Detention
Lara, as Laurence Little called herself while en femme, muted the Beast and mulled his proclamation banning travel from China. Her parents’ trip to visit her mom’s family in Wuhan, scheduled to end days later, would be indefinitely extended.
So she could continue live streaming softcore femboi porn to her coterie of fans from the comfort of her bedroom. She tweeted “live show at 5 pm ET,” took off her make-up and fake nails, put on her boy clothes and rushed to school, late again.
Her friend Alicia pulled her aside.
“Larry, what’s with the earrings? Camming in this morning?”
Lara clasped her hands over her ears. After camming, she’d fallen asleep dressed and forgotten to replace her dangly, double loop hoops with her silver studs.
“Oops...”
“Perfect with your camming slut wear, not so much with that hoodie and jeans.”
“Can we swap?”
Alicia removed her silver studs and put on Lara’s shimmering earrings.
“Now I get to violate dress code, looking like an internet whore for the day.”
“Thanks, Bestie.”
“What was on for your birthday?”
“Family party, fortunately, it got cancelled. My parents got quarantined in China.”
“Scary for them but good for you, let’s party.”
“Have to keep it down low, nosy neighbors.”
“You only turn eighteen once. What do you want?”
“Already have it, my legal hormones. My prescription is in the mail.”
After Alicia got knocked up in eleventh grade, her doctors put her on transdermal patches for birth control, but they bloated her and she switched to the pill and gave Lara the unused patches for DIY hormone replacement therapy.
Combined with the Spirolactone Lara had wheedled from her shrink, estrogen had begun to work its transformative magic on Lara’s breasts and butt so she got a jump start on her official HRT.
“Take me shopping.”
“Only if you go as a girl.”
Lara didn’t want to chance an awkward encounter at the mall.
“Buy me more slut wear online.”
After school, she handed her pink slip to the detention monitor and opened her Spanish book. She barely needed to study Spanish, because she’d grown up with her dad’s family speaking it.
Half of her regulars had Latino usernames, so she scripted her upcoming show by sampling in Spanish sex slang borrowed from Columbian T-Girl porn into her usual oral/anal solo show..
“Si papi, mas, qué rico, cógeme el culo,” yes daddy, more, fuck my ass.
Lara looked across the table into the eyes of Rodrigo Amador, who smirked and mouthed “Que marica hermosa,” what a beautiful femboy.
Lara stared into her book, concentrating not on the text, but on how she’d blundered. She must have vocalized as she practiced her porn, with Rodrigo as her audience. She leaned toward him and mouthed:
“Don’t you like porn, A-Rod?”
He whispered, “Course, but I don’t sing the girly lines.”
She mouthed “Okay, chupa mi perra, suck my cock, is that better?”
The detention monitor rapped his knuckles on the whiteboard, pointed at Lara and wrote “+30”.
Lara was pissed that A-Rod’s wisecrack cost her time she needed to prepare for camming, but she was thrilled by his attention. He was a hot jock, the type she craved.
He served his twenty minutes and before he left, passed her a note with his cell number.
She thrust it in her backpack and looked over her shoulder at the proctor, who hadn’t seen the exchange. She breathed deep to quell her heart’s pounding, then looked at the other detainees. Several of them were scary gangster types, but none paid her any notice. She thanked her fairy godmother that none of them had noticed her camming rehearsal.
She contemplated A-Rod’s athletic body, good looks and eager attitude. Her hole was hungry. She plotted a seduction.
When she was released, she noticed A-Rod had lingered near the exit. Was he looking to fuck a femboy, sizing up an opportunity?
“You waited for me?”
“Wondering what kind of porn you like?”
“I’ll send you a link.”
“OK, cool, I’ll check it out.”
Showtime
Lara prepped for camming. She set one camera at the foot of her bed, the other on the side, and bluetoothed them to her laptop. She set out her collection of dildos and a bottle of lube beside a pile of pillows.
She douched her butt with a liter of liquid, then lubed her hole and plugged it with a jewel-tipped butt plug. She locked her dicklit in a pink vinyl chastity cage. In a well-practiced routine, she did her make-up, hair, and nails, and put on jewelry lingerie, stockings with garters, and fuck me pumps. At 4:59, she opened her computer and logged in. She had about twenty guests, including a newbie, user-named AR-15.
“Hi guys, it’s me, Lara, and I have some new tricks I want to show you.”
She propped her ass on a pillow, lifted her legs, looked into the camera and squeezed her ass down on the butt plug. The jewel lifted away from her rosebud anus, and popped back in when she relaxed.
“Oh my god, I hope it’s not stuck.”
Digital tokens clanked approval.
She pressed again, grimaced and moaned, more coins clanked, and when the widest point of the plug eased past her anal ring, the plug rocketed out and her hole with an audible pop. More tokens jangled.
“I really need to stretch that tight hole.”
