Satan's Sissy

Oh you stupid little faggot! You just had to go and get married to a woman! Why?? Why fuck up some poor girl's life like that? Was it because you crave humiliation, and subconsciously you knew it would be just a matter of time before you got caught, and you would be outed publicly? Outed as a pole smoking homosexual who was more at home in frilly skirts and high heels, than in a shirt and tie! And then not only your wife, but your parents, siblings, co-workers - everybody would know just what a disgusting little pussy you really are. Or did you seriously think that when you married Danni that she would make you straight? If so, I guess that little notion was driven out of your silly little head when, within weeks of your marriage, you couldn't keep the thoughts out of being with a man when you were having sex with Danni. You knew you were doomed almost from the start - didn't you, bitch?

How long did it take - 9 months, a year - before you started back cross dressing when Danni was out? And how long after that did you make your first trip back to an adult bookstore, dressed in high heels, lipstick and short-shorts, to suck cock in the privacy of the video preview booths, calling yourself "Shari!" Man, that first hot swallow of jizz tasted SO fuckin' GOOD! Remember? After not having it for so long? Remember how goddamn SWEET it tasted? And how downright SEXY you felt, stripped down completely nude except for your 4 inch high heels, squatting between a big man's hairy legs, as you gave him a hot, mouthwatering BLOW JOB! Running your fruity little hands all over those muscular hairy legs, feeling them start to shake, and you laughed silently because you knew - didn't you sissy - that when a man's legs shake like that he's about to cum? God you're disgusting!

Remember that afternoon when Dani found your stash? And when she went through your PC and saw all the disgusting things you had written in your "private" journal, remember the names she called you? Remember how humiliated you felt as your wife called you a disgusting "Faggot??" And told you to get the fuck out? But that's what you wanted, wasn't it, sissy? You wanted to be humiliated, because that's part of your nature. It's why you like it when other men bitch slap you around, or piss in your mouth! Dani told you that she had doubts about you from the beginning, that her friends had told her they thought you were gay. And they had been right!

So you packed your shit and were about to leave, when she suddenly did a 180 and told you to wait - that she was willing to forgive you - to help you. And you went into the bedroom and had the best sex of your marriage. She got on top of you and fed her tits into your mouth as her hips bucked your stiff cock. For a few minutes there you actually felt like a man again. And later, Dani never mentioned what she had seen again. And you purged - threw out all your girlie clothes and high heels, lipsticks, compacts, etc. But within 6 months you had it all back - and more. And you were a regular at the adult bookstore again too - sucking cock and letting horny men fuck you in the ass! Whimpering in naked pleasure in the buff arms of some macho man, as he humped your feminine buttocks.

One night, you went out on the avenue near the adult bookstore to stroll the streets. You were wearing high heels, a halter top, and a frilly little skirt. You didn't have to do this - I mean, you had all the cock you could want in the safety of the adult bookstore! But you just had to kick it up a notch, because - why" Because it felt so daring? So you went out on the street, dressed like the sweetest little bitch in town, and hustled men for money. You had already sucked a few men off in their cars, when a hot looking man pulled up beside you in a Dodge Ram pick up truck. "How much for a blow job, honey?" he had asked. And when you told him "Forty bucks, sweetie," you found yourself in handcuffs, arrested for prostitution, and no amount of tearful pleading could get you out of it. The cops didn't even know you were a guy until they booked you into the county jail and stripped search you. It was in all the papers and this time Dani left you.

And at work, everyone averted their eyes when they saw you coming. But you heard the whispers and muffled laughter after you passed. The judge put you on community service and you paid a fine. And, you had to register as a sex offender. You went full on woman after that, and ended up getting arrested again, and this time getting 6 months in the county house of correction. While you were inside, you were known as Pretty Pinkie, and the man who owned you turned you out to whore for him. So, ironically, you went to jail for being a whore, and you became an even bigger whore while you were locked up. You ended up getting 2 year as an habitual criminal, when you were arrested on the same charge for the 5th time in little over a year. When you got out you were covered in jail house tattoos, gang signs on your buttocks, and the name "Jose" tatted on your neck.

