Date: Fri, 23 May 2003 13:15:29 +0030
From: Rachelle Swallows <jewellasub@eudoramail.com>
Subject: Whore Story (part one) TG/TV

Here is the first part of my story, a mixture of fact and fiction, my
original work.

I hope it is enjoyed

jewellasub


Whore Story

Part One - In which a girl turns her first trick

It was my therapist's idea.

Dr. Helen said she was bored listening to me endlessly recounting
adventures with sex toys and elaborate fantasy scenarios. At the end of our
regular Wednesday afternoon session, her manner changed abruptly. Speaking
in a quite different voice from her usual sympathetic tones she suddenly
announced,

Rachel, we really aren't going to make any progress unless you start
walking the walk instead of just talking the talk.

I started to ask what she meant (even though I understood very clearly),
when her buzzer sounded announcing the arrival of her next client. As I
left her consulting rooms, determination began to solidify in my mind - it
wasn't going to be easy because I'm a very shy person, but I would do it -
I would walk the walk.

And so I did it for the first time the following Tuesday night - I wanted
the experience to be fresh in my mind for my next session with Dr. Helen -
I went out and walked the walk, just as I'd fantasised so often. When the
sun started to set, I began to get ready. I've been dressing for ten years
- since I was 13 - so it was second nature for me to shower, shampoo, and
shave my scant body hair. After towels and talc, I sprayed myself all over
with a cut-price body perfume called Passionate and dried my shoulder
length dark brown hair.

I'd thought very carefully about what I should wear, and had already laid
out some clothes on my bed. I pulled on a black nylon thong several sizes
too small, and tucked my genitals neatly away. The hormones that Dr Helen
prescribes have reduced my clit and balls, as well as my body hair, at the
same time as enlarging my buttocks and swelling my breasts. I clipped a
black garter-belt around my waist and slid on a pair of cheap black
stockings. A black quarter-cup bra uplifted my 34Bs to a more impressive
silhouette, leaving my sensitive nipples exposed. I'd decided upon a flared
skating skirt, in black and red leopardskin print, that just about
covereded my stocking tops, and I teamed this with a sleeveless pink
see-thru top. I put on a pair of plain black leather court shoes with
pointed toes and 3-inch heels, then sat down in front of the mirror.

I braided my hair into a thick plait, and wrapped the end tightly with a
black leather bootlace. Then I reached for the paint - I love putting on
make-up and I've become expert. With liner and shadow I sketched the face I
wanted, then filled in the detail with mascara, lip gloss and blusher. When
I'd finished, I was no longer ordinary, unremarkable, and androgynous me; I
was street-slut incarnate - a cracked, brittle mask of pouting promise and
shameless desperation. Satisfied with my preparations, I phoned for a taxi,
and checked the contents of my red plastic purse.

I was without most of the props that supported my nightly fantasies - no
big dangly earrings, no gold-plated ankle chain, no tattoo on my ass, no
crucifix dangling between my breasts, no handcuffs, no leather collar and
leash, no ball gag, no butt plug. I was finally going to do it, and with
just the bare essentials. In addition to a one-way cab fare (my bargain
with myself was that I at least had to earn the fare home), I had three
plain rubber condoms, a lipstick and a small pack of tissues.

I told the driver to take me to Bayswater, and drop me at Inverness Square,
near to where I'd seen girls touting for business on previous nights. The
ride across town took forever, and instead of being excited I just felt
nervous as hell. I'd never even left my apartment dressed before, and I was
about to go trolling for sex on a street corner. I was impatient to get
there before I lost my nerve, and each traffic light seemed to last an
eternity. When we arrived I paid the taxi with all the money I had, and
stepped out onto a street illuminated by lamps that created pools of dim
orange light between the dense shadows of the trees in Inverness Gardens.

The night air was cooler than I'd anticipated, and I felt the breeze across
my bare buttocks and nylon-clad thighs. There was just the rumble of
traffic from the Bayswater Road and little other sound. Parked cars and
houses around the perimeter of the square; and the gardens in the middle,
surrounded by a tall fence and hedge, with a single locked gate providing
entrance for the square's wealthy residents, all of who had better things
to do than go walking in the garden at night. In my hand I held a key that
I'd obtained on a pretext - the key to the Inverness Gardens gate, and the
key to my plan.

The key worked fine - I was in business. My heels clicking and ass my
swaying, I crossed the street and walked slowly towards Bayswater Road. I
couldn't believe what I was doing, I was going whoring for real, and my
mouth felt dry as paper. My heart was absolutely pounding, and sheer
adrenaline was keeping me to my plan, if I'd had to stop and think, I'd
have lost it completely. After the first street intersection,there were
more cars and I slowed right down and began an exaggerated sashay, letting
the high heels do their work of bouncing my ass. I hadn't walked more than
20 yards when I heard a car slow right down behind me. I kept walking. I
was literally in two minds, I desperately wanted it to drive away, and I
desperately wanted it to stay.

It followed me for half a block then pulled alongside. I stopped and the
window purred down. It was a big, dark coloured car and the man inside was
grey-haired with a nice suit. I leaned down, sticking out my chest, and the
man said,

I wonder if you can help me miss?

And in my best attempt at a sultry whisper, I lisped, Wansum cumpney
sugger?

What's that? he asked

Suck yah wiva rubber fer twenny

The man looked at me and I licked my lips with my mouth half open, the way
I imagined that whores do.

Get in, he said

He leaned over and opened the door, and I almost froze with fright. This
was not in my plan. We were supposed to walk safely to a discreet and
deserted garden. With lock and my key, and plenty of room to run. Getting
into a car was definitely not in the plan. My brain was working at
incredibly high speed, and getting nowhere fast. There can't have been more
than a second's hesitation in real time before I said the sixty-third thing
that came into my head.

