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Chapter One
Opening the wardrobe, I looked into the long mirror on the inside of the right wardrobe door. Sliding my hand between my clean hairless buttocks and down inside of my panties, worn reversed, for comfort, I curl my middle-finger inward, opening myself up a little.
I'm well-lubed and thinking of the email, as I ease my finger inside, as I watch my face: it'd been from young John, who I'd not heard from, in ever-such a long time.
He'd told me he had a friend in town that wanted company, so he'd suggested my company, telling the fellow how amenable I could be.
The fellow was willing to pay, to meet Sissy Slut Tina and, for her to let him use her, as his fuck-toy.
Then, just two day's after that, I got a second email, this time from Tony, his friend.
`Do you want to meet up then?' He'd finished his email, during which he'd described a half-dozen things that he'd liked to do to my body, most of which sound well-cool, although I'd agreed to all he suggested. I couldn't see why not.
Of course I said yes,' sphincter twitching with anticipation, at the idea of posing in photo's, which the fella talked of. I did so-like to pose, in something pretty, wearing lipstick, looking into his eyes, as he plays with my nipples; moments, just moments before I fall to my knees. He'd said he might put them up on his web-blog, of trannies I've fucked senseless'.
I had thought he was joking about it, when he first told me of its existence. And, now I've seen his pages, seen some of the entries and read his summaries of each encounter, I feel horny and, strangely fascinated by the whole thing.
Young John had told me, in one of his many emails, of forums he'd encountered, where he'd met men, many men who appreciated submission, from sissies like Tina, like me.
I've arranged to meet this fellow, who signs his blog John' up at the station, on the corner by the carpark; and I'm hoping he has somewhere nice, to use and abuse his sissy-slut Tina,'I think to myself, blowing my reflected self a lipstick coated kiss.
Chapter Two
Tony leans over, opening the passenger door from the inside of a large four by four. And, he's smiling, but the smile is scary and inside my panties, my little friend decides to hide.
The car is a big SUV and has smoked glass windows. He pulls a seat forward and tells me "Get in", in a very gruff voice"
`Oh gawd, what have I gotten myself into', I muse, doing his bidding and, finding his hand n my right buttock, as he squeezes, hard.
"You saw the website?" Tony asks, as I try to make myself comfortable.
"Yes," I murmur quietly, as I settle into my seat.
"Good," He says simply, turning ride, to take the wheel and turn the large vehicle into traffic; "So, at least you know what to expect?"
"Yes..." I admit ruefully, "anything and everything."
At this he laughs and, I'll concede to feeling to feel a little bit relaxed at hearing the sound of him laughing.
I've got my gear for the evening in my shoulder-bag. And, I'm clean and lubed up.
What more could a man want?' I think with a smile; but the hole of a willing slut?'
Suddenly I'm drawn from my reverie, by Tony's voice, "Because of the nature of the actions shots I want taken, later, I've arranged for company..." `What!?!'
"Who?" I asked, my voice rising in pitch, as I got panicky.
It was bad enough that slutty Tina would find her way to the web through the web, now I had to contend with a third party present, as I was paid, to endure and hopefully enjoy humiliation, degradation and penetration.
"My new secretary, Jane Trent. She's been with me for about six months as my PA..." He told me, as he turned the wheel and the big motor entered the car park of The Village Hotel.
"Can I ask Tony, how old is she?" And, almost as soon as I'd asked the question, I'd guessed the answer.
"She's sixteen," Tony told me, with a twinkle to his eye, " I got her on one of those government schemes."
And boy-I felt like I was going hot and cold, as I said that: `Sixteen?'
Chapter Three
So far things have gone well and so far, Tony has been real nice to me, since I dressed for him, then emerged to pose, to camera.
Finally he looks at his watch then, Tony sets his camera down begins to undress himself, "She'll be here soon."
My nipples are sore and the smell of poppers kinda fills the air and, truth be told I'm now dying to be fucked by this man, who has such an air of ... manness.
"Is she nice?" I ask, feeling very nervous of her presence here, as I reach for the drink he poured for me minutes earlier.
"That hardly matters, to you now, does it," Tony says to me, looking at a text on his mobile, "after all, you've been paid well, for this erm, photo-session,
And, I know he's right, I know he is and tell him so.
"You are a good slut," he says as he passes me, on the way to the door, to open it for Jane, for young Jane. And, she is young looking, I think and, could easily pass for younger still.
"Hiya," she says, bouncing in, quite literally. She's not small, within the confines of the abbreviated French Maid outfit, which John has gotten her to wear.
