Do you like my name? It's a stage name, of course. Performing twice nightly at the Spiked Heel Show Lounge in Chicago.."Titty LaRue and her SheMale Revue". I've been doing it for a few years now, working my way up from chorus performer to the fabulous sensation I am today!
Picture this, love....tall, beautifully coifed and gowned, dripping with jewelry, and statuesque! And my titties are legendary! They're huge! 42D! And they're luscious...the best breasts that money could buy!
My natural hair color is a light brown, but these days it is shoulder length and darkish blonde. It works really well when I do my Streisand impression...and I love doing Streisand songs...the classics - "Don't Rain on My Parade" and "My Man".
I really go by the name Elizabeth, after my dear mother. I was born to be Daniel though.
Well, my sets are done for the night, and I sit here in my dressing room, full of wigs, gowns and makeup, I look upon my reflection in the mirror to see my own image, with globs of sticky mancum splattered all over it. My manager, Roland, just came to my dressing room to "talk business".
His cum has always been thick - and hot! Roland enjoys having the last word I'm afraid...kind of a "cum in your face" kind of a guy.
Roland's been my manager for years now. We were lovers for a bit when I first started dressing up. He encouraged me to find my true self, and he quickly moved me into his apartment. At the time I was a 22 year old bank teller, a nerdy male with no direction.
Roland was only a few years older but was so much smarter than I. He always knew exactly what to do. - so decisive. He's black and never had it easy as a kid, unlike the crowd I grew up with. He looked out for me, and made me dress for him whenever I was home, in his presence or not. He started taking me out as a women only a few months after we hooked up. He was so nice, and I felt so safe with him. And he was gentle at first.
The first time Roland seduced me it was very romantic - he had invited me over to his place after we met, and when I showed up he gave me a pink rose, a pink rose for his pink skinned boy. Before the end of the night I had submitted to him and pleasured him with my mouth twice. He played with my body and delighted in the fact I had worn panties for our date...he kept me in them, manipulating my little cock and my tight hole through the panties all night. When he saw me in the panties he just smiled, and kissed me deeply as I swooned. I never did get off myself at that date, although I had masturbated at home in bed thinking about sucking his cock.
Roland used to make fun of my little cock, and liked to make me stroke it to climax as he pinched my nipples and made me hold his real man's cock in my other hand.
Roland fucked me on our very next date and I couldn't get enough of his solid 10 inch cock up my hole, which Roland told me to start calling my pussy, and to start calling my cock a sissy clit. Roland helped me to see who I was, and to accept it.
I was blissfully happy at the beginning. Roland was so nice, so sweet to me. I felt so fulfilled!
Roland introduced me to one of his friends - Patty - and he asked her to help me with makeup and girly things, and she agreed. I was embarrassed at first, but dropped that quick enough. Patty taught me how to apply makeup, helped me pick out a wig and some clothes.
I loved it! I loved being a girl. And I was pretty! A little tall, but nicely proportioned, with a wonderful bubble butt and thankfully very little body hair. I never felt like much of a success as a boy, but as a girl I felt powerful - like I could get Roland to do what I wanted if I was extra sweet to him.
Roland made it very clear though, who was boss a few weeks later!
I had been living full time with Roland for a month or so, all my things moved in and delegated here and there by Roland, excited about my first real gay relationship, and getting more and more feminine every day.
One Saturday afternoon we were relaxing in the living room - Roland in a pair of boxers and a T shirt, me in a cute little black skirt with a black and white striped blouse, black hose and pumps - my makeup all perfect and my wig combed prettily - when the door knocked.
Roland continued to watch his college bowl game and I looked up at him in panic from my Martha Stewart Living magazine. He ordered me to answer the door - me! All dressed up! No one had ever seen me like this besides he and Patty. I dropped my magazine and shaking, went to the door. I opened the door and there was one of Roland's buddies - I recognized him. His name was TJ. TJ asked me if Roland were here, I nodded, and he pushed passed me into the apartment and to the living room where Roland sat watching his game. I decided to leave them alone, plus I was embarrassed being dressed and I went to the bathroom to check my makeup and make sure my blouse was tucked properly into my short tight little black skirt.
"Hey Liz...where are you? Get me and TJ a beer, baby!"
I heard him call out and brought out 2 beers for the boys. I kept my head down. From this position though I could see TJ groping a very obvious hard on through his jeans.
"Hey, dude - Is your bitch as hot as she looks?"
