From alt.sex.stories.tg Sun May 5 00:46:51 1996 Path: mordred.cc.jyu.fi!news.csc.fi!news.eunet.fi!EU.net!uunet!in1.uu.net!news.i-link.net!usenet Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.tg Organization: I-Link Lines: 283 Message-ID: TcigxY5falmJ090yn@i-link.net Reply-To: LabRat@i-link.net (Karen Mitchell) NNTP-Posting-Host: austin-2-8.i-link.net Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit
I did not write this and you must be 18 or over to read it as it may contain a great deal of adult explicit sexuality. If this is offensive do not read - delete file. For those of us who enjoy .... enjoy! Please do not ask for files by e-mail - I can barely keep up with what I have now.
HOOKER (by Elizabeth H)
I'm now 34 years old. I went to live with a "maiden" aunt when I was 11. She was and still is very repressed sexually with a hatred of men and a lesbian bent. She was about 40 when I went to live with her. My father left my mother when I was about 3. My mother became an alcoholic and was committed to an institution so Auntie agreed to take me into her home. Auntie worked, arriving home about six each evening. I was alone in the house from four or so until she returned.
I'd been there about three months when she decided I should put my free time to good use by doing housework. "After all," she said, "we both live here and I do the cooking so it's only right you do your share."
So, I learned to dust, vacuum, make the beds and wash the dishes. I was assigned tasks each morning and had to have them completed by the time she returned that evening.
Fall Cleaning time rolled around and I was assigned to wash the walls of every room. I was to start in her room and do one room each day. The work I did in her room wasn't satisfactory so, as punishment, when she arrived home the following night she took me to my room, stripped me and dressed me as an 11 year old girl would be dressed. When I stepped into the satin, lace and bow covered panties and slip I felt thrill run through my body. "Now, you will wear panties and a girl's undershirt each day. All day."
"Even to school?" I asked.
"Yes. Especially to school."
"But Auntie, the other boys will see them. They'll make fun of me."
"Maybe then you'll learn to do better at the tasks I give you. When you come home after school you'll change your under clothing and put on a dress, stockings and the girl's shoes I've bought for you. Do you understand?"
" es Auntie."
"There will be punishment if you don't."
"Yes Auntie."
So, each morning I put on a pair of the silky panties and undershirt under my boy's clothing and went off to school. I spent six months living in daily terror that one of the other boys would see my underthings, but no one did. I was greatly relieved when summer vacation arrived and I was, as yet, undiscovered. I thought it would be a pleasant summer with hours spent playing with other kids. Since few kids wore anything other then shorts and sneakers I supposed it was the end of girl's clothes for me. How wrong I was.
I was expected to do the housework each day -- wearing girl's underwear and a dress. Once my chores were done I could go out and play -- wearing girl's play clothes. My hair hadn't been cut since coming to live with Auntie, so it was quite long -- shoulder length at least and I easily passed as a girl to those who didn't know me and I made sure not to play with or be seen by kids who knew me.
School districts were changed that summer and I was assigned to a new school. None of the kids I knew were assigned to my new school. Auntie registered me at the new school as a girl. So, the first day of school I wore a new skirt, blouse, had my hair in pigtails to class. I was slightly embarrassed but managed to get through the first day without incident. When the first week and then first month passed without incident I thought I'd make it through the year without any problem. And, indeed I did.
I was not only dressing and acting like a girl at school and after school but wearing a nightie to bed bed each night. Auntie continued my effeminization by making me maintain my hair, use slight traces of make-up and making me wear a bra. The bra was v ery tight and what little excess flesh there was on my chest was drawn into the cups to simulate breasts.
Now, for punishment she administered enemas and made me hold the water in me until she gave permission for me to release it. Believe me, I toed the mark after the first enema.
She took me to psychiatrist friend of her's as anti-male as she and obtained two things from her. One was medical a medical order to have me castrated. The other was a prescription for estrogen which I was to take daily.
