George and the Debt Pt. 04

Pager Update : George has been sissified and his wardrobe has been changed. She's now Georgina, her clothes are all feminine, and she sleeps in the spare room. Debs is getting a different punter each evening at 10pm who stays overnight and expects enthusiastic sex. Chrissy has seen her friend Abi's father fucking a street prostitute and is still waiting, nervously, to be fucked by Casino Owner Anton. : Update Ends

During the next few days Debs helped Georgina to tidy away her clothes, learn to put together a good ensemble, and - the most difficult task - learn to walk in high heels. Georgina tottered around the house and eventually became competent enough for Debs to walk with her to the shops and back. Nobody recognized her as George, Debs' mild mannered husband. Georgina wondered if this was always the case, that the mild mannered didn't register on people's memories. Like Superman when he put on a suit and glasses and became Clark Kent, merging into the background. Chrissy was initially appalled at the changes in her father but, surprisingly quickly, got used to her new 'dad', even slipping up and calling him mum at one point.

Finally Debs got a night off. A good thing since although most of the men who had visited were ordinary men with ordinary needs and ordinary stamina, the last one had kept her up all night with his tantric lovemaking.

Georgina's pager read...

Red Health Clinic, Main Street, 1pm.

Debs' pager read...

Be home during the afternoon. You will be witness to your daughter working for me.

And Chrissy's pager read...

Stay at home today. You will be visited.

Georgina set off for her clinic appointment with plenty of time to spare leaving Debs and Chrissy alone. When the doorbell went Debs answered it. To her delight it was Anton with a new bodyguard. He was a huge black man that Anton introduced as Delroy. Chrissy looked at Delroy with undisguised terror. This was Abi's father, and she knew what he could do to a young girl.

Anton had his usual coffee but Delroy demanded a rum, which luckily Debs could provide. A bottle, given them for Christmas a few years back, was found at the back of a cupboard. It hadn't been touched since neither she nor... Georgina... liked rum. They settled in the lounge with Delroy in an armchair and Anton sharing the sofa with Chrissy. He had a large shoulder bag that he put to one side. Debs stood near Anton as if she wanted to be close to him, and to her daughter.

"Hello Chrissy," said Anton, putting his hand on her knee. "Let me just get your mum organised and then we'll have a chat."

"Oh, okay," muttered Chrissy, looking at the floor, trying not to look into Anton's eyes.

"Debbie," said Anton. "Take your clothes off."

Chrissy watched her mother obediently strip and stand stark naked in front of Anton. To the teen's eye her mother looked very excited and she noticed that her mother's hand had wandered to her crotch and was lightly touching herself.

"Now," continued Anton. "Give Delroy a blow job please. He needs lots of sex to keep him happy."

Debbie marched over to Delroy and knelt before him. He parted his legs and Chrissy watched her mother unzip his trousers and pull his cock into view. Chrissy gave a gasp and covered her mouth as she saw her mother stoop to kiss and lick the enormous fat cock.

"Look at me," said Anton. "I understand it can be upsetting to see your mother with someone not her husband, but look away. Look at me. You can, and will, watch your mother later."

Chrissy dragged her eyes away from her mother who had moved on to sucking the fat head of Delroy's cock. She found herself looking straight into Anton's grey eyes, and a sparkling coin in his hand. Then she realised it wasn't a coin, it was a casino chip, made from some sort of bright white metal.

"A silver five thousand," Anton explained. "One of the casino tokens. I carry one with me as a good luck token."

"It's pretty," agreed Chrissy. "Is it really lucky?"

"We will see," replied Anton. "Look at it, concentrate on it, and relax."

He spun the token between his fingers like a stage magician doing a concealing and revealing trick and Chrissy watched the light sparkle from it. It dazzled her senses.

"Watch closely," said Anton, his voice deep and rich. "Keep your eyes on it. Relax. Listen to my voice and relax. You're feeling very calm and sleepy."