When did it all start for you, ladyboy? How old were you when you realized how hot and sexy you looked in the full length mirror, wearing nothing but some of your mom's red lipstick, and a pair of her sexiest high heels? That was only a few weeks after you had gotten down on your knees and prayed - not to God, because you knew God would never grant suck a request - but to Satan, and you begged him that, if he would make you a woman, you would serve him, both on earth now, and for eternity later - in Hell! Then you had masturbated, and when you came, remember how foolish you felt? God?? SATAN?? What were you - a comic book character? So you put it out of your mind, even when you found yourself nude in high heels and lipstick - looking every inch the woman you prayed to be. Then came the dog - the Rottweiler. Was it a coincidence that his name was Lucifer? He belonged to JJ, your mom's boyfriend, and they both moved in together about a month later. The dog was unnerving, the way he stared at you, like he knew something, some secret. He was always sneaking around quietly; you'd look around and he'd be sitting there - was he smiling, that fucker?? Then he'd turn and walk into another room.

One afternoon when they were both at work, you were lying in your bed nude, a coat of fresh lipstick on your pouty lips, you stiff dicky in your hands, and you were masturbating. You heard a slight noise - Lucifer - standing there, watching. You sat up - remember? - and beckoned the animal to you. He came to you, sniffing around your groin, giving your penis a tentative lick. You groaned as he began lapping and licking hungrily around your dick and balls. You raised your silky legs, exposing your little pink anus, and he hungrily licked and gnawed on your asshole. That's when you spotted the bright pink of his penis, emerging from the sheath of black fur. You reached for it and held the stiff cock in your hand. The dog whined and became excited. In a million years you had never thought of having sex with a dog - yet, here you were, seemingly knowing exactly what to do. Who - WHAT - was directing you? You ended up having anal sex with the dog, and it was wild! He licked your asshole before jumping up on your bare back, and his erect cock found the mouth of your anus. He went crazy hunching you like you were his bitch and you were mating! You felt fear, momentarily, as his teeth nipped at your back and neck, and he took the back of your neck in his jaws as he fucked you, his menacing growl in your ear.

After that you had sex with the dog almost every day. Your body was covered in red scratches from Lucifer's paws. The dog was now your master, and you were indeed, his bitch. But nothing lasts forever, and JJ moved out, taking Lucifer with him.

But you were hooked now. Just jerking off wasn't going to cut it. You were horny all the time! You knew you looked good when you dolled up and acted lady like - with your small, delicate frame, heart shaped chin, and full lips - you looked like a bitch. At first just going out to the mall in skirts and heels was enough. But the looks and attention you were getting from men, made you want more. Flirting with them wasn't enough; you wanted sex! There was this cute black guy who hit on you every time he saw you, he made it clear he wanted to fuck you. And you wanted him too. So you accepted his invitation and went to a motel with him. And when he found out you weren't really a girl, he beat you within an inch of your life. You were lucky not to be killed! So you learned a valuable lesson; men don't like being fooled.

Around that time you began hanging out in adult bookstores. You found out that men have sex in the video arcades in the back - queers mostly - but a lot of straight men went there too, just to get a quick blow job. Your favorite thing was to get a booth, strip nude, unlock the door and wait. A cute young thing like you got LOTS of action, and you perfected your cock sucking skills there. One night you saw a tranny hanging out in the arcade. She looked good, but was obviously a guy. She was the one who told you about the market for girlie bois among straight men. So you went home, put on some heels and a dress, and - got more cock than you could handle.

Eventually you had a religious experience and were baptized in a Christian church. You purged all your feminine things and renounced Satan. That's where you met Dani. She was attractive and feminine, and you both hit it off. Thoughts of cross dressing and sucking cock still occasionally crossed your mind, but you believed that, with the power of prayer, God had "cured" you. 

Now you find yourself squatting between some black man's legs in a prison cell, you white body covered in prison tats, sucking his cock for 2 candy bars and some Ramen noodles. These you would take back to your pimp. It took awhile, but you know now who owns you - Satan! He has perverted you - God's creation - into a twisted version of a real woman!

