Insufficient Chapter 7
In the early afternoon on a Monday, my nakedness and chastity device left me unable to confront the two strangers seated in the living room. I tried to discreetly walk past them and head to my bedroom instead.
"Hang on, Gianna," Rex said, catching up to me. "Isn't it time you greeted your guests?"
The men were positioned far apart. The older one appeared to be in his sixties, while the younger one looked awfully similar to his balding counterpart.
"Hello, I'm Gianna. I live here?" I queried. I desperately wanted an explanation for what the stranger's purpose could be.
"The younger guy, Jason, spoke up. "I've got an appointment at four," he claimed.
"Appointment?" I scratched my head in confusion. With the time nearing five, I found his statement odd.
"And my turn is at five," the other old man stated impatiently. "Why's she taking so long?"
Jason's eyes glimmered with anticipation. "Aren't you collected by the women here for transactions like these?" he questioned.
Rex interjected before I could grasp the situation. His words relieved me as he conveyed my status without embarrassment.
"Gianna is our household slave who can provide entertainments. What do you want her to do?"
Anxiously, Jason pulled out his pants. "A quick handjob would do."
I was on my knees in front of Jason shortly after his penis came out. My lips embraced his penis as if it was a long-lost lover. I experienced a sense of fulfillment as I tickled his sensitive underside and inhaled his scent.
He started resisting his impulse to thrust his hips, keeping me still with one hand while shaking with pleasure from the deep throat attention. His cock in my mouth and throat caused me intense pleasure, and the anticipation of being split in two made me uncomfortable.
As he continued to buck his pelvis, our bodies swayed back and forth. Rex had no intention of keeping me filled only in the rear, he shifted my position again to accommodate the eager hands of the other man.
I entered the realm of cocksucking ecstasy, never noticing the approaching man. His strong grip around my pelvis pulled me into an ideal position for an anal penetration. Before any apprehension could set in, he had filled me with his full length.
Still, I didn't manage to comprehend the situation before my tight cunt and my pussy swallowed me with wonderful sensations. I was moaning and drooling while ass and pussy were overflowing with my juices and eager to claim the other man's semen.
Our rhythm moved in sync, transforming me into a sexual sacrificial lamb. I was being pulled into two cocks while Rex smiled in the background. Each wave flowed through my body caused by alternating engorgement of both my cunt and anus.
With my face crammed against his flesh, I was in sexual heaven. The moment I noticed the other man, he was already burrowing deep into my rear, and I eagerly accepted this new pleasure as a part of my slave duties.
This was the day I learned that Rex was selling Cathy to local men. The men had found her profile on a popular sex app and arranged for their sessions. Cathy herself didn't know she'd turned into a whore until Rex asked her to take a half-day off from work and return home at noon.
I learned that Cathy's room was modified for her newfound occupation. The room had been home to our daughter, Emma, but now it resembled a whore's chamber. Dividing her life between cleaning and satisfying customers, she had very recently become a part of this world.
Cathy described her anxiety and anticipation in small waves of excitement, not knowing who she would be forced to please. Her hair line subtly glistened with lustful perspiration. "I had to wait for my clients while I was upright on the bed, like a custom-made French courtesan," she confided. "I was horny and wet."
It was essential for her to clean up for each customer, and she'd have to be prepared for the next one by midday. After a customer was satisfied, she would have to lie back down on the bed, ready for the next.
Though it seemed like an unbelievable situation, Cathy's actions were her reality. Fucking customers, who were strangers, on Rex's orders, had become her mandatory role in the household. There was a general understanding that she was now part of their sexual adventures.
Cathy's first customer was a man in his thirties who resembled a nerd. He climbed upon her and thrust into her for around five minutes until he ejaculated. Afterward, he pulled up his pants and left without uttering a word. She had a significant amount of time, about 45 minutes, and since she was turned on and irritated, she laid there for an extended period of time, fingering her pussy and attempting to identify the flavor of the semen he had instilled within her. It was only then did she clean herself up.
