XoXo
With the borders and other little effects in the comic I tried and simulate the feel of looking at it through it as a twitch chat viewer, but its more of a stylistic choice, since it doesnt really follow the rules of a set camera, and you can see things that wouldnt be on cam, like the mom walking in.
With one of the ass spread pannels I tried and simulate the effects of getting real close to a cam creating a sort of fish eye lens effect.
Also depending on how close the cam was, I added more detail to the shading and body as if you were getting closer to a light source (the monitor and desk lights in this case)
And as usual packed the page full of tiny eastereggs and references, there is a lot in thise one for those of you who like to clam through stuff and look for them.
Im goin to share other bonuses like some of the more up close background assests aswell as maybe a full set of all the cheerleader notifications, but id rather wait with that till I get more done, since I havent used/finished all of it yet.
for those who would want a more hd version of that charizard, I do have it yes, but ill share it later.
Who is this girl in real? Especially the mother
Looking to suck some toes (femboy or female)
kik- asseatermidir
GA
i want to suck her sweaty butthole so bad
Ou mai godi
shad sounds like a cool dude
i love you
This is sooo freaking hot. 🔥 If anybody want’s to play some games with me, hit on my name.
WHY DID YOU DO THIS. YOU CREATED THIS ACCOUNT SO YOU COULD WATCH EVERYONE AROUND YOU SIMP, THINK, FEMBOY, YOU WILL MAKE HORNY EVERY FRAGILE AND INSIGNIFICANT BEINGS ON THIS WEBSITE, YOU LIVE TO SEE EVERYONE’S HOPES TO FUCK SOMETHING CRUMBLE TO DUST AND BLOW AWAY, EVERYONE AND EVERYTHING YOU KNOW WILL SEE THE DISGUSTING BEING IN THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WINDOW. WHAT WILL YOU HAVE AFTER 500 HORNY USERS SEE HOW DISGUSTING YOU REALLY ARE?
Im bored, anyone up to play some games? hit on my profile name. 😁
826
“The simp and the sentence” I spotted the Trivium fan lol
ey, dont knock it, that album was awesome loll
alta paja
was this intended to look like Silvervale lol
SHAD
Why the fuck Is there a picture of “Perro Bermúdez”
Firmala guio fírmala fírmala firmalaaaa
Verga el perro bermudez
Hope your coming back, i miss ya.
Kik: jwiiyi fartslaves and femboys only
Que pedo con el perro Bermúdez jajajajaja
Jajajajaja alchile va, vine a hacerme una paja y me dieron ganas de escuchar sus comentarios
Jajajaja simón, inconfundible el buen perro
Waaaaaaaaay hotter in cartoon form. Nice work shad!
Where’s the best place to find Loli hentai nowadays? Just searching it up doesn’t work anymore.
Try nhentai
is there any place for loli vids
Pixiv.net is your best bet but your gonna need an account to see the nsfw loli content. Also try sankaku complex a less cucked version than rule34 phael.
Omg el perro bermúdez
Jaja simón
I definitely need that Charizard mousepad OwO
If you’re a shiteatingslave or a femboi add parker_wood19 on Snapchat🍑
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Shit
camed
What is that cameo of el perro bermudez?
That ad with the guy holding cereal cracks me up for some reason, lol
Stop making fun of youtubers
Silence simp
There used to of been 32,814,753 watching live, now its exactly 22,814,753.
make some more trap content
O my 🔥🔥😋 i guess I will have a free breakfast tomorrow mornong
Hmu on Kik @jgsub
Shad, check out Helltaker, it’s an amazing short steam puzzle game with cute demon girls, I think you’d like it and maybe you could do some art from it.
Great cameo of El Perro Bermúdez
P E R R O
B E R M U D E Z
she needs a dick
You gay ?
Looking for a trap/fen/bottom add my snap you will get a reward:legend4656
horny egirl w big tits
kik: kainaegirl
i need that fucking mouse pad
Un anuncio mexicano wey, fierro
Ya se we, quedó tan mamalon que me quedé riendo por un buen rato
That is some good shit man
More lesbian :)
Nice job
Nice
On a stack bro :joy:
Shad doesn’t like valorant ;-;
Liked it better when the comments section was down
Got to love the Simpsons on the hallway wall.
San bombazooooo!!!
Tuya, mía, tenla, te la presto
bored asf and wanna have fun
KiK: FoxSoClose
Niggar
as a black man myself, i approve
I’ve been gone for awhile and I just want to know what happened to the archive that separates the non porn stuff?
Archive system was deleted sometime in 2019 when Shad had a mental break and started deleting some of his old content/clearing out the website. Said itd be back, never came back.
Let her mom a futa
Shad can you ban bastards that post shit story in the comments???
como
Hmu on Kik for my thick young sweaty uncut cock and balls my kik is Kory22006
Ssometimes i come here just to read the comments and arguements in the chat lol
Traps/fems/bottoms snap me a pic on snapchat for a reward: TristanDugrayy
Belle delphine again. Bruh
i love u
If you don’t have any ideas after this amazing comic, a new character came out in apex legends who is thiccer than a diamond skull. Her name’s Loba if you’re interested
Let’s see more with the Mom
would be neat if you drew a black femboi getting his ass destroyed by a white cop :^)
based
fuck police
Coming straight from the underground
Can we get more of that mom
I miss how edgy you used to be
Me too sometimes
But his art is still good
Phenomenal job, Shad! You absolutely blew this out of the water! And don’t listen to the haters, the real ones can’t wait for 2 and 3!
I don’t really understand what good you’re doing writing BLM on this website.
Shad keep up the good work man.
When are yall gonna get it that shad does what he wants, not what you ask for? I cant wait for page 2 and 3 personally
White knight
#BLM
Na #ALM
Hell yea
Asian lives matter?
that defeats the point, black lives are getting murdered daily, so saying ALM tears down the people of color scared to go out cause they might get killed by a white man? so f**k off #BLM ✊🏻✊🏼
Dude, have you even read one single stat on crime and police brutality? Blacks are way more likely to kill eachother than whites are to kill them, hell black on white crime is higher than white on black crime. Even black cops are way more likely to kill black people than white cops are.
BLM
Black lives matter
Why are you saying blm on a porn artist’s website o-o
Probably because they wanna combat the edgelords whom are making tons of low quality race jokes or for shitposting purposes since it’s a snappy phrase that is sure to cause alot of flame wars especially on a site like this.
I honesy tried to click on the first image..lol..your awesome shad..love EVERYTHING you do. Thank you
Holy motherfuckin shit, you REALLY outdid yourself this time, Shad. There is so much detail , color and effort put into this shit. I love it!
shadmen you should draw HL Alyx pinup or somthing, give justice to that bitch already
this sucks
CHARIZARD PLEASE
i want that charizard picture
Shad has gone on smoko
SHAD FINISH STARFORE IN HEAT PLEAAASE
Please shad im begging I just realized the title is 1 of 3 please just do something else, finish starfire in heat, draw the 2 lewder ones of the previous post, just something else
Now draw her with a big dick
Really want a 1080p version of that “stream starting soon”, looks great and like something I’d actually would want to use.
Maybe with a cast or something instead of the heart, tho.
Do you lack inspiration or something? You’ve already done the twitch streamer thing, even the twitch mom thing too. your gone for like a month and this is what you comeback with? make something new please, or just make fucking porn already, tired of jacking off to your old shit.
chill horny motherfucker
You know this shit is tired too
The fuck are you, Shad’s mom?
Hey shadman where’s Don Ramon I’m waiting for it
Yeah where is he?
This was really brilliant Shadman. Incredible work.
You’d think with the whole virus thing going down Shad would post more porn
Maybe this virus is causing Shad to have trouble with making ideas.
As an artist whose dating an artist w a bunch of artist friends, yeah the current climate has really been putting a damper on a lot of our creative drives. Stress’ll do that.
This one is really neat visually, but it isn’t great for speech bubble readability :( I understand that it’s stylistic, but the hand lettering aint great for Comprehension
FINISH STARFIRE IN HEAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
That’s never gonna happen cause shad lost his touch and now he’s just lazy any more considering how long it took him to upload this
who lost his touch e.e are we even looking at the same comic I swear smh
Then why don’t you try to make actually decent NSFW art pieces for free consistently? You act as if Shad or whoever draws these comics aren’t trying to make them look good and as if these could be passed down as simple sketches.
The mom and her need to do some fuck.
Do you only draw when you’re horny or just bored
I’ll answer for him.
Yes.
Holy shit this art style is really solid, keep it up shad
I think incest story is more interesting.. or dito comic also interesting
..
The Dito comic would be great to see again.
I think incest story is more interesting.. or dito comic also interesting
..
DUDE IT’S 2020 STOP SIMPING OVER BELLE DELPHINE
You fucking dipshit just because he is drawing belle delphine doesn’t mean he’s Simping on her you raging retard
500 iq genius spotted
I think it’s more of a “how stale is this meme gonna get?”
Don’t you understand satire
Pls more belle delphine
haters, shut the fuck up and get out of here. Nobody needs you. Do what you have to do, shad. Your true appreciaters will support you no matter what. Love you.
Shad, Can you make more drawings about the game Life is strange?
kik: Emipes
add me ;)
Hey Shad. Great work on this one, really worth the wait. I hope you’re doing fine, you post less thoses month. Can’t wait for the next panel, don’t listen to mean comments it’s really dope.
This is realy beautiful but I used to like Shad’s old arts with sissy girls, It’s already long time hi is not publishing that kind of content… Thats really sad.
I think a majority of us here are waiting on some of the final pages for previous works, please try finish them
add Valorant Porn stuff <3
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FXCK YO GARBAGE ART DISTINCTIVE HITLER
Fuck off bitch.
“Distinctive Hitler” is an excellent pair of words. I will log this away for later use.
tl;dr nigga
I have high hopes for the other pages ngl
Modern streaming
These incels really do like getting worked up over free porn huh
Go back to Reddit, faggot.
Go back to somewhere where your opinion matters, trash.
O h w a i t
Fags mad, lul. How pissed are you that the nigs chimping out are stealing all your attention during homo pride month? Blacks truly are prodigious thieves.
Whites are actually looting more than blacks rn
Ich finde das richtig gut. Und noch besser ist die Tatsache das es die erste von 3 Seiten ist. Supershad!!^^
not your best shad ill be real witchu
Come on Shad, this is pretty lame
bit.ly/2MyrZpq check it out guys ;)
I am not going through the effort of trying to read that font
I need more gay content cause there has been a lot of straight lately
Ain’t no one want that tf
That’s where you’re wrong. Some of us do.
Off yourself, nobody asked you bigot bitch ass anything
I like this one but the best lesbian comic you can release now is the goth girl
Maaan… you used to draw cute perky buttholes.. what are these man? You’ve changed..
Believe it or not, buttholes don’t look pretty and perky in reality
Maybe the one’s you’ve seen. There are pretty and perky buttholes
“Believe it or not, buttholes don’t look pretty and perky in reality” Thanks for telling us the women you are with are fucking ugly and disgusting. Stop projecting the one time you’ve had sex onto everything. soyfaggot
A butthole is literally a shit cannon what is it supposed to look like?
Cute and perky. As I originally stated.
That’s how he used to draw them.
Now they’re like.. granny buttholes.
Wtf granny? You clearly haven’t watched actual porn
He’s drawing them blown out – I think it’s to give evidence to the “viewer” that her ring isn’t as tight anymore.
Mnr Shads
I know the likelihood of you reading this is unlikely but wtf right
I have been following you for a couple years now and tbh the futa stuff not my flavor but i stayed – reason being your a deviant and seriously awesome ARTIST. your talent has grown in leaps and bounds over the years and well your one of the best I have seen online. The thing is that the other ppl need to get is instead of bitching and moaning bout bullshit and demanding shit they need to say thank you for for your art, for your talent and well for the fap material u have so graciously provided us. so thank you and keep up the good work. and post whatever u want when u want.
Fucking simp
shut the fuck up retard
You need to get laid bro Jesus
More trans Sonic plzzzzzzzz
What’s wrong with you
More lesbian breast sucking please
Your art has improved but why the fuck are you wasting your time drawing this ugly ass thot. Disgusting
I’ve never seen someone’s art style ever get worse before :/
What happened to Jlullaby?
They fucked off and I have seen retarded comments before… but this just steals the fucking bakery. You ingrate inbreed inconsiderate little faggot.
Shad kicked him (and the other collaboratos too) off, out of jealousy beacuse they were getting more prise and fans tan shad itself, so his ego couldnt take it, and he told his fans it was cus the loli shit, but we know the truth now, pure ego and jealousy.
Can you please try and make some Godzilla art
Shad it’s PRIDE month which means vaginas are illegal. Please consider this moving forward. Thank you.
what about lesbians
Not even lesbians truly like vaginas. That’s why things like Strap-ons and dildos exist. All hail the superior dingaling.
fuck off
Bold of you to assume we will get another post this month
My nigga!
It’s not called fucking GAY month, it’s about lesbians and others too dumbass
The only people in this art were 2 girls.
Thats gay enough right
Loving all of your content shad it truly is amazing
ky cocktail dresses, licentious lingerie and sexy shoes… hooker clothes.
“You’re nervous,” Dede observed as she glanced over at me.
“Shows, huh?”
“You haven’t once asked how you look. That’s not like my Beth. So you’re either finally confident or you’re scared.”
“Now that makes me feel better. I like the way you say that. ‘My Beth.’ I am yours.”
She looked at me with an odd look, tender yet somehow one of… sorrow? Pity?
“I love you, too,” she said. That soft smile made me realize I was imagining things. “I don’t like you having to do this, either. But the calls just aren’t coming in for you, and I know your rent and car payment are due.”
Dede had been handling my clients. For six weeks it had been great, but with the recent work slowdown, I had reluctantly agreed to her plan. She’d done this once before when she was still a pre-op: set up shop at a bar near a Navy base when they knew a big ship was coming in.
“Now remember, these guys aren’t as rich as the clients You’ve been seeing. You can’t charge more than $200, so you’ll need to fuck a lot of them. Can you handle that?”
“I have to. Are you sure these sailors will even be able to pay the $200 each?”
“Trust me,” she’d said. “These guys go out to sea for months and the only sex they get is jerking off, so they hit the port loaded and horny. I was surprised how many of them liked girls like us. There’s a certain T-girl bar with a motel literally right next door.”
“But what about the local girls?”
“That, my love, is the genius part of my plan,” she said, taking an offramp that put us onto a downtown street. “Every time a large ship is scheduled to make port, the local vice squad goes out of their way to bust hookers for a few days before the sailors get leave.” She paused to make a turn onto a smaller avenue. “Old warrants, technicalities—they’ll even make up charges to keep the majority of the girls off the street for a few nights until the guys have blown most of their money. I guess the Navy wants it done like that. The upside is you’ll have almost no competition, so you can easily get away with $200 a guy.”
“What about cops tonight?” I asked, scanning the downtown streets. “I don’t to get busted too.”
“They’re going on the principle that any girl smart enough not to get caught in the sweep deserves to score. I found out about it from a San Diego cop who was a regular back then.”
I felt a spike of fear. “A cop, huh? Dede, I don’t know.”