LADYBOY LIVING

I’m just sitting around, painting my toenails, and thinking how blessed I am to have been born a sissy. Of course, it wasn’t always that way – I wasted so much of my life trying to fight my reality. It wasn’t until I went through puberty and I saw that I was not developing physically like the other guys my age that it really began to concern me. I saw them, with their voices deepening, their jaw lines becoming bigger, hair on their arms, chests and legs, and all that. While I still had my heart shaped chin and small boned delicate features. And while they were putting on muscle, my skin stayed soft and – worse – I began to grow breasts! I went to a doctor, and she said that my body was producing estrogen, and not testosterone. She advised that we wait and give it time to maybe sort itself out. It never did. I was SO ashamed of myself. I’d look at my bare body in the full-length mirror and what I saw was a girl, a girl with a small penis. I really hated myself. I also began experimenting with cross-dressing then too.

I remember the first day it happened; I was 18. It was almost as if something was guiding me. Mom was at work and I was lying around naked and jerking off to sex magazines. I used to convince myself that I was straight because the girls in the magazines made my dick hard. Anyway, after cumming on my sheets, I began wandering around the apartment and found myself in Mom’s room. I began rummaging around in her dresser and opened her panty drawer. Mom was single, and at that time was in her late 30s. She was always sexy and had a lot of boyfriends. On impulse I picked up a pair of her lacy black panties and put them on. I could feel my dick stiffening. I went to her closet and selected a pair of 4-inch high heel pumps and slipped my small boned feet into them. Then back to the dresser, where I grabbed a red lipstick and applied a generous coat to my full, pouty lips! Oh MY! I was a sexy WOMAN! I couldn’t believe it. I masturbated furiously and shot cum all over the full-length mirror! I was immediately disgusted with myself and couldn’t get the underwear, shoes and make up off quickly enough. But, as you probably know, this began a routine I would follow - off and on - for the rest of my life.
     
My first sexual experience - as you might imagine -was homosexual. He was a guy who hung out with us. Most of the guys looked up to him because he was older. He was always pretending to wrestle with the guys, and some of them joked that he might be gay! He didn’t LOOK gay to me. He was big – about 6, 2 – and had a lot of muscles. He was half black and had spent a couple of years in jail for something. He came across as a tough guy. A lot of times I caught him checking me out when he thought I wasn’t looking. One time our eyes locked and he smiled and I turned beet red and looked away. After that all I could think about was Jay – that was his name – Jay.

I began going over to his apartment by myself, and making excuses about how I thought the guys were there, even though I knew damn well they weren’t. Jay used to let us hang out at his place. Sometimes we’d watch porn. One night I was there and Jay put on some interracial porn. It was a hot night and Jay had the windows open. It was dark, and only the lighting from the television cut the darkness. Jay was on the sofa next to me. He was just wearing a pair of boxers and I had shorts and a t-shirt on. The porno was really hot. A cute blonde whore was having sex with 8 big black men! I heard Jay sigh loudly and when I glanced over, he was squeezing his huge boner through his boxers! I could see a big wet spot on the material of his shorts! He saw me looking and he took it out. It was fuckin HUGE! I looked away – intrigued and embarrassed. “Feel of it, Kevin,” he said, reaching out and taking my small hand and bring it to his erection.
     
He groaned loudly as my fingers encircled it and squeezed. “Oh, KEVIN!” he said. “Stand up, honey.”

I stood up and he told me to strip for him. Now I was horny too, and I stripped off my clothes and stood completely naked in front of him. “Fuckin’ BEAUTIFUL body!” he exclaimed, as his big rough hands went to my buttocks and he ran his hands up and down my bare legs! I shivered and put my hand on his hairy thick wrist. He raised his buttocks up off the cushion and slid his boxers off. What a MAN! All big naked MUSCLES! So fuckin’ HANDSOME!
     
I got down between his knees and ran my fruity little hands all over his BIG HAIRY LEGS, and bent my head to give my first blowjob. I had seen enough porno to know what to do, and I eagerly began sucking Jay’s sweet hard cock. I was so eager that Jay had to stop me a few times. “Watch the teeth,” he admonished. Gradually I learned to ease up and after a couple of minutes I felt his legs trembling and he shouted out, flooding my pretty mouth with cum juice!
     
We had sex 4 more times that night. No fucking, just a lot of making out naked and me sucking his cock. I awoke in the morning with the bright sun in my eyes, and my sweaty bare body next to Jay’s I was half lying on his chest and I was shocked. What the fuck had I DONE?? I’m not a QUEER! But I knew now that’s exactly what I was. Jay and I went out and he bought us breakfast at the diner. We didn’t talk much, just kept looking at each other. We drove around and got back to the apartment around 8 p.m. As soon as we got into the staircase and out of sight of the public, I felt Jay’s arm encircling my waist, his hand on my ass. I smiled to myself. I was getting horny again.

