to get every inch of flesh into his hot body.
"Allie, Allie..." Tom groaned into Allie's chest, face smashed against
silicone. Rough calloused hands pulled Allie's asscheeks apart,
squeezing them hard as the last inch of Tom's cock finally split Allie
open.
They sat there for a few minutes, savoring each other. Allie squeezed
at the cock with his asshole, letting his body get used to Tom's
invader. Tom chuckled and Allie couldn't help but giggle, the giggle
turning to a girlish gasp as Tom flexed his hips upwards. Allie braced
himself, hands on Tom's shoulders.
"Master..." Allie hissed as he tilted his body just right, then raised
himself up only to fall back down and split himself open again.
"Master...!"
"Goddamn, Allie..." Tom groaned and held the sissy's ass open, his rock-
hard dick stretching Allie's hole wide open. He licked at Allie's
chest, then sucked at the flesh just above the breast form.
Allie certainly appreciated the extra stimulation, but the penis in his
ass kept most of his attention. He could already feel the tingling of a
building orgasm after the first languorous rides of Tom's dick. At this
angle- it was just so right, so perfect- and it was Allie's favorite
position now. "I fucking love my master's massive cock up my ass," He
whispered aggressively to Tom just before he started to bounce. That
was Tom's cue to start bucking upwards, and Allie was pleasantly
gratified to feel Tom matching him bounce for bounce. The feeling of
the rigid cock pounding into him made him momentarily cross-eyed. He
wished he could do it forever.
"Do you like that? Do you like drilling your- ahh!- dirty whore,
master?"
"I love it!" Tom responded- and Allie almost cummed at the first two
words. It wasn't the big three he was secretly hoping for but the cock
in his ass was stimulation all in and of itself.
"What am I?" Allie asked, grabbing the back of Tom's head and forcing it
against his fake breasts. Just a little closer. His own cock kept
rubbing against the latex skirt and Tom's stomach, but the feeling in
his ass was just... so much better.
"You're my little fucking dirty whore sex doll, Allie!"
"Fuck yes I am!" Allie laughed in triumph, then squeezed down hard.
The world went white. The inside of his ass did too.
His asshole was still twitching an hour later, when Tom came out of the
shower. Tom looked too serious for someone who'd just fucked his sissy
whore silly.
"So I've got work," he said to the freshly fucked Allie, still lying on
the couch; "You're right, I don't think I'm getting any extra hours. So
when I get back, you and I are going to talk about how we're going to
get through this."
"Okay," Allie responded meekly.
"And we're going to talk about what ground rules we're going to set up
for when you start trying to... make money."
Allie met Tom's eyes. Tom nodded. Allie tried to keep the smile off
his face but failed. Things were looking up. Now he wasn't nearly as
worried.
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"You made HOW MUCH?!"
"Ummm..."
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More may be on its way; I originally only envisioned three, but this
felt like a natural stopping point.
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