Dede pulled over to the curb, put the car in Park and took my hands in hers. “You’ll be safe, darling, I promise. And I’ll do everything in my power to keep you safe.”
We hugged tightly for a brief moment, and then Dede put the car back into Drive and pulled us back into traffic.
We got two adjoining rooms at the Budget Lodge across from a bar named Lulu’s, which Dede said was the main T-girl bar in town. One of the rooms we set up as a sitting room, a place to further check out the john and make the deal. In the inner room we chained, bolted and jammed the door so that the connecting door was the only entrance. Then we set up candles, lube, a box of condoms, and a stack of towels. I hung up my lingerie in the closet.
I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, painted and dressed my sexiest. “Ready or not.”
Dede glanced at her watch. “We should get started, but let’s go over it one more time.”
She reviewed what she’d laid out before. No more than two guys in the rooms at once, and never me alone with two guys—she’d sit in the chair by the nightstand if I got a double date. In addition Dede put a spare makeup bag on the table in the inner room, two steps from the bed.
“There’s pepper spray and stun gun inside, just in case,” she explained.
“You don’t think we’ll need that, do you?”
“Oh course not, but better safe than sorry. Now let’s get you to work, Candy.”
Five minutes later we’d picked up the first of what seemed like a hundred sailors in the bar. The plan was to take back two at a time as many times as we could, but Dede thought we should start small so I could get used to it. This would be a far cry from the $500 tricks I had been turning up to this point, so I would start out slow.
The first guy was nineteen-year-old chubby sailor named Jake who only wanted head while he stroked my shemale cock. He had fantasized about a girl like me the whole time he’d been out to sea, so he was glad to pay me $200.
Dede looked at me after he left. “Are you sure you want to do this?” she asked. “You can always move out.”
“Hell, no,” I insisted. “I worked too hard for everything. I’m not giving up without a fight.”
I sat down at the vanity and touched up my makeup for another trip to the bar. This time I would bring back two of them.
* * *
By 2 AM I’d not only lost count, I couldn’t even remember names. The two guys fucking me right now, neither of them older than twenty, were just the Mexican sailor and the white guy. The white guy’s seven inches slid in and out of lips almost raw from hours of cocksucking. His dick dribbled precum onto my swollen tongue, and it mingled with the aftertaste of so many hot loads blown into my mouth. For an extra fifty I sucked without a condom and most of them were glad to pay it.
As numb as I was from cock overload I was still horny from the idea of being used, of being a fucking whore. This went double for my ass. Ripples of delight swelled within me as the Latin sailor’s fat, long boner massaged my rectal walls. I had already cum three times from getting fucked tonight and even though there was no more jizz left to ejaculate I was almost ready to climax one more time. I cried out and whimpered.
“She’s getting ready to cum,” Dede said quietly from her chair.
“I wanna give her a facial,” the brown skinned sailor said. “Right when she nuts.”
“Me too!” said the other guy.
The thought of two more guys blasting their load in my face—a dozen of them had done it so far tonight—was all the erotic spur I needed. I cried out in ecstasy as the excruciatingly yummy ache built in my balls and the pit of my crotch.
I felt the cock pull out of my asshole and strong hands flip me over. As I groaned in my orgasm I heard the guys grunt one after the other and the hot, sticky spunk spray all over my cheeks, parted lips and my tongue. By now I wasn’t only used to the dank, salty taste of jizz, I was starting to love it. I greedily drank it all down without a thought.
I nearly passed out with dizziness from my orgasm. It had been my sixth tonight. Nothing was coming out any more, but the intense pleasure was still there. Ever since my first year of female hormones, my orgasms had changed. Now I could come more deeply, and several times in one night.
I heard the door open and close. The next thing I knew we were alone and Dede was holding out a hot washcloth for me to clean up the jizz from my face. As she held out the washcloth, she said we could still pick up a few more of them as they left the bar.
“Come on,” she urged. “Clean up your face and let’s get you ready. Don’t you want to make just a little bit more?”
I looked from the washcloth to her gentle eyes. “I… I don’t know, Dede,” I moaned, suddenly so drained.
“Are you tired, baby?”
The truth was, I wasn’t only tired—I was tired of it.
I was near the $3000 mark, averaging four hundred dollars each trip to the room, usually with a pair of sailors. Dede was right; there were hardly any working girls at all and lots of horny sailors. They’d actually formed an informal line in the bar, so there was very little time to breathe. After six hours my jaw ached from sucking cock and my asshole was sore.
More than that, though, it scared me just how much I loved all that penile meat. I would not become a slut! As soon as we got back to Los Angeles, I would sell off what I needed to keep my payments manageable. I’d move into an apartment if I had to. Maybe Dede would let me move in with her. I was too tired to think about it any longer. Right now all I wanted was a hot bath and to fall asleep in Dede’s arms. She was smoothing out the bed for my next john when I knelt beside her on the carpet, too exhausted to squat down to talk.
“Dede,” I began haltingly, my eyes filling. “I… I don’t want to do this anymore.” Two single tears ran down my cheeks. “I can’t. I just can’t.”
She paused and gave me a look I’d never seen from her, pity mixed with… was it relief? Guilt? She turned in the chair and looked me full in the eyes. “You’re done for the night? With this trip?” She paused significantly. “With all hooking?”
“I just want to be with you,” I pleaded. “Only you. I don’t care what else happens.”
Dede abruptly stood, retrieved the cellular from her pocket and dialed, giving me that sad look again. “She’s done,” she said into the phone.
“I… I don’t understand,” I said as she hung up.
“You will. Very shortly.” She patted the foot of the bed. “You better sit down.”
“But, why? Who was that?”
All she did was pat the mattress again. So drained in every way, I numbly complied.
In one minute there was a knock on the connecting door. What the hell? How could there be anyone out there? I had locked the sitting room’s front door myself.
Dede went to the connecting door. Before she turned the knob she looked at me again. The remorse and pity was so evident now. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t have a choice.”
She opened the door and in walked my ex-wife, Pamela, her eyes filled with a dark, predatory glee. I jumped to my feet. I barely took notice of the drops of cum rolling off my face and dripping on my breasts, so shocked I was.
“Hello, Randy,” she said, gloating. “You certainly have come a long way, haven’t you?”
Immediately I knew that somehow my life had just changed. Again.
low cut blouses and sandals, but that wouldn’t last much longer, especially for me. The back seat of her Mustang held bags of slinky cocktail dresses, licentious lingerie and sexy shoes… hooker clothes.
“You’re nervous,” Dede observed as she glanced over at me.
“Shows, huh?”
“You haven’t once asked how you look. That’s not like my Beth. So you’re either finally confident or you’re scared.”
“Now that makes me feel better. I like the way you say that. ‘My Beth.’ I am yours.”
She looked at me with an odd look, tender yet somehow one of… sorrow? Pity?
“I love you, too,” she said. That soft smile made me realize I was imagining things. “I don’t like you having to do this, either. But the calls just aren’t coming in for you, and I know your rent and car payment are due.”
Dede had been handling my clients. For six weeks it had been great, but with the recent work slowdown, I had reluctantly agreed to her plan. She’d done this once before when she was still a pre-op: set up shop at a bar near a Navy base when they knew a big ship was coming in.
“Now remember, these guys aren’t as rich as the clients You’ve been seeing. You can’t charge more than $200, so you’ll need to fuck a lot of them. Can you handle that?”
“I have to. Are you sure these sailors will even be able to pay the $200 each?”
“Trust me,” she’d said. “These guys go out to sea for months and the only sex they get is jerking off, so they hit the port loaded and horny. I was surprised how many of them liked girls like us. There’s a certain T-girl bar with a motel literally right next door.”
“But what about the local girls?”
“That, my love, is the genius part of my plan,” she said, taking an offramp that put us onto a downtown street. “Every time a large ship is scheduled to make port, the local vice squad goes out of their way to bust hookers for a few days before the sailors get leave.” She paused to make a turn onto a smaller avenue. “Old warrants, technicalities—they’ll even make up charges to keep the majority of the girls off the street for a few nights until the guys have blown most of their money. I guess the Navy wants it done like that. The upside is you’ll have almost no competition, so you can easily get away with $200 a guy.”
“What about cops tonight?” I asked, scanning the downtown streets. “I don’t to get busted too.”
“They’re going on the principle that any girl smart enough not to get caught in the sweep deserves to score. I found out about it from a San Diego cop who was a regular back then.”
I felt a spike of fear. “A cop, huh? Dede, I don’t know.”
Dede pulled over to the curb, put the car in Park and took my hands in hers. “You’ll be safe, darling, I promise. And I’ll do everything in my power to keep you safe.”
We hugged tightly for a brief moment, and then Dede put the car back into Drive and pulled us back into traffic.
We got two adjoining rooms at the Budget Lodge across from a bar named Lulu’s, which Dede said was the main T-girl bar in town. One of the rooms we set up as a sitting room, a place to further check out the john and make the deal. In the inner room we chained, bolted and jammed the door so that the connecting door was the only entrance. Then we set up candles, lube, a box of condoms, and a stack of towels. I hung up my lingerie in the closet.
I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, painted and dressed my sexiest. “Ready or not.”
Dede glanced at her watch. “We should get started, but let’s go over it one more time.”
She reviewed what she’d laid out before. No more than two guys in the rooms at once, and never me alone with two guys—she’d sit in the chair by the nightstand if I got a double date. In addition Dede put a spare makeup bag on the table in the inner room, two steps from the bed.
“There’s pepper spray and stun gun inside, just in case,” she explained.
“You don’t think we’ll need that, do you?”
“Oh course not, but better safe than sorry. Now let’s get you to work, Candy.”
Five minutes later we’d picked up the first of what seemed like a hundred sailors in the bar. The plan was to take back two at a time as many times as we could, but Dede thought we should start small so I could get used to it. This would be a far cry from the $500 tricks I had been turning up to this point, so I would start out slow.
The first guy was nineteen-year-old chubby sailor named Jake who only wanted head while he stroked my shemale cock. He had fantasized about a girl like me the whole time he’d been out to sea, so he was glad to pay me $200.
Dede looked at me after he left. “Are you sure you want to do this?” she asked. “You can always move out.”
“Hell, no,” I insisted. “I worked too hard for everything. I’m not giving up without a fight.”
I sat down at the vanity and touched up my makeup for another trip to the bar. This time I would bring back two of them.
* * *
By 2 AM I’d not only lost count, I couldn’t even remember names. The two guys fucking me right now, neither of them older than twenty, were just the Mexican sailor and the white guy. The white guy’s seven inches slid in and out of lips almost raw from hours of cocksucking. His dick dribbled precum onto my swollen tongue, and it mingled with the aftertaste of so many hot loads blown into my mouth. For an extra fifty I sucked without a condom and most of them were glad to pay it.
As numb as I was from cock overload I was still horny from the idea of being used, of being a fucking whore. This went double for my ass. Ripples of delight swelled within me as the Latin sailor’s fat, long boner massaged my rectal walls. I had already cum three times from getting fucked tonight and even though there was no more jizz left to ejaculate I was almost ready to climax one more time. I cried out and whimpered.
“She’s getting ready to cum,” Dede said quietly from her chair.
“I wanna give her a facial,” the brown skinned sailor said. “Right when she nuts.”
“Me too!” said the other guy.
The thought of two more guys blasting their load in my face—a dozen of them had done it so far tonight—was all the erotic spur I needed. I cried out in ecstasy as the excruciatingly yummy ache built in my balls and the pit of my crotch.
I felt the cock pull out of my asshole and strong hands flip me over. As I groaned in my orgasm I heard the guys grunt one after the other and the hot, sticky spunk spray all over my cheeks, parted lips and my tongue. By now I wasn’t only used to the dank, salty taste of jizz, I was starting to love it. I greedily drank it all down without a thought.
I nearly passed out with dizziness from my orgasm. It had been my sixth tonight. Nothing was coming out any more, but the intense pleasure was still there. Ever since my first year of female hormones, my orgasms had changed. Now I could come more deeply, and several times in one night.
I heard the door open and close. The next thing I knew we were alone and Dede was holding out a hot washcloth for me to clean up the jizz from my face. As she held out the washcloth, she said we could still pick up a few more of them as they left the bar.
“Come on,” she urged. “Clean up your face and let’s get you ready. Don’t you want to make just a little bit more?”
I looked from the washcloth to her gentle eyes. “I… I don’t know, Dede,” I moaned, suddenly so drained.
“Are you tired, baby?”
The truth was, I wasn’t only tired—I was tired of it.
I was near the $3000 mark, averaging four hundred dollars each trip to the room, usually with a pair of sailors. Dede was right; there were hardly any working girls at all and lots of horny sailors. They’d actually formed an informal line in the bar, so there was very little time to breathe. After six hours my jaw ached from sucking cock and my asshole was sore.
More than that, though, it scared me just how much I loved all that penile meat. I would not become a slut! As soon as we got back to Los Angeles, I would sell off what I needed to keep my payments manageable. I’d move into an apartment if I had to. Maybe Dede would let me move in with her. I was too tired to think about it any longer. Right now all I wanted was a hot bath and to fall asleep in Dede’s arms. She was smoothing out the bed for my next john when I knelt beside her on the carpet, too exhausted to squat down to talk.
“Dede,” I began haltingly, my eyes filling. “I… I don’t want to do this anymore.” Two single tears ran down my cheeks. “I can’t. I just can’t.”
She paused and gave me a look I’d never seen from her, pity mixed with… was it relief? Guilt? She turned in the chair and looked me full in the eyes. “You’re done for the night? With this trip?” She paused significantly. “With all hooking?”
“I just want to be with you,” I pleaded. “Only you. I don’t care what else happens.”
Dede abruptly stood, retrieved the cellular from her pocket and dialed, giving me that sad look again. “She’s done,” she said into the phone.
“I… I don’t understand,” I said as she hung up.
“You will. Very shortly.” She patted the foot of the bed. “You better sit down.”
“But, why? Who was that?”
All she did was pat the mattress again. So drained in every way, I numbly complied.
In one minute there was a knock on the connecting door. What the hell? How could there be anyone out there? I had locked the sitting room’s front door myself.
Dede went to the connecting door. Before she turned the knob she looked at me again. The remorse and pity was so evident now. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t have a choice.”
She opened the door and in walked my ex-wife, Pamela, her eyes filled with a dark, predatory glee. I jumped to my feet. I barely took notice of the drops of cum rolling off my face and dripping on my breasts, so shocked I was.
“Hello, Randy,” she said, gloating. “You certainly have come a long way, haven’t you?”
Immediately I knew that somehow my life had just changed. Again.
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“You’re nervous,” Dede observed as she glanced over at me.
“Shows, huh?”
“You haven’t once asked how you look. That’s not like my Beth. So you’re either finally confident or you’re scared.”
“Now that makes me feel better. I like the way you say that. ‘My Beth.’ I am yours.”
She looked at me with an odd look, tender yet somehow one of… sorrow? Pity?
“I love you, too,” she said. That soft smile made me realize I was imagining things. “I don’t like you having to do this, either. But the calls just aren’t coming in for you, and I know your rent and car payment are due.”
Dede had been handling my clients. For six weeks it had been great, but with the recent work slowdown, I had reluctantly agreed to her plan. She’d done this once before when she was still a pre-op: set up shop at a bar near a Navy base when they knew a big ship was coming in.