We put on some more porn only this time there was no pretense. We both got naked and I curled up next to my boyfriend. We watched the video, my hand playing with his cock. We began making out and I knew what I wanted. I wanted to suck that sweet cock! Jay picked me up, like I didn’t weigh anything, and carried me into the bedroom, placing me gently on the mattress. I wanted to blow him badly, but he kept telling me, “later.”  We made hot love and romance and Jay’s thick fingers were in my ass hole. I was squirming around. I wanted to be fucked!  “Oh, Jay – wanna fuck me, honey?” I begged. It wouldn't be the last time I begged a man for his cock!

He lay back and pointed to his cock; “Suck it first, sissy,” he said. Well, I didn’t have to be told twice. I was all OVER that hard boner! As I blew him he kept feeling of my bare ass and legs. “You ready to get fucked?” he asked me.

I was MORE than ready. The room was dark and the windows were open, and I could hear the cars and people talking on the street below. The only light was from the bathroom, which adjoined the bedroom. “There’s a tub of grease in the medicine cabinet,” Jay told me. “Go fetch it.”

I got up and went toward the bathroom. Jay was saying things like: Oh, BABY! That is so fuckin’ SEXY! That’s it – walk like a girl, sissy! Wiggle that fine ASS, girl!”

You have NO idea how his words inflamed me as I walked to get the grease – the grease that was going to enable that big hard cock to go in my sexy fuck hole! I grabbed the jar of Vaselino and looked at it; there were black pubic hairs on it – JAY’S pubic hair!

I walked as sexy as I knew how, to put on a show for Jay. He took the tub and set it on the bed. We began making out again and I was suckin’ his cock and hairy balls, when he took my arm and pulled me up. “Get on your hands and knees,” he said. I obeyed him, trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation. I felt him mount me from behind, like a big animal on his female, his erection poking near my anus. Jay had lubed me up good when we were kissing and now I shook as I felt the big plum head of his cock begin pushing into the pink, moist, toothless mouth of my greasy anus.

Jay was kissing on my neck and bare back, his big hands feeling up my soft belly and tits. Jay LOVED my tits! He told me that my tits were bigger and better shaped than his ex wife’s! Then I felt his arms around me flex and I was being held really tight. Suddenly I felt a discomfort that quickly turned into almost unbearable pain as the head of his cock began penetrating my ass cunt. I tried to shift my weight and twist away from his grasp, but I couldn’t move.

That’s when he raped me. I call it a rape because, even though I had not only agreed to it, but actually begged him to do it, I now was unable to refuse. Jay was no longer a civilized man; now he was an animal with a hard dick, obeying the call of nature – IF you could call what we were doing on that bed, “natural!” He was grunting and groaning like a beast and I felt him take my slender neck in his jaws, felt his teeth bite into the soft flesh of my neck, and suddenly – woosh – he sank into me, balls deep.

For a few seconds I didn’t realize what had happened, though I know now that Jay had made it past the tightly clenched “jaws” of my rectum, causing them to relax and engulf his entire cock. He was in me now and he rested on my back – just briefly – before beginning to hunch me  - to frog fuck me with long, slow strokes. Now I was in absolute HEAVEN!

I reveled the sexy thought of being naked in a man’s arms, wiggling my naked buttocks up against his groin to meet his increasingly quickening thrusts. I could feel his cock pushing up against my bladder, and it made me feel like I had to piss. Now he was reaming me with jack hammer like strokes, his big nuts slapping up against my thighs. Suddenly he tensed, and said: “Oh, baby – I’m gonna CUUUUMMM!” I felt his groin mash hard up against my bare buttocks as he emptied himself deep into my bowels. He rested himself on my back, breathing heavily for a few seconds.