Auntie didn't waste any time having me admitted to a hospital and having the surgery performed. I couldn't walk upright for a month after the surgery. My voice should have changed about this time, but the combination of castration and estorgen prevented that and the growth of facial hair. I've never shaved my face in my life and have the voice of a young girl to this day.
My breasts blossomed and developed into a very respectable size -- at sixteen I was wearing a B-cup bra with a little excess spilling over the cups. My penis, however remained quite small. It never developed into anything to speak of.
At fifteen Auntie insisted I sleep in her bed. In the years I'd lived with her I'd never seen her in any state of undress so I was quite surprised at the marvelous body she kept hidden under her dowdy clothes. Her lingerie was very feminine as were her nighties. All covered with lacy and wispy. Nothing like the things I wore. The night of fifteenth birthday Auntie dressed me in a very sexy nightie, took me to bed and showed me how to manually gratify her sexually. We used that method each night for a week or so and then she taught me how to give her oral sex. Every night I had to provide her sexual gratification with one method or the other and sometimes both. Often on week-ends we spend hours in bed with me providing the sex play and her having orgasm after orgasm while I was sexually frustrated.
One Friday night she introduced me to a prostate massage by inserting a long, thin, flexible rod in my anus. I enjoyed it and even dribbled a little ejaculate on the sheet. The next time I found myself in the classic sixty-nine position (me on top) she inserted the rod in me and played with it until I "came" and she was sexually satisfied.
I usually did the marketing on Saturday morning. My birthday as on Saturday the year I turned seventeen. We hadn't celebrated my birthday since my fifteenth so when Auntie told me to wait until early evening to do the marketing on my birthday I didn't see anything unusual in it.
I returned home with bags of groceries and entered the house though the back door to put things away in the kitchen. When I was done Auntie suggested I go up stairs, bathe and get into something pretty for bed. I thought something afoot but didn't have any idea what. I suspected a special round of sex in her bed.
Since she loved it when I wore nylons and a garter-belt under my nightie I put on black nylons, a black garter-belt under a sheer black nightie slit up the side to allow free access to my body -- she loved to fondle my body and breasts during sex.
I called down to her that I was ready and she came up with a boy about my age following her. "Sissy," she said using her nickname for me, "this is Teddy. You're going to have sex with him. He wants oral sex. At last first and then perhaps anal sex with you on the bottom."
"But Auntie I can't do that."
"You'd better. Or you know what the punishment will be. Believe me, it will be the worst you've ever had."
"Yes Auntie." I said timidly, very scared of her punishment. She'd taken to tying me up completely immobile for hours on end and I hated it. Mostly I hated the gag and blindfold. She occassional whipped me while I was bound and gagged.
Auntie opened the door of my room for me and I entered it with Teddy following. He stripped wordlessly and laid on the bed awaiting my ministrations.
Timidly I played with his penis until it erected fully and then took it in my mouth. I felt his fingers twist in my hair and force my head up and down while my lips slid along the length of his ever hardening penis. After what seemed an eternity he ejaculated into my mouth. When he started ejaculating he pulled my head close to his body forcing his penis deep into my throat. I gagged but couldn't get free. In gagging and swallowing I swallowed what he'd spurted into my mouth. He held me with my nose pressed into his pubic hair for several minutes. His penis went limp but started to grow erect again. Silently, he extracted it from my mouth, rolled me onto my stomach, flipped the back half of my nightie skirt up and inserted his, now rigid, penis into me. I was amazed at the ease in which he entered me until I saw, later, he'd applied a great gob of vaseline to his shaft and my rectum.
While I hadn't really enjoyed performing oral sex on him I was getting into the anal part when I felt his belly slam against my buttocks and then felt the warm ejactulate spill into me. I wriggled my rear trying to prolong the session, but I only succeeded in causing his limpening penis to slide out of me. I was unsatisfied and wanted more so I took one of his fingers and inserted it into me forcing him to slide it in and out until I was satisfied.