“Now remember, these guys aren’t as rich as the clients You’ve been seeing. You can’t charge more than $200, so you’ll need to fuck a lot of them. Can you handle that?”
“I have to. Are you sure these sailors will even be able to pay the $200 each?”
“Trust me,” she’d said. “These guys go out to sea for months and the only sex they get is jerking off, so they hit the port loaded and horny. I was surprised how many of them liked girls like us. There’s a certain T-girl bar with a motel literally right next door.”
“But what about the local girls?”
“That, my love, is the genius part of my plan,” she said, taking an offramp that put us onto a downtown street. “Every time a large ship is scheduled to make port, the local vice squad goes out of their way to bust hookers for a few days before the sailors get leave.” She paused to make a turn onto a smaller avenue. “Old warrants, technicalities—they’ll even make up charges to keep the majority of the girls off the street for a few nights until the guys have blown most of their money. I guess the Navy wants it done like that. The upside is you’ll have almost no competition, so you can easily get away with $200 a guy.”
“What about cops tonight?” I asked, scanning the downtown streets. “I don’t to get busted too.”
“They’re going on the principle that any girl smart enough not to get caught in the sweep deserves to score. I found out about it from a San Diego cop who was a regular back then.”
I felt a spike of fear. “A cop, huh? Dede, I don’t know.”
Dede pulled over to the curb, put the car in Park and took my hands in hers. “You’ll be safe, darling, I promise. And I’ll do everything in my power to keep you safe.”
We hugged tightly for a brief moment, and then Dede put the car back into Drive and pulled us back into traffic.
We got two adjoining rooms at the Budget Lodge across from a bar named Lulu’s, which Dede said was the main T-girl bar in town. One of the rooms we set up as a sitting room, a place to further check out the john and make the deal. In the inner room we chained, bolted and jammed the door so that the connecting door was the only entrance. Then we set up candles, lube, a box of condoms, and a stack of towels. I hung up my lingerie in the closet.
I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, painted and dressed my sexiest. “Ready or not.”
Dede glanced at her watch. “We should get started, but let’s go over it one more time.”
She reviewed what she’d laid out before. No more than two guys in the rooms at once, and never me alone with two guys—she’d sit in the chair by the nightstand if I got a double date. In addition Dede put a spare makeup bag on the table in the inner room, two steps from the bed.
“There’s pepper spray and stun gun inside, just in case,” she explained.
“You don’t think we’ll need that, do you?”
“Oh course not, but better safe than sorry. Now let’s get you to work, Candy.”
Five minutes later we’d picked up the first of what seemed like a hundred sailors in the bar. The plan was to take back two at a time as many times as we could, but Dede thought we should start small so I could get used to it. This would be a far cry from the $500 tricks I had been turning up to this point, so I would start out slow.
The first guy was nineteen-year-old chubby sailor named Jake who only wanted head while he stroked my shemale cock. He had fantasized about a girl like me the whole time he’d been out to sea, so he was glad to pay me $200.
Dede looked at me after he left. “Are you sure you want to do this?” she asked. “You can always move out.”
“Hell, no,” I insisted. “I worked too hard for everything. I’m not giving up without a fight.”
I sat down at the vanity and touched up my makeup for another trip to the bar. This time I would bring back two of them.
* * *
By 2 AM I’d not only lost count, I couldn’t even remember names. The two guys fucking me right now, neither of them older than twenty, were just the Mexican sailor and the white guy. The white guy’s seven inches slid in and out of lips almost raw from hours of cocksucking. His dick dribbled precum onto my swollen tongue, and it mingled with the aftertaste of so many hot loads blown into my mouth. For an extra fifty I sucked without a condom and most of them were glad to pay it.
As numb as I was from cock overload I was still horny from the idea of being used, of being a fucking whore. This went double for my ass. Ripples of delight swelled within me as the Latin sailor’s fat, long boner massaged my rectal walls. I had already cum three times from getting fucked tonight and even though there was no more jizz left to ejaculate I was almost ready to climax one more time. I cried out and whimpered.
“She’s getting ready to cum,” Dede said quietly from her chair.
“I wanna give her a facial,” the brown skinned sailor said. “Right when she nuts.”
“Me too!” said the other guy.
The thought of two more guys blasting their load in my face—a dozen of them had done it so far tonight—was all the erotic spur I needed. I cried out in ecstasy as the excruciatingly yummy ache built in my balls and the pit of my crotch.
I felt the cock pull out of my asshole and strong hands flip me over. As I groaned in my orgasm I heard the guys grunt one after the other and the hot, sticky spunk spray all over my cheeks, parted lips and my tongue. By now I wasn’t only used to the dank, salty taste of jizz, I was starting to love it. I greedily drank it all down without a thought.
I nearly passed out with dizziness from my orgasm. It had been my sixth tonight. Nothing was coming out any more, but the intense pleasure was still there. Ever since my first year of female hormones, my orgasms had changed. Now I could come more deeply, and several times in one night.
I heard the door open and close. The next thing I knew we were alone and Dede was holding out a hot washcloth for me to clean up the jizz from my face. As she held out the washcloth, she said we could still pick up a few more of them as they left the bar.
“Come on,” she urged. “Clean up your face and let’s get you ready. Don’t you want to make just a little bit more?”
I looked from the washcloth to her gentle eyes. “I… I don’t know, Dede,” I moaned, suddenly so drained.
“Are you tired, baby?”
The truth was, I wasn’t only tired—I was tired of it.
I was near the $3000 mark, averaging four hundred dollars each trip to the room, usually with a pair of sailors. Dede was right; there were hardly any working girls at all and lots of horny sailors. They’d actually formed an informal line in the bar, so there was very little time to breathe. After six hours my jaw ached from sucking cock and my asshole was sore.
More than that, though, it scared me just how much I loved all that penile meat. I would not become a slut! As soon as we got back to Los Angeles, I would sell off what I needed to keep my payments manageable. I’d move into an apartment if I had to. Maybe Dede would let me move in with her. I was too tired to think about it any longer. Right now all I wanted was a hot bath and to fall asleep in Dede’s arms. She was smoothing out the bed for my next john when I knelt beside her on the carpet, too exhausted to squat down to talk.
“Dede,” I began haltingly, my eyes filling. “I… I don’t want to do this anymore.” Two single tears ran down my cheeks. “I can’t. I just can’t.”
She paused and gave me a look I’d never seen from her, pity mixed with… was it relief? Guilt? She turned in the chair and looked me full in the eyes. “You’re done for the night? With this trip?” She paused significantly. “With all hooking?”
“I just want to be with you,” I pleaded. “Only you. I don’t care what else happens.”
Dede abruptly stood, retrieved the cellular from her pocket and dialed, giving me that sad look again. “She’s done,” she said into the phone.
“I… I don’t understand,” I said as she hung up.
“You will. Very shortly.” She patted the foot of the bed. “You better sit down.”
“But, why? Who was that?”
All she did was pat the mattress again. So drained in every way, I numbly complied.
In one minute there was a knock on the connecting door. What the hell? How could there be anyone out there? I had locked the sitting room’s front door myself.
Dede went to the connecting door. Before she turned the knob she looked at me again. The remorse and pity was so evident now. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t have a choice.”
She opened the door and in walked my ex-wife, Pamela, her eyes filled with a dark, predatory glee. I jumped to my feet. I barely took notice of the drops of cum rolling off my face and dripping on my breasts, so shocked I was.
“Hello, Randy,” she said, gloating. “You certainly have come a long way, haven’t you?”
Immediately I knew that somehow my life had just changed. Again.
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“You’re nervous,” Dede observed as she glanced over at me.
“Shows, huh?”
“You haven’t once asked how you look. That’s not like my Beth. So you’re either finally confident or you’re scared.”
“Now that makes me feel better. I like the way you say that. ‘My Beth.’ I am yours.”
She looked at me with an odd look, tender yet somehow one of… sorrow? Pity?
“I love you, too,” she said. That soft smile made me realize I was imagining things. “I don’t like you having to do this, either. But the calls just aren’t coming in for you, and I know your rent and car payment are due.”
Dede had been handling my clients. For six weeks it had been great, but with the recent work slowdown, I had reluctantly agreed to her plan. She’d done this once before when she was still a pre-op: set up shop at a bar near a Navy base when they knew a big ship was coming in.
“Now remember, these guys aren’t as rich as the clients You’ve been seeing. You can’t charge more than $200, so you’ll need to fuck a lot of them. Can you handle that?”
“I have to. Are you sure these sailors will even be able to pay the $200 each?”
“Trust me,” she’d said. “These guys go out to sea for months and the only sex they get is jerking off, so they hit the port loaded and horny. I was surprised how many of them liked girls like us. There’s a certain T-girl bar with a motel literally right next door.”
“But what about the local girls?”
“That, my love, is the genius part of my plan,” she said, taking an offramp that put us onto a downtown street. “Every time a large ship is scheduled to make port, the local vice squad goes out of their way to bust hookers for a few days before the sailors get leave.” She paused to make a turn onto a smaller avenue. “Old warrants, technicalities—they’ll even make up charges to keep the majority of the girls off the street for a few nights until the guys have blown most of their money. I guess the Navy wants it done like that. The upside is you’ll have almost no competition, so you can easily get away with $200 a guy.”
“What about cops tonight?” I asked, scanning the downtown streets. “I don’t to get busted too.”
“They’re going on the principle that any girl smart enough not to get caught in the sweep deserves to score. I found out about it from a San Diego cop who was a regular back then.”
I felt a spike of fear. “A cop, huh? Dede, I don’t know.”
Dede pulled over to the curb, put the car in Park and took my hands in hers. “You’ll be safe, darling, I promise. And I’ll do everything in my power to keep you safe.”
We hugged tightly for a brief moment, and then Dede put the car back into Drive and pulled us back into traffic.
We got two adjoining rooms at the Budget Lodge across from a bar named Lulu’s, which Dede said was the main T-girl bar in town. One of the rooms we set up as a sitting room, a place to further check out the john and make the deal. In the inner room we chained, bolted and jammed the door so that the connecting door was the only entrance. Then we set up candles, lube, a box of condoms, and a stack of towels. I hung up my lingerie in the closet.
I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, painted and dressed my sexiest. “Ready or not.”
Dede glanced at her watch. “We should get started, but let’s go over it one more time.”
She reviewed what she’d laid out before. No more than two guys in the rooms at once, and never me alone with two guys—she’d sit in the chair by the nightstand if I got a double date. In addition Dede put a spare makeup bag on the table in the inner room, two steps from the bed.
“There’s pepper spray and stun gun inside, just in case,” she explained.
“You don’t think we’ll need that, do you?”
“Oh course not, but better safe than sorry. Now let’s get you to work, Candy.”
Five minutes later we’d picked up the first of what seemed like a hundred sailors in the bar. The plan was to take back two at a time as many times as we could, but Dede thought we should start small so I could get used to it. This would be a far cry from the $500 tricks I had been turning up to this point, so I would start out slow.
The first guy was nineteen-year-old chubby sailor named Jake who only wanted head while he stroked my shemale cock. He had fantasized about a girl like me the whole time he’d been out to sea, so he was glad to pay me $200.
Dede looked at me after he left. “Are you sure you want to do this?” she asked. “You can always move out.”
“Hell, no,” I insisted. “I worked too hard for everything. I’m not giving up without a fight.”
I sat down at the vanity and touched up my makeup for another trip to the bar. This time I would bring back two of them.
* * *
By 2 AM I’d not only lost count, I couldn’t even remember names. The two guys fucking me right now, neither of them older than twenty, were just the Mexican sailor and the white guy. The white guy’s seven inches slid in and out of lips almost raw from hours of cocksucking. His dick dribbled precum onto my swollen tongue, and it mingled with the aftertaste of so many hot loads blown into my mouth. For an extra fifty I sucked without a condom and most of them were glad to pay it.
As numb as I was from cock overload I was still horny from the idea of being used, of being a fucking whore. This went double for my ass. Ripples of delight swelled within me as the Latin sailor’s fat, long boner massaged my rectal walls. I had already cum three times from getting fucked tonight and even though there was no more jizz left to ejaculate I was almost ready to climax one more time. I cried out and whimpered.
“She’s getting ready to cum,” Dede said quietly from her chair.
“I wanna give her a facial,” the brown skinned sailor said. “Right when she nuts.”
“Me too!” said the other guy.
The thought of two more guys blasting their load in my face—a dozen of them had done it so far tonight—was all the erotic spur I needed. I cried out in ecstasy as the excruciatingly yummy ache built in my balls and the pit of my crotch.
I felt the cock pull out of my asshole and strong hands flip me over. As I groaned in my orgasm I heard the guys grunt one after the other and the hot, sticky spunk spray all over my cheeks, parted lips and my tongue. By now I wasn’t only used to the dank, salty taste of jizz, I was starting to love it. I greedily drank it all down without a thought.
I nearly passed out with dizziness from my orgasm. It had been my sixth tonight. Nothing was coming out any more, but the intense pleasure was still there. Ever since my first year of female hormones, my orgasms had changed. Now I could come more deeply, and several times in one night.
I heard the door open and close. The next thing I knew we were alone and Dede was holding out a hot washcloth for me to clean up the jizz from my face. As she held out the washcloth, she said we could still pick up a few more of them as they left the bar.
“Come on,” she urged. “Clean up your face and let’s get you ready. Don’t you want to make just a little bit more?”
I looked from the washcloth to her gentle eyes. “I… I don’t know, Dede,” I moaned, suddenly so drained.
“Are you tired, baby?”
The truth was, I wasn’t only tired—I was tired of it.
I was near the $3000 mark, averaging four hundred dollars each trip to the room, usually with a pair of sailors. Dede was right; there were hardly any working girls at all and lots of horny sailors. They’d actually formed an informal line in the bar, so there was very little time to breathe. After six hours my jaw ached from sucking cock and my asshole was sore.
More than that, though, it scared me just how much I loved all that penile meat. I would not become a slut! As soon as we got back to Los Angeles, I would sell off what I needed to keep my payments manageable. I’d move into an apartment if I had to. Maybe Dede would let me move in with her. I was too tired to think about it any longer. Right now all I wanted was a hot bath and to fall asleep in Dede’s arms. She was smoothing out the bed for my next john when I knelt beside her on the carpet, too exhausted to squat down to talk.
“Dede,” I began haltingly, my eyes filling. “I… I don’t want to do this anymore.” Two single tears ran down my cheeks. “I can’t. I just can’t.”
She paused and gave me a look I’d never seen from her, pity mixed with… was it relief? Guilt? She turned in the chair and looked me full in the eyes. “You’re done for the night? With this trip?” She paused significantly. “With all hooking?”
“I just want to be with you,” I pleaded. “Only you. I don’t care what else happens.”
Dede abruptly stood, retrieved the cellular from her pocket and dialed, giving me that sad look again. “She’s done,” she said into the phone.
“I… I don’t understand,” I said as she hung up.
“You will. Very shortly.” She patted the foot of the bed. “You better sit down.”
“But, why? Who was that?”
All she did was pat the mattress again. So drained in every way, I numbly complied.
In one minute there was a knock on the connecting door. What the hell? How could there be anyone out there? I had locked the sitting room’s front door myself.