She used eleven dildos of progressively larger sizes and more challenging shapes. She lubed each one, thrust it in her butt hole, and worked it in and out, in doggy, in missionary, and she rode like a cowgirl. She gaped and winked her hole as she licked them clean. She throat fucked herself until she gagged and drooled and moved on to the next toy.
“God, I love the taste of my freshly fucked ass, but my wrist is tired. I need a break.”
She lit a candle.
“I love candlelight, so romantic. And I love hot wax, it’s so S&M.”
She dripped hot wax on her budding nipples, her imprisoned cock, and her upturned ass, and slapped the wax off her with a paddle. The wax fractured and scattered on her sheets.
“Holy fuck, that hurts so good.”
Coins cascaded as she moaned and writhed in pain. But she had learned that camming is most productive if it’s brief and intense, so she progressed to her finale.
“I’m so horny, my poor little dicklit’s been locked forever. Do you think I can make a hands-free sissy-gasm?”
The loudest, longest token shower yet answered her.
She propped a twelve-inch ball dildo on the floor and squatted above. She eased in the petite top ball, then sank down on the successively larger balls until she reached the three-inch-wide bottom ball. She bounced, swiveled and ground on the toy until her caged cock droplets of cum drizzled out her caged cock.
She captured the tiny load in her fingers.
“Not much, but that’s all I can get from my limp little clitty.”
She swabbed her cum onto her tongue, and swallowed, and licked the dildo clean.
“I love the flavors of my sissy cum mixed with ass pussy juice.”
More tokens clattered, her text box filled with eggplant emoji and praise.
She smiled, turned, spread her ass cheeks to reveal her pinhole-tight butthole.
“See, it’s no use. These tools aren’t doing the job. Have to try something new next week.”
More tokens, a blown kiss, and the show ended.
It was her most lucrative show ever.
A Favorite Fan
Her phone rang. It was A-Rod.
“Wow, was that you?”
“Depends. Who are you?”
“AR-15, course.”
“Love the handle.”
“I’m so fucking horny.”
“Need any help with that?”
“Can I come over now?”
“I’ll text you my address. Park down the street. Stay in the shadows. I’ll unlock the side gate. My parents have got even more cameras than I have.”
Lara packed up her dildos and freshened her ass. She started disassembling the cameras, then changed her mind and instead opened a new computer folder entitled “Defloration.”
A-Rod texted her from the backyard while she was redoing her make-up, so she texted him “It’s unlocked, come in.” He entered her room as she finished her lips.
“How do I look?”
“Even hotter than the girl on screen.”
“Let’s get comfortable. Are you cool if I film us?”
“We’re making a porno?”
“Something like that. I’ll blur your face and tatts.”
“Why not? If I’m going tranny chaser, might’s well go all-in.”
“Love your attitude.”
Lara tapped her computer, centered her face on the screen, and said, “Hi guys, it’s Lara again, and one of my favorite fans has stopped by to test his tool on my whore hole. Hope you have as much fun as I do!”
She beckoned A-Rod, into the picture, and she kissed his erect cock’s tip.
“Metérmela en la boca, stick it in my mouth.”
He grabbed her hair and pumped his dick in her mouth. Lara choked, gagged, and coughed it out. She smiled into the camera, then at A-Rod.
“Sorry, I’m a beginner. I never sucked real cock before.”
“You’re a virgin?”
She nodded, then sucked him more, getting into the rhythm, synchronizing her breath with his thrusts.
“Mmm, me encanta, I love it, it tastes like a real man. My dicklit tastes so girly.”
He pumped harder, his muscles bulged, and his breath heaved.
“Quiero cogerte, I want to fuck you.”
Lara tasted a salty wisp of seafoam.
“Quiero que me folles, I want you to fuck me.”
“No, stop, I can’t help it.”
His body spasmed, and shook. The first spurt of A-Rod’s load exploded in her mouth like a rogue wave crashing on a tranquil shore. He frosted her face, neck, and boobs with more spurts of simmering semen, then collapsed on the bed beside her.
Lara collected the gooey cum on her finger, licked it and swallowed.
“Delicioso, so yummy. Salty and smooth, like rice porridge.”
She adjusted the camera, teabagged his balls and squeezed out the last droplets. A-Rod groaned.
“Good ‘til the last drop.”
She kissed A-Rod. At first, he turned away, but then he joined her in a romantic kiss.
“OK, that’s all for now. The main event comes next week.”
Lara gargled, went to the kitchen, and returned with two beers. She handed one to A-Rod, who chugged it.
“Wouah, that was a complete fail.”
“No way, your load was epic.”
“I wanted to fuck you.”
“Later, after we go out.”
“Go where?”
“Wherever you take girls.”
“Want to get some ink?”
“I’d love a back tatt.”
“Let’s go.”
“It can be my birthday present.”
Lara drew a heart and wrote “Love Me” in cursive inside it.
“Right above my butt.”
“That’s so hot.”
A-Rod stayed the night and fucked her three times.
Lockdown
Lara met Alicia for coffee after school.
“It’s so weird, during school, I pretend that I barely know a guy who fucks me afterwards.”
