Earn £2 a minute!
That's what an ad announced on our student noticeboard.
Was it good to be true? To a student heavily in debt like myself, the answer was No! In seconds, I had keyed in the web address on a campus computer for more details.
The site was called Cummy Sissies.
Numerous video downloads were for sale on line, live action was also offered.
I pressed the Job Opportunities button- and there it was!
"You can earn up to £2 a minute by registering with us. All you need is a webcam...."
'All!' I can't even afford a fully fledged computer. I was about to switch off, when my eye spotted a line further on:
"Alternatively, we may be able to employ you in our sumptuous premises, email your details to...."
They'd accepted my application! My money worries would soon be over. I'd sent a photo of my six inch erect penis, and apparently that was "very satisfactory," and I now had to advise them a time I was free to come to their premises, which was situated in a town twenty miles distant.
My first work would be a four hour trial tonight, starting 9pm. I'd be paid a minimum of £120, for pleasuring myself. I'd be on my own, in my own little cubicle. Surely this was gonna be fun!
The place hardly looked sumptuous from the outside, in an ill-lit back street. However after I was admitted by keying the code I'd been given, inside all was light and clean. Nobody was around, so I followed instructions that had been mailed me. It was all very impersonal.
I had Cubicle 2- there was only one other, from inside which sounds of an almighty orgasm were proceeding. At least I wasn't the only one here.
Thru a one way door, I entered my little room, a single bed stretched its full length, on the end wall was a large screen which would show the picture being transmitted. Next to it was the exit door thru which I would leave, much richer, at the end of four hours.
On the left side were an array of compartments marked with labels, a section of posters, a section with clothing, and a section labeled Specials.
A large bin marked Despatch was on the right, aside a handbasin and a trash can.
I carefully shut the door, as advised in my instructions.
Job 1 Switch on camera in ceiling, ready to activate. Done.
2 Position myself on bed so my essential parts are clearly in view. Yep, that looks good.
3 Await instructions.
These would appear in a strip above the screen when a caller had dialed in to Cummy Sissies.
The orgasm next door had ceased and I heard my fellow employee tidying up. As he unlocked his cubicle, I couldn't resist calling out.
"Is it often quiet?" I cried.
He knocked on my rear door, I jumped off the bed and opened up.
He was almost my age, I think I actually recognized him as a second grade student- I'm still a fresher. It was only his pretty sissy dress that confused me.
"No," he answered, "it builds up if they like your looks." He looked down. "aren't you getting changed?" I was still in my daywear.
"Yep, I was waiting for my first instruction."
"Oh, it'll come, you new here then?"
I nodded.
"I only do cum tributes for the money," he admitted, "it's more tiring than you'd ever imagine, still it's well paid, eh? I'd better go now, I mustn't bump into Lily. Have fun!"
A bell rang.
"That's for you! Good luck." He pushed my door shut without giving me the chance to ask more, and I repositioned myself expectantly on my bed.
"Master Control," my instructions flashed on the strip. The time is exactly nine o'clock. Welcome to your trial session. Your name is Shani. Select one of the sissy panties, and a top if you like... and enjoy, Shani!"
I sorted thru the sissy panties, taking an immediate liking to a soft transparent pvc one, tinged in pink. It was laced with bright pink little bows round the waistine and thighs. It felt gorgeously soft to my penis, which grew in appreciation. Now in the mood, I grabbed the matching pvc top, which made me even hotter. I turned down the room temperature, and tried to still my racing excitement.
I waited impatiently- was I being paid for waiting? A picture of my pantie was now on line, a frozen still of me wearing it, surely someone loves my look and wants to see my first ever cum tribute?
I flopped after a few minutes of this. Thank goodness the still showed me at my best! I looked at the selection of invites that I could flash over my photo. Might there one saying First Time? Sadly not, so I chose one that flashed up Big Hot Sissy Waiting.
A minute later, the bell pinged- I primed myself for my first cumshot!
"Hi sweetie," the text read. "Squirt over VJ pwease!"
I had half a minute to fetch the poster marked VJ, a well known film starlet and position myself for the camera.
The countdown was running 10-9-8... as I lay back, the three foot photo of VJ positioned on my sweating chest. Yep, her busty figure with a shiny black leather top adorned with pink bows so like my own, her boobs neatly oozing out of the leathers, was right in camera shot. Her hidden lower part was tucked under my own pantie.
Ping. "You are now live!"
Someone was watching me! The counter indicated four more guests were on line too. Nervously I wondered, a little late, what exactly I should do. How long? The guidelines encouraged a drawn out tribute, no doubt to make more cash.
My right hand moved down to my penis, hidden but clearly visible under my pantie. Normally I would be erect now, but maybe the situation was telling on me. I caressed my little thing, taking care my hand didn't obscure my penis, which remained obstinately tiny.
I was beginning to panic. Watching Guests had risen up to eight, but now subsided back to five. Four now! Plus my 'Sponsor' who, having paid, expected to see me in action.
I was sweating as my stroking reached the speed of sound without effect. What was wrong?
I had to look away from my disgrace. That did it! My eye caught the attractive features of VJ, upside down to my view, but her long blonde hair framing those attractive breasts switched me on. I'd always liked her films, but now she came to my mind like a raving beauty and I longed to give her my appreciation.
I was erect! My rubbing slowed and with my spare hand I pulled back the pvc to reveal all my glory. I pulled back the foreskin and gently stroked myself till I was bursting. I ensured I was pointing at VJ, and an impressive squirt splashed up to her face, nicely dribbling down between her bosoms, a second spray plopped over her twin treasures, and I trickled out over her hidden lower parts, imagining they were penetrating their target.