Dede went to the connecting door. Before she turned the knob she looked at me again. The remorse and pity was so evident now. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t have a choice.”
She opened the door and in walked my ex-wife, Pamela, her eyes filled with a dark, predatory glee. I jumped to my feet. I barely took notice of the drops of cum rolling off my face and dripping on my breasts, so shocked I was.
“Hello, Randy,” she said, gloating. “You certainly have come a long way, haven’t you?”
Immediately I knew that somehow my life had just changed. Again.
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“You’re nervous,” Dede observed as she glanced over at me.
“Shows, huh?”
“You haven’t once asked how you look. That’s not like my Beth. So you’re either finally confident or you’re scared.”
“Now that makes me feel better. I like the way you say that. ‘My Beth.’ I am yours.”
She looked at me with an odd look, tender yet somehow one of… sorrow? Pity?
“I love you, too,” she said. That soft smile made me realize I was imagining things. “I don’t like you having to do this, either. But the calls just aren’t coming in for you, and I know your rent and car payment are due.”
Dede had been handling my clients. For six weeks it had been great, but with the recent work slowdown, I had reluctantly agreed to her plan. She’d done this once before when she was still a pre-op: set up shop at a bar near a Navy base when they knew a big ship was coming in.
“Now remember, these guys aren’t as rich as the clients You’ve been seeing. You can’t charge more than $200, so you’ll need to fuck a lot of them. Can you handle that?”
“I have to. Are you sure these sailors will even be able to pay the $200 each?”
“Trust me,” she’d said. “These guys go out to sea for months and the only sex they get is jerking off, so they hit the port loaded and horny. I was surprised how many of them liked girls like us. There’s a certain T-girl bar with a motel literally right next door.”
“But what about the local girls?”
“That, my love, is the genius part of my plan,” she said, taking an offramp that put us onto a downtown street. “Every time a large ship is scheduled to make port, the local vice squad goes out of their way to bust hookers for a few days before the sailors get leave.” She paused to make a turn onto a smaller avenue. “Old warrants, technicalities—they’ll even make up charges to keep the majority of the girls off the street for a few nights until the guys have blown most of their money. I guess the Navy wants it done like that. The upside is you’ll have almost no competition, so you can easily get away with $200 a guy.”
“What about cops tonight?” I asked, scanning the downtown streets. “I don’t to get busted too.”
“They’re going on the principle that any girl smart enough not to get caught in the sweep deserves to score. I found out about it from a San Diego cop who was a regular back then.”
I felt a spike of fear. “A cop, huh? Dede, I don’t know.”
Dede pulled over to the curb, put the car in Park and took my hands in hers. “You’ll be safe, darling, I promise. And I’ll do everything in my power to keep you safe.”
We hugged tightly for a brief moment, and then Dede put the car back into Drive and pulled us back into traffic.
We got two adjoining rooms at the Budget Lodge across from a bar named Lulu’s, which Dede said was the main T-girl bar in town. One of the rooms we set up as a sitting room, a place to further check out the john and make the deal. In the inner room we chained, bolted and jammed the door so that the connecting door was the only entrance. Then we set up candles, lube, a box of condoms, and a stack of towels. I hung up my lingerie in the closet.
I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, painted and dressed my sexiest. “Ready or not.”
Dede glanced at her watch. “We should get started, but let’s go over it one more time.”
She reviewed what she’d laid out before. No more than two guys in the rooms at once, and never me alone with two guys—she’d sit in the chair by the nightstand if I got a double date. In addition Dede put a spare makeup bag on the table in the inner room, two steps from the bed.
“There’s pepper spray and stun gun inside, just in case,” she explained.
“You don’t think we’ll need that, do you?”
“Oh course not, but better safe than sorry. Now let’s get you to work, Candy.”
Five minutes later we’d picked up the first of what seemed like a hundred sailors in the bar. The plan was to take back two at a time as many times as we could, but Dede thought we should start small so I could get used to it. This would be a far cry from the $500 tricks I had been turning up to this point, so I would start out slow.
The first guy was nineteen-year-old chubby sailor named Jake who only wanted head while he stroked my shemale cock. He had fantasized about a girl like me the whole time he’d been out to sea, so he was glad to pay me $200.
Dede looked at me after he left. “Are you sure you want to do this?” she asked. “You can always move out.”
“Hell, no,” I insisted. “I worked too hard for everything. I’m not giving up without a fight.”
I sat down at the vanity and touched up my makeup for another trip to the bar. This time I would bring back two of them.
* * *
By 2 AM I’d not only lost count, I couldn’t even remember names. The two guys fucking me right now, neither of them older than twenty, were just the Mexican sailor and the white guy. The white guy’s seven inches slid in and out of lips almost raw from hours of cocksucking. His dick dribbled precum onto my swollen tongue, and it mingled with the aftertaste of so many hot loads blown into my mouth. For an extra fifty I sucked without a condom and most of them were glad to pay it.
As numb as I was from cock overload I was still horny from the idea of being used, of being a fucking whore. This went double for my ass. Ripples of delight swelled within me as the Latin sailor’s fat, long boner massaged my rectal walls. I had already cum three times from getting fucked tonight and even though there was no more jizz left to ejaculate I was almost ready to climax one more time. I cried out and whimpered.
“She’s getting ready to cum,” Dede said quietly from her chair.
“I wanna give her a facial,” the brown skinned sailor said. “Right when she nuts.”
“Me too!” said the other guy.
The thought of two more guys blasting their load in my face—a dozen of them had done it so far tonight—was all the erotic spur I needed. I cried out in ecstasy as the excruciatingly yummy ache built in my balls and the pit of my crotch.
I felt the cock pull out of my asshole and strong hands flip me over. As I groaned in my orgasm I heard the guys grunt one after the other and the hot, sticky spunk spray all over my cheeks, parted lips and my tongue. By now I wasn’t only used to the dank, salty taste of jizz, I was starting to love it. I greedily drank it all down without a thought.
I nearly passed out with dizziness from my orgasm. It had been my sixth tonight. Nothing was coming out any more, but the intense pleasure was still there. Ever since my first year of female hormones, my orgasms had changed. Now I could come more deeply, and several times in one night.
I heard the door open and close. The next thing I knew we were alone and Dede was holding out a hot washcloth for me to clean up the jizz from my face. As she held out the washcloth, she said we could still pick up a few more of them as they left the bar.
“Come on,” she urged. “Clean up your face and let’s get you ready. Don’t you want to make just a little bit more?”
I looked from the washcloth to her gentle eyes. “I… I don’t know, Dede,” I moaned, suddenly so drained.
“Are you tired, baby?”
The truth was, I wasn’t only tired—I was tired of it.
I was near the $3000 mark, averaging four hundred dollars each trip to the room, usually with a pair of sailors. Dede was right; there were hardly any working girls at all and lots of horny sailors. They’d actually formed an informal line in the bar, so there was very little time to breathe. After six hours my jaw ached from sucking cock and my asshole was sore.
More than that, though, it scared me just how much I loved all that penile meat. I would not become a slut! As soon as we got back to Los Angeles, I would sell off what I needed to keep my payments manageable. I’d move into an apartment if I had to. Maybe Dede would let me move in with her. I was too tired to think about it any longer. Right now all I wanted was a hot bath and to fall asleep in Dede’s arms. She was smoothing out the bed for my next john when I knelt beside her on the carpet, too exhausted to squat down to talk.
“Dede,” I began haltingly, my eyes filling. “I… I don’t want to do this anymore.” Two single tears ran down my cheeks. “I can’t. I just can’t.”
She paused and gave me a look I’d never seen from her, pity mixed with… was it relief? Guilt? She turned in the chair and looked me full in the eyes. “You’re done for the night? With this trip?” She paused significantly. “With all hooking?”
“I just want to be with you,” I pleaded. “Only you. I don’t care what else happens.”
Dede abruptly stood, retrieved the cellular from her pocket and dialed, giving me that sad look again. “She’s done,” she said into the phone.
“I… I don’t understand,” I said as she hung up.
“You will. Very shortly.” She patted the foot of the bed. “You better sit down.”
“But, why? Who was that?”
All she did was pat the mattress again. So drained in every way, I numbly complied.
In one minute there was a knock on the connecting door. What the hell? How could there be anyone out there? I had locked the sitting room’s front door myself.
Dede went to the connecting door. Before she turned the knob she looked at me again. The remorse and pity was so evident now. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t have a choice.”
She opened the door and in walked my ex-wife, Pamela, her eyes filled with a dark, predatory glee. I jumped to my feet. I barely took notice of the drops of cum rolling off my face and dripping on my breasts, so shocked I was.
“Hello, Randy,” she said, gloating. “You certainly have come a long way, haven’t you?”
Immediately I knew that somehow my life had just changed. Again.
low cut blouses and sandals, but that wouldn’t last much longer, especially for me. The back seat of her Mustang held bags of slinky cocktail dresses, licentious lingerie and sexy shoes… hooker clothes.
“You’re nervous,” Dede observed as she glanced over at me.
“Shows, huh?”
“You haven’t once asked how you look. That’s not like my Beth. So you’re either finally confident or you’re scared.”
“Now that makes me feel better. I like the way you say that. ‘My Beth.’ I am yours.”
She looked at me with an odd look, tender yet somehow one of… sorrow? Pity?
“I love you, too,” she said. That soft smile made me realize I was imagining things. “I don’t like you having to do this, either. But the calls just aren’t coming in for you, and I know your rent and car payment are due.”
Dede had been handling my clients. For six weeks it had been great, but with the recent work slowdown, I had reluctantly agreed to her plan. She’d done this once before when she was still a pre-op: set up shop at a bar near a Navy base when they knew a big ship was coming in.
“Now remember, these guys aren’t as rich as the clients You’ve been seeing. You can’t charge more than $200, so you’ll need to fuck a lot of them. Can you handle that?”
“I have to. Are you sure these sailors will even be able to pay the $200 each?”
“Trust me,” she’d said. “These guys go out to sea for months and the only sex they get is jerking off, so they hit the port loaded and horny. I was surprised how many of them liked girls like us. There’s a certain T-girl bar with a motel literally right next door.”
“But what about the local girls?”
“That, my love, is the genius part of my plan,” she said, taking an offramp that put us onto a downtown street. “Every time a large ship is scheduled to make port, the local vice squad goes out of their way to bust hookers for a few days before the sailors get leave.” She paused to make a turn onto a smaller avenue. “Old warrants, technicalities—they’ll even make up charges to keep the majority of the girls off the street for a few nights until the guys have blown most of their money. I guess the Navy wants it done like that. The upside is you’ll have almost no competition, so you can easily get away with $200 a guy.”
“What about cops tonight?” I asked, scanning the downtown streets. “I don’t to get busted too.”
“They’re going on the principle that any girl smart enough not to get caught in the sweep deserves to score. I found out about it from a San Diego cop who was a regular back then.”
I felt a spike of fear. “A cop, huh? Dede, I don’t know.”
Dede pulled over to the curb, put the car in Park and took my hands in hers. “You’ll be safe, darling, I promise. And I’ll do everything in my power to keep you safe.”
We hugged tightly for a brief moment, and then Dede put the car back into Drive and pulled us back into traffic.
We got two adjoining rooms at the Budget Lodge across from a bar named Lulu’s, which Dede said was the main T-girl bar in town. One of the rooms we set up as a sitting room, a place to further check out the john and make the deal. In the inner room we chained, bolted and jammed the door so that the connecting door was the only entrance. Then we set up candles, lube, a box of condoms, and a stack of towels. I hung up my lingerie in the closet.
I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, painted and dressed my sexiest. “Ready or not.”
Dede glanced at her watch. “We should get started, but let’s go over it one more time.”
She reviewed what she’d laid out before. No more than two guys in the rooms at once, and never me alone with two guys—she’d sit in the chair by the nightstand if I got a double date. In addition Dede put a spare makeup bag on the table in the inner room, two steps from the bed.
“There’s pepper spray and stun gun inside, just in case,” she explained.
“You don’t think we’ll need that, do you?”
“Oh course not, but better safe than sorry. Now let’s get you to work, Candy.”
Five minutes later we’d picked up the first of what seemed like a hundred sailors in the bar. The plan was to take back two at a time as many times as we could, but Dede thought we should start small so I could get used to it. This would be a far cry from the $500 tricks I had been turning up to this point, so I would start out slow.
The first guy was nineteen-year-old chubby sailor named Jake who only wanted head while he stroked my shemale cock. He had fantasized about a girl like me the whole time he’d been out to sea, so he was glad to pay me $200.
Dede looked at me after he left. “Are you sure you want to do this?” she asked. “You can always move out.”
“Hell, no,” I insisted. “I worked too hard for everything. I’m not giving up without a fight.”
I sat down at the vanity and touched up my makeup for another trip to the bar. This time I would bring back two of them.
* * *
By 2 AM I’d not only lost count, I couldn’t even remember names. The two guys fucking me right now, neither of them older than twenty, were just the Mexican sailor and the white guy. The white guy’s seven inches slid in and out of lips almost raw from hours of cocksucking. His dick dribbled precum onto my swollen tongue, and it mingled with the aftertaste of so many hot loads blown into my mouth. For an extra fifty I sucked without a condom and most of them were glad to pay it.
As numb as I was from cock overload I was still horny from the idea of being used, of being a fucking whore. This went double for my ass. Ripples of delight swelled within me as the Latin sailor’s fat, long boner massaged my rectal walls. I had already cum three times from getting fucked tonight and even though there was no more jizz left to ejaculate I was almost ready to climax one more time. I cried out and whimpered.
“She’s getting ready to cum,” Dede said quietly from her chair.
“I wanna give her a facial,” the brown skinned sailor said. “Right when she nuts.”
“Me too!” said the other guy.
The thought of two more guys blasting their load in my face—a dozen of them had done it so far tonight—was all the erotic spur I needed. I cried out in ecstasy as the excruciatingly yummy ache built in my balls and the pit of my crotch.
I felt the cock pull out of my asshole and strong hands flip me over. As I groaned in my orgasm I heard the guys grunt one after the other and the hot, sticky spunk spray all over my cheeks, parted lips and my tongue. By now I wasn’t only used to the dank, salty taste of jizz, I was starting to love it. I greedily drank it all down without a thought.
I nearly passed out with dizziness from my orgasm. It had been my sixth tonight. Nothing was coming out any more, but the intense pleasure was still there. Ever since my first year of female hormones, my orgasms had changed. Now I could come more deeply, and several times in one night.
I heard the door open and close. The next thing I knew we were alone and Dede was holding out a hot washcloth for me to clean up the jizz from my face. As she held out the washcloth, she said we could still pick up a few more of them as they left the bar.
“Come on,” she urged. “Clean up your face and let’s get you ready. Don’t you want to make just a little bit more?”
I looked from the washcloth to her gentle eyes. “I… I don’t know, Dede,” I moaned, suddenly so drained.
“Are you tired, baby?”
The truth was, I wasn’t only tired—I was tired of it.
I was near the $3000 mark, averaging four hundred dollars each trip to the room, usually with a pair of sailors. Dede was right; there were hardly any working girls at all and lots of horny sailors. They’d actually formed an informal line in the bar, so there was very little time to breathe. After six hours my jaw ached from sucking cock and my asshole was sore.