“Didja cum, honey?” I asked over my shoulder. I felt a whoosh of breath against my face as he rose and eased his greasy cock slowly out of my ass hole. It felt almost like I was taking a big, constipated SHIT! As the head popped out I had a feeling like I had to fart. I tried to stifle it but it came out – not loud – like I was expecting, but bubbly and I felt warm semen running down the backs of my thighs. My first cream PIE! I felt totally like a sexy WOMAN! That’s how I thought of myself – not as a man who just got fucked by another man – but like a feminine little missy, just cherried by her hot lover!

Turns out Jay and I were on the same page. He told me that in the joint guys have sex with sissies like me as women substitutes. He said that as long as you don’t suck another guy’s cock, or take it up the ass, you’re considered straight. As long as you’re fucking a shemale, it’s not considered a homosexual act. Only the sissy was viewed with a mix of scorn, and lust. He told me that if we were in prison together, I could make him a lot of money, because I could actually pass as real female. At first I was a little hurt by the suggestion that he would whore me out, because I thought we were in love – I knew that at least I was in love! But he explained that if a bitch truly loves her man, she will do whatever he asks of her.

After a few months Jay broke parole and went back to prison. I promised to write and visit him – and I did – for a couple of months. But gradually, away from Jay's influence, I began to try to reassert myself as a man. This went on for a few years. Every so often I’d lapse and end up blowing some stranger in a men’s room, but for the most part I played it straight.

I discovered that Asian women turned me on. I still had yet to have sex with a woman, but I wanted badly to be a man. I began visiting online Asian dating sites, and that’s where I met Danni. She was interested in marriage. I know, everybody told me that she was just using me to come to the U.S., but I had made up my mind. Eventually I went to the Philippines, where we not only met for the first time, but also were married. Then I went back to the states while Danni did the immigration paperwork. We still had not had sex because Danni said we must wait until we live together in America. It didn’t really make sense but I didn’t mind, because , honestly, the prospect of actually having sex with a real woman made me very nervous.

When Danni arrived and we did have sex, it was a mess. I was so nervous. We finally did it and I felt like a real man for the first time in my life. Danni loved to fuck and soon my dick was sore! But it wasn’t long before I would fantasize being with a man when Danni and I were having sex. Danni told me later that she made me for a queer the minute she met me, but put aside her concerns because she wanted to come to America.

I mean, we actually got along really well. We seemed to be on the same page in most things. For example, Danni was extremely sexy and a real girly-girl. Women like her are most compatible with really manly type men – which I most definitely was not! She liked to dress very provocatively, something I encouraged, because, as I see now, I was trying to live vicariously through her. She would wear the most revealing butt baring short shorts with high heels and halter tops. It could be embarrassing sometimes, like if we were out and guys would hit on her right in front of me.

And we did have some arguments about it because I told her that she shouldn't be so responsive – it disrespected me as a man. But she would always laugh incredulously and say, “What? You’re the one who told me to wear that outfit. What do you expect?” Then we would go in the bedroom and fuck. I’m a babbler in bed – I love sex talk! That’s when I’d bring up whatever guy had hit on her and ask her stuff like, did she think he was handsome – stuff like that. And she would always say, “Of course! Did you see him? He was so fuckin’ CUTE!"

Danni was open about telling me that she wouldn’t mind dating other men. I was shocked at first, but she explained that in her culture it was accepted and really not considered all that unusual. The seed was planted; the idea of my sexy little wife fucking other men began to turn me on, and I actually began going along with her when she talked about it, even going so far as to give her subtle encouragement. Danni had been a nude dancer in the Philippines, and when she suggested that she apply for a club job, I initially refused. But then I lost my job, and I was no longer in a position to tell her no.

When Danni was at work I began masturbating to online porn – mostly interracial. It wasn’t long before I began going out to adult video stores, where I had sex with guys in the video preview booths. One night, a guy I met in the arcade asked me to accompany him to a gay bathhouse. I had sex with ten guys that night - blowjobs and bareback anal sex! I didn’t really feel guilty, because Danni was honest about how the dancers made their money - having sex with the customers at the club, in booths!  Eventually she entered a relationship with a guy named Neron, a bouncer at the club.

As time went on, Danni began spending less and less time at our apartment. Her work hours were long as it was – she’d leave around 4 p.m. and come home about 4 a.m. That is, when she DID come home. As she got deeper and deeper into her relationship with Neron, she began staying at his crib, and maybe I’d see her once a week, if that. Eventually Danni found my gay oriented magazines, and used it as an excuse to dump me and move in with Neron.