A glance showed nineteen Watching, and my Sponsor must have been pleased because the poster had to be carefully rolled up, placed in polythene and deposited in the Despatch Box. Such items were posted next day to the Sponsor, perhaps by the mysterious Lily.
I admit I was a trifle disappointed, as the posters were otherwise to be crumpled into the trash bin- though in this case I would have kept this one as a souvenir of my first Cum Tribute.
Oh no! I suddenly recalled some wise advice. Don't ejaculate too fully. In my excitement I had definitely spent myself.
I was required to cum at least five times before 1pm, that was the minimum requirement. More than eight would possibly be a miracle, but earn a bonus.
I tried to relax. I had to press a button for when I was next ready to do a cum tribute. Certainly I could offer no such service for the moment!
The inbetween times could be spent in lots of ways. I had only been offered three options: Posing as a Sissy Tart, that wasn't my style. Dancing with a Sissy Mannequin wasn't me either. So I had opted for AB, for which my dress and pantie were ideal.
I lay back in my transparent pantie, pressed the button marked AB and waited.
A lot of people looked but passed on. One seemed to linger, staring at my still form. After over a minute, that person left. I was alone. I got up, leaving my still with the message, "Me wanna Mama" superimposed on it.
Ping!
Had that lengthy watcher earlier come back? No matter. Someone was wanting to see me wee in my pantie.
I obliged and the pee trickled down between my legs forming a pool around my anus. I crouched and let out some more, that slid down the inside of the pantie. That I removed, revealing myself all wet. Nice smell too, pity that couldn't be part of the on-line service!
Five minutes later I was clean and dry and I think I was ready for my next cum. I simply must be ready, for already it is 10 o'clock.
Ping! "Photo of EC," an athlete.
Her photo showed her bare top with average size bosoms, most fetching was the black frilly tutu that barely concealed her pussy.
She made me erect quickly, and I was only softly rubbing myself, though I knew I would not be offering her quite such a big tribute as to VJ. I wished I could.
I sprayed over her tutu, her boobs untouched.
But my Sponsor did buy the poster, and twenty eight Guests had watched the show- admired it, I hoped.
This pattern of weeing and cumming went on, though my next two sponsors were not so impressed with my efforts and the mildly cummed posters were assigned to the bin.
It was quarter to one, and I had to cum once more before the hour! In a panic, I waited. Suppose nobody requests me? Perhaps my fellow Cum Tributer in the adjacent booth was drawing the crowds, the intense excitement emanating from there sounded like a show in itself.
I flashed the message Bargain Cum- Half Price for the Next 60 Secs! It was desperation- it meant my earnings would be cut. Better that than not to be invited to come back.
The seconds ticked down and my worrying increased with each decrease.
Seven seconds left and I sighed with relief: ping!
It was a one minute job. It had to be- for that's all the time I had left. Result: not outstanding, but I pushed some tired cum out and ended my first night's work exhausted.
Tidying up hastily (the next Cum Tributer was due to start at 1.15), I left the two used posters ready for Lily, whoever she might be, to post in the morning, and incinerated the unwanted posters and used panties in the bin.
"Well done Shani," flashed on the screen. Transferred into your bank will be £120, plus £32 bonuses less £20 for your cut price offer."
Not bad, I thought, and the prospect of much more cash once I'd got into it was alluring.
"A performance enhancing hormone a month's supply for £60 will increase your cum production. If you want to try it out and buy, press key 1. You won't regret it. If you'd like a month's supply of pills to enhance your penis size for £60, press 2. It is a proven way of bringing in more customers!"
Without reflecting I pressed 1. I couldn't really afford both treatments.
"Well done. A total of £72 will be put in your account, the tablets will be reach you later today. You passed your trial. See you same time next week, Shani."
The next session went really well. The pills, and my rationing of cum, enabled me to ejaculate seven times. Next time, I might even earn an Over Eight Bonus! What's more I'd enjoyed myself, and even the between times peeing in panties had won me admirers. My best viewing total was 45, when at ten to one, I'd sprayed a poster of VJ, who was becoming my favorite. What's more, several messages had congratulated me, all on my sissy sweetness. I hadn't seen myself as specially sissy, to be frank with you, though I do love dressing in frilly dresses.
As I tidied away, a message came up about my earnings... £190. A great night's work! Then the usual offers.
I'd been toying with the penis enhancing treatment, but I was also offered breast enhancement! Bring out the little sissy in you they promised me! They reckoned that would earn me more. But they didn't sway me, I chose the penis enlarger.
"Thank you Shani, look forward to seeing an even bigger sissy erection next time. How about making some groans of ecstasy then?"
As I left my cubicle smiling, and plunged into the dark night, I was stopped by two girls in the highest of high heels. One was hovering in the background, as I paused.
"We saw you tonight," giggled the forward girl, who was clearly the sissiest of sissies in her frilly pvc costume. It attracted me to her at once. "My friend," she indicated her shy companion, "wants you to squirt her photo next time, please."
The shy girl smiled coyly at me.
"I- I don't know," I hesistated. "I'll have to ask. I'm not sure it's in the rules."
"Pwease," the shy girl was mouthing softly, blowing me a kiss.
Her friend thrust a photo into my hand, "her name's Shani, too," she whispered. Then they were gone.
Next week I returned with renewed energy. I was confident I'd climax enough to earn a healthy bonus.