Chrissy thought it was easy to listen to this voice, it was wonderful and she was feeling more relaxed than she'd felt for ages. She sat and watched the token and listened... and listened... and listened. At some point Anton told her to hear only his voice and the grunts from Delroy, and moans from her mother, faded into the background. Then everything seemed to stop and she sat... waiting... waiting.

"Chrissy," said Anton, quietly. "Do you know what a streetwalker is?"

"Yes," she said. Her own voice sounded as if it was coming from miles away. "She's a sex worker who sells sex on the street, or perhaps in a car, or a walk-up flat. I've seen one or two down by the canal."

"Yes Chrissy, quite right," said Anton. "You are a clever girl. So, if you were a streetwalker, what special name would you choose?"

Chrissy thought. It seemed a perfectly innocent request. And she was feeling so warm, so relaxed, so happy that Anton had called her a clever girl. She remembered the girl that she'd seen at Abi's house being roughly fucked by Abi's father. The girl had tattoos, and between her shoulders was a tattoo of a pair of wings.

"Angel," said Chrissy. "That would be a nice name."

"Thank you Chrissy," said Anton. "You are going deeper now. More and more relaxed. Deeper and deeper. Now listen to me. Are you listening?"

"Yes Anton," said Chrissy. She was now floating like someone in one of those sensory deprivation tanks. Nothing existed except Anton's voice.

"In a moment I am going to wake you but I want you to remember something," said Anton. "When you awake, if someone taps you twice on the left shoulder like this..."

Anton tapped Chrissy on her shoulder, two taps in rapid succession.

"... you will become Angel the Streetwalker. You will think like her, act like her, do all the things she would do. In every way. You will be Angel until someone taps you three times on the right shoulder, like this. Then you will become Chrissy again..."

Anton tapped her three times, three rapid taps, on the other shoulder.

"... and you will sleep for a short time. And, when you wake up, you will remember nothing of your actions as Angel. Nothing at all."

Chrissy's mind stored this information away in a deep dark place in her mind. Then she felt she was rising, coming up from her sleep, rising from what felt like a warm, safe, unlit cavern, listening to Anton saying, "five, four, three, two, one... "

She opened her eyes and the first thing she saw was her mother taking Delroy's cock deep into her mouth. She was plunging her head up and down in an energetic manner.

Anton put the shoulder bag into Chrissy's hands, saying, "Change into these, please. You can do it here, if you want."

"Sorry, no," said Chrissy, embarrassed beyond anything that had happened to her before this disconcerting meeting with her new employer. She felt that it was impossible to change in front of Anton, in full view of Abi's father, but most distressing of all, in sight of her own mother who was ramming Delroy's cock into her mouth and slobbering on it as if it was the most tasty thing she'd ever eaten.

She ran upstairs and threw the bag onto her bed. Then she quickly stripped, worried that Anton might follow her, angry at her refusal. She had best do this quickly, she thought. Naked, she poured the contents of the bag onto her bed and spread them out. They were second hand items, quite a contrast with what had come out of the parcels for her dad Georgina, and they were grubby. They looked like they were second hand items from a poor quality charity shop.

She put on fishnet stockings that had ladders in them, well more like gaping holes. Then the scuffed high heel shoes that had originally been black. A short, very short, wrap-around skirt in a tartan pattern with a shiny black faux-leather belt followed. And a top with a plunging neckline designed to give a sideways glimpse of a breast, the sort of thing slender celebrities wore on the red carpet, but much cheaper. Finally she added the sort of fur bolero jacket. Perhaps supposed to be a bit of protection from a cold breeze. Chrissy caught a glimpse of herself in her mirror. She looked quite the whore, which was presumably the intention.

Descending the stairs again she found, to her relief, that her mum was no longer sucking Delroy's cock. She was now sat on Delroy's lap, had a strained look on her face, and was panting. A succession of sharp rapid breaths. It was only when her mother lifted herself slightly that Chrissy understood why. Her mother was impaled on Delroy's thick, long, cock. It stuck out of his jeans like a jet black tower that a princess might be trapped in a room at the very top. Chrissy wondered if that was why so many fairy tales involved princesses and towers. Were they a metaphor for what was happening to her mother? She was certainly impaled on the top of a flesh tower in need of a knight in shining armour to rescue her.