As time passed we became friends again. By that time I was living full time as a woman. Because I can pass as a woman, Danni and I would spend time at malls, shopping and talking about MEN! It was sexy when we would flirt with men at the mall. It never went any further than flirting though, because the last thing I needed was to have some shocked guy reach down and find out that the “girl” he’s been kissing was really a BOY!

Oh well, It’s almost 3 p.m., and on Sundays, I like to get to the video store between 3:30 and 4. I’m wearing black tights, high heels, and a jeans jacket tonight. When I’m in the video arcade I usually just wear heels and a string bikini. I have a collection of these lacy string panties of various colors that I buy at the lingerie store. They have a sale bin and I always grab a few every time I shop there. I like them because men enjoy stripping them off me when we fuck.

Last night I had this married guy – a real dreamboat – and he was really nervous. He’s been coming in for a few months now. At first he wouldn’t even let me blow him! He kept babbling about being married and didn’t want diseases – blah, blah, blah! But just by virtue of his inability to stay away, I knew it would just be a matter of time. Last month he agreed to jerk off while I watched. I asked him if I could masturbate him but he said no. So I got down like I would if I was gonna suck him off and watched as he jerked off. When he was ready to cum I told him to aim at my mouth and shoot it in. He did, and there was a LOT of really sweet cum - which I gobbled right down.

A few nights later he had had a few drinks, and he agreed to let me blow him. He wouldn’t undress, just took it out of his pants. I gave him the best blowjob he had ever had in his life! That’s what he told me! I knew he was mine now. He began showing up every night, around 8 p.m. Last night, we fucked! He had been drinking again – I could smell it on his breath – and he was really relaxed. He agreed to get naked with me. All I had on was my high heels and a pair of those purple string panties. He is a FINE ass MAN! He’s about 35, 6 foot 3, nice hairy body, muscley legs – all he had on were his work boots! I was sucking his cock and balls and playing with his hairy legs – you know – just running my hands lightly all over his legs – and it got him SO fuckin’ HORNY! “You want to fuck me honey?” I asked. I stood up and got up close to him. He grabbed me and kissed me – right on the mouth. I was squeezing his cock in my hands. “Let’s fuck,” I whispered. "PLEEEEASE!" I begged.

He kept telling me no, but he finally asked me if I had a rubber. I did, and I really wanted to get fucked by him badly, but I took a chance and told him I didn’t. I wanted this big hunk BARE BACK! He told me, "No rubber - no fuck."

I turned and rubbed my ass up against his hairy body, reaching behind me and grabbing his hard dick and rubbing it between my ass cheeks. “Come on, daddy – you want to fuck me! Honey, I KNOW you want it. I felt him strip the panties off my ass and bend down to take them off my shoes. They got caught in my left heel, and he got up behind me and I felt him so horny all over my nude back. His hands were EVERYWHERE - feeling up my silky legs and titties! Telling me what a fine ass bitch I was.

I stuck my ass out and grabbed his cock and placed it up against the wet pink glistening mouth of my anus. I always keep myself lubed up, and his nice big cock just glided right in! He kept babbling about his wife, how he shouldn’t be cheating on her, and I was thinking: ‘ Fuck HER! He’s MY man right now!’

I was standing facing the door, my legs spread wide, slightly bent over, as he began fucking me and slobbering all over my ears, neck and back – like some big ANIMAL! Well, girls - you KNOW how men get when they're excited!

He fucked me until he couldn’t stand it, and he pulled out. “Get down! Get on your knees!” he said in a choked voice. I knelt between his legs and he released his grip on the base of his cock and shot string after gooey string of hot SNOT – all over my pretty face! There was so much CUM! I had his snot dripping from my nose and chin, and down my forehead! He began to laugh nervously, happy that I had made his fantasies come true. He told me that in a million years his wife would never allow him to fuck her in the ass and cum all over her face like that. He had shown me a pic of his wife, and she was fine – very sexy – but what these bitches don’t understand is, that if they don’t cater to their men – some bitch like me WILL!

After Danni left me for Neron, she got pregnant by him and gave birth to a beautiful half black baby girl, whom she named Ashante. When she got too big to work she went on welfare. Neron broke up with her but still spent time at her place, to see his baby. Danni now is the mother of 4 half black kids, all from different baby daddies, and they all call me “Auntie Keven!” 