Out of my earnings, I'd extravagantly bought my own sissy dress, a striking pink and black striped satin affair, with yellow frills, that had been made up for a customer in my local shop who didn't like it. Not like it! I loved it. Given more time, my little breasts would grow enough to make me even more sissy-like. I drove to the back street venue proudly wearing it. Admittedly I'd covered myself with a raincoat in case of a shower, even though none was forecast. I did park right outside the office too, and keying in my code, dashed in!
Ping!
Hardly had I activated my camera when this first request came in. As expected, it was Shani. Though I hadn't checked, I reckoned it was okay, after all she'd be paying and the business wouldn't even be losing a poster.
I spread her photo on my chest. I'll tell you this, she wasn't any great beauty, perhaps this was her only way of getting any sort of sex, I reflected. Now, if that picture was of her friend, that would switch me on! I tried to imagine it was her I was cumming for. My penis swelled, yep, I'm sure it's grown to six and a half inches!
"Here you are darling!" I called, taking the advice given to be more vocal, "this is for you!"
Breathing heavily, I squirted a load over her face, and breaking a habit, kissed it, making sure my face was away from the camera. I didn't want my friends or family to know how I was spending the evenings.
"Lovely dwess- let's see more of it," was one comment. So I tried to show it off in future cum tributes, without revealing my identity. I did long for my breasts to protrude just a little, I craved those hormones.
"Zebra" someone else posted. I took it as a compliment, specially as the person continued "... love to mount YOU!"
I finished at the usual time, slightly disappointed not to have exceeded seven erections. Perhaps I needed stronger tablets?
Perhaps I was feeling guilty about blowing so much of my earnings on that sissy dress. Why worry, I'd earned almost £200!
I was walking on air, as the cool night air blew on to my pretty face. I was gonna run extra fast round the block to my parked car.
It was then that my two admirers stepped forth.
"Shani wanna thank ooo for tonight," said the attractive sissy girl, who wore leathers with stripes, black and white, that oddly matched my outfit. Tassels swayed from every conceivable part of it.
"Glad to please you," I said as graciously as possible, most anxious to start my run. But I didn't wanna be rude to this wonderful girl.
"Shani's looking forward to receiving her poster."
"Oh, good."
"She's gonna lick it clean!"
I couldn't think of an answer.
"If she puts it thru your front door, will you squirt it again next time?"
I nodded, if only to get away. Then, struck by an idea, added,
"yes, if you'll send me a poster of yourself."
"Okay," and before I could say more the pair had vanished into the dark.
"Hey, tell me your name!"
But my shout only echoed round the houses, and I made myself scarce also.
Next week I felt I really had a chance of bettering my performance. Last week had been a blip, tonight I was on fire.
Shani's photo was awaiting my arrival. I imagined the unseen Lily must have placed it on my bed. It was, as promised, cleaned, or rather partially cleaned. Her sissy dress had been carefully restored, the tell tale cum drips licked off, but her face remained stained with the cum I had splashed a week previous.
She must have a weird fetish.
Another envelope I eagerly opened. It was signed Bonita, and was of her utterly naked, except for a mass of frills round her neck, shoulders, wrists, breasts, waist, pussy. I gasped with astonishment- she had managed to pose sissily, but almost nude. She turned me on.
Ping! Of course it was Shani and I dutifully gave her photo my Tribute, though I confess my eyes were more on the alluring Bonita hidden at my side.
A disappointing number of Guests watched me ejaculate over Shani- two. Perhaps she didn't turn many on.
Ping!
"VJ - face pwease."
I was determined to do another Cum Tribute immediately, so as to beat my record, but mainly cos I wanted Bonita to be on the receiving end. So, however attractive VJ undoubtedly is, I was disappointed.
Getting an erection even with the hormones and my enhanced penis was difficult. Even constant studying of the desirable Bonita didn't help, and I had lost every one of my Guest Watchers by the time I spluttered VJ twenty minutes later.
It was a bad night all round. Why hadn't Bonita asked for my Tribute? I had been too anxiously anticipating, with the result my performance suffered.
With only the minimum £120 in my handbag, I left disconsolately.
Only Shani was waiting tonight, she might well have let me pass, but I took pity, and stopped and asked,
"Enjoy tonight, Shani?"
"Ooooh yes," she squeaked. She had a very high voice.
There was an awkward silence. She clearly wanted to say more.
"Bonita not with you?"
"N-n-no."
"She okay?"
"She- she only likes shemales," stuttered Shani, and ran off.
I did better the next couple of sessions. There was no sign of Bonita, and I had been wrestling with what Shani had said about her love of shemales. I liked dressing as a sissy, so why not take that hormone treatment? I could afford it, besides it should net me extra earnings.
Shani was there afterwards each time. I broached the idea to her.
"Bonita only like shemales," was Shani's enigmatic reply.
"Will she come again if I do?" I asked urgently.
Shani didn't reply. I thought she was gonna run off as before, but she gulped, and said,
"Can- can me watch ooo? In your woom?"
It was my turn to be silent as her words sunk in. She had run off before I had composed any answer.
I had already begun my breast hormone treatment by next time, as well as undergoing hair removal. I wanted to prove to Bonita I was serious.
As I drove up in my zebra dress, I saw with a start that Shani was waiting! I hadn't even considered her pathetic appeal, and I hardened my heart as she swept towards me.
I was keying in my pass code.
"All- all wight for me?"