Turning away from the disturbing sight of her mother so completely possessed by a man's cock she presented herself to Anton. He held his hand up and made a sign that clearly meant she should rotate herself and show him the costume from every angle. She did so and saw Anton grin with approval. He crooked his finger and gestured for her to approach. She bent over, acutely aware that he could see her breasts inside her top. Then he reached out and tapped her left shoulder, twice.

Angel looked around. She was in her usual stomping ground near the canal. It was a warm afternoon and Grace Street was a good patch with few other girls in competition. A guy walking his dog on the canal towpath drew her eye but he didn't look the type to go for her services. Down towards the old mill apartments there was a much better prospect. A large saloon car was being driven slowly up the street towards her, the driver glancing from side to side as if hunting something. She set off towards it, doing her best hip sway. She knew exactly what he was hunting for, and that she was the girl who could provide it.

Debs watched her daughter from the vantage point of Delroy's lap. His cock was deep inside her and his left arm was curled around her waist, holding her in place. His right hand was delving between her thighs remorselessly working her clit. The combination of sensory overload from cunt and clit made it hard to concentrate on what was happening to her daughter.

Chrissy had come downstairs in clothes more suited to a street prostitute than a college student. Anton clearly liked the idea of a whore. The unusual thing was that, after he had tapped her shoulder, Chrissy was now acting like a girl off the streets. After posing with her bottom stuck out for a minute, looking about her, she was now stalking around the living room. She was swinging her hips and pretending to chew gum, getting closer and closer to Anton on the sofa. Then she rested her hands on the arm of the sofa and bent down, giving him a good look inside her top at her perky little breasts.

Angel approached the car and it obligingly slowed and stopped. The window slid down with an electric hum. The man inside was middle aged and dressed in a suit. He looked like a prosperous businessman. Good, she thought, might get more than just a quick blow and go here. This is a guy who can afford an hour, easy, perhaps even an overnight.

"Have you got the time, mister," she bent low to look in the car window and give him a good view of her tits. They were good tits, still pert and unmarked, the sort of tits that might remind him of girls in his youth. Nostalgia was a powerful draw for men. Make him feel young again and he might give a tip, or even better, come back again.

Debs watched as her daughter leaned over the arm of the sofa and gave her chest a jiggle. Her little pointed breasts moved enticingly, the prominent nipples rubbing at the loose top. Chrissy ran her tongue over her lips as she delivered the line "Have you got the time, mister?" Anton looked up and replied, "What are you offering?"

Chrissy whispered something which Debs didn't catch because Delroy's fingers were creating delicious feelings in her clit. Then she was cumming, unable to hold back her cries. Her thighs quivered and her legs kicked but Delroy wouldn't let her go, forcing her to look at Anton and Chrissy. Chrissy paid no attention to her mother. All her concentration seemed to be on Anton.

The punter asked what she was offering and Angel thought hard. It was dangerous to solicit for sex, the punter might be a plain clothes policeman trying to catch her, but there were things she could say. And he didn't give her the vibe of a policeman. He felt more like a gangster. She decided to be quite explicit.

"I can give you a quickie in the car, mister," she said. "Or we can do it up against that wall."

She indicated a secluded alleyway a few yards from the car and, to demonstrate her flexibility, she stood up and did a hip swerve that he could see through the window. She bent over again to continue her offers face to face.

"But I have a flat nearby, just down the road, if you fancy an hour with all the trimmings."

"Trimmings?" asked the punter with a smile. Angel felt this was going well, he might be generous. Time to be more explicit in her information.

"Plenty of blow," she said quietly. "You can eat me, cum as many times as you can manage in the hour, anal if you want, and... we can forget the condoms if you prefer it natural."

"Sounds good," said the punter. "Price?"

Angel gave him her price for an hour, then for an hour without condoms. She knew that many clients preferred not to have a rubber getting between them and their girl. Their desire for a bareback experience almost guaranteed extra cash, despite the risks.

