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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
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
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.