"No, sorry, kid, visitors are not permitted." I pushed my way in, and was about to rudely shut the door on her, when I saw her waving two £50 notes. She knew my weak spot!
She saw my indecision and tried to push her way in with me.
"Only if you keep out of sight, and absolutely quiet, and don't touch me, promise?"
She nodded excitedly as I pocketed the cash.
I indicated a corner by the basin where she should stand invisible to all but me. I did attempt to make my usual preparations, though I found her eyes following my every move most disconcerting.
Ping!
"Sissy celeb TC pwease."
I fetched the poster of the busty lady with severe glasses.
Laid on my chest, I activated the camera, but glanced at Shani's intense expression. This was a mistake. I worried she might break her promise and come closer. She didn't, and I fervently hoped she didn't have the nerve.
Inhibiting was her very presence, even though she was only watching like the 18 Guests and my Sponsor. My public. I was forgetting what I must do. I made myself move my hand down to my pantie. I tried to ignore her. Automatically, I pulled out my shrunken penis. As I began masturbating, bringing life into the tiny object, I heard a suppressed gasp.
A quick glance, and I spotted that while her eyes were fixed on me, she was pleasuring herself. She couldn't repress her grunts, and I shot a warning look at her. She didn't notice, then I noticed that the guests had shot up to 30.
After that, we were a team that night. Her crescendo as I shot out my Cum Tribute on TC was sensational.
In between times, I had turned to Sissy Mannequin. Though I'd not fancied this previously, my zebra dress had instiled me with a new confidence, and I'd really enjoyed showing off my beautiful dress.
For this, Shani offered to take the place of my inanimate doll. That I had to firmly refuse, since she'd be seen.
But it sowed a seed in my mind...
As we left, I handed Shani back one of her banknotes.
"You've earned it," I said, "thanks."
She beamed.
"Wanna- wanna come back with me for a... er coffee?" she asked.
"Is Bonita there?"
She grabbed my hand
"No," she grinned.
I stood still, resisting.
"Look it's very late...."
"I-I- I will ring her."
"Oh, okay."
"You gonna phone Bonita?" I asked impatiently, as the car started up.
I heard the engaged signal.
I drove her to the poshest part of town. I was seeing her in a new light.
"I- I'll twy again when we get back," she said sounding a little too disappointed to be believed.
Huge mansions passed by, then she told me to drive in to a massive modern art deco house.
"My- my mum's away," she whispered in her high voice as we got out the car.
Inside, she switched the kettle on. I hadn't expected that.
"You gonna phone Bonita?" I asked impatiently.
"No-no," she admitted, showing me a scrawled message.
It was from Bonita, saying she'd be back in the morning.
"She's your mum?" I asked incredulously. I coudn't fathom this out. Shani said she was eighteen, but surely Bonita wasn't that much older?
Shani nodded.
I sat down gathering my thoughts in the sumptuous living room, while she made the coffee.
"I'd better be going," I stood up.
"Have- have coffee first. Pwease," she begged.
I sniffed it. It smelled good.
"It's, it's not dwugged."
"Sorry, but I've been caught like that before."
"To- to us!" she smiled.
"What d'you mean?"
She was a girl of few words, but sat aside me with a kiss. I must admit I recoiled.
"Here," she thrust a document in my hand. Then went upstairs.
I scrutinized the four page, closely typed paper.
In essence it was a contract between the pair of us.
She emerged in a frilly yellow negligee and strutted downstairs. She didn't look any more attractive.
"I'll need time to look over this," I backed off as she got nearer.
"Of- of course, my love."
"It's purely a business contract isn't it?"
"Of- of course."
"Then, I'll let you know," I had backed to her large front door. "I'll ring the number on the contract shall I?"
"Pwease."
"Oh," I added as she seemed to be luring me back, "our vacation starts next week, so I won't see you for a month."
I shot away in my car, I could see her in the drive staring forlornly.
It turned out to be six weeks before my next Cum Tribute session.
I'd been home for the vacation, my mum shocked at how I was changing. The treatment was working a treat. My kid sister was more appreciative of my new sissy wardrobe, but even she found it hard to believe I wasn't shaving, and as for my figure...! I chose dresses that showed off my sweet breasts. They weren't big boob-types, I didn't want that, yet I was proud of these new assets, and couldn't wait to show myself off on line.
I'd perused Shani's contract, which was strictly business, though I had my own ideas about how genuine she was about that. But on paper, she was offering to "assist" me with my Cum Tributes "in whatever way I chose."
I don't need her was my first reaction. Then I reflected that she had doubled my takings when she'd done all that sexy panting.
Though I was earning well, much of my cash had gone on sissy clothing and treatments so I was still in debt. What's more, I simply must have surgery to make my face thinner and more feminine!
The contract said a third of my earnings would go to her, "relationship on a strictly professional level." I couldn't lose on the deal. Besides it could be terminated at any time by either of us. Go for it!
It seemed the Cummy Sissies business approved, for the contract, I was amazed to see, was drawn up by them.
Lots more options apart from Cum Tributes and the time fillers like dancing were now available to me, but I wanted to enjoy my first time as a shemale, and most importantly impress my fans, and most of all Bonita.
Like a star, I drove to the studio in my new extravagant flouncy multicolored dress, red shiny high heels and all. Now my mum knew, I didn't care who saw me! My class in college had been pretty accepting, and one guy had already offered a date.
My elation was dampened as I arrived to find none of my public hanging round for a glimpse of my sissy presence. Not even Shani. Crestfallen, I keyed in my code and entered. Empty, like on my first visit. Impersonal. I nearly wished Shani were here.