More than that, though, it scared me just how much I loved all that penile meat. I would not become a slut! As soon as we got back to Los Angeles, I would sell off what I needed to keep my payments manageable. I’d move into an apartment if I had to. Maybe Dede would let me move in with her. I was too tired to think about it any longer. Right now all I wanted was a hot bath and to fall asleep in Dede’s arms. She was smoothing out the bed for my next john when I knelt beside her on the carpet, too exhausted to squat down to talk.
“Dede,” I began haltingly, my eyes filling. “I… I don’t want to do this anymore.” Two single tears ran down my cheeks. “I can’t. I just can’t.”
She paused and gave me a look I’d never seen from her, pity mixed with… was it relief? Guilt? She turned in the chair and looked me full in the eyes. “You’re done for the night? With this trip?” She paused significantly. “With all hooking?”
“I just want to be with you,” I pleaded. “Only you. I don’t care what else happens.”
Dede abruptly stood, retrieved the cellular from her pocket and dialed, giving me that sad look again. “She’s done,” she said into the phone.
“I… I don’t understand,” I said as she hung up.
“You will. Very shortly.” She patted the foot of the bed. “You better sit down.”
“But, why? Who was that?”
All she did was pat the mattress again. So drained in every way, I numbly complied.
In one minute there was a knock on the connecting door. What the hell? How could there be anyone out there? I had locked the sitting room’s front door myself.
Dede went to the connecting door. Before she turned the knob she looked at me again. The remorse and pity was so evident now. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t have a choice.”
She opened the door and in walked my ex-wife, Pamela, her eyes filled with a dark, predatory glee. I jumped to my feet. I barely took notice of the drops of cum rolling off my face and dripping on my breasts, so shocked I was.
“Hello, Randy,” she said, gloating. “You certainly have come a long way, haven’t you?”
Immediately I knew that somehow my life had just changed. Again.
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t of her Mustang held bags of slinky cocktail dresses, licentious lingerie and sexy shoes… hooker clothes.
“You’re nervous,” Dede observed as she glanced over at me.
“Shows, huh?”
“You haven’t once asked how you look. That’s not like my Beth. So you’re either finally confident or you’re scared.”
“Now that makes me feel better. I like the way you say that. ‘My Beth.’ I am yours.”
She looked at me with an odd look, tender yet somehow one of… sorrow? Pity?
“I love you, too,” she said. That soft smile made me realize I was imagining things. “I don’t like you having to do this, either. But the calls just aren’t coming in for you, and I know your rent and car payment are due.”
Dede had been handling my clients. For six weeks it had been great, but with the recent work slowdown, I had reluctantly agreed to her plan. She’d done this once before when she was still a pre-op: set up shop at a bar near a Navy base when they knew a big ship was coming in.
“Now remember, these guys aren’t as rich as the clients You’ve been seeing. You can’t charge more than $200, so you’ll need to fuck a lot of them. Can you handle that?”
“I have to. Are you sure these sailors will even be able to pay the $200 each?”
“Trust me,” she’d said. “These guys go out to sea for months and the only sex they get is jerking off, so they hit the port loaded and horny. I was surprised how many of them liked girls like us. There’s a certain T-girl bar with a motel literally right next door.”
“But what about the local girls?”
“That, my love, is the genius part of my plan,” she said, taking an offramp that put us onto a downtown street. “Every time a large ship is scheduled to make port, the local vice squad goes out of their way to bust hookers for a few days before the sailors get leave.” She paused to make a turn onto a smaller avenue. “Old warrants, technicalities—they’ll even make up charges to keep the majority of the girls off the street for a few nights until the guys have blown most of their money. I guess the Navy wants it done like that. The upside is you’ll have almost no competition, so you can easily get away with $200 a guy.”
“What about cops tonight?” I asked, scanning the downtown streets. “I don’t to get busted too.”
“They’re going on the principle that any girl smart enough not to get caught in the sweep deserves to score. I found out about it from a San Diego cop who was a regular back then.”
I felt a spike of fear. “A cop, huh? Dede, I don’t know.”
Dede pulled over to the curb, put the car in Park and took my hands in hers. “You’ll be safe, darling, I promise. And I’ll do everything in my power to keep you safe.”
We hugged tightly for a brief moment, and then Dede put the car back into Drive and pulled us back into traffic.
We got two adjoining rooms at the Budget Lodge across from a bar named Lulu’s, which Dede said was the main T-girl bar in town. One of the rooms we set up as a sitting room, a place to further check out the john and make the deal. In the inner room we chained, bolted and jammed the door so that the connecting door was the only entrance. Then we set up candles, lube, a box of condoms, and a stack of towels. I hung up my lingerie in the closet.
I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, painted and dressed my sexiest. “Ready or not.”
Dede glanced at her watch. “We should get started, but let’s go over it one more time.”
She reviewed what she’d laid out before. No more than two guys in the rooms at once, and never me alone with two guys—she’d sit in the chair by the nightstand if I got a double date. In addition Dede put a spare makeup bag on the table in the inner room, two steps from the bed.
“There’s pepper spray and stun gun inside, just in case,” she explained.
“You don’t think we’ll need that, do you?”
“Oh course not, but better safe than sorry. Now let’s get you to work, Candy.”
Five minutes later we’d picked up the first of what seemed like a hundred sailors in the bar. The plan was to take back two at a time as many times as we could, but Dede thought we should start small so I could get used to it. This would be a far cry from the $500 tricks I had been turning up to this point, so I would start out slow.
The first guy was nineteen-year-old chubby sailor named Jake who only wanted head while he stroked my shemale cock. He had fantasized about a girl like me the whole time he’d been out to sea, so he was glad to pay me $200.
Dede looked at me after he left. “Are you sure you want to do this?” she asked. “You can always move out.”
“Hell, no,” I insisted. “I worked too hard for everything. I’m not giving up without a fight.”
I sat down at the vanity and touched up my makeup for another trip to the bar. This time I would bring back two of them.
* * *
By 2 AM I’d not only lost count, I couldn’t even remember names. The two guys fucking me right now, neither of them older than twenty, were just the Mexican sailor and the white guy. The white guy’s seven inches slid in and out of lips almost raw from hours of cocksucking. His dick dribbled precum onto my swollen tongue, and it mingled with the aftertaste of so many hot loads blown into my mouth. For an extra fifty I sucked without a condom and most of them were glad to pay it.
As numb as I was from cock overload I was still horny from the idea of being used, of being a fucking whore. This went double for my ass. Ripples of delight swelled within me as the Latin sailor’s fat, long boner massaged my rectal walls. I had already cum three times from getting fucked tonight and even though there was no more jizz left to ejaculate I was almost ready to climax one more time. I cried out and whimpered.
“She’s getting ready to cum,” Dede said quietly from her chair.
“I wanna give her a facial,” the brown skinned sailor said. “Right when she nuts.”
“Me too!” said the other guy.
The thought of two more guys blasting their load in my face—a dozen of them had done it so far tonight—was all the erotic spur I needed. I cried out in ecstasy as the excruciatingly yummy ache built in my balls and the pit of my crotch.
I felt the cock pull out of my asshole and strong hands flip me over. As I groaned in my orgasm I heard the guys grunt one after the other and the hot, sticky spunk spray all over my cheeks, parted lips and my tongue. By now I wasn’t only used to the dank, salty taste of jizz, I was starting to love it. I greedily drank it all down without a thought.
I nearly passed out with dizziness from my orgasm. It had been my sixth tonight. Nothing was coming out any more, but the intense pleasure was still there. Ever since my first year of female hormones, my orgasms had changed. Now I could come more deeply, and several times in one night.
I heard the door open and close. The next thing I knew we were alone and Dede was holding out a hot washcloth for me to clean up the jizz from my face. As she held out the washcloth, she said we could still pick up a few more of them as they left the bar.
“Come on,” she urged. “Clean up your face and let’s get you ready. Don’t you want to make just a little bit more?”
I looked from the washcloth to her gentle eyes. “I… I don’t know, Dede,” I moaned, suddenly so drained.
“Are you tired, baby?”
The truth was, I wasn’t only tired—I was tired of it.
I was near the $3000 mark, averaging four hundred dollars each trip to the room, usually with a pair of sailors. Dede was right; there were hardly any working girls at all and lots of horny sailors. They’d actually formed an informal line in the bar, so there was very little time to breathe. After six hours my jaw ached from sucking cock and my asshole was sore.
More than that, though, it scared me just how much I loved all that penile meat. I would not become a slut! As soon as we got back to Los Angeles, I would sell off what I needed to keep my payments manageable. I’d move into an apartment if I had to. Maybe Dede would let me move in with her. I was too tired to think about it any longer. Right now all I wanted was a hot bath and to fall asleep in Dede’s arms. She was smoothing out the bed for my next john when I knelt beside her on the carpet, too exhausted to squat down to talk.
“Dede,” I began haltingly, my eyes filling. “I… I don’t want to do this anymore.” Two single tears ran down my cheeks. “I can’t. I just can’t.”
She paused and gave me a look I’d never seen from her, pity mixed with… was it relief? Guilt? She turned in the chair and looked me full in the eyes. “You’re done for the night? With this trip?” She paused significantly. “With all hooking?”
“I just want to be with you,” I pleaded. “Only you. I don’t care what else happens.”
Dede abruptly stood, retrieved the cellular from her pocket and dialed, giving me that sad look again. “She’s done,” she said into the phone.
“I… I don’t understand,” I said as she hung up.
“You will. Very shortly.” She patted the foot of the bed. “You better sit down.”
“But, why? Who was that?”
All she did was pat the mattress again. So drained in every way, I numbly complied.
In one minute there was a knock on the connecting door. What the hell? How could there be anyone out there? I had locked the sitting room’s front door myself.
Dede went to the connecting door. Before she turned the knob she looked at me again. The remorse and pity was so evident now. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t have a choice.”
She opened the door and in walked my ex-wife, Pamela, her eyes filled with a dark, predatory glee. I jumped to my feet. I barely took notice of the drops of cum rolling off my face and dripping on my breasts, so shocked I was.
“Hello, Randy,” she said, gloating. “You certainly have come a long way, haven’t you?”
Immediately I knew that somehow my life had just changed. Again.
low cut blouses and sandals, but that wouldn’t last much longer, especially for me. The back seat of her Mustang held bags of slinky cocktail dresses, licentious lingerie and sexy shoes… hooker clothes.
“You’re nervous,” Dede observed as she glanced over at me.
“Shows, huh?”
“You haven’t once asked how you look. That’s not like my Beth. So you’re either finally confident or you’re scared.”
“Now that makes me feel better. I like the way you say that. ‘My Beth.’ I am yours.”
She looked at me with an odd look, tender yet somehow one of… sorrow? Pity?
“I love you, too,” she said. That soft smile made me realize I was imagining things. “I don’t like you having to do this, either. But the calls just aren’t coming in for you, and I know your rent and car payment are due.”
Dede had been handling my clients. For six weeks it had been great, but with the recent work slowdown, I had reluctantly agreed to her plan. She’d done this once before when she was still a pre-op: set up shop at a bar near a Navy base when they knew a big ship was coming in.
“Now remember, these guys aren’t as rich as the clients You’ve been seeing. You can’t charge more than $200, so you’ll need to fuck a lot of them. Can you handle that?”
“I have to. Are you sure these sailors will even be able to pay the $200 each?”
“Trust me,” she’d said. “These guys go out to sea for months and the only sex they get is jerking off, so they hit the port loaded and horny. I was surprised how many of them liked girls like us. There’s a certain T-girl bar with a motel literally right next door.”
“But what about the local girls?”
“That, my love, is the genius part of my plan,” she said, taking an offramp that put us onto a downtown street. “Every time a large ship is scheduled to make port, the local vice squad goes out of their way to bust hookers for a few days before the sailors get leave.” She paused to make a turn onto a smaller avenue. “Old warrants, technicalities—they’ll even make up charges to keep the majority of the girls off the street for a few nights until the guys have blown most of their money. I guess the Navy wants it done like that. The upside is you’ll have almost no competition, so you can easily get away with $200 a guy.”
“What about cops tonight?” I asked, scanning the downtown streets. “I don’t to get busted too.”
“They’re going on the principle that any girl smart enough not to get caught in the sweep deserves to score. I found out about it from a San Diego cop who was a regular back then.”
I felt a spike of fear. “A cop, huh? Dede, I don’t know.”
Dede pulled over to the curb, put the car in Park and took my hands in hers. “You’ll be safe, darling, I promise. And I’ll do everything in my power to keep you safe.”
We hugged tightly for a brief moment, and then Dede put the car back into Drive and pulled us back into traffic.
We got two adjoining rooms at the Budget Lodge across from a bar named Lulu’s, which Dede said was the main T-girl bar in town. One of the rooms we set up as a sitting room, a place to further check out the john and make the deal. In the inner room we chained, bolted and jammed the door so that the connecting door was the only entrance. Then we set up candles, lube, a box of condoms, and a stack of towels. I hung up my lingerie in the closet.
I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, painted and dressed my sexiest. “Ready or not.”
Dede glanced at her watch. “We should get started, but let’s go over it one more time.”
She reviewed what she’d laid out before. No more than two guys in the rooms at once, and never me alone with two guys—she’d sit in the chair by the nightstand if I got a double date. In addition Dede put a spare makeup bag on the table in the inner room, two steps from the bed.
“There’s pepper spray and stun gun inside, just in case,” she explained.
“You don’t think we’ll need that, do you?”
“Oh course not, but better safe than sorry. Now let’s get you to work, Candy.”
Five minutes later we’d picked up the first of what seemed like a hundred sailors in the bar. The plan was to take back two at a time as many times as we could, but Dede thought we should start small so I could get used to it. This would be a far cry from the $500 tricks I had been turning up to this point, so I would start out slow.
The first guy was nineteen-year-old chubby sailor named Jake who only wanted head while he stroked my shemale cock. He had fantasized about a girl like me the whole time he’d been out to sea, so he was glad to pay me $200.
Dede looked at me after he left. “Are you sure you want to do this?” she asked. “You can always move out.”
“Hell, no,” I insisted. “I worked too hard for everything. I’m not giving up without a fight.”
I sat down at the vanity and touched up my makeup for another trip to the bar. This time I would bring back two of them.
* * *
By 2 AM I’d not only lost count, I couldn’t even remember names. The two guys fucking me right now, neither of them older than twenty, were just the Mexican sailor and the white guy. The white guy’s seven inches slid in and out of lips almost raw from hours of cocksucking. His dick dribbled precum onto my swollen tongue, and it mingled with the aftertaste of so many hot loads blown into my mouth. For an extra fifty I sucked without a condom and most of them were glad to pay it.
As numb as I was from cock overload I was still horny from the idea of being used, of being a fucking whore. This went double for my ass. Ripples of delight swelled within me as the Latin sailor’s fat, long boner massaged my rectal walls. I had already cum three times from getting fucked tonight and even though there was no more jizz left to ejaculate I was almost ready to climax one more time. I cried out and whimpered.
“She’s getting ready to cum,” Dede said quietly from her chair.
“I wanna give her a facial,” the brown skinned sailor said. “Right when she nuts.”
“Me too!” said the other guy.