“Like me going to school with the scumbag who knocked me up. Girls got to deal with that shit. Why not come out?”
“Too many assholes, and I’m not talking about my favorite body part. And my fuck buddy’s buddies aren’t exactly woke.”
“So just deal with it. I love being your fake GF. You’re so femme, I’m feeling kind of gay too.”
“I can’t wait ‘til we finish school. Then I’ll go full time.”
“Wow, I think we are finished. Check your phone.”
“Amazing, they closed school. Thank you, God, or whoever, for sending us Corona.”
“If they’re shutting schools, they’ll shut down everything.”
“Except sex camming. It’s gonna be money time in cam land.”
“Enjoy this Starbucks, it could be your last one for a while.”
“Want to cam with me tonight? I got a new strap-on.”
“Got the baby tonight, cuz mom’s got to work. What up with Romeo, or Rodrigo?”
“Away game and the team will party afterwards. I feel like going out because who knows what’s coming?”
Lara cammed until 11, then ate a gummy and Ubered to WeHo. The streets were thronged with crowds charged with manic energy. The lines were long, but Lara’s shimmering, tight-fitting dress, four-inch stilettos, and winsome smile got her to the front of the line. The security guy stared at Larry’s license and then at Lara.
“Got something else to show me?”
She tightened the dress across her groin, revealing a modest, but unmistakably penile lump.
“The internet says this club is trans-friendly.”
“You should get that updated.”
He handed her a yellow bracelet and waved her in.
She was halfway to the bar when a tall, muscled black guy blocked her path.
“Excuse me?”
“No, excuse me, cuz it’s my luckiest day.”
“Then go buy a lottery ticket.”
“I already won it, because here you are, my favorite ever cam girl.”
“Who are you?”
“BBC4U.”
He was a regular, and a big tipper.
“Now it’s my luckiest day too.”
They danced to the throbbing techno. He gave her E and poppers, and her body and mind-melded with one another. The drugs, even more so than weed, seemed to boost her feminine yin and suppress her yang.
“Should I get us a room?”
“With a big bed and a full minibar. But what about my tip?”
“You know me, baby.”
“Make it cash, not tokens.”
They walked to the hotel, stopping for bottled water, lube and condoms.
He handed her $500 when they entered the room. She fanned the crisp Franklins like playing cards.
“I’ve always wanted to do this.”
“Honored to be your first.”
“Let me freshen up.”
She douched her butthole with bottled water, showered the dance floor sweat from her skin, and refreshed her makeup. BBC4U lay naked on the bed, stroking his cock.
“BBC, you more than live up to your name.”
“So I’m told. Now suck it and see what happens.”
Lara’s lips enveloped BBC’s cock. His hands guided her motions, slow and steady at first, then accelerating as his pelvis synchronized up thrusts. She paused, took a breath.
“It’s massive, and I think it’s growing larger.”
“Almost as big as the toys you jam up your hole.”
Lara lubed her hole.
“Let’s find out.”
She covered his cock with a Maxxum XXL, sat astride him, and eased herself down.
“Like sitting on a fireplug.”
She yo-yo-ed up and down until her sphincters acclimated, then slammed her ass down ‘til her buttocks touched his thighs. He bucked upward.
“Oh my god, my fucking god.”
“So good, so tight, so hot.”
She bounced on his cock ‘til she was breathless, then he lifted her legs and mish-ed her, and finally, he flipped and doggied her ‘til she sensed his coming climax.
“I want your load on my tits.”
He pulled out, flung aside his condom, painted her with seven spurts of hot seed.
“Damn, that was good.”
She spooned the semen into her mouth.
“My favorite dessert.”
“How was the main course?”
“I love hot man meat in my toasty hole.”
“You want some more? I can steer a homie of mine this way.”
“I can keep the room?”
“And the leftover condoms.”
BB left and tipped her another hundred. By morning, she’d used all the condoms.
Going Remote
Lara was still Larry during Zoom school, but that could be as little as a single morning mouse click. Schoology, LAUSD’s remote learning system, was even more worthless than her in-person classes had been, so she had plenty of time for more interesting screen views.
Her parents had left her with money to pay expenses, her camming income was good, then Lara got her $1,200 stimulus check. After endless haggling with the mods, she’d gotten unbanned from the streaming platform that had suspended her for her some videos before her eighteenth she’d posted last year. So she edited and posted “Defloration”, and it was a surprise hit.
She opened a Robinhood account. It was like a video game with real money. While posting NSFW content on Reddit, she discovered a stock trading forum, Wall Street Bets, and bought some stocks that other Redditors touted.
She called A-Rod to film a sequel, but half his family had gotten Covid and his grandma had died, so he was in quarantine. She was horny as hell, but the clubs were all closed, and escorting was too risky. She was bored and needed a pandemic project.
The world was standing still, frozen by fear and lockdowns, but as a T-Girl in transition, Lara needed to progress. For the first time, Lara had money and free time to shop online. And in the newly locked-down world, there were deals to be had.