She was. I found her in the cubicle, making ready. Whatever else, she's a good sissy slave, I thought. She was wearing a nice choice of satin dress, pink and girlie like.
"You do those lovely high pitched screams, that's your job," I told her severely. Her look told me, Not Even A Welcome Kiss?
"Business-like, remember?" I reminded her.
Ping!
Our first Sponsor.
"BC pwease, big boy!"
My assistant fetched the poster while I lay back in readiness.
Shani grinned at me as she passed the poster. BC was Bonita!
"It's- it's her," whispered Shani.
"What our Sponsor, d'you mean?"
Shani nodded, and draped Bonita's busty picture over my breasts. I was wild with excitement.
Shani stepped back to admire the performance.
I was trying to find out if I could be certain it was Bonita who was sponsoring.
"You Bonita?" I called out in a tone an octave higher than my normal. It was to be my own voice from now on.
Immediately the reply flashed across my screen.
"Turn me on big boy. Shani's mum is watching!"
Shani could see that invite pushed me to boiling point.
Under the poster, I pulled up my flouncy dress, so as to show off my new bosoms. The poster I pulled down to cover my manly parts, contrasting with my new feminine assets. To be honest they looked flat since I was lying down. Worse my erectness was hidden away.
I pressed the freeze frame, then asked Shani to slightly fold the poster so it could fit between my breasts and penis. While she did that, I sat up and adjusted the camera angle.
That's better. My boobs are nicely puffed now. Shani rested the poster on my thigh, sticking the upper part with Bonita's lovely face beneath my nipples.
Yep, that's a good view of the desirable Bonita. In less than thirty seconds we were back live, and I immediately began masturbating. Shani was switched on and her unique moaning made me even hornier. I tried to contain myself as Shani wasn't climaxing yet. Slowly rubbing, very slowly, I held myself in, as she reached a crescendo.
She shook and I sprayed for all I was worth, soaking the lovely Bonita's face, drenching her busty boobs, the load trickling down to the base from whence it had spurted.
Shani sighed as I wiped the cum over Bonita's features.
I'd forgotten about saving myself hadn't I? So obsessed with giving my all to Bonita, I was utterly spent. But if she was satisfied, then I didn't care!
It was two hours before I was ready to cum again, it was taking so long Shani even suggested we fake an orgasm. Not so easy, I told her. She said she'd think about that before next week.
In between, I now offered Nipple caressing, for which Shani added sound fx. It was a relaxing way of passing the time not doing Tributes, and various ideas were put to me, some of which I did, like nipples stretching, and lying feet up, peeing up to my bosoms.
Somehow we made it to five Tributes- I say "we" cos I don't believe I'd have had the strength to do it except Shani drove me on. Not that she ever touched me, though was I kidding myself in thinking she desperately wanted to?
"Thanks," I said to her, "you earned your keep tonight."
I was being paid a basic £240 and with bonuses it amounted to over £340. Even with Shani's share, I was raking in more than before.
"You wanna lift home?" I asked.
"No- no, my mum's collecting me."
I shot out the door, there was Bonita in a flash sports car. She waved. Shani shot past blowing a kiss, and the pair had sped away before I'd a chance of talking to my idol. Why had she rushed away?
I phoned Shani's home late next morning. Really I wanted to speak to Bonita, only I didn't have her mobile number. It was Shani who answered and had some excuse about her mother being busy.
Shani was very excited about her idea for creating fake orgasms when I get spent too quickly. Why not buy frozen cum, thaw it, and squirt it when necessary?
I nearly told how she was stupid, but I refrained. Cameras don't lie, and people could see it was not me ejaculating. She reckoned a second camera, switching at the crucial moment would solve that. Even so, even with my tablets, I can't force an erection when I'm spent. She was looking at it from a girlie viewpoint- as she could orgasm at will, she thought I should. She is green, I decided.
In the end, she said she'd buy some of the frozen spunk anyway.
All this chat made me more desperate than ever to get to Bonita. I decided I simply had to drive round to their home. I banged on their larger knocker.
"Ma- mama busy," Shani repeated, as I abruptly pushed past her.
She wasn't in the large sitting room. I tried another downstairs room, but slammed the door quickly when I saw it was empty, though full of whips and the like. Nor was she busy in the kitchen, but my search was rewarded in a small study. She was busy with the computer, two other screens showed activity at Cummy SIssies!
"Did you like my show last night?" I got straight to the point.
With a sigh, she drew away from her mysterious typing, looks like accounts, and as Shani hovered, she told her to go and make coffee.
"Loved it," she replied simply to my question.
"Really?"
"Yeah, shemales turn me on as Shani told you, and you're fast becoming one of the prettiest."
I blushed and tried to spit out my lusting for her. She didn't seem impressed. But my heart surged with hope when she explained why.
"You must have guessed that Shani wants you. She's got so few admirers, you must see that mum can't disillusion her own child. So sorry, though I'm burning for you to take me, for Shani's sake, I mustn't."
"You can both have me," I offered.
Apparently that wouldn't fit in with Shani's notion of love.
"Well, let's make love, without her knowing!"
She couldn't cheat on her daughter.
I was desolate... and desperate.
I dropped my pantie and lifted my dress to tempt her with my shemale beauty.
This might have worked, only Shani popped in with the coffee. Mum fed her some tale about checking me over for the business, whatever that meant, and I knew she had been on the verge.