The video store I hang out in mostly is in a complex of adult related businesses. The anchor business is a strip club – where my ex wife Danni works. I always think about how sexy it is that while I’m sucking some hunk’s cock naked on my knees, high heels only, my wife is doing the exact same thing, just a few yards away! I make good money at the booths. When I first began going there – when Danni and I were still married – I did it for the thrill of it. But then I noticed a lot of guys would approach me and ask me, “How much?” So I began throwing a figure out, like maybe twenty bucks for a blowjob, or whatever. Now my standard fee is 40 bucks to suck cock, and I always ask for a little more AFTER the blowjob. I rarely get turned down. I realized that I could make a living doing the exact thing I loved!

Of course, there are some men I just have an instinct for, not to ask for money. For example, most black men won’t pay. They know they have exactly what any little blonde sissy wants, and that’s a big hard black cock! When I get a black man I always feel like I hit the jackpot! And they usually are not gonna settle for just a blowjob either – they like to FUCK! With black men, they like havin’ a white bitch on her knees, suckin’ his cock and nuts, and eating out his anus. You can tell when they’re ready to fuck when they reach forward and start feeling up your ass. Next they take your arm and raise you to a standing position, and that’s when they fuck you.

The booths are relatively small, maybe 5 x 5 feet. There are vinyl benches that are across from a video screen. Usually when I get laid, I get up on the bench on my hands and knees, facing the wall. Then the man will mount you from behind and fuck you in the ass like that. Some guys like it standing up, in which case I’ll stand facing the door, my legs apart, and he’ll mount me like that and fuck me.

The booths are kind of flimsy, and a real rough fuck makes them rock and make all kind of noises – mixed in with the whimpers, screams, moans and groans of a couple fucking. I like the loud fucks because it always attracts a lot of attention from people in the arcade. When the guy opens the door to leave, there’ll always be some other guys standing right outside, craning their necks to see who was in there. I know this, so I always position myself naked on my knees, and when the door opens I’ll make sure I’m applying a fresh coat of lipstick.

Most of the time I’ll get some immediate attention – a guy will step right up for a blowjob right then and there. Sometimes there are more than one, and they line up for a blowjob, just like lining up to use the urinal!

Life as and adult video store sissy is really good. I found when I first started going to those places, that mostly gay men, or bisexual men frequent them. Initially I went there dressed as a guy, in shorts and t-shirts and flip flops. So I got a lot of gay men. But when I started going dressed as a woman, in skirts, high heels, short shorts – it was a turn off for the gay guys, and they avoided me. But I did get the bisexuals and the straight, married guys, who knew that lady bois like me hung out there. These guys had a thing for shemales.

My main rule is that there are NO rules. I turn down almost no one. The fact is, I adore hard cock. I don’t care if a guy is handsome, fat, old – whatever – as long as he has a hard cock and I can get his load. One guy, who is my regular, is not only old, but he is obese. Honestly, he’s so fat he has to squeeze himself through the doorway to get in the booth! Not only that, but I have to take my hand and actually lift up a fold of fat to find his very tiny dick. His dick is so small that it looks like a little button. But when it gets hard, it grows just big enough for me to get my lips around. He is always so grateful to me that he has no problem giving me a hundred bucks every time I see him. From start to finish it only takes 5 minutes tops. Easy money. 

Another regular of mine is a guy I call “my Marine.” He’s a big guy, overweight, but younger – maybe 40 or 45. He’s not as fat as the other guy, more solidly built. He has a small dick too, but when it’s hard its plenty big enough to suck. I don’t know his name, so I call him the “Marine,” because of the small tattoo of a bulldog and “USMC,” on his forearm. I see him about once a week. He always gives me fifty bucks. The routine is the same, he’ll take his pants down and sit on the bench, and I’ll get between his legs and suck his cock. He likes to feel me up while I’m blowing him, and I love feeling his big strong hairy legs! It takes a long time for him to cum, ten or fifteen minutes. When he’s ready, he stands up and cups the back of my head and shoots a load into my mouth. He likes it when I open my mouth and display his cum on my tongue, before swallowing it  all. He keeps begging me to go to the gay bathhouse next door. He wants to rent a room and just stay there for hours, and do what, I don’t know. I keep thinking that maybe I'll go with him sometime.