She found one on Groupon: Beverly Hills breast enhancements, normally $10,000, were going for $4,000. She booked an appointment, got measured over Zoom, and called Alicia.
“Hey Bestie, need a ride to Beverly Hills tomorrow morning.”
“The stores are all closed.”
“Not going to a store, I’m buying new tits.”
“You’re crazy, you’ll catch Corona.”
“Surgeons always wear masks. I can probably get us some.”
The streets were empty, so parking was no problem. The nurse offered them masks and wore one herself. Lara handed her Larry’s driver’s license.
“I really need a new one, but the DMV’s closed.”
“It’s okay, we operate on transgirls often.”
The doctor showed Lara her implants:
“Wow, they’re huge.”
“Your muscles will compress them, they’ll look great.”
The doctor marked her chest, she lay on a gurney, felt the prick of the needle and a cold rush of opioids in her arm, and woke up to the beep of a heart monitor.
She pulled down her covers and peered through the newly formed mounds of silicone encased in a coobie bra. The doctor entered, looked at her machine readings, and typed a note on his cell phone.
“Unless you need more downtime, you can leave now.”
“Can I keep my mask?”
“Included in your price. The nurse will give you your aftercare instructions. Call my cell if you have any bleeding, and no rough play with those new toys for at least six weeks.”
The nurse handed her some OxyContin and antibiotic samples.
“More will be coming in the mail. Make sure you take the full course of antibiotics but try to get off the Oxy as soon as possible.”
She almost stumbled when she got up. 900 centiliters of silicone had thrown her off balance.
Alicia helped her into the car.
“You went big!”
“Far from the biggest they had, but extra high profile. I can’t wait to shop for bras.”
Parental Control
Lara’s phone flashed the +86 country code. It was her mom.
“Larry, how are you, darling.”
“Doing well, mom. I even remembered to pay your real estate taxes.”
“Wuhan’s finally out of lockdown. Your dad is at the consulate now, trying to arrange a flight.”
“You’ll be going from one lockdown to another. We’re supposed to stay at home, and I’m hardly going out at all.”
“We’re worried about you.”
“You should be more worried about fourteen hours on an airplane and standing in line at airports with who knows who.”
“And your school?”
“Online, and better than ever. Don’t have to deal with the bullies.”
“I know you suffered a lot. How are your identity issues?”
“Doing great.”
“I’m so relieved, so it was just a phase?”
“Like a dream that I woke up from.”
“Wonderful honey. Stay safe.”
“Give my love to dad.”
Lara felt a twinge of guilt over lulling her mom. They had a long history of misunderstanding one another, and now she was exploiting it. But her gender transformation trumped truthfulness.
Lara removed her coobie bra and carefully removed and replaced the tape on the scars beneath her breasts. Her swelling had receded, and her breasts’ upright, wine goblet profile delighted her. She massaged them, and they budged, nudging against the overlying chest muscles.
It hurt, but she knew she must endure pain to prevent capsular contraction. She dreamed of the day when they would fluff up, and wiggle and jiggle freely and naturally when she could fold them around a cock and get tit-fucked until her neck was frosted with a pearly necklace of cum. Pain was part and parcel of her transformation, and as she suffered, it affirmed her,
She longed for the day when they were fully healed, and she could wear an underwire bra and a low-cut top. They would be irresistible.
BBL
Lara’s doctor examined her breasts.
“They look perfect. Are you as happy as I am?”
“The first few days were hell, but now, hell yeah! When can I let my boyfriend play with them?”
“At least four more weeks, and six would be better. As long as you’re convalescing, can I recommend another procedure?”
Lara’s Robinhood account and credit card limits had both doubled, and Defloration had garnered almost 10,000 views.
“Maybe.”
“You’re a perfect candidate for a Brazilian butt lift. And right now, I can give you a great discount.”
The paid views of Defloration were going down, because it was on all the tube sites, and she couldn’t keep up with DCMA takedown notices. She needed to shoot new content to grow her fan base.
“How long ‘til I can have sex?”
“Same as your breasts, four to six weeks.”
“I’m so horny. Can I toy my ass, masturbate?”
“That should be okay when swelling subsides. It’s your body, listen to it.”
She called Alicia on her way home.
“I need another ride home from Beverly Hills tomorrow.”
Sequel
Lara’s Twitter feed was swamped with likes and retweets, and her posts to the Asian Sissy Traps and Asian Feminization subreddits got loads of awards, upvotes and hot comments after she posted her first post-op pics and announced her first cam show.
She scrambled to assemble her new fuck machine and set up her new camera and lights. The artistry and audacity of her new content had to equal the beauty of her new body.
She posed beneath a satin sheet.
“Hi, guys, sorry I was offline, I was busy with my pandemic project. Can I show you?”
She tugged the sheet with her toe, it slid first from her shoulders, then off her hip, revealing her remade body. She cupped her breasts in her hands, then spanked her butt cheek.