Over coffee, Bonita pushed Shani's idea, I was sceptical. Then she told me of another Cummy Sissy option that was being introduced shortly. Would I like to try that? For a Basic £300 a session it sounded marvelous.
"BC please, with all my love."
Shani fetched another poster of Bonita, now trimmed to size so it nestled neatly twixt my breasts and my penis.
I connected a metal ring on the penis, wired to a computer.
This was controled by my Sponsor. With a device I didn't understand in their computer, it was they who made me masturbate! Or in this case, I knew it was Bonita who would be rubbing me from afar. It was crumbs from the rich lady's table, but I was swelling with the reflected pleasure of it.
Does Shani guess who my Sponsor is? I hoped not, we had tried to keep this secret.
The ring jerked into life. Wow! I was groaning myself, until I remembered that was Shani's job, and she was mistress of the art. Her screeches added to my craving to cum, she was beseeching me with her eyes not to be over generous with my Tribute, but that caressing of my bulging penis was more than any shemale could bear. I was wrestling with my bosoms as I spouted hot stuff all over Bonita, fervently wishing it was really her. It felt magnificent. That tribute was pretty spectacular too!
I needed respite, so for my interval show, as it were, I attached a wire to each of my nipples. Sponsors, could massage them, and there was a crowd of watchers as my little breasts were revolved this way and that. Most pleasurable was the tiny electric current that could be fed into my tits, the charge disbursing thru my body, electrifying it.
After this, I tried attaching the wire to my penis tip. Wow. As well as electrifying my body, it made my penis surge into life.
"This is better than your frozen stuff!" I teased Shani.
My words came back to haunt me, cos I was really spent after three hours, and we needed her thawed cum to complete the minimum five cumshots.
I tried in vain to take Shani home afterwards, it was deja vu, her mum whisked her off. I did have a mind to follow, and I did!
I parked nearby, and walked up the drive to their posh mansion. With some trepidation I was about to bang the knocker, when I heard what was surely Shani's familiar high pitched moaning.
My hands instinctively withdrew from the knocker, and I crept round to the living room, and was able to peer inside. What a sight!
Mother and daughter were both naked, they were crouched over a poster- wait a moment, it's that BC poster with my cum. That shouldn't be posted until tomorrow. Shani must have taken it from the Despatch Bin.
She's licking it! Licking MY cum! Mum's arm is cradled round her. Shani's in ecstasy. She's sucking in my cum voraciously as mum pets her child.
Now she turns to mum. She kisses mum and passes a share of my cum to where it should be.
Both girls open wide and display their trophies. Then with a whoop, they swallow.
A week passed, with my not having contacted either of them. But for my next session, Shani was in an expensive silk frilly dress. As I entered Cubicle 2, she was polishing my ring, and grinned at me.
Once more she took my breath away. I was more thinking of the morrow when I was due to undergo my final facial surgery to make me so very very attractive that Bonita could never resist me. Preparing for my end of year exams was miles from my mind.
"Me- me wanna not take any pay," Shani blurted out.
"What, you not staying?"
"No- no, no. Me say, you keep pay if you let me... let me..."
"Let you what?"
There was silence. Last time we'd taken nigh on £400, she was offering me her third if, if...
I expect you guessed quicker than I.
It was a brilliant temptation, outdoing even Eve on Adam. She knew my weakness.
"Once?" I looked at her.
"Er- once."
"I'll think on it."
"Pwease, pwease, Shani," she begged.
"Okay," I relented, and the first ping brought on my favorite BC.
"She'll want the ring," I explained to my assistant.
"N-no," Shani responded, and I saw with shock she hadn't taken up this option.
"I see," I nodded, "she knows what you wanted, and knows I'd agree."
Shani had already placed Bonita's poster in place and was fondling my little penis.
I reckoned I earned her share.
She caressed me, stroked me, at one point was gonna suck me, but that wasn't part of it, as I saw it, so she rubbed me fiercely after that, my cum pushing its flight to Bonita's boobs. She kept on as I frantically appealed to her to stop.
Her spare hand indicated the request for the screen which indicated a Repeat. Though this was her job, she deliberately hadn't deactivated that request and her spare hand grappled with my bosoms as she continued to masturbate me. I was sweating as her pulsing reaching a crescendo, and miraculously stiffened me enough to drip a consolation batch on Bonita's lower parts.
She let go at last and deactivated.
"Wovely," she cried.
"Not wovely at all," was my angry reply. "I'm spent right up."
Her answer was to wave some packets of frozen cum. I was too exhausted to argue.
She folded away her mum's cummy poster- I knew what its delicious fate would be!
We topped £450, or rather I topped it, as it was all going to myself.
In between my nipple antics, there'd been three loads of fake cum tributes. My penis had grown with the electric treatment, but I was too knackered for any ejaculation.
But for the last tribute of the night, I felt revived enough for my minimum quota of five tributes... unless you coun't that first as a double.
There were four bags of the unfrozen cum unused, Shani must have been anticipating a better performance from me.
As I slipped on the ring for the last time, I could see a begging look in Shani's eyes. No, I shook my head. We'd agreed Once.
She surprized me by fixing wires to my nipples. With the current on, small waves electricity were powering thru me, and making my nipples erect. I had no time to complain, for the camera was activated.
To a poster of film starlet ZD in her sissy bikini outfit, my Sponsor began their rubbing, and I was soon at point of ejaculation. I dutifully sprayed all over ZD's bikini.
I lay back, but couldn't relax as the pleasant current was still throbbing thru my nipples.