Imah tranny, I blurted.

I know that, said the man, Get in.

I got in (leather seat against my naked bum) and he drove off smoothly. It
was warm in the car. I kept thinking of things to say as we drove through
streets that I didn't recognise, but I said none of them. After a few
minutes, he turned his head and smiled questioningly at me.

My name's Rachelle, I said

Well hello Rachelle, he said, You're looking very tarty tonight.

Yes, was all I could think to say

And you offered to suck my cock. Which makes you a whore. Right?

Yes

And $20 makes you cheap

Yes

So you're a cheap little tranny whore

I stared blankly out of the windshield and nodded

Look at me Rachelle and say it

I turned to him and said, I'm a cheap little tranny whore who will suck
your cock for $20.

He smiled, and after a couple of minutes the car made a left turn and came
to a halt. He reached into his jacket pocket, took out his wallet and
handed me two $10 notes.

Time to earn your money Rachelle.

I looked around. We were in a small car-park among tall office
buildings. There were two vans parked in the opposite corner, otherwise it
was empty. I folded the notes and slid them inside the top of my left
stocking. Time to earn it, time to be a whore for real. It was the time of
my time.

I took a condom from my purse and got out of the car, which wasn't actually
that big, and the seat was plastic not leather and had been making my bum
feel sweaty. My heart was fluttering and I felt like I might faint. I
tugged down my skirt, walked around to his side and opened the door. He
turned sideways in his seat to face me, his feet wide apart on the
ground. With the interior light on, his suit wasn't that nice, and a belly
bulged from his shirt front.

I squatted down between his legs and began to massage the front of his
fly. There was something hot and hard in there, and I felt it move beneath
my hands. I unfastened his pants and tugged down his zipper, absurdly
pleased with myself for deciding not to wear false nails.

I pulled at the top of his boxers, and he lifted himself in his seat so I
could pull his pants down a bit. Suddenly, his cock was lolling half erect
right in front of my face. It looked huge. I knew it was not as large as
those usually featured in adult videos, but it was a lot of dick. The head
was especially large, a real bell-end. I began to open the condom and he
grabbed my hair, snatched the condom out of my hand and threw it to one
side.

You got a lot to learn whore.

Holding my hair in one hand, he started pawing my breasts with the other,
pulling at my nipples and pinching them painfully.

Now pay attention whore, he said.

With finger and thumb he encircled his shaft and squeezed. His cock bulged
even larger. Pulling my head towards him, he slapped his cock against my
cheek a few times and said

All mouth. No hands. Get to work.

I closed my eyes and leaned forwards. Reaching with my tongue I made
contact with my first real penis. I moved my tongue about and found his
pee-hole. I could smell him strongly, not too unclean, rather pleasant in
fact.

His grip on my hair tightened.

I'm paying you to suck me off girly. You've taken the money. Start sucking.

Summoning as much saliva as I could I opened my mouth, covered my teeth
with my lips, and enveloped his cock. It filled my mouth, too big to taste
because I couldn't swallow. I clamped my lips around the hot, veiny shaft
and began sucking while moving my head up and down.

Yeah. Like that you little whore.

I tried to swirl my tongue as much as I could. Placing my hands on his
knees I increased the speed of my movements. Up and down, up and down. His
knob was bumping against the back of my throat with each down stroke,
making me gag slightly, and I wasn't finding it that easy to
breathe. Sucking a real cock was nothing like playing with my sex toys. The
hand in my hair was insistently pushing my head further down his dick with
every stroke and I lost my balance and fell forward, feeling the sharp grit
of the parking lot under my knees. His hand didn't let me miss a
stroke. His cock was now making me gag every time he pulled my head down
and my neck and jaw muscles were starting to ache. He started to grunt and
began thrusting with his hips. He was near to climax, and I just knew that
I was going to throw up when his cum squirted into my mouth.

Then he pulled my mouth away and came on my face. Most of it hit the side
of my nose, the rest went over my neck and right ear. At first it felt hot
as it trickled down my cheek.

He said, That was a shitty blowjob you useless fucking tranny.

And pushed me away from him so hard that I fell over sideways. I heard his
car door slam, and he drove off.

I got to my feet. The cum of my face now felt cold and wet as it ran down
my chin. I thought about my tissues and realised that he'd driven away with
my purse. I thanked the sense of theatricality that made me slip his money
into my stocking. I bunched up my top and dabbed the cum off my face as
best I could. I looked down. My shoes were scuffed at the toes, both
stockings were laddered and one had a hole at the knee. I pulled my skirt
down as far as it would go, and decided that I was lucky. I'd done it for
the first time - stepped out and lived my fantasy - I'd been a whore and
sucked dick for money; and now I had something really interesting to tell
Dr Helen.

I had to walk a few blocks before I found a street I recognised. We hadn't
travelled as far as I thought. The first taxi I hailed pulled over, but
then drove off after the driver got a good look at me. I explored my face
with my hands and discovered a big glob of cum in my hair above my right
ear. I wiped my fingers on my skirt, and carried on walking. The driver of
the next taxi did a double take but agreed to take me home. I couldn't
resist getting out of the taxi before taking out the money to pay him - his
eyes nearly popped when I hitched up my skirt.

Back inside my apartment I took off my skirt and top and stood in front of
a mirror. My stockings were in tatters, my nipples were sore, and my lips
looked bruised and swollen. On one side of my face, make-up was smeared
like a panda, and my forehead was crusted with dried cum - I was a joy to
the eyes of my beholder.

please let me know what you think of my story so far

jewellasub@eudoramail.com