Gawd, she looks lovely, all long straight fine blonde hair and vivid blue-eyes.' And, what gets me, is the way that she is so accepting of Tony's nudity, kinda like oblivious to it, while I find myself looking at his hardon, bobbing up and down as he greets the teen at the door: it's cut, long and quite wide-looking and, the fellow is shaven, down there'.
"It's so good to see you Daddy!" She enthuses, throwing her arms round John's big braw neck, as she stands on tippy-toes. And now, I'm even more confused; but I offer Jane the camera, as Tony had instructed me to do earlier.
"Oh thanks," she says and, even kissing me on the cheek, prior to bringing the small screen before her eyes.
"I'm ready whenever you are Daddy..." She announces and, I think Tony sees the look of concern on my face and he strokes my cheek, "You're just gonna take a bit of a kicking..." he assures me. `Like what the fuck!'
And, in a quiet voice I ask, "Is she really your daughter."
"Stepdaughter," he tells me, now stroking my nipples, through my dress. And moaning, I flutter my eyes a moment, savouring sweet pleasure, a prelude to what?
"And yes, a few calls and, I got her on a government scheme and, well... the rest is history." Tony finishes, as he squeezes my nipple, hard.
Chapter Four
"Pull your dress up to your waist and get down on all fours!" He snaps, his voice, his entire manner, reason to do as I have been instructed.
So with Jane coming in close to film, I pull up the dress. My panties are worn reversed as usual, so my sex fell all-of a comfortable', the gusset and the rest, kinda cleaving my buttocks in two. And only my legs were fine black hold-ups, the dark manmade fire a real contrast to the pale flesh of my butt cheeks.
Once I'm on my hand and knees, he hands me a small brown bottle, the same on that I'd used earlier, as I posed for Tony, in some very suggestive poses, all designed to tease the viewer; "Sniff up and hold it in. Make like it was your last breath. `Coz Tina, if you don't do just as I tell you, that's what it might be..." And behind the lens, Jane titters, tittering as I breathe in and sniff up hard, on the fumes being released from the bottle.
And, Tony starts to kick me, his bare feet causing quite a bit of pain, as he kicks my buttock flesh and then my thighs. I'm thankful he's barefoot.
Suddenly I fall to my face, with tears welling in my eyes, tears that Jane captures, with the camera, smiling as she continue to film his abuse of my body.
"Nice," He drawls slowly, looking down at me crying, looking up at him, wondering what will be happening next.
"Show him honey..." Tony tells Jane. And I turn my head to her, watching her lift her skirt a little. She is naked, shaven and luscious looking and as she teases her clitoris with vigorous fingers, Jane looks at Tony with a grin.
"Do you think the slut likes my puss puss Daddy?" `Like it? It's lovely.'
"Do you like her honey pot Tina?" He asks me. And, it's a direct question, so I have to answer, so I do so by simply nodding.
"Uh-huh is that all such a lovely sight deserves?" He asks as she continues to frig herself, filming as he kicks my left thigh hard, "I want to hear you tell me, whether you like what you see, or not!"
He's given me a dead-leg and, the pain is incredible and I'm crying again as I tell him, "It is lovely Sir. Her puss puss is quite lovely, just like you said."
And, her eye watching the camera's screen, her left hand still busy, beneath the skirt that's fallen, she can see me turn my head to see him lube his hardon.
"My little girls going to lie back for you to lick her to satisfaction later. Right now though, your hole is mine. Here..." Tony hands me the poppers once more and I inhale, much as I had earlier.
"Are you ready?" He asks, as I hand the bottle back to him. I nod and he laughs, "Like it matters to me, you fuckin slut!"
And, he kneels, parting my legs as wide as he can, as I rest my chin on the back of my hand right hand, my arms crossed.
Easing the panties gusset to one side, he presses the mushroom head against my lubed hole and, his hands on my hips, he leans forward, as I open wide with his entrance.
Soon, very soon, he gegins that old in-out movement, that has me wondering whether he's tearing me up inside, he feels so-big!
"The sluts crying Daddy," Jane says, as she focuses the lens on his length, as he grunts, with each thrust.
"They're tears of pleasure honey..." he informs the teen and, I close my eyes, thinking `Oh no, they're not.'
He doesn't care if there's pleasure in his fucking, for me and, I knew that before entering the room, but I had hoped that I might enjoy laying here, on the carpet, my hole being filled by a real man.
He keeps fucking me hard and deep and leaning onto my back, he reaches forward, teasing my nipples with his big fingers, as he begins to bite the right side of my neck.
Tony is marking me, as his bitch. I can't blame him. After all, he's a man and me?
I'm just his slut, Sissy Tina.