“These cost a fortune and hurt a bunch, are they worth it?”
A torrent to tokens answered her question.
She leaned toward the camera, blew a kiss, and then kissed her nipples.
“Are they too big?”
The messages mostly said “perfect,” a few said, “Bigger would be even better.”
She tapped her computer to switch cameras and displayed her ass. She pulled apart her curvy cheeks to display her hole, filled with rose quartz-tipped butt plug. She tugged it, and it popped out, shiny with her ass juice, and she touched it to her lips.
“I love my ass scent and taste. Anyone want to buy my used toys? They’re for sale on my website, and my panties too, autographed.”
She walked a sexy promenade in her Louboutin pumps, her plump hips swayed and jiggled, then spun and returned, cupping her bare boobs.
“Do you like my new toys?”
The text box overflowed, the tokens jangled, she blew a kiss.
“I’ve got one more new toy to show you.’
She rolled her fuck machine into position.
“I just got this, does anyone want to see me try it?”
She posed slid down her panties and exposed her caged cock.
“It’s still hanging there, I haven’t finished this part of my pandemic project yet.”
Messages flooded her inbox.
“Half of you say chop, and half say not. What’s a girl to do?”
She looked through the dildo attachments and selected the smallest.
“Doctors orders.”
She activated the machine and increased the amplitude so the one by eight-inch dildo first grazed, then penetrated, and finally probed her ass to its full depth.
“Oh my god, it’s been so long, I needed to get fucked, and I love it.”
She increased the speed, her boobs quivered, her butt cheeks jiggled, her dicklit gyrated and dripped a tiny load. She rubbed the cum on her nipples, slowed the machine, and retracted the tool. She gaped and winked her hole, then sat up and blew a kiss to the camera.
“This week, a tiny tool and a short session. Come back next week, same time, and help me take it to the next level. Bye-bye.”
Later, her twitter message box had inquiries from all of the big t-girl porn producers. They were still locked down, but booking talents for next month. She booked with her favorites and reserved a bargain-priced room at a top casino in Vegas.
Family Matters
Lara’s phone’s notified her of a missed call from an +86 number. Her dad answered.
“Larry, we got a flight, at last, so we’re coming back to the USA in three weeks.”
“Perfect timing, LA’s reopening around then.”
“God, how I miss Ruth Chris. Make a reservation.”
“Have to reserve in Vegas, because I’m moving. I just got into UNLV with a full ride.”
“Fantastic. But school doesn’t start for three months.”
“I also got an incredible summer internship in internet media. I’m moving up next week, and looking for a place to live.”
“Does your mom know?”
“I just found out, tell her, college is going to cost you nothing.”
“That’s great, because I’m sure your college plan…”
“Is great. I put it all into stocks in March, now it’s doubled.”
“I’m so glad our money talks helped you.”
“They were great, but you should start looking at Reddit.”
“Just a bunch of fake news, beware.”
“Fake news is news too, if enough people believe it. Consider Trump.”
Lara called Alicia.
“Want to move to Vegas with me?”
“Love to but can’t cuz of my kid, my mom. When are you moving?”
“I’m packing now. Come over and kiss me goodbye.”
Lara needed a ride to Vegas so she texted A-Rod “Feeling good enough for a road trip to Sin City? Check out my new streaming vid later tonight before you decide.”
She set up her cameras, put a strap on her desk, power-washed her butt, set out a latex dominatrix’s costume for Alicia. She answered the door wearing a naughty Thai schoolgirl uniform.
“WTF, we’re back in the classroom already?” Alicia asked.
“And I already got detention and you’re the monitor.”
“You’re camming us?”
“I’ll blur your face and process your voice before I stream it. I’ll split the take with you.”
“God knows we need the money, my mom’s laid off.”
Lara read Alicia her script while she dressed, and started the cameras.
“Lara, tell the teacher why you’re here again?”
“Same as before, blowing boys in the schoolyard.”
“You need to get past that. Kneel on the chair.”
Alicia tied Lara to the chair, raised her pleated skirt, and pulled a butt plug from Lara’s hole.
“Such a slut, but you need bigger toys.”
Lara nodded, and Alicia throat-fucked her first with the plug.
“Hold that in your mouth while we work on your stinky.”
Alicia drizzled lube on Lara’s butthole, tapped it with the strap-on, then punched it in. Lara gasped and coughed out the butt plug.
“Oh my God.”
“Pray to Satan, slut. Your filthy flesh will burn in Hell.”
“Take me there.”
After Alicia fucked her for fifteen minutes, they both faked orgasms, then Alicia left her tied to the chair, butt up, her ass pussy smeared with lube and secretions.
“I’m done with you, slut, but you’re not done. Football practice is almost over, I’m sending in the offense first.”
Lara faked sobbing as Alicia shut down the cameras, then Alicia untied her and they took a long, warm shower together. They cuddled in Lara’s bed while she edited the video and censored Alicia’s face. After she uploaded it to the streaming site, they made love, had real orgasms, and finally, a goodbye kiss.
