When Susan Met Dawn

By Lacey Femme

Published on Dec 31, 2023

Transgender

This was actually my very first chance to walk Susan home from a party. You'd think we'd have plenty to talk about, but the situation was intimidating. She couldn't really tease me about being such a little sissy when she'd done just as much sucking (and fucking!) as I had. I was afraid to say anything that might imply she was a slut, since that would be disrespectful. And I certainly didn't want her to realize just how jealous I'd been watching her be the center of so much love and attention. We were already moving outside of that judgement-free safe zone at the party house that mom had explained to me.

We just walked together quietly at first and I began to realize that I had a little problem. My clit was still hard from sucking cock and it wasn't going down. I had neglected to jack off at the end of the party, since we were all so distracted by Susan joining in that I had missed my usual cum bath. My little girl was poking up out the top of my panties and I could see the bulge beneath my dress each time we passed under a streetlight. It wasn't a very big bulge, fortunately, and I couldn't tell whether Susan noticed it or not.

The silence was awkward and we needed to talk about something. "That little tie-dye tee shirt looks so hot on you." Clothing seemed like a safe subject.

"Thanks. I threw it on when my plans changed at the last minute and I could join in the fun for once. It's nothing special but it shows what I've got. And it's easy to take off when the time comes."

That made me envious again, but I didn't say anything.

"Oh, sorry. Guys like your looks, too." And my sparkling personality. This was starting to resemble a conversation between a pretty girl and a plain one who were friends.

"It's fine." I tried to be gracious about it. "It was an amazing evening. I've never sucked cock with anyone else before or, um, eaten pussy. Thanks for coaching me and sharing all that cum."

Susan giggled but I still worried I might have accidentally shamed her. Neither one of us had gotten enough boys, cocks, and cum tonight, but being a slut must be different for her. She was a girl and I honestly wasn't, no matter how many times people called me "she" and the thing between my legs a "clit." Society wasn't going to accept either one of us, but I was just a little fairy completely outside the bounds of male behavior while she was still judged against all the usual expectations for a "nice" girl. Accepting who she was might actually be harder on Susan than for it was for me.

We could ponder that subject for a lot longer than it would take me to walk her home. And there was a much more obvious question I was curious about now that we had opened up and started talking.

"Why tonight? What was different from all those other times you got me started sucking cock and left early? Did someone say exactly the right thing, or maybe you just had one more beer?"

Susan seemed annoyed, like she had to spell out something in detail that she really shouldn't have to explain. "Like I said, plans changed at the last minute. There was a cancellation and it was too late to reschedule. I decided to have some fun fucking around since I don't have many chances anymore."

I was confused. "A cancellation?"

"Yeah, with a customer."

"A customer ... oh, I didn't know!"

"You must be the only one who doesn't by now. I'm a whore, Dawn. A teen prostitute."

"I'm sorry, Susan." I was stunned and really didn't know what else to say.

"Don't be. It's not your fault. It's not so bad, really. I like all the attention and sexy clothes. Some of the men—and even a few women—are pretty hot, and no one expects me to do anything I really can't handle. I even work right in my own bed at home mostly. But it's a drag being told who, where, and how I have to fuck. And I miss not having a boyfriend, if you can believe it. Nobody wants a whore."

"Why do it, then? You've got parents."

"My dad got into huge gambling debts. The bookies beat him up when he got too far behind, and told us we'd have to work it off this way. He'd be dead otherwise, Dawn. It sucks, but I should be done by summer at the rate I'm going. They're bookies and it's just a contract for them. A real written contract. We even get monthly statements, itemizing the services we've—I mean I've--provided in which hole. It could be worse."

That was hard to imagine. I'd been afraid of suggesting Susan might be a slut two minutes ago and now I knew all of this. I was angry and upset for her, but at the same time I couldn't help but wonder what it might feel like to have your body owned by someone else and rented out for profit. My clit got harder thinking about being told "who, where, and how I have to fuck." I wanted to hear more, and not entirely because I was concerned about Susan.

"How long has it been?" I hoped that I sounded sincere.

"It started about a year ago, but then they began demanding most of my time last fall. Just before I introduced you at the parties, in fact. They told me I couldn't give it away any more, and I felt bad about what that meant for all the guys. Then you tried asking me out, and I realized you'd make a great replacement because you liked sucking cock at the park so much. Plus, I just wanted to sissify you! I knew I could do it with just a little coaxing since you had such a crush on me." She winked.

Who knew? I wasn't exactly a whore, but Susan had been moving me around on her chessboard like a little cock sucking pawn. She'd duped me into becoming a substitute sissy slut for "all the guys" without me having a clue. Mom kept on telling me I just was made this way, but I'd been getting plenty of guidance and encouragement from a whole team of people. You might even want to call it grooming and manipulation if you were feeling paranoid. I wondered what other plans they had in store.

My mind had wandered, and now Susan was the one worried about me. "You OK, Dawn? You're not upset I set you up like this, are you? I was just trying to help, honest."

"Oh no. It's kind of exciting, really." My clit was about as hard as it ever got by now.

"I thought so." Susan gave me a big hug. I knew we should be saying goodnight now, but I couldn't help thrusting up against her and she finally noticed how aroused I was.

She backed away slightly but kept me between her arms. "You're not kidding about being excited! I know you didn't get to cum at the party tonight, but I think you really do like me, don't you?"

"Yes, Susan, I really do. It's not just the lingerie talking. You're my only one."

"That's so sweet, Dawn! Well, you can't go home to mommy this way, and it sort of is my fault. Let's take care of you."

We moved around to the side of the house where we had at least a little concealment from the street. Susan knelt down, lifted up my dress, and pulled down my panties. She took my clit in her mouth and started sucking before I even knew what was happening. It was incredible, like nothing I had ever felt before or could even imagine. My legs trembled and I was moaning in seconds. Then I was cumming in Susan's mouth just moments after that.

I think I came harder for Susan than I ever had before in my entire life. it was such a surprise, and her mouth was just incredibly talented. There was no comparison at all with jerking off. I was thinking "so this is what it's like," and hoped I could make guys feel even half so good when I sucked them.

Susan stood up and hugged me again after she finished. She kissed me and we played with my cum in our mouths until I swallowed. "Is that better, Dawn? That was a big load, but I think I caught all of it. Any cum I missed is down around your clit on your panties and the inside of your dress. Mommy probably won't even notice, since it isn't all over your neckline and shoulders the way it usually is."

Susan had actually used her confessions about being a prostitute and sissifying me for sport to her advantage. Sucking me off was just another means of control. She was in my head now more than ever.

"Goodnight, Susan. Can I call you?" I couldn't help but feel we were somehow getting closer now, no matter what we'd done and admitted to earlier in the evening.

"Of course, Dawn. I had a great time tonight."

She unlocked the side door and went inside. She turned on the light, and I could see the curtains on the back window swaying slightly. Someone had been watching us. I thought we'd moved over to the side yard to limit our exposure, but maybe it had been the other way around.

[To be continued. Send comments to laceyfemme@yahoo.com, and please consider making a donation to Nifty at https://donate.nifty.org/ .]

Next: Chapter 11


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