The thought of two more guys blasting their load in my face—a dozen of them had done it so far tonight—was all the erotic spur I needed. I cried out in ecstasy as the excruciatingly yummy ache built in my balls and the pit of my crotch.
I felt the cock pull out of my asshole and strong hands flip me over. As I groaned in my orgasm I heard the guys grunt one after the other and the hot, sticky spunk spray all over my cheeks, parted lips and my tongue. By now I wasn’t only used to the dank, salty taste of jizz, I was starting to love it. I greedily drank it all down without a thought.
I nearly passed out with dizziness from my orgasm. It had been my sixth tonight. Nothing was coming out any more, but the intense pleasure was still there. Ever since my first year of female hormones, my orgasms had changed. Now I could come more deeply, and several times in one night.
I heard the door open and close. The next thing I knew we were alone and Dede was holding out a hot washcloth for me to clean up the jizz from my face. As she held out the washcloth, she said we could still pick up a few more of them as they left the bar.
“Come on,” she urged. “Clean up your face and let’s get you ready. Don’t you want to make just a little bit more?”
I looked from the washcloth to her gentle eyes. “I… I don’t know, Dede,” I moaned, suddenly so drained.
“Are you tired, baby?”
The truth was, I wasn’t only tired—I was tired of it.
I was near the $3000 mark, averaging four hundred dollars each trip to the room, usually with a pair of sailors. Dede was right; there were hardly any working girls at all and lots of horny sailors. They’d actually formed an informal line in the bar, so there was very little time to breathe. After six hours my jaw ached from sucking cock and my asshole was sore.
More than that, though, it scared me just how much I loved all that penile meat. I would not become a slut! As soon as we got back to Los Angeles, I would sell off what I needed to keep my payments manageable. I’d move into an apartment if I had to. Maybe Dede would let me move in with her. I was too tired to think about it any longer. Right now all I wanted was a hot bath and to fall asleep in Dede’s arms. She was smoothing out the bed for my next john when I knelt beside her on the carpet, too exhausted to squat down to talk.
“Dede,” I began haltingly, my eyes filling. “I… I don’t want to do this anymore.” Two single tears ran down my cheeks. “I can’t. I just can’t.”
She paused and gave me a look I’d never seen from her, pity mixed with… was it relief? Guilt? She turned in the chair and looked me full in the eyes. “You’re done for the night? With this trip?” She paused significantly. “With all hooking?”
“I just want to be with you,” I pleaded. “Only you. I don’t care what else happens.”
Dede abruptly stood, retrieved the cellular from her pocket and dialed, giving me that sad look again. “She’s done,” she said into the phone.
“I… I don’t understand,” I said as she hung up.
“You will. Very shortly.” She patted the foot of the bed. “You better sit down.”
“But, why? Who was that?”
All she did was pat the mattress again. So drained in every way, I numbly complied.
In one minute there was a knock on the connecting door. What the hell? How could there be anyone out there? I had locked the sitting room’s front door myself.
Dede went to the connecting door. Before she turned the knob she looked at me again. The remorse and pity was so evident now. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t have a choice.”
She opened the door and in walked my ex-wife, Pamela, her eyes filled with a dark, predatory glee. I jumped to my feet. I barely took notice of the drops of cum rolling off my face and dripping on my breasts, so shocked I was.
“Hello, Randy,” she said, gloating. “You certainly have come a long way, haven’t you?”
Immediately I knew that somehow my life had just changed. Again.
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dals, but that wouldn’t last much longer, especially for me. The back seat of her Mustang held bags of slinky cocktail dresses, licentious lingerie and sexy shoes… hooker clothes.
“You’re nervous,” Dede observed as she glanced over at me.
“Shows, huh?”
“You haven’t once asked how you look. That’s not like my Beth. So you’re either finally confident or you’re scared.”
“Now that makes me feel better. I like the way you say that. ‘My Beth.’ I am yours.”
She looked at me with an odd look, tender yet somehow one of… sorrow? Pity?
“I love you, too,” she said. That soft smile made me realize I was imagining things. “I don’t like you having to do this, either. But the calls just aren’t coming in for you, and I know your rent and car payment are due.”
Dede had been handling my clients. For six weeks it had been great, but with the recent work slowdown, I had reluctantly agreed to her plan. She’d done this once before when she was still a pre-op: set up shop at a bar near a Navy base when they knew a big ship was coming in.
“Now remember, these guys aren’t as rich as the clients You’ve been seeing. You can’t charge more than $200, so you’ll need to fuck a lot of them. Can you handle that?”
“I have to. Are you sure these sailors will even be able to pay the $200 each?”
“Trust me,” she’d said. “These guys go out to sea for months and the only sex they get is jerking off, so they hit the port loaded and horny. I was surprised how many of them liked girls like us. There’s a certain T-girl bar with a motel literally right next door.”
“But what about the local girls?”
“That, my love, is the genius part of my plan,” she said, taking an offramp that put us onto a downtown street. “Every time a large ship is scheduled to make port, the local vice squad goes out of their way to bust hookers for a few days before the sailors get leave.” She paused to make a turn onto a smaller avenue. “Old warrants, technicalities—they’ll even make up charges to keep the majority of the girls off the street for a few nights until the guys have blown most of their money. I guess the Navy wants it done like that. The upside is you’ll have almost no competition, so you can easily get away with $200 a guy.”
“What about cops tonight?” I asked, scanning the downtown streets. “I don’t to get busted too.”
“They’re going on the principle that any girl smart enough not to get caught in the sweep deserves to score. I found out about it from a San Diego cop who was a regular back then.”
I felt a spike of fear. “A cop, huh? Dede, I don’t know.”
Dede pulled over to the curb, put the car in Park and took my hands in hers. “You’ll be safe, darling, I promise. And I’ll do everything in my power to keep you safe.”
We hugged tightly for a brief moment, and then Dede put the car back into Drive and pulled us back into traffic.
We got two adjoining rooms at the Budget Lodge across from a bar named Lulu’s, which Dede said was the main T-girl bar in town. One of the rooms we set up as a sitting room, a place to further check out the john and make the deal. In the inner room we chained, bolted and jammed the door so that the connecting door was the only entrance. Then we set up candles, lube, a box of condoms, and a stack of towels. I hung up my lingerie in the closet.
I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, painted and dressed my sexiest. “Ready or not.”
Dede glanced at her watch. “We should get started, but let’s go over it one more time.”
She reviewed what she’d laid out before. No more than two guys in the rooms at once, and never me alone with two guys—she’d sit in the chair by the nightstand if I got a double date. In addition Dede put a spare makeup bag on the table in the inner room, two steps from the bed.
“There’s pepper spray and stun gun inside, just in case,” she explained.
“You don’t think we’ll need that, do you?”
“Oh course not, but better safe than sorry. Now let’s get you to work, Candy.”
Five minutes later we’d picked up the first of what seemed like a hundred sailors in the bar. The plan was to take back two at a time as many times as we could, but Dede thought we should start small so I could get used to it. This would be a far cry from the $500 tricks I had been turning up to this point, so I would start out slow.
The first guy was nineteen-year-old chubby sailor named Jake who only wanted head while he stroked my shemale cock. He had fantasized about a girl like me the whole time he’d been out to sea, so he was glad to pay me $200.
Dede looked at me after he left. “Are you sure you want to do this?” she asked. “You can always move out.”
“Hell, no,” I insisted. “I worked too hard for everything. I’m not giving up without a fight.”
I sat down at the vanity and touched up my makeup for another trip to the bar. This time I would bring back two of them.
* * *
By 2 AM I’d not only lost count, I couldn’t even remember names. The two guys fucking me right now, neither of them older than twenty, were just the Mexican sailor and the white guy. The white guy’s seven inches slid in and out of lips almost raw from hours of cocksucking. His dick dribbled precum onto my swollen tongue, and it mingled with the aftertaste of so many hot loads blown into my mouth. For an extra fifty I sucked without a condom and most of them were glad to pay it.
As numb as I was from cock overload I was still horny from the idea of being used, of being a fucking whore. This went double for my ass. Ripples of delight swelled within me as the Latin sailor’s fat, long boner massaged my rectal walls. I had already cum three times from getting fucked tonight and even though there was no more jizz left to ejaculate I was almost ready to climax one more time. I cried out and whimpered.
“She’s getting ready to cum,” Dede said quietly from her chair.
“I wanna give her a facial,” the brown skinned sailor said. “Right when she nuts.”
“Me too!” said the other guy.
The thought of two more guys blasting their load in my face—a dozen of them had done it so far tonight—was all the erotic spur I needed. I cried out in ecstasy as the excruciatingly yummy ache built in my balls and the pit of my crotch.
I felt the cock pull out of my asshole and strong hands flip me over. As I groaned in my orgasm I heard the guys grunt one after the other and the hot, sticky spunk spray all over my cheeks, parted lips and my tongue. By now I wasn’t only used to the dank, salty taste of jizz, I was starting to love it. I greedily drank it all down without a thought.
I nearly passed out with dizziness from my orgasm. It had been my sixth tonight. Nothing was coming out any more, but the intense pleasure was still there. Ever since my first year of female hormones, my orgasms had changed. Now I could come more deeply, and several times in one night.
I heard the door open and close. The next thing I knew we were alone and Dede was holding out a hot washcloth for me to clean up the jizz from my face. As she held out the washcloth, she said we could still pick up a few more of them as they left the bar.
“Come on,” she urged. “Clean up your face and let’s get you ready. Don’t you want to make just a little bit more?”
I looked from the washcloth to her gentle eyes. “I… I don’t know, Dede,” I moaned, suddenly so drained.
“Are you tired, baby?”
The truth was, I wasn’t only tired—I was tired of it.
I was near the $3000 mark, averaging four hundred dollars each trip to the room, usually with a pair of sailors. Dede was right; there were hardly any working girls at all and lots of horny sailors. They’d actually formed an informal line in the bar, so there was very little time to breathe. After six hours my jaw ached from sucking cock and my asshole was sore.
More than that, though, it scared me just how much I loved all that penile meat. I would not become a slut! As soon as we got back to Los Angeles, I would sell off what I needed to keep my payments manageable. I’d move into an apartment if I had to. Maybe Dede would let me move in with her. I was too tired to think about it any longer. Right now all I wanted was a hot bath and to fall asleep in Dede’s arms. She was smoothing out the bed for my next john when I knelt beside her on the carpet, too exhausted to squat down to talk.
“Dede,” I began haltingly, my eyes filling. “I… I don’t want to do this anymore.” Two single tears ran down my cheeks. “I can’t. I just can’t.”
She paused and gave me a look I’d never seen from her, pity mixed with… was it relief? Guilt? She turned in the chair and looked me full in the eyes. “You’re done for the night? With this trip?” She paused significantly. “With all hooking?”
“I just want to be with you,” I pleaded. “Only you. I don’t care what else happens.”
Dede abruptly stood, retrieved the cellular from her pocket and dialed, giving me that sad look again. “She’s done,” she said into the phone.
“I… I don’t understand,” I said as she hung up.
“You will. Very shortly.” She patted the foot of the bed. “You better sit down.”
“But, why? Who was that?”
All she did was pat the mattress again. So drained in every way, I numbly complied.
In one minute there was a knock on the connecting door. What the hell? How could there be anyone out there? I had locked the sitting room’s front door myself.
Dede went to the connecting door. Before she turned the knob she looked at me again. The remorse and pity was so evident now. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t have a choice.”
She opened the door and in walked my ex-wife, Pamela, her eyes filled with a dark, predatory glee. I jumped to my feet. I barely took notice of the drops of cum rolling off my face and dripping on my breasts, so shocked I was.
“Hello, Randy,” she said, gloating. “You certainly have come a long way, haven’t you?”
Immediately I knew that somehow my life had just changed. Again.
low cut blouses and sandals, but that wouldn’t last much longer, especially for me. The back seat of her Mustang held bags of slinky cocktail dresses, licentious lingerie and sexy shoes… hooker clothes.
“You’re nervous,” Dede observed as she glanced over at me.
“Shows, huh?”
“You haven’t once asked how you look. That’s not like my Beth. So you’re either finally confident or you’re scared.”
“Now that makes me feel better. I like the way you say that. ‘My Beth.’ I am yours.”
She looked at me with an odd look, tender yet somehow one of… sorrow? Pity?
“I love you, too,” she said. That soft smile made me realize I was imagining things. “I don’t like you having to do this, either. But the calls just aren’t coming in for you, and I know your rent and car payment are due.”
Dede had been handling my clients. For six weeks it had been great, but with the recent work slowdown, I had reluctantly agreed to her plan. She’d done this once before when she was still a pre-op: set up shop at a bar near a Navy base when they knew a big ship was coming in.
“Now remember, these guys aren’t as rich as the clients You’ve been seeing. You can’t charge more than $200, so you’ll need to fuck a lot of them. Can you handle that?”
“I have to. Are you sure these sailors will even be able to pay the $200 each?”
“Trust me,” she’d said. “These guys go out to sea for months and the only sex they get is jerking off, so they hit the port loaded and horny. I was surprised how many of them liked girls like us. There’s a certain T-girl bar with a motel literally right next door.”
“But what about the local girls?”
“That, my love, is the genius part of my plan,” she said, taking an offramp that put us onto a downtown street. “Every time a large ship is scheduled to make port, the local vice squad goes out of their way to bust hookers for a few days before the sailors get leave.” She paused to make a turn onto a smaller avenue. “Old warrants, technicalities—they’ll even make up charges to keep the majority of the girls off the street for a few nights until the guys have blown most of their money. I guess the Navy wants it done like that. The upside is you’ll have almost no competition, so you can easily get away with $200 a guy.”
“What about cops tonight?” I asked, scanning the downtown streets. “I don’t to get busted too.”
“They’re going on the principle that any girl smart enough not to get caught in the sweep deserves to score. I found out about it from a San Diego cop who was a regular back then.”
I felt a spike of fear. “A cop, huh? Dede, I don’t know.”
Dede pulled over to the curb, put the car in Park and took my hands in hers. “You’ll be safe, darling, I promise. And I’ll do everything in my power to keep you safe.”
We hugged tightly for a brief moment, and then Dede put the car back into Drive and pulled us back into traffic.
We got two adjoining rooms at the Budget Lodge across from a bar named Lulu’s, which Dede said was the main T-girl bar in town. One of the rooms we set up as a sitting room, a place to further check out the john and make the deal. In the inner room we chained, bolted and jammed the door so that the connecting door was the only entrance. Then we set up candles, lube, a box of condoms, and a stack of towels. I hung up my lingerie in the closet.
I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, painted and dressed my sexiest. “Ready or not.”
Dede glanced at her watch. “We should get started, but let’s go over it one more time.”
She reviewed what she’d laid out before. No more than two guys in the rooms at once, and never me alone with two guys—she’d sit in the chair by the nightstand if I got a double date. In addition Dede put a spare makeup bag on the table in the inner room, two steps from the bed.
“There’s pepper spray and stun gun inside, just in case,” she explained.
“You don’t think we’ll need that, do you?”
“Oh course not, but better safe than sorry. Now let’s get you to work, Candy.”