Lara’s phone chimed with a text from A-Rod. It was a thumbs-up emoji with a simple question: “When and where?”
Road Trip
Lara’s doctor examined her breasts and butt.
“Am I good to go for sex?”
“You are good to go with anything. Listen to your body, and choose partners who listen to you. Can I photograph you for my portfolio?”
“Do I get any benefits?”
“Are you planning on bottom surgery?”
“Eventually, but first I want to shoot some trans porn. That audience prefers chicks with dicks.”
“Let me shoot pictures of your full body and face and I’ll give you a big discount on SRS.”
“How much?”
“It’s usually $25,000, but it will be $15,000 for you.”
“Bring in the camera.”
Afterwards, she texted A-Rod. “I’m ready for my ride. Can you pick me up in Beverly Hills?”
A-Rod picked her up on Canon.
“You look fuckin awesome, like a fuckin princess.”
“Professional makeup. The doc hired me as a model. Whose car is this?”
“A repo, my boss loaned it to me.”
“Smells like cigars.”
“Who cares, it’s a nearly new Benz. Are you ready to go?”
“Help me finish packing.”
Her boxes and suitcases were by the front door.
“You’re packed, let’s go, I only got the car for the weekend, it gets auctioned next week.”
“But I need some of your cock packed in my ass first. It’s a long ride.”
“You’re right, let’s wait ‘til after the traffic.”
“Such a romantic. Take a shower, then fuck me.”
She peed and prepped her hole while A-Rod showered. She massaged her boobs and butt, lubed and dildoed her hole, and checked her texts.
Her parents’ plane had left on time, so she searched the flight, and saw that it was landing in LAX in two hours. She added two hours for immigration and customs and an hour for the commute, and she set an alarm to leave.
She felt a twinge of guilt, but got over it. She didn’t need a last-minute Covid exposure from her parents to ruin her professional porn debut. And she didn’t want a family drama to spoil her delight with her new body.
When A-Rod emerged, toweled at the waste, she was squatting by the bed. His cock hardened and pushed off the towel, then he stepped forward and plunged his cock between her lips. She blew him until he quivered, then paused.
“Got to learn from old mistakes.”
“You got that damn straight.”
She lay on the bed, propped a pillow under her butt, and handed him a condom.
“Sorry, but I have to get tested again before I can shoot porn.”
“As long as you have more. No way one’s enough.”
She lifted her legs, he propped them on his shoulders, he tapped his dick on her hole, and she nodded.
“Fuck me balls-deep, bad boy.”
He pushed in, she cried “Oh my fucking god”, he ripped it out, spit on her hole, and then rammed it in again and pounded her breathless.
“Oh, yeah, ride ‘em, cowboy.”
“You like the new Lara?”
“Never had better, so hot and so tight inside, so smooth and soft on the outside.”
“Am I beautiful?”
“Stunning.”
“Am I a good little slut?”
“The best.”
“No, I’m a bad girl. Slap my tits, spank my ass, squeeze my throat.”
The smack of his balls on her butt cheeks was echoed by the crashing of his hands on her exquisitely remodeled boobs and butt. Her vision blurred as anoxia intensified the rough fuck that she had demanded.
He flipped her to doggy and banged her from behind, her body rocked like a rampaging hobby horse, and her tits swung like pendulums in a storm. He pulled her hair like he was yanking the reins of a galloping mare, and slapped her ass like a jockey urging his mount to victory.
She collapsed to the bed and he fucked her in down doggy, she turned her head, and they kissed.
“Everything good, baby.”
“Everything’s great. You’re the perfect test drive for my new equipment."
He hoisted her hips into jackhammer and thrust down on her hole, pulling apart her plump buttocks to get full access to her culo.
“Oh god, so deep, so hard, fuck me harder.”
Her breasts dangled to her nose, and swung to and fro as he pounded her. She sensed the pheromones stoked by her sexual excitement and knew that this was the role that she was meant for.
“God, A-Rod, I love it. More, more!”
A-Rod swiveled to reverse jackhammer, so his cock blasted Lara’s prostate.
“Oh my god, I’m pre-cumming. Keep banging me there.”
She twiddled her dickclit, its tip was moist, she touched the seepage to her tongue.
“So delicious, so good, I think I can cum.”
“I’m ready when you are.”
“Not yet. Can I ride you?”
He dismounted, lay on his back, she squatted above him, and sank her hips towards his thighs. The cock found its target and barged in.
“God, you’re gorgeous when it goes inside.”
“Your cock makes me feel like a woman. I love it.”
She leaned forward and kissed him.
“You were my first, you made me a woman.”
“Wow, I’m honored.”
She rode him, boobs bounding, hair flying, and dicklit flip-flopping, until her legs tired and he took over, jolting his hard body against her soft curves so hard that her cries were ragged and breathless, and she had to cup her boobs to cushion their motion.
She lubed her hand, rubbed it on her dickclit and achieved a rubbery erection.