I didn't realize until getting off the bed that Auntie had been watching us all the time. "Well," she said, "I see my little bitch likes having a man in her. I'll have to do something about that."
I always went to bed earlier than Auntie and if she wanted sex she would start the foreplay and I would pick it up from there. I usually performed oral sex on her for at least thirty minutes and then topped it off with a long hard session of manual sex. She would sometimes reciprocate with the wand massage, but I never held my breath waiting for it since she only did it when the mood struck her - which wasn't often. Well, you can imagine my surprise when, one night a week or so after the session with Teddy, I awakened to feel a greasy finger massaging my anus. I held still for fear of ruining the mood. Slowly, tentatively I moved my hips to invite penetration and sure enough, the finger slid into me. We were both getting into it now. I moved to my knees to elevate my buttocks and was rewarded with the pressure of a hand on each hip and felt the tip of a rigid penis touching my anus. In seconds the penis was in me we were moving frantically. I heard Auntie moaning, so I thought she was watching. It wasn't until the penis was extracted from that that I saw my "lover" had been Auntie. She was wearing a pair of flesh colored latex panties with the biggest dildo I'd ever seen -- about 8 inches long and 3 inches in diameter -- molded into the front. So, that had been the "penis" which had given me so much pleasure that night. I slid over to Auntie, took one of her erect nipples into my mouth and sucked like a baby while moving the penis up and down so it put pressure on her clit hidden under the tight latex. In minutes the shuddered as a powerful orgasm surged through her body. We each fell into an exhausted sleep. I awakened the following morning to feel the "penis" in me. Apparently she had inserted it sometime during the night and had gone to sleep with it in me. I wriggled my hips until the dildo was comfortably in place and then began sliding up and down on it continuing until I had five orgasms. Auntie played with my tits and clit (as we called my little penis) while I worked myself to frenzy on the "penis" and she filled the tight, leakproof panties with the juices of her multiple orgasms. We didn't get out of bed all week-end, except for an occassional drink and snack. I hated Monday when it came and I had to go to class while Auntie went to work.
Auntie and I had a tremendous argument the night I graduated from high school and the next day, while she was at work, I took a thousand dollars from her checking account, boarded a plane and went to New York. I took a one room apartment and went looking for work. I found I wasn't really qualified for anything so I decided to support myself, at least temporarily, as a hooker working the better bars and hotel bars. My first trick earned me a hundred dollars for head and my second a hundred and fifty for letting a man give me anal sex -- which I thoroughly enjoyed. I began having at least one trick a night. And sometimes three or four, and was making a decent living. After all, I wasn't paying any tax on my earnings and declared negative income on my tax forms that year and each of the next several years.
I was finally busted by the police after four years of hooking. I was arrested for prostitution and treated like any of the other women picked up for hooking. No one suspected I wasn't a "real" woman. That taught me a lesson. From that night on I have wor ked out of phone booth. It was so simple to do I'm surprised others haven't thought of it. I simply called the phone company, gave the number of a booth as my home phone and had them put call forwarding on the number. Then whenever the phone was called, the call went to the phone in my apartment. The ploy worked great for almost three years and then someone in the phone company figured out they were forwarding calls from a phone booth and cut off the service. Oh well! I simply rented a cheap room across town and used the phone for the same thing. I have my tricks call the cheap room phone and answer in my much better apartment.
That way I'm somewhat protected from the cops and kooks.
All my tricks seem to believe my explanation of "birth defect" when I offer anal rather than vaginal sex and they see my tiny penis or "huge clitoris" as I refer to it. All in all, I'm making a good living and having the time of my life. I know I'll have to stop hooking one day, but until then I plan to make the best of the situation and pile up as much money as I can. Maybe I'll do what military men do -- retire after twenty years -- only four more to go.