The second guy had a unique story. "He was rather attractive, in a disheveled middle-aged way," she said. "He remained in the doorway and just stared at me with a dorky grin until I gestured him in with my hand. 'What's that in your trousers?' I inquired of him; I could perceive he had an erection.
"He still seemed hesitant, so I opened my negligee and proffered my breasts to him. That enticed him, but I had to instruct him to remove his pants before I let him touch them. They truly drove him wild. I played with his penis while he sucked on my nipples. And, once he was on the verge of orgasm, I adjusted my position and caused him to ejaculate on top of my breasts.
"He was overjoyed, gasping and gawking at my cum-smothered breasts with that big dorky grin on his face. I utilized my finger to scoop out a glob of semen off my chest and then mimicked consuming it with many delicious noises. His eyes expanded. And then I scooped out more and offered it to him.
"He leaned forward to taste it and, as soon as he had some in his mouth, I compelled him onto my chest and he licked all his semen off of my breasts. It was damn cool!"
She appeared quite self-satisfied as she narrated this account to me. I felt pride in her as well, given that it was distributing arousal.
"But," she continued after a momentary delay, "the third man entirely distorted my schedule." She gazed at me puzzled. "Do you recall Caleb Crossley? Keira's younger brother?"
I nodded. Keira had been one of Emma's high school mates; Caleb was a few years behind them.
"Well, he isn't small anymore!" she continued. "And without a doubt not within the penis department!" She grinned and lifted her eyebrows.
"He was quite polite. He realized who I was; he referred to me as 'Mrs. Wilson.' And he proclaimed he had always had a crush on me. He fucked me forcefully and rapidly, and he came swiftly the initial time. Then he fucked me two more times. I lost count of how many times I came. I lost track of time too... He didn't leave until Rex arrived and took him away."
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Thus Cathy had become a prostitute. She had clients coming and going every evening after dinner. She was still working her day job as an HR supervisor, but that was losing its allure in comparison to the sex work. However, her two jobs began to coincide.
One of her employees spotted her on social media and informed the boss. Cathy became the office prostitute and was being used by Brian and Mr. Prentiss. Soon, she was servicing a growing number of company employees, even a few of the women. By nightfall, her workday was wholly consumed by sex and giving blowjobs; in fact, she had to arrange consecutive appointments on the company's scheduling app to keep everything well-organized.
Surprisingly, she didn't object. "I never thought my job could be like this pleasant," she confessed. "I adore being at everyone's beck and call."
After a few months, she was terminated by the board of directors who found out about the situation and dictated that Mr. Prentiss solicit her resignation. Luckily for her, they allowed her to retain her pension to avoid publicity and maintain image.
Cathy's melancholy over her dismissal was only temporary, though, as she was now able to operate as a full-time prostitute. Mr. Prentiss and three others she had been fucking at work became regular clients, which increased her earnings!
In the meantime, Rex had elevated me from the barbershop to the truck stop, where there was more varied clientele and rougher clientele. I discovered that I appreciated the abuse, and in the process, managed to clear my lingerie debt far faster than previously, even though I was still working for tips only.
By that time, Emma had graduated and returned home. She and Rex were now living together, occupying the master bedroom, which was transformed to also function as a movie set. The locational equipment and cameras didn't take up much space, and the room had ample room for comfort. In addition, it looked really remarkable in Emma's films.
Emma, similar to her mother, now works from home full-time. Her new job involves producing pornographic movies, mainly featuring Cathy and occasionally herself. One of her series, titled "My Mommy, My Slut," is particularly popular. I even had the chance to work on it by operating the camera.
The plot of this collection of videos entailed a dominant-submissive relationship, wherein Cathy had to obey her strict daughter and perform sexually humiliating acts. Both Cathy and Emma relished playing these roles, especially the cunnilingus scenes. Cathy couldn't get enough of Emma's delicious pussy, while I enjoyed the thrilling close-ups of her sleek and fragrant pussy.