"Where's this flat?" asked the punter and Angel pointed at the Mill apartments a few hundred yards down Grace Street. "You're on," he smiled. "One hour, all the trimmings, and no condoms."

Debs was coming down from her orgasm and could see that Chrissy and Anton were talking quietly together. Half way through the conversation her daughter stood up and ground her hips in Anton's face, then bent back over to continue the talk.

Debs saw her daughter put out her hand and Anton play-acting counting something into the palm. If she had to guess what the something was that what were being counted out, it was banknotes. Her daughter stuffed the imaginary notes into her loose top, then put out her hand and Anton got off the sofa. They both walked, hand in hand, in a circuit around the lounge and headed for the stairs. Debs craned to look. Delroy allowed her to turn and watch, but would not let her off his cock, and was still frigging her aggressively.

"Where's he taking her? What's happening?" Debs asked, feeling faint with the stimulation.

"Wha do you tink?" replied Delroy. "Him go get fuck. I'se seen tis before. She tink she whore. She giv him gud fuck."

"Oh God," said Debs. "My poor daughter."

The punter got out of the car and locked it. Angel took his hand, they liked that, made them feel she was a girlfriend. He chatted quietly as they walked the short distance down the road to the apartments. Angel's apartment was on the first floor and she was lucky in that she had her own door from the street. It made it easier for clients to come and go, or should it be cum and go?

She opened the door and there was the narrow flight of stairs up to her apartment. Just a single room with a bed, and a shared bathroom next door, but perfect for her needs. The punter followed her and she closed the doors behind him. The bed was unmade but, in her experience, this was the last thing most men worried about. Some even seemed turned on by evidence of previous punters. Used condom packets and the like. Appealed to their desire to fuck a dirty whore.

She wondered if this punter would ask to use the bathroom. It was in a worse state than her bedroom!

Chrissy took Anton up the stairs and into her bedroom. Debs, craning her neck, was able to watch her daughter for the first few steps, but then lost sight of her. Oh God, she thought, Chrissy's just nineteen - under half Anton's age. Talk about lamb to the slaughter.

"Delroy?" she said.

"Yes'm," he replied, pushing up against her.

"I must see what's happening to Chrissy," she begged.

"Okay Debbie," Delroy replied, standing up. "Watchin' is allas gud. You'll like the show!"

"Uuuugh!" Debs was taken by surprise as Delroy stood up, carrying her with him. The movement rammed his cock deep inside her and, amazingly, his cock took her weight. He grabbed her waist to steady her and then set off up the stairs. Pinned in front of him, her back to his chest, it was a strange journey, each step giving her a pulse of pleasure as his cock moved inside her.

Angel pulled the notes from her top and stuffed them into the cookie jar where she kept her earnings. Some of the other girls, those who had shared this flat when the punter wanted two girls at the same time, affectionately called her Cookie because of this habit. The punter was undressing. He'd taken off his jacket and looked around for an uncluttered space. Angel dragged a dressing gown off one of the chairs and he grunted a thank you before putting his very expensive looking jacket down. Then he started on his tie.

Angel picked up the vintage clockwork alarm clock from her bedside table and, making sure her client could see, she moved the stubby third hand - the alarm hand - of the clock to one hour ahead, and wound the spring that powered the little hammer that struck the bell on top of the clock. It might be a 1950's clock, picked up for a tenner from an antique shop in town, but it worked well enough to wake her up, and time her session with a client.

She'd bought it because once she'd allowed the punter to use his own watch, only to find it had been somehow set to run slowly. One hour had turned into two before she was able to eject him down the stairs and into the street.

She knew she needed to get this rich man feeling randy as quick as possible, before he could comment on her flat, or decide he'd made a mistake. She took her little bolero jacket off and added it to the chaos on the floor. Then removed her top and, her tits jiggling, walked over to the punter.

"What's your name, mister?" she asked. She was under no illusions. Men rarely gave their real names. But it allowed her something to scream later, when she was faking her orgasm.

"Dave," he replied.

"Well... Dave... let's get these off you."