“I’m on the edge. Don’t stop, but a little slower.”
A-Rod cupped her buttocks and guided her up and down in a steady rhythm. His cockhead brushed her prostate with each stroke and woke it from its Spiro-induced slumber. With one hand she squeezed her balls, with the other she pinched her nipples. She closed her eyes and imagined she was in the grip of a strong, good-looking lover.
When she opened her eyes and caught A-Rods gaze, and the fantasy merged with reality, she cried “My God, A-Rod, I’m cumming,” and fired a little load onto his abdomen.
She fell forward toward him, their lips met, and he whispered “That was amazing, the sexiest six seconds of my life.”
“Thank you for making it happen.”
“Where do you want my load?”
“I want it up my hot little hole, but only after we’re both tested, so you get a second choice.”
“Your gorgeous face.”
“I was hoping that you would say that.”
She lay back on the bed, lubed his cock, and pressed her boobs into a fuck tunnel.
“Is that a good place to start?”
“Irresistible.”
He thudded his cock between her breasts, pressed them together so they surrounded him, and banged them like he was fucking her butt. She gripped his waist and with her feeble arms added the little power that she could to his thrusts.
He growled, grunted, and groaned, he jacked himself hard and fast, then the first droplets whizzed onto her tits, and then he howled, “Oh my fucking God” and exploded with seven huge geysers that coated her boobs, neck, face eyes and hair. She kissed the final droplets from his trembling cockhead.
“So much stronger than my tiny load.”
She spooned the cum puddles into her mouth.”
“Yours tastes completely different, like beef jerky. Mine tastes almost vegan.”
“I’ll take your word, but watching you feed on mine is so hot.”
“Good to know.”
“That was freaky good. Is that how you like it?”
“Sure, but not always that rough. You were test-driving me for my porn shoots. Those can be rough.
“You’re gonna be a star.”
Warehoused
Lara uploaded her Covid and STD test results to PASS and prepped her ass with a one-liter douche. Her phone pinged as she finished.
“Your test results are great. Send me a link to your bitcoin wallet for the performance fee.”
A-Rod dropped her near a gated warehouse in a moribund industrial district. She pulled her roller bag over the rough pavement and was glad she had worn pink Keds and saved her whore handle stilettoes for the shoot. She was buzzed in through a battered metal gate that clanked closed behind her like a prison’s door.
The studio was converted industrial space whose metal racking still lined the walls, now filled with porn paraphernalia and film equipment. A metal winch loomed overhead, mounted on rails attached to exposed steel beams. Its hook was now hung with chains, straps, and a leather sex sling, the sine qua non of BDSM porn.
“You must be Lara.”
The tall, tatted porn veteran seized her hand and kissed it with faux gallantry.
“You’re fabulous, even more gorgeous than your photos.”
“Make me more beautiful still on your screens.”
He strapped on a headcam helmet, tapped his Apple watch, and Lara’s image materialized on a huge screen hung from a girder.
“Looking great, Lara. Dance and strip.”
She promenaded around the space, followed by her host, exploring the studio’s inventory of ball gags, whips, restraints, and sex toys, and dropping her clothes, one garment at a time. She twirled around a stripper pole and slipped into the sling.
“This is comfy.”
She tilted her head back, and her partner offered his cock, she deep-throated it, he swung the sling, its rocking throat fucked her. She fondled her breasts, he drizzled them with oil.
He moved to the front of the sling, lifted her legs and strapped them to the sling, so she was posed butt up. Three close-up cameras, one above, trained on her face, dicklit and ass, lowered into position. He clamped cuffed her hands behind her head, so she was utterly exposed and vulnerable.
He shuffled between the cameras, each depicted a different angle on the coming debauch.
“Now those are some great views.”
He pressed his cock against her hole, the sling swung away, swung back, his cock breached her hole, she moaned, then it swung wide, returned, and the cock blasted deep into her hole.
“Oh my god, oh fuck.”
“That’s it, let my sling and gravity do the work.”
He rocked the sling like a pendulum, so his cock entered and exited with each oscillation. The screen alternated views from four angles.
“Enjoying your ride?”
“Love it, but I forgot my Dramamine.”
“I’ll take care of that.”
He released her from the sling, dragged her by her hair to a sex bench, clamped her down in doggy, and repositioned the cameras. She was his helpless captive sex slave and loving every moment.
He splattered her ass with fiery candle wax, whipped it away, pummeled her hole with a handheld sex machine until her ass sputtered out pink-tinged ass mucous, and then he fucked her.
“Taking it like a good little bitch.”
“Fuck me harder, deeper, I love it.”
He flipped her over, tethered her legs to restraints hung from the girders, and crouched above, banging her in jackhammer. Her caged cock wriggled as her body shook, and dripped droplets on her boobs below.
Her partner fucked her wildly, his breath heaved, his muscles bulged, and his sweat-drenched her boobs.
“Fuck, now I’m going to cum.”
The first spurts filled her hole and he finished in her mouth.