Emma demonstrated great talent in writing the scripts. She typically prepared a brief sketch with the dialogue improvised during filming. Her command over pushing the chemistry between mother and daughter was magical, as Cathy always delivered exceptional performance.
My favorite part from these video shoots was "Time of the Month."
Cathy sleeps peacefully in bed. Emma enters, yawning and rubbing her eyes in her pajamas.
E: "I don't feel good, Mommy."
C: "What's wrong, baby? Do you want to join me?"
Cathy rolls over to make space for Emma. Emma snuggles up beside her.
E: "I have cramps. It hurts."
C: "Oh, my dear. Come and lie next to me."
They draw back the covers. Cathy pulls up Emma's top, revealing her bright breasts and flat stomach.
C: "Does this help?"
She gently massages Emma's tummy in circular motions.
E: "A little better... Can you touch my pussy? That would feel much better."
Cathy moves her hand between Emma's wide-open legs.
Shot of Cathy's hand slipping under the white panties, visible bloodstain on her genitals.
Emma wiggles a bit, emitting soft moans.
E: "Oh, yes, Mommy! Much better."
C: "Your pussy feels fantastic! So warm and moist!"
Cathy slides down and places herself between Emma's spread legs. She starts by nuzzling and kissing around her glistening folds, giving off a contented purring sound. She follows this by running her tongue along Emma's deep cleft, tidily collecting the oozing juices and slurping them up.
C: "How do you feel?"
E: "Oh, Mommy! It feels great! Don't stop."
Emma lifts her legs and brings Cathy's face closer to her genitals. She begins to rock her hips against Cathy's mouth, moaning loudly while Cathy continues to devour her entire crotch aggressively, gasping for breath. I'm right there with the camera, my aching cock making it impossible to film. As soon as the scene ends with Emma's climax and a mother-daughter embrace, I ask the question that has been burning in my mind for the past twenty minutes.
"What does it taste like?"
Cathy responds by kissing me deeply, sharing the taste of Emma's fluids. Her lips had their usual tangy flavor plus a metallic edge that I presumed to be menstrual blood. I could not resist licking her lips clean. Accordingly, she giggled.
Emma created other collections too. "Cougar Cuck Queen" featured Cathy and me alongside several young studs recruited by Emma. I appreciated taking the part of me, watching Cathy getting pounded and licking her pussy afterwards.
"Sissy Hubby" was yet another ideal role for me. The series showcased Cathy "terrifying" me into serving her lovers, sometimes by receiving anal sex. It generated an enormous following.
I excitedly agreed when we started making "Black-Owned Couple." As I was unaware, Emma had asked Rex to find some black men for dominating roles over Cathy and me. The initial member he invited was Darryl, the man who had left me utterly satisfied at his barbershop. Cathy also loved his technique, making him a repeat cast member.
I couldn't help but miss Darryl and found myself flirting with him whenever we were together. He returned the flirting and began to invite me over to his apartment for dinner and night of passion once a week. I'd often tell him how feminine he made me feel.
One night, as we lay in bed after a particularly intense sexual encounter, Darryl asked, "Do you like that? Do you want to feel even more womanly?"
I responded, "Oh yes, especially if that's what you want from me."
"I know someone who can provide you with hormone pills. Would you like to try them?"
I decided to give it a shot. Within a few weeks, I started to notice some changes. My nipples became more sensitive and swollen, and I felt more emotional. My joy was overwhelming after every encounter with Darryl, causing me to cry during and after each time we made love.
With the encouragement of Rex and Emma, Darryl bought me a blonde wig and helped me acquire various feminine clothes. My experiences as a sissy allowed me to pay off my debt to Cathy, and now I was able to invest in my own wardrobe.
My desire to transition into a full-fledged femme was growing stronger. I longed for large, soft breasts like Cathy's. Each night, alone in my room, I imagined myself submitting to a man's rough handling of my growing breasts.
However, I was still expected to handle all the household chores: cleaning, shopping, cooking, and laundry. Would it be too much to ask for them to cover the cost of breast implants for me?
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