Off came the tie and shirt and Angel pushed her lithe body up against his chest, circling her nipples against him. Her punter responded by putting his hands on her back, crushing her to him, and kissing the nape of her neck. He kissed, nibbled and licked her neck and then gently pulled on her earlobes.

"Oh Dave," Angel said. "That's lovely. Aaaaah."

The punter turned her around and the assault on her neck continued. He cupped her tits and squeezed, quite hard. Angel, who was used to hard sex, tried to relax and gave a long groan. Then one of the punter's hands was fiddling with the belt on her tiny skirt and drawing it out of the loops. Angel, obediently, reached down to slip the fastening and the skirt tumbled to the floor.

On the stairs Debs was conflicted. She wanted to see what was happening to her daughter but Delroy had other ideas. And they were very pleasurable ideas. The feelings from carrying Debs on his cock had broken his self control and he had paused to give her a good standing fuck against the wall. She was facing the wall and each thrust lifted her to the point where she was on tiptoes. And she was enjoying it, a lot.

"Delroy no," she groaned. "I want to see Chrissy... aaagh... oh shit... aaaah... oh God, oh God, oh God."

But Delroy was in full flow now, there was going to be no stopping him until he'd bred with this new woman. He put his hand in the middle of Debs' back and pushed her hard against the wallpaper. His movements caused her breasts to rub up against it and she found herself thinking, thank God it's soft anaglypta and not that rough woodchip stuff we used in the utility room.

A few moments later Delroy was flooding her with cum, holding his cock deep inside her so she couldn't escape his seed. Debs started to cum herself, her thighs twitching and shuddering and, for a minute or two, her daughter was forgotten.

Angel felt herself being turned back to face Dave. Then came the deep kisses on the mouth. Often she would claim that kisses there were reserved for her, non-existent, boyfriend, if she didn't fancy the punter, but Dave was really quite attractive. She returned the kisses and allowed his hands to move all over her body, caressing, probing, stroking. Time to get his pants off, she thought, I'm beginning to juice up. She reached down and undid his belt, then the zip of his trousers and they slid down.

This was the ungainly bit, she thought. It is hard for a man to look sexy when they have their trousers around their ankles but haven't yet taken off their shoes. And even harder to take them off in that position without falling over.

But Angel knew what to do. She dragged the punter the two steps to the bed and encouraged him to sit down. Then she knelt to remove his shoes and socks, and finally his trousers, which were now free to slide off. There was something vaguely biblical about these actions, perhaps she should also wash his feet while she was down there?

Dave was now dressed only in his underwear and he reached out to drag Angel onto the bed. Then he pushed her legs apart and started to suck at her cunt. Angel lay back and started her usual series of comments. "Oh lovely mister," she groaned. "You're so good. Oh you've been practising. That tongue's gorgeous. Shit you're really hitting the spot there Dave."

But it wasn't long before this punter was earning the accolades and Angel was wriggling on the bed as Dave drove her wild. Then he moved, stripped off his underwear with a single, practised, action and they started to 69. Angel was presented with a fat cock, that smelled deliciously musky, and she did what she had promised she would do. A condom free blow job.

Anton smiled as Chrissy started to lick and suck him. Hypnosis was a wonderful tool. Give a girl like Chrissy a post-hypnotic suggestion, and she would act out the part perfectly. He could only assume that the theory was right. That knowledge was stored in the brain, even knowledge about a subject the waking person would never dream of considering. And it could be accessed by the mind. Every personal experience, movie, or television show that involved a hooker. Every book, every news report, every documentary. They all provided the subconscious material to create Angel. Even, he suspected, sex lessons at school, and chats behind the bike sheds contributed. He returned to licking Chrissy's clitoris. Intense pleasure, while she was playing the role of Angel, should help fix the suggestion in her subconscious. And provided he 'activated' Angel on a regular basis the suggestion would be reinforced and come to be an alternative Chrissy he could use. And he could tell friends the activation touch so that they could take advantage of the teenager themselves, if she refused to go with them. So much simpler than violence, and left no marks.