“Now push it out of your ass.”
Her ass sputtered a cum fart, he cupped the load in his hand and fed it to her.
“That’s a good girl.”
Afterwards, she sat on a couch as he filmed a BTS.
“What was your favorite part?”
“All of it, but especially the sling. I felt so vulnerable. I love that.”
“And I took full advantage.”
“All that and more.”
Lara 2.0
Controversy raged on social media after Lara posted her first post-op gifs of her sliding 1.5-inch stent into her freshly healed pussy.
“Such a gorgeous cock, what a hideous gash.”
“Another great tranny trashed by sick surgeons.”
Even some of her supporters offered catty commentary. Her labia were too wide, too narrow, or too far apart. Her clit was too big, too small, or too far forward. Her vaginal opening was too big, or too far back.
She loved the attention and took notes for the coming secondary labiaplasty. She indulged even the most abusive fans with personal responses.
“My back door will always be open for the right guy.”
“What’s the point, if I want pussy I find a real girl.”
“I’m more real than any of them.”
She cammed dilating with her fuck machine using a rabbit attachment. All but the most vitriolic fans were placated by her continued anal fixation, and she loved the sensation of both dildos plunging side by side inside her remodeled bottom.
But only one studio called and booked her for a gangbang.
“I can’t wait to DP.”
“Can you 3P?”
“I’m a quick study.”
Her producer had gathered four male talents: a Black, a White, a Latino and a Mixed Race.
“Are we live yet, Camera?”
“We are now.”
“Hi guys, I’m Lara, but I’m terrible with names, so don’t bother. Are you cool with my test results?”
“Hell yeah.”
“Everybody PrEP-ed, fully vaccinated?”
“Fuck yeah!”
“Good, then let’s bareback and make a mess of me.”
She sucked them in turn, and the Black asked “Which cock tastes best?”
She smiled sweetly at the four Talents, then turned to the camera.
“All of them, because they all taste the same.”
The Black fucked her pussy, the Latino fucked her ass, she handjobbed the White and blew the Mix. They rotated holes and positions: doggy, mish, jackhammer, cowgirl, and reverse, like a Magic Mountain thrill ride with cocks a muscled fuckers instead of a roller coaster track.
For the grand finale, the Black and the White double analed her in doggy and bulldog, and the Latino pussy fucked her in cowgirl while she kept blowing the Mix. Between the bodies of the mob of males she glimpsed herself on a large screen, a Beauty surrounded by four Beasts.
“I’ve got an empty hand.”
She beckoned the cameraman, and he filmed her servicing his cock with the backdrop of the tangle of male bodies surrounding and penetrating her.
“OK boys, let’s unload on the slut.”
The Black and the White spit-roasted her in doggy front and back. The Black creampied her pussy, and seconds later, the White unloaded in her mouth.
She gargled the mouth load, and gulped it as the Mexican smeared the load drizzling from her pussy onto her butthole. He rammed in and pounded her, while the Mix throat fucked her. The Mexican pumped his load up her culo while she gagged on choked on the Mix’s cock until he ripped it from her lips and sprayed his cum into her eyes and hair.
They left, and she lolled on the sperm-soaked sheets, scooping up puddles of the sticky cream and rubbing it on her tits.
“Hey camera, these tits need more love lotion.”
He drew near, filming and jerking his cock, she licked, sucked and throated him until he pulled out and fired his seed on her boobs. She smeared it, and the cum leaked from her butt and pussy, onto her boobs, then licked her fingers clean.
“All good, but I need a shower.”
She sat in a bathtub and the White, the Mix and the Mexican lined the side and showered her with firehose torrents of hot piss. She opened her mouth, they filled it up, she gargled and swallowed.
“Mmm, better than lemonade, and low calorie and gluten-free.”
The Black’s dick was still hard, so he stepped into the piss, posed her ass up in the warm puddle, pushed his cock inside her asshole and peed up it.
The internal golden shower raged like a storm swollen, hot river and activated her reawakened prostate. She convulsed and collapsed into to fragrant yellow bath as she quivered to an orgasm.
Afterwards, she sat on a couch for the BTS.
“How did you like the golden shower?”
“Totally addicted, better than sex.”
“Your Black BF has a special talent.”
“Have him text me his info, I want more of that magic.”
“What’s better, being banged pre-op or post-op?”
“They’re completely different. Pre-op orgasm is mostly external. Post-op, everything happens deep inside.”
“What were the high points?”
“When they were triple dicking me, something inside me, probably my prostate, melted down, like my last bit of boy was destroyed and disappeared. And the piss pie totally lit me up. I never felt anything like that before.”
“Want to do a sequel?”
“Totally, but not on set, because I’m retiring from porn, as of right now.”
She smiled wistfully at the camera.
“Bye-bye, boys. Lara loves all of you.”
She blew a kiss and waved goodbye.
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A Perfect Pandemic
A Transsexual Transition in a Troubled Time
A Novelette by Alexandra Rios
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© August, 2021