Another thing about me is that I am very submissive, and have masochistic tendencies. I love getting slapped around and treated like shit by men during sex. Some men seem to know that’s what faggots like me want, others I have to coax. Some men will flat out not get mean – no matter how I try to encourage them. Others will be very gentle until I tell them to hurt me. You’d be surprised how violent some of these men can get! For instance, I love having my tits pinched hard when I’m suckin’ a man off. I want to feel real pain. If they concentrate on the nipples I’ll tell them to pinch my breasts – the soft white breast flesh. And when they do, sometimes I’ll have big purple bruises all over my tits! One man recently worked my tits over and also pinched the hell out of my arms. I was just covered with bruises! When I got home and looked at myself in the mirror I almost shot my load right then! So SEXY!

Another thing about me is that I never cum when I’m in the booths. I always save it until I get home. Then I’ll get in bed with my laptop and browse porn, and think about all the men I had sex with that night, and when I do cum it’s a really big load!

When I go out whoring – which is usually 7 days a week – I always dress sexy. It’s about a half a mile to the video store from my apartment, and it’s always still light when I go there. The place is located off of a wide avenue, and there’s always a lot of vehicle traffic. I’ll wear butt baring short shorts, high heels, and sexy tops; tight spandex mini dresses, short skirts – believe me – I look fuckin HAWT! I’m a totally passable sissy. I’m only 5 foot 6, and I weigh like 125 pounds. No one guesses that I’m really a man! I go everywhere and nobody ever looks at me funny.

The video arcade is across the alley from the club where my Filipina ex wife Danni works. Once you’re inside you go up a ramp to a glassed in window. That’s the modeling studio. It’s actually a whore house, but they call it a modeling studio. The girls from the studio man the window, and when someone comes in from outside, a buzzer alerts them. When you get to the window they ask if you want a modeling session – unless you’re like me – a hot looking chick. Most of the girls know me and know I’m a guy because I always tell them. Most of the girls are nice to me, and regard me as one of them, but there are a few hater bitches that give me the evil eye, or try to tell me I can’t go inside dressed like that. But the manager always straightens them out.  It costs 6 bucks to get in the arcade. You hand them the money and they load a card with 6 bucks. You swipe the card and the door opens and you go into the arcade itself.

Once you’re inside the arcade it is very dark. If you’ve just come in from the bright sunlight, it takes a few minutes for your eyes to adjust. There are 20 booths, however only one of them faces the entrance, so that anyone coming in has to pass by this booth. That’s my booth. Once I get my booth I go in, lock the door, and strip down to just my high heels and string bikini. I check my makeup and then I unlock the door and prop it open with my bag. Then I either stand in the doorway or sit in the doorway with my legs crossed sexily. I usually pull my tits out of the bikini top too. Then I wait. I spend anywhere from 8 to 12 hours there usually. The place is open 24/7. I usually show up between 3 or 4 p.m. and go home around 2 or 3 a.m.

A lot of the gay men who hang out there are my friends, and when it’s slow we talk and just hang out. I have a few haters too, gays who think I’m their competition. It’s stupid, really, because very few gays – or even bi guys find me appealing. I get almost all my trade from straight guys who are married or otherwise in hetero relationships with women.  I really think a lot of women would be surprised if they understood how many macho guys are attracted to sissies like me. I have so many guys who tell me they are married or have girlfriends, who flat out will not do the hot sexy things with them that they crave. Of course, some men are just plain attracted to shemales, while others are pleasantly surprised when they come in and see a pretty little sissy sitting there. These men are HUNGRY for some real sex! They tell me their wives or GFs won’t blow them, or give up their asses, or take it rough – the way a real man wants it. But guess who WILL, girls? Yup – yours truly! Men also tell me how fine I am next to their fat, sloppy wives! When I’m with your man, honey – I TREAT him like a man!
Ok. So my toenails are painted, I’ve done my hair and makeup, and picked out my outfit to wear to the video arcade. I never eat before I go out, and I take an empty water bottle to urinate in. Experience has taught me that anal sex feels so much better if your stomach and bladder are empty. Anyway, I’m off to the arcade – wish me luck!