Five minutes later we’d picked up the first of what seemed like a hundred sailors in the bar. The plan was to take back two at a time as many times as we could, but Dede thought we should start small so I could get used to it. This would be a far cry from the $500 tricks I had been turning up to this point, so I would start out slow.
The first guy was nineteen-year-old chubby sailor named Jake who only wanted head while he stroked my shemale cock. He had fantasized about a girl like me the whole time he’d been out to sea, so he was glad to pay me $200.
Dede looked at me after he left. “Are you sure you want to do this?” she asked. “You can always move out.”
“Hell, no,” I insisted. “I worked too hard for everything. I’m not giving up without a fight.”
I sat down at the vanity and touched up my makeup for another trip to the bar. This time I would bring back two of them.
* * *
By 2 AM I’d not only lost count, I couldn’t even remember names. The two guys fucking me right now, neither of them older than twenty, were just the Mexican sailor and the white guy. The white guy’s seven inches slid in and out of lips almost raw from hours of cocksucking. His dick dribbled precum onto my swollen tongue, and it mingled with the aftertaste of so many hot loads blown into my mouth. For an extra fifty I sucked without a condom and most of them were glad to pay it.
As numb as I was from cock overload I was still horny from the idea of being used, of being a fucking whore. This went double for my ass. Ripples of delight swelled within me as the Latin sailor’s fat, long boner massaged my rectal walls. I had already cum three times from getting fucked tonight and even though there was no more jizz left to ejaculate I was almost ready to climax one more time. I cried out and whimpered.
“She’s getting ready to cum,” Dede said quietly from her chair.
“I wanna give her a facial,” the brown skinned sailor said. “Right when she nuts.”
“Me too!” said the other guy.
The thought of two more guys blasting their load in my face—a dozen of them had done it so far tonight—was all the erotic spur I needed. I cried out in ecstasy as the excruciatingly yummy ache built in my balls and the pit of my crotch.
I felt the cock pull out of my asshole and strong hands flip me over. As I groaned in my orgasm I heard the guys grunt one after the other and the hot, sticky spunk spray all over my cheeks, parted lips and my tongue. By now I wasn’t only used to the dank, salty taste of jizz, I was starting to love it. I greedily drank it all down without a thought.
I nearly passed out with dizziness from my orgasm. It had been my sixth tonight. Nothing was coming out any more, but the intense pleasure was still there. Ever since my first year of female hormones, my orgasms had changed. Now I could come more deeply, and several times in one night.
I heard the door open and close. The next thing I knew we were alone and Dede was holding out a hot washcloth for me to clean up the jizz from my face. As she held out the washcloth, she said we could still pick up a few more of them as they left the bar.
“Come on,” she urged. “Clean up your face and let’s get you ready. Don’t you want to make just a little bit more?”
I looked from the washcloth to her gentle eyes. “I… I don’t know, Dede,” I moaned, suddenly so drained.
“Are you tired, baby?”
The truth was, I wasn’t only tired—I was tired of it.
I was near the $3000 mark, averaging four hundred dollars each trip to the room, usually with a pair of sailors. Dede was right; there were hardly any working girls at all and lots of horny sailors. They’d actually formed an informal line in the bar, so there was very little time to breathe. After six hours my jaw ached from sucking cock and my asshole was sore.
More than that, though, it scared me just how much I loved all that penile meat. I would not become a slut! As soon as we got back to Los Angeles, I would sell off what I needed to keep my payments manageable. I’d move into an apartment if I had to. Maybe Dede would let me move in with her. I was too tired to think about it any longer. Right now all I wanted was a hot bath and to fall asleep in Dede’s arms. She was smoothing out the bed for my next john when I knelt beside her on the carpet, too exhausted to squat down to talk.
“Dede,” I began haltingly, my eyes filling. “I… I don’t want to do this anymore.” Two single tears ran down my cheeks. “I can’t. I just can’t.”
She paused and gave me a look I’d never seen from her, pity mixed with… was it relief? Guilt? She turned in the chair and looked me full in the eyes. “You’re done for the night? With this trip?” She paused significantly. “With all hooking?”
“I just want to be with you,” I pleaded. “Only you. I don’t care what else happens.”
Dede abruptly stood, retrieved the cellular from her pocket and dialed, giving me that sad look again. “She’s done,” she said into the phone.
“I… I don’t understand,” I said as she hung up.
“You will. Very shortly.” She patted the foot of the bed. “You better sit down.”
“But, why? Who was that?”
All she did was pat the mattress again. So drained in every way, I numbly complied.
In one minute there was a knock on the connecting door. What the hell? How could there be anyone out there? I had locked the sitting room’s front door myself.
Dede went to the connecting door. Before she turned the knob she looked at me again. The remorse and pity was so evident now. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t have a choice.”
She opened the door and in walked my ex-wife, Pamela, her eyes filled with a dark, predatory glee. I jumped to my feet. I barely took notice of the drops of cum rolling off my face and dripping on my breasts, so shocked I was.
“Hello, Randy,” she said, gloating. “You certainly have come a long way, haven’t you?”
Immediately I knew that somehow my life had just changed. Again.
From the novella MY WIFE’S SHEMALE SLAVE…
====
Dede and I tore down I-5, entering San Diego just after 7:00 PM on a Thursday. We were both dressed casual in RelaxFit jeans, low cut blouses and sandals, but that wouldn’t last much longer, especially for me. The back seat of her Mustang held bags of slinky cocktail dresses, licentious lingerie and sexy shoes… hooker clothes.
“You’re nervous,” Dede observed as she glanced over at me.
“Shows, huh?”
“You haven’t once asked how you look. That’s not like my Beth. So you’re either finally confident or you’re scared.”
“Now that makes me feel better. I like the way you say that. ‘My Beth.’ I am yours.”
She looked at me with an odd look, tender yet somehow one of… sorrow? Pity?
“I love you, too,” she said. That soft smile made me realize I was imagining things. “I don’t like you having to do this, either. But the calls just aren’t coming in for you, and I know your rent and car payment are due.”
Dede had been handling my clients. For six weeks it had been great, but with the recent work slowdown, I had reluctantly agreed to her plan. She’d done this once before when she was still a pre-op: set up shop at a bar near a Navy base when they knew a big ship was coming in.
“Now remember, these guys aren’t as rich as the clients You’ve been seeing. You can’t charge more than $200, so you’ll need to fuck a lot of them. Can you handle that?”
“I have to. Are you sure these sailors will even be able to pay the $200 each?”
“Trust me,” she’d said. “These guys go out to sea for months and the only sex they get is jerking off, so they hit the port loaded and horny. I was surprised how many of them liked girls like us. There’s a certain T-girl bar with a motel literally right next door.”
“But what about the local girls?”
“That, my love, is the genius part of my plan,” she said, taking an offramp that put us onto a downtown street. “Every time a large ship is scheduled to make port, the local vice squad goes out of their way to bust hookers for a few days before the sailors get leave.” She paused to make a turn onto a smaller avenue. “Old warrants, technicalities—they’ll even make up charges to keep the majority of the girls off the street for a few nights until the guys have blown most of their money. I guess the Navy wants it done like that. The upside is you’ll have almost no competition, so you can easily get away with $200 a guy.”
“What about cops tonight?” I asked, scanning the downtown streets. “I don’t to get busted too.”
“They’re going on the principle that any girl smart enough not to get caught in the sweep deserves to score. I found out about it from a San Diego cop who was a regular back then.”
I felt a spike of fear. “A cop, huh? Dede, I don’t know.”
Dede pulled over to the curb, put the car in Park and took my hands in hers. “You’ll be safe, darling, I promise. And I’ll do everything in my power to keep you safe.”
We hugged tightly for a brief moment, and then Dede put the car back into Drive and pulled us back into traffic.
We got two adjoining rooms at the Budget Lodge across from a bar named Lulu’s, which Dede said was the main T-girl bar in town. One of the rooms we set up as a sitting room, a place to further check out the john and make the deal. In the inner room we chained, bolted and jammed the door so that the connecting door was the only entrance. Then we set up candles, lube, a box of condoms, and a stack of towels. I hung up my lingerie in the closet.
I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, painted and dressed my sexiest. “Ready or not.”
Dede glanced at her watch. “We should get started, but let’s go over it one more time.”
She reviewed what she’d laid out before. No more than two guys in the rooms at once, and never me alone with two guys—she’d sit in the chair by the nightstand if I got a double date. In addition Dede put a spare makeup bag on the table in the inner room, two steps from the bed.
“There’s pepper spray and stun gun inside, just in case,” she explained.
“You don’t think we’ll need that, do you?”
“Oh course not, but better safe than sorry. Now let’s get you to work, Candy.”
Five minutes later we’d picked up the first of what seemed like a hundred sailors in the bar. The plan was to take back two at a time as many times as we could, but Dede thought we should start small so I could get used to it. This would be a far cry from the $500 tricks I had been turning up to this point, so I would start out slow.
The first guy was nineteen-year-old chubby sailor named Jake who only wanted head while he stroked my shemale cock. He had fantasized about a girl like me the whole time he’d been out to sea, so he was glad to pay me $200.
Dede looked at me after he left. “Are you sure you want to do this?” she asked. “You can always move out.”
“Hell, no,” I insisted. “I worked too hard for everything. I’m not giving up without a fight.”
I sat down at the vanity and touched up my makeup for another trip to the bar. This time I would bring back two of them.
* * *
By 2 AM I’d not only lost count, I couldn’t even remember names. The two guys fucking me right now, neither of them older than twenty, were just the Mexican sailor and the white guy. The white guy’s seven inches slid in and out of lips almost raw from hours of cocksucking. His dick dribbled precum onto my swollen tongue, and it mingled with the aftertaste of so many hot loads blown into my mouth. For an extra fifty I sucked without a condom and most of them were glad to pay it.
As numb as I was from cock overload I was still horny from the idea of being used, of being a fucking whore. This went double for my ass. Ripples of delight swelled within me as the Latin sailor’s fat, long boner massaged my rectal walls. I had already cum three times from getting fucked tonight and even though there was no more jizz left to ejaculate I was almost ready to climax one more time. I cried out and whimpered.
“She’s getting ready to cum,” Dede said quietly from her chair.
“I wanna give her a facial,” the brown skinned sailor said. “Right when she nuts.”
“Me too!” said the other guy.
The thought of two more guys blasting their load in my face—a dozen of them had done it so far tonight—was all the erotic spur I needed. I cried out in ecstasy as the excruciatingly yummy ache built in my balls and the pit of my crotch.
I felt the cock pull out of my asshole and strong hands flip me over. As I groaned in my orgasm I heard the guys grunt one after the other and the hot, sticky spunk spray all over my cheeks, parted lips and my tongue. By now I wasn’t only used to the dank, salty taste of jizz, I was starting to love it. I greedily drank it all down without a thought.
I nearly passed out with dizziness from my orgasm. It had been my sixth tonight. Nothing was coming out any more, but the intense pleasure was still there. Ever since my first year of female hormones, my orgasms had changed. Now I could come more deeply, and several times in one night.
I heard the door open and close. The next thing I knew we were alone and Dede was holding out a hot washcloth for me to clean up the jizz from my face. As she held out the washcloth, she said we could still pick up a few more of them as they left the bar.
“Come on,” she urged. “Clean up your face and let’s get you ready. Don’t you want to make just a little bit more?”
I looked from the washcloth to her gentle eyes. “I… I don’t know, Dede,” I moaned, suddenly so drained.
“Are you tired, baby?”
The truth was, I wasn’t only tired—I was tired of it.
I was near the $3000 mark, averaging four hundred dollars each trip to the room, usually with a pair of sailors. Dede was right; there were hardly any working girls at all and lots of horny sailors. They’d actually formed an informal line in the bar, so there was very little time to breathe. After six hours my jaw ached from sucking cock and my asshole was sore.
More than that, though, it scared me just how much I loved all that penile meat. I would not become a slut! As soon as we got back to Los Angeles, I would sell off what I needed to keep my payments manageable. I’d move into an apartment if I had to. Maybe Dede would let me move in with her. I was too tired to think about it any longer. Right now all I wanted was a hot bath and to fall asleep in Dede’s arms. She was smoothing out the bed for my next john when I knelt beside her on the carpet, too exhausted to squat down to talk.
“Dede,” I began haltingly, my eyes filling. “I… I don’t want to do this anymore.” Two single tears ran down my cheeks. “I can’t. I just can’t.”
She paused and gave me a look I’d never seen from her, pity mixed with… was it relief? Guilt? She turned in the chair and looked me full in the eyes. “You’re done for the night? With this trip?” She paused significantly. “With all hooking?”
“I just want to be with you,” I pleaded. “Only you. I don’t care what else happens.”
Dede abruptly stood, retrieved the cellular from her pocket and dialed, giving me that sad look again. “She’s done,” she said into the phone.
“I… I don’t understand,” I said as she hung up.
“You will. Very shortly.” She patted the foot of the bed. “You better sit down.”
“But, why? Who was that?”
All she did was pat the mattress again. So drained in every way, I numbly complied.
In one minute there was a knock on the connecting door. What the hell? How could there be anyone out there? I had locked the sitting room’s front door myself.
Dede went to the connecting door. Before she turned the knob she looked at me again. The remorse and pity was so evident now. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t have a choice.”
She opened the door and in walked my ex-wife, Pamela, her eyes filled with a dark, predatory glee. I jumped to my feet. I barely took notice of the drops of cum rolling off my face and dripping on my breasts, so shocked I was.
“Hello, Randy,” she said, gloating. “You certainly have come a long way, haven’t you?”
Immediately I knew that somehow my life had just changed. Again.
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low cut blouses and sandals, but that wouldn’t last much longer, especially for me. The back seat of her Mustang held bags of slinky cocktail dresses, licentious lingerie and sexy shoes… hooker clothes.
“You’re nervous,” Dede observed as she glanced over at me.
“Shows, huh?”
“You haven’t once asked how you look. That’s not like my Beth. So you’re either finally confident or you’re scared.”
“Now that makes me feel better. I like the way you say that. ‘My Beth.’ I am yours.”
She looked at me with an odd look, tender yet somehow one of… sorrow? Pity?
“I love you, too,” she said. That soft smile made me realize I was imagining things. “I don’t like you having to do this, either. But the calls just aren’t coming in for you, and I know your rent and car payment are due.”
Dede had been handling my clients. For six weeks it had been great, but with the recent work slowdown, I had reluctantly agreed to her plan. She’d done this once before when she was still a pre-op: set up shop at a bar near a Navy base when they knew a big ship was coming in.
“Now remember, these guys aren’t as rich as the clients You’ve been seeing. You can’t charge more than $200, so you’ll need to fuck a lot of them. Can you handle that?”
“I have to. Are you sure these sailors will even be able to pay the $200 each?”
“Trust me,” she’d said. “These guys go out to sea for months and the only sex they get is jerking off, so they hit the port loaded and horny. I was surprised how many of them liked girls like us. There’s a certain T-girl bar with a motel literally right next door.”
“But what about the local girls?”
“That, my love, is the genius part of my plan,” she said, taking an offramp that put us onto a downtown street. “Every time a large ship is scheduled to make port, the local vice squad goes out of their way to bust hookers for a few days before the sailors get leave.” She paused to make a turn onto a smaller avenue. “Old warrants, technicalities—they’ll even make up charges to keep the majority of the girls off the street for a few nights until the guys have blown most of their money. I guess the Navy wants it done like that. The upside is you’ll have almost no competition, so you can easily get away with $200 a guy.”