"Camera off," I called, "switch it off now, please."
She didn't. Her reply was to switch on the camera and wave the bags of cum with a Pity to Waste it look.
I was too much under the hypnotic spell of the current to argue. Besides it was gonna be pleasant!
"Mum, mummy's watching," she said as she filled a squirt with the frothy cum. She squirted it all over my now bare stomach, then a second load splashed over my bosoms, making the current heat them up to burning point.
She switched the current off thankfully, before spraying load three all over my face and pretty sissy hair. The final load was very pleasantly warm. I know cos she thrust it in my mouth and squeezed it all in and made me swallow.
"You deserve a bonus for that," she laughed, and left me to tidy up.
I missed the following week since I was still being made beautiful after surgery.
At long last came my next tribute night, when I looked so utterly stunning, a shemale like no other. I was certain Bonita would be won over.
Tonight Shani wasn't coming to help, I was pleased. I idly surmised her mum had told her she wanted me for herself. Well, she would after seeing me tonight.
I did well with the ring and though it was nothing like last time's bonanza, it was sheer pleasure being pampered into masturbating, lovely to be massaged on my nipples, and wonderful to anticipate Bonita's admiration, and more.
It didn't end exactly as I expected. I had planned to drive over to Bonita's, but she walked in as I was finishing.
"Good show," she congratulated me, "you looked stunning."
"I'll come back with you and you can see me for real," I promised.
"Well, not tonight, as Shani's at home, moping."
I liked the veiled suggestion she might another night. Bonita explained Shani was feeling down, as it had come home to her how I felt about her mum.
As we left, she told me to come and see her tomorrow.
I drove up to Bonita's posh mansion, in hope. Maybe I'd won her over last night. Maybe Shani would be out.
I strutted to the big knocker in my favorite zebra dress and six inch heels. I was here for the kill.
My excitement grew to fever pitch when she opened the door in the tasseled leather striped outfit I'd first seen her in.
"Snap!" we laughed.
I nearly burst on the spot when she told me she'd sent Shani out shopping. Then we went to that room with the whips. I was ready, very ready.
"I can offer you the chance for an extra £400," she began.
Was she gonna pay me for it?!
No sir, she was offering me the part in a film.
My mouth fell. However, money was money, so I asked how much time it would take up.
"Oh, only one day."
"But how come you are offering me the part? Are you the producer or what?"
"Yeah, that's kinda right, I'm executive producer, just a name really, the gals do all the work."
It explained her wealth, but she revealed more. She runs Cummy SIssies. She is the boss.
The film's title is Bonita's Cum Tribute. All I had to do was provide the tribute...
Naturally there was a catch. Shani would be helping. But the good news, Bonita's poster isn't being used, she herself is the star, the center of the action.
Imagining shooting my load over Bonita in person made me real hot.
I had saved myself up for the big day.
The atmosphere was charged with sex, that warm sunny day on a tropical-like sandy private beach in Devon.
A queue of unpaid extras, all volunteers, maybe 100 of them stretched along the sands preparing for when they reached Bonita.
She was sprawled elegantly under a palm tree in a flouncy chiffon turquoise dress, her attractive breasts glowing just under the surface. The front ones in the queue emerged as soon as they were at boiling point. A girl, evidently the producer, directed them to a vacant spot.
The first spot was out of camera shot above her. From here cum cascaded down over Bonita's hair, face or dress. Second spot was at one side, to these she turned to accept their offering, always beaming, sparkling as though this was her finest glory.
Third spot was face on and these cumshots blazed into her face. If she had no other distractions, she'd open up and take the load.
Sometimes they came from both sides, and one happy time she was splayed from what looked like all directions.
Some cum she displayed, liked a prize in her mouth, before dribbling it into a waiting bowl. Some, this slut ostentatiously swallowed, savoring the taste.
She looked bedraggled, happily wallowing in the tributes.
After the final cumshot, cameras panned over her froth covered hair, her face, her dripping chin and neck, to her soiled dress, her breasts happily transparent thru her soaking chiffon.
Now came my part.
First cameras took shots of my erect penis, presumably to mix in with other shots later.
Then the director began rubbing me, that was a wow, but it was only business (to borrow a phrase Shani used) she was doing it only for her camera.
I felt like her sex toy. A very contented sex toy. She certainly treated me more like a slave, ordering me to adopt various poses for her beloved cameras. Then "pee," she cried. I looked bemused.
"Shoot it out," she commanded, "we edit it later and turn it to cum!"
So I peed, several times, these shots she said, were for inserting into the action where cameras hadn't quite got "the necessary," whatever she meant.
While we were filming this, I noticed Shani for the first time. She was in identical outfit to her mum, and it looked to me as though she'd been touched up with splashes of cum - yep she was mum's stand in.
As we carried on, I saw her taking the bowl of cum and cameras caught her sipping it, in the manner of an expert wine taster, or rather cum taster. Presumably the star herself didn't wanna gorge on the cum.
I was now made up for my big scene. I did look a bomb in a blonde wig and flowing satin dress, as I sashayed towards Bonita. Mine was to be the Big Tribute, after she had quaffed the also rans, I came in with my big cumshot, this time right inside her mouth.
The essence of the scene was surprise when I dropped my satin pantie and raised my dress, revealing me to be shemale.
It went perfectly, until I saw that guiding my dick was not Bonita, but her stand in! Too late, I grasped their cunning. Already she was masturbating me, pulling me towards her opening....