"Hotter! She's got the hottest mouth and the tightest ass you've ever felt!"
I was so embarrassed as Roland talked about me like this!
"So how hard was it for you to turn this white boy into a sissy slut?"
Roland just laughed as I gasped.
"It wasn't very hard, dude. She was already pretty much a weak white little faggot when we met. I found out she wore panties, which is perfect cuz she's a pussy, right? She fell in love with my cock and then me pretty quick. Once I was fucking her steady I moved her in and got Patty to teach her how to be all girly. It wasn't much of a stretch though, bro...she was acting like a bitch before she ever got in a skirt...once she got a taste of my big snake"
"Yeah yeah, you're not the only brother with a big old dick, you know..."
They both just laughed as I stood there, not knowing what to do, I could feel my eyes welling with tears, and I started to cry a bit hearing the man I loved talk about me so impersonally.
"Elizabeth, honey, come on over here and sit next to me!"
Part of me didn't want me to join Roland on the couch, but I instinctively obeyed him.
I sniffled as I sat down, smoothing my skirt out underneath me and keeping my legs together as Patty taught me. Besides - I loved the feeling of my shaved stockinged legs rubbing against each other.
TJ just watched me intently.
"I can't believe this girl's got a cock in her panties!"
"She doesn't - you should see the pathetic little thing! It's no wonder she's a bitch!"
"Take my cock out of my shorts, and stroke it gently with your hand, bitch!"
I shot a hurt look at Roland but did what he said. I found his almost hard cock resting and pulled it out of his boxers. I gasped. I always gasped when I held it or sucked it. It was so big! I loved the way it throbbed for me!
"Man, Roland, you got that bitch trained! I just gotta let my own monster free...it's getting so damn hard!"
I resisted the urge to look, but heard TJ unzipping his pants, briefs and removing them. The smell of cock filled the room. TJ sat back down and spread his legs as he watched me stroke his buddy's cock.
"TJ scoot over on her other side, man!"
I felt the heat of TJ's leg up against my stockings and I was starting to get really horny. I shot a glance at TJ and his cock was a little smaller than Roland's but it was fatter, and it was oozing!
"Sissy, stroke TJ with your other hand. Be a good hostess!"
I wrapped my fingers around TJ and started to stroke him as well. Both cocks were pretty hard and getting really juicy.
"Liz, honey. I think it's time you got on your knees and sucked your Master"
I did it. I dropped to my knees. I never thought of Roland as my Master...
"Do it!"
I took the head in my mouth and relaxed. I wanted to suck him, even if TJ watched. I sucked him slowly and really got into it.
"Now suck TJ"
I looked right at him with a blank stare.
"Do as you're told - suck him now!"
With a dumb smile on his face TJ spread his legs wide and I got into position. I reached out with my tongue and licked the head. It was pretty tasty! I took more of it, and I moaned with another hot cock in my mouth.
I was used back and forth between these two hot guys! I was dressed so pretty and I felt an occasional hand lean over and slap my ass or finger my panty covered hole! It was like I was in a dream or something. I was still stunned by what Roland was making me do, and the fact that I was doing it!
I felt betrayed and hurt, but I acted like a fembot and pleasured the both of them.
TJ had a magnificent cock, and I soon had it spurting in my mouth. I swallowed the cum as quickly as possible so it wouldn't leak out of my mouth and ruin my makeup. As soon as TJ was done he pushed me away, pulled a twenty dollar bill out of his pocket and gave it to Roland.
"Thanks for the use of your whore, man! I gotta fly!"
TJ left and Roland showed him out as I stayed there on my knees before the couch, the taste of TJ's cum still strong in my mouth.
As Roland returned to the living room I asked him..."how could you do this to me?"
"Oh c'mon baby, it wasn't so bad. You love sucking cock after all, and the extra money will come in handy. It costs money to buy makeup, wigs and clothes you know!"
"But I already give you my paycheck, Roland!"
"Well that's not enough. Now get your whiny but very pretty mouth over here on your man's cock...watching you suck off my buddy really turned me on!"
Yes, that day was a real life-changer. I saw Roland for what he was, and recognized my place in our relationship. Now 15 years later, though we are no longer steady lovers, Roland still has his power over me.
Looking in the mirror I cleaned up the remains of his cum on my face and tits and prepared to go put into the club to meet gentlemen.
Titty LaRue was about to make another appearance...
TO BE CONTINUED