“What about cops tonight?” I asked, scanning the downtown streets. “I don’t to get busted too.”
“They’re going on the principle that any girl smart enough not to get caught in the sweep deserves to score. I found out about it from a San Diego cop who was a regular back then.”
I felt a spike of fear. “A cop, huh? Dede, I don’t know.”
Dede pulled over to the curb, put the car in Park and took my hands in hers. “You’ll be safe, darling, I promise. And I’ll do everything in my power to keep you safe.”
We hugged tightly for a brief moment, and then Dede put the car back into Drive and pulled us back into traffic.
We got two adjoining rooms at the Budget Lodge across from a bar named Lulu’s, which Dede said was the main T-girl bar in town. One of the rooms we set up as a sitting room, a place to further check out the john and make the deal. In the inner room we chained, bolted and jammed the door so that the connecting door was the only entrance. Then we set up candles, lube, a box of condoms, and a stack of towels. I hung up my lingerie in the closet.
I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, painted and dressed my sexiest. “Ready or not.”
Dede glanced at her watch. “We should get started, but let’s go over it one more time.”
She reviewed what she’d laid out before. No more than two guys in the rooms at once, and never me alone with two guys—she’d sit in the chair by the nightstand if I got a double date. In addition Dede put a spare makeup bag on the table in the inner room, two steps from the bed.
“There’s pepper spray and stun gun inside, just in case,” she explained.
“You don’t think we’ll need that, do you?”
“Oh course not, but better safe than sorry. Now let’s get you to work, Candy.”
Five minutes later we’d picked up the first of what seemed like a hundred sailors in the bar. The plan was to take back two at a time as many times as we could, but Dede thought we should start small so I could get used to it. This would be a far cry from the $500 tricks I had been turning up to this point, so I would start out slow.
The first guy was nineteen-year-old chubby sailor named Jake who only wanted head while he stroked my shemale cock. He had fantasized about a girl like me the whole time he’d been out to sea, so he was glad to pay me $200.
Dede looked at me after he left. “Are you sure you want to do this?” she asked. “You can always move out.”
“Hell, no,” I insisted. “I worked too hard for everything. I’m not giving up without a fight.”
I sat down at the vanity and touched up my makeup for another trip to the bar. This time I would bring back two of them.
* * *
By 2 AM I’d not only lost count, I couldn’t even remember names. The two guys fucking me right now, neither of them older than twenty, were just the Mexican sailor and the white guy. The white guy’s seven inches slid in and out of lips almost raw from hours of cocksucking. His dick dribbled precum onto my swollen tongue, and it mingled with the aftertaste of so many hot loads blown into my mouth. For an extra fifty I sucked without a condom and most of them were glad to pay it.
As numb as I was from cock overload I was still horny from the idea of being used, of being a fucking whore. This went double for my ass. Ripples of delight swelled within me as the Latin sailor’s fat, long boner massaged my rectal walls. I had already cum three times from getting fucked tonight and even though there was no more jizz left to ejaculate I was almost ready to climax one more time. I cried out and whimpered.
“She’s getting ready to cum,” Dede said quietly from her chair.
“I wanna give her a facial,” the brown skinned sailor said. “Right when she nuts.”
“Me too!” said the other guy.
The thought of two more guys blasting their load in my face—a dozen of them had done it so far tonight—was all the erotic spur I needed. I cried out in ecstasy as the excruciatingly yummy ache built in my balls and the pit of my crotch.
I felt the cock pull out of my asshole and strong hands flip me over. As I groaned in my orgasm I heard the guys grunt one after the other and the hot, sticky spunk spray all over my cheeks, parted lips and my tongue. By now I wasn’t only used to the dank, salty taste of jizz, I was starting to love it. I greedily drank it all down without a thought.
I nearly passed out with dizziness from my orgasm. It had been my sixth tonight. Nothing was coming out any more, but the intense pleasure was still there. Ever since my first year of female hormones, my orgasms had changed. Now I could come more deeply, and several times in one night.
I heard the door open and close. The next thing I knew we were alone and Dede was holding out a hot washcloth for me to clean up the jizz from my face. As she held out the washcloth, she said we could still pick up a few more of them as they left the bar.
“Come on,” she urged. “Clean up your face and let’s get you ready. Don’t you want to make just a little bit more?”
I looked from the washcloth to her gentle eyes. “I… I don’t know, Dede,” I moaned, suddenly so drained.
“Are you tired, baby?”
The truth was, I wasn’t only tired—I was tired of it.
I was near the $3000 mark, averaging four hundred dollars each trip to the room, usually with a pair of sailors. Dede was right; there were hardly any working girls at all and lots of horny sailors. They’d actually formed an informal line in the bar, so there was very little time to breathe. After six hours my jaw ached from sucking cock and my asshole was sore.
More than that, though, it scared me just how much I loved all that penile meat. I would not become a slut! As soon as we got back to Los Angeles, I would sell off what I needed to keep my payments manageable. I’d move into an apartment if I had to. Maybe Dede would let me move in with her. I was too tired to think about it any longer. Right now all I wanted was a hot bath and to fall asleep in Dede’s arms. She was smoothing out the bed for my next john when I knelt beside her on the carpet, too exhausted to squat down to talk.
“Dede,” I began haltingly, my eyes filling. “I… I don’t want to do this anymore.” Two single tears ran down my cheeks. “I can’t. I just can’t.”
She paused and gave me a look I’d never seen from her, pity mixed with… was it relief? Guilt? She turned in the chair and looked me full in the eyes. “You’re done for the night? With this trip?” She paused significantly. “With all hooking?”
“I just want to be with you,” I pleaded. “Only you. I don’t care what else happens.”
Dede abruptly stood, retrieved the cellular from her pocket and dialed, giving me that sad look again. “She’s done,” she said into the phone.
“I… I don’t understand,” I said as she hung up.
“You will. Very shortly.” She patted the foot of the bed. “You better sit down.”
“But, why? Who was that?”
All she did was pat the mattress again. So drained in every way, I numbly complied.
In one minute there was a knock on the connecting door. What the hell? How could there be anyone out there? I had locked the sitting room’s front door myself.
Dede went to the connecting door. Before she turned the knob she looked at me again. The remorse and pity was so evident now. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t have a choice.”
She opened the door and in walked my ex-wife, Pamela, her eyes filled with a dark, predatory glee. I jumped to my feet. I barely took notice of the drops of cum rolling off my face and dripping on my breasts, so shocked I was.
“Hello, Randy,” she said, gloating. “You certainly have come a long way, haven’t you?”
Immediately I knew that somehow my life had just changed. Again.
low cut blouses and sandals, but that wouldn’t last much longer, especially for me. The back seat of her Mustang held bags of slinky cocktail dresses, licentious lingerie and sexy shoes… hooker clothes.
“You’re nervous,” Dede observed as she glanced over at me.
“Shows, huh?”
“You haven’t once asked how you look. That’s not like my Beth. So you’re either finally confident or you’re scared.”
“Now that makes me feel better. I like the way you say that. ‘My Beth.’ I am yours.”
She looked at me with an odd look, tender yet somehow one of… sorrow? Pity?
“I love you, too,” she said. That soft smile made me realize I was imagining things. “I don’t like you having to do this, either. But the calls just aren’t coming in for you, and I know your rent and car payment are due.”
Dede had been handling my clients. For six weeks it had been great, but with the recent work slowdown, I had reluctantly agreed to her plan. She’d done this once before when she was still a pre-op: set up shop at a bar near a Navy base when they knew a big ship was coming in.
“Now remember, these guys aren’t as rich as the clients You’ve been seeing. You can’t charge more than $200, so you’ll need to fuck a lot of them. Can you handle that?”
“I have to. Are you sure these sailors will even be able to pay the $200 each?”
“Trust me,” she’d said. “These guys go out to sea for months and the only sex they get is jerking off, so they hit the port loaded and horny. I was surprised how many of them liked girls like us. There’s a certain T-girl bar with a motel literally right next door.”
“But what about the local girls?”
“That, my love, is the genius part of my plan,” she said, taking an offramp that put us onto a downtown street. “Every time a large ship is scheduled to make port, the local vice squad goes out of their way to bust hookers for a few days before the sailors get leave.” She paused to make a turn onto a smaller avenue. “Old warrants, technicalities—they’ll even make up charges to keep the majority of the girls off the street for a few nights until the guys have blown most of their money. I guess the Navy wants it done like that. The upside is you’ll have almost no competition, so you can easily get away with $200 a guy.”
“What about cops tonight?” I asked, scanning the downtown streets. “I don’t to get busted too.”
“They’re going on the principle that any girl smart enough not to get caught in the sweep deserves to score. I found out about it from a San Diego cop who was a regular back then.”
I felt a spike of fear. “A cop, huh? Dede, I don’t know.”
Dede pulled over to the curb, put the car in Park and took my hands in hers. “You’ll be safe, darling, I promise. And I’ll do everything in my power to keep you safe.”
We hugged tightly for a brief moment, and then Dede put the car back into Drive and pulled us back into traffic.
We got two adjoining rooms at the Budget Lodge across from a bar named Lulu’s, which Dede said was the main T-girl bar in town. One of the rooms we set up as a sitting room, a place to further check out the john and make the deal. In the inner room we chained, bolted and jammed the door so that the connecting door was the only entrance. Then we set up candles, lube, a box of condoms, and a stack of towels. I hung up my lingerie in the closet.
I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, painted and dressed my sexiest. “Ready or not.”
Dede glanced at her watch. “We should get started, but let’s go over it one more time.”
She reviewed what she’d laid out before. No more than two guys in the rooms at once, and never me alone with two guys—she’d sit in the chair by the nightstand if I got a double date. In addition Dede put a spare makeup bag on the table in the inner room, two steps from the bed.
“There’s pepper spray and stun gun inside, just in case,” she explained.
“You don’t think we’ll need that, do you?”
“Oh course not, but better safe than sorry. Now let’s get you to work, Candy.”
Five minutes later we’d picked up the first of what seemed like a hundred sailors in the bar. The plan was to take back two at a time as many times as we could, but Dede thought we should start small so I could get used to it. This would be a far cry from the $500 tricks I had been turning up to this point, so I would start out slow.
The first guy was nineteen-year-old chubby sailor named Jake who only wanted head while he stroked my shemale cock. He had fantasized about a girl like me the whole time he’d been out to sea, so he was glad to pay me $200.
Dede looked at me after he left. “Are you sure you want to do this?” she asked. “You can always move out.”
“Hell, no,” I insisted. “I worked too hard for everything. I’m not giving up without a fight.”
I sat down at the vanity and touched up my makeup for another trip to the bar. This time I would bring back two of them.
* * *
By 2 AM I’d not only lost count, I couldn’t even remember names. The two guys fucking me right now, neither of them older than twenty, were just the Mexican sailor and the white guy. The white guy’s seven inches slid in and out of lips almost raw from hours of cocksucking. His dick dribbled precum onto my swollen tongue, and it mingled with the aftertaste of so many hot loads blown into my mouth. For an extra fifty I sucked without a condom and most of them were glad to pay it.
As numb as I was from cock overload I was still horny from the idea of being used, of being a fucking whore. This went double for my ass. Ripples of delight swelled within me as the Latin sailor’s fat, long boner massaged my rectal walls. I had already cum three times from getting fucked tonight and even though there was no more jizz left to ejaculate I was almost ready to climax one more time. I cried out and whimpered.
“She’s getting ready to cum,” Dede said quietly from her chair.
“I wanna give her a facial,” the brown skinned sailor said. “Right when she nuts.”
“Me too!” said the other guy.
The thought of two more guys blasting their load in my face—a dozen of them had done it so far tonight—was all the erotic spur I needed. I cried out in ecstasy as the excruciatingly yummy ache built in my balls and the pit of my crotch.
I felt the cock pull out of my asshole and strong hands flip me over. As I groaned in my orgasm I heard the guys grunt one after the other and the hot, sticky spunk spray all over my cheeks, parted lips and my tongue. By now I wasn’t only used to the dank, salty taste of jizz, I was starting to love it. I greedily drank it all down without a thought.
I nearly passed out with dizziness from my orgasm. It had been my sixth tonight. Nothing was coming out any more, but the intense pleasure was still there. Ever since my first year of female hormones, my orgasms had changed. Now I could come more deeply, and several times in one night.
I heard the door open and close. The next thing I knew we were alone and Dede was holding out a hot washcloth for me to clean up the jizz from my face. As she held out the washcloth, she said we could still pick up a few more of them as they left the bar.
“Come on,” she urged. “Clean up your face and let’s get you ready. Don’t you want to make just a little bit more?”
I looked from the washcloth to her gentle eyes. “I… I don’t know, Dede,” I moaned, suddenly so drained.
“Are you tired, baby?”
The truth was, I wasn’t only tired—I was tired of it.
I was near the $3000 mark, averaging four hundred dollars each trip to the room, usually with a pair of sailors. Dede was right; there were hardly any working girls at all and lots of horny sailors. They’d actually formed an informal line in the bar, so there was very little time to breathe. After six hours my jaw ached from sucking cock and my asshole was sore.
More than that, though, it scared me just how much I loved all that penile meat. I would not become a slut! As soon as we got back to Los Angeles, I would sell off what I needed to keep my payments manageable. I’d move into an apartment if I had to. Maybe Dede would let me move in with her. I was too tired to think about it any longer. Right now all I wanted was a hot bath and to fall asleep in Dede’s arms. She was smoothing out the bed for my next john when I knelt beside her on the carpet, too exhausted to squat down to talk.
“Dede,” I began haltingly, my eyes filling. “I… I don’t want to do this anymore.” Two single tears ran down my cheeks. “I can’t. I just can’t.”
She paused and gave me a look I’d never seen from her, pity mixed with… was it relief? Guilt? She turned in the chair and looked me full in the eyes. “You’re done for the night? With this trip?” She paused significantly. “With all hooking?”
“I just want to be with you,” I pleaded. “Only you. I don’t care what else happens.”
Dede abruptly stood, retrieved the cellular from her pocket and dialed, giving me that sad look again. “She’s done,” she said into the phone.
“I… I don’t understand,” I said as she hung up.
“You will. Very shortly.” She patted the foot of the bed. “You better sit down.”
“But, why? Who was that?”
All she did was pat the mattress again. So drained in every way, I numbly complied.
In one minute there was a knock on the connecting door. What the hell? How could there be anyone out there? I had locked the sitting room’s front door myself.
Dede went to the connecting door. Before she turned the knob she looked at me again. The remorse and pity was so evident now. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t have a choice.”
She opened the door and in walked my ex-wife, Pamela, her eyes filled with a dark, predatory glee. I jumped to my feet. I barely took notice of the drops of cum rolling off my face and dripping on my breasts, so shocked I was.
“Hello, Randy,” she said, gloating. “You certainly have come a long way, haven’t you?”
Immediately I knew that somehow my life had just changed. Again.
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your snake is godlike
Shad has fallen off
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Shad forgot how to draw any girls’ face unless it looks like Belle Delphine
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Can we appreciate the charizard for a moment. Had me weezing.
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