"Cut," cried the exasperated director. "Look like you're enjoying it!"
This was adressed to me. Shani was burning with desire.
"Sorry, I- I thought...."
"Well don't. Just do it, like you love squirting her!"
Shani loved it for sure. I tried to approach her confidently, tried to imagine she were Bonita- she was dressed the part at any rate. As she pulled me towards her, fingers running over my erection in appreciation I did my best and brushed up to her pouting mouth.
Opened, it revealed a load of cum awaiting her pleasure. Mine mingled with it, some in fact by passed it and thundered directly down her throat. She half coughed, then smiled at me, showed off her mouthful and swallowed with a laugh.
It was the end of my film career, I was certain.
Back to the night job. Having failed my exams, I was searching for a career to exploit my qualities as a shemale. But most of all to win the object of my desire.
I had talked to her, and Shani, after the disastrous film. Bonita was optimistic for its success, financially, and she was as kind as she could be over my second rate performance.
For my part, I blamed it on not doing it with her.
She countered by offering me the full £2 a minute from Cummy Sissies. £500 for four hours.
What did that involve?
Live sex.
It's Cummy Sissies biggest earner, she tells me. Am I interested?
Depends if it's with you, was my answer to that.
Her reply was no revelation. Shani.
But the three of us had a long hard talk. Bonita had already made Shani understand that she was never gonna get the kind of love from me she craved. So she fixed it for me to bonk her if Shani would agree to me living with them. More specifically with Bonita.
Shani had decided to accept, probably hoping she might somehow get a look in with me when I was in their home.
Now all that had to be done was for me to accept. Do I want Bonita? Yep! How about her plain daughter...? I couldn't truthfully answer that, but the lure of Bonita I simply could not refuse.
It seemed an age since I'd performed at Cummy Sissies, with its sweet little posters and pwetty sissy dwesses. Somehow I had got sucked into a seedy world, far removed from the almost genteel sissies.
In the better equipped Cubicle 1, with three cameras, audio equipment, and a shower, Shani was on the bed, ready willing and waiting. She wore a pure white satin dress with numerous pvc tassels, in the manner of a bride. I sported my favorite zebra dress.
I had my penis ring to hand as required, she already had on a tiny ring clipped on her clit with current up to 40 volts controlled by sponsor.
Ping!
I activated the cameras for our two sponsors, slipped on my ring, and awaited instructions. These relayed to my earpiece.
Shani held out her arms.
Standing aside the bed, in some trepidation looking at this unattractive object, I tried to work myself into an enthusiasm I did not feel. Let's face it, this might be her only reward- ever.
"She wants you to rip the tassels off her dress," my orders came.
It seemed a shame to spoil such a pretty dress, but I was sure she wanted to be 'spoiled' herself. The only doubt was- how?
I strutted round the bed, bending every few secs to trap a tassel in my mouth, then jerking up, ripped it off. Each time she gave a little squeak. The camera caught the heap of discarded tassels spewed between her thighs.
"Now the dress," came the command.
My teeth grabbed a slice of the bridal dress under her neck. She uttered a wailing scream as I pulled, a rending sound echoing round the room as her naked breasts were exposed. Quite nice breasts actually. 38s. My ring began slowly to surge, forcing me into an erection that would have come anyway. My teeth completed the ripping of Shani so that her bare pussy danced before my eyes.
"Shove the tassels up her passages" came the kinky command.
This was something and a half!
My mouth stuffed in a bundle of 'em and my tongue pushed it up her vagina as far as I could.
"Handjob."
My fingers pushed them deeper inside. Another mouthful had bunged her up completely. A current passed between us, proving her clit had been activated. She was making the weirdest shrill squeaks you ever heard as I repeated the process with her other passage.
"Now her mouth. Let her suck!"
Vibrating in her mouth, my ring was pulsing furiously, she was like an animal possessed. I thought the ring was gonna bust.
I definitely was.
I pulled out so the full camera view of my coming ejaculation could be savored.
She opened her mouth craving my climax. With a shot on the usual Richter scale it crashed into her throat with a rare ecstatic moan from myself and a grateful scream from her.
It was over.
Oh no she wasn't!
She lurched up, torn dress in shreads, dribbled out my offering into a cum collector that was already brimming with thawed cum, and scratched off my beautiful zebra dress. That lovely dress ruined! She thrust me into her previous position. Was this in the script? She began pummeling my sweet little breasts with one hand, the other groping her lower passages.
"You're her slave," came the command. "Just let her get on with it. Relax."
How could I? I was near scared with the passion in her eyes as she licked, then bit my nipples. As she kissed them I felt my back passage being stuffed- with her tassels!
With a pile of 'em dangling out my backside her dripping pussy banged hard on my breasts as she turned round to give my wilted penis the works. A spare tassel tied round it pulled it tight, the poor little thing. She was desperate to get it erect.
On the screen I saw the tiny camera showing her in position on top of me as she turned round. The current raced from her clit to my penis. She pushed hard until the tingling forced me into a stiffness that defied nature. I was manhandled, or let's say shemale-handled, as she worked off her passion on me. With a final flourish she tipped the load of cum over our heads, the sticky stuff in her hair she artfully trickled into my open mouth. As she stood up legs astride my exhausted form, my latest offering slopped down over my breasts and face.
I'd earned every penny. When I regain my strength I'll be getting my reward! I leave the satisfied slut in Cubicle 1, and speed swiftly away, so that my true love can wank me however and whenever she pleases in her sumptuous mansion.
THE END
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