Angel paused in her work on Dave's cock, which had hardened into a thing of great beauty. She was about to cum from his tongue on her clit and she knew she was very vocal when this happened. And some clients were so good they had her thrashing about with pleasure. Bad then for her to have their cock in her mouth at that moment. At the very least she wouldn't be able to coordinate her movements, and at the worst she might accidentally bite him.

"Oh Dave! Dave!" she screamed. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming so hard!"

It was one of those good times when she thrashed about and it took a little time for her to come down. By the time she had settled she was on her back on her grubby sheets, her fishnet covered legs spread wide, and Dave was looming over her, his cock in hand, and getting closer by the moment to her cunt.

"Yes Dave," she said. "Give it to me you fucker. I'm yours to use."

Delroy had stopped cumming in her, so Debs hoped she might continue climbing the stairs. "Delroy," she said. "I'm happy to go again, but I do need to see Chrissy."

He kept his cock deep in her and set off up the stairs, pushing her in front of him. Like a climbing version of doggy position. At the top of the stairs he stopped with Debs just close enough to the door to push it open with her fingertips. Then he grabbed her hips and set to 'going again' as she had agreed. Debs reached out as Delroy thrust in. She was already gasping with pleasure and knew she only had a few more moments of good coordination before she was going to lose it on this magnificent cock. She stretched, using the momentum of his thrust to give her that extra inch, and pushed at the door. It swung open.

Chrissy's room was, unfortunately, looking typical teenager. Clothes scattered everywhere, make-up all over the dresser, books and magazines in piles, some of which had slumped into mini-avalanches. The bed was unmade, with sheets drifting off onto the floor, not that this was unusual. It just a normal background of untidiness to the drama being played out before her eyes, which was about to get very erotic. Anton was naked, his knees holding Chrissy's thighs wide apart, and it looked as if his cock was about to plunge into her daughter's vagina. Debs could see Chrissy's feet with the tatty high heeled shoes still on them. The shoes, the ragged holes in the fishnets, and the absence of knickers, made her daughter look like a dirty street whore. Chrissy was saying, "Give it to me you fucker. I'm yours to use."

Angel was about to be fucked and looking forward to this punter's cock. It was satisfyingly big and the guy looked as if he knew what to do with it, unlike a lot of punters who lasted only a few minutes, if that. She moved her legs wider to encourage him and smiled, pulling at him, willing him in. He'd paid for this, he was going to get his money's worth, and she was going to get what she loved.

Then the door opened. Angel lifted her head from the pillow and stared at the pair on the landing. A woman was on her hands and knees, gasping and grunting as the man behind her gave her a good seeing to. The man was big, black, and mean looking. For a moment nothing registered, it was as if her mind was trying to fit these people into her world, then she suddenly recognised the pair. The woman was Deborah, a cheap whore, well past her prime but unable to give up her trade. And the man was Dwayne, Angel's pimp, who always made a habit of regularly fucking his whores to keep them in line.

Angel groaned, Dwayne was obviously checking up on her, she needed to make this good or she might get a thrashing. She must show him that she could really entertain the punters. She reached out to Dave's hips and pulled hard. His cock entered her, stretching her wide. As wide as her eyes went with the pleasure. No finesse, no affection, just raw desire. Then she wrapped her legs around him, grabbed his buttocks, and hammered him into her as fast as she could manage. Her little tits bounced and she looked up into Dave's face and pouted. He leered down at her and then kissed her. She pushed her tongue deep into his mouth, their saliva mixing, as he got the message and picked up the pace.

When they broke the kiss she screamed, "Fuck me Dave, fuck me hard, give it to me, yes you bastard, harder, harder."

They ground together for several minutes then her thighs were trembling and there was a warmth growing in her abdomen, she was cumming again. Twice in one session, bloody hell this punter was good.

"Yes Dave," she moaned into his ear. "Give me your cum. I want it all in me. Stick it in my womb, and... and... take me in the arse, if you want."

As she twitched under him she watched him bend down to bite her nipples. The sharp pain was also a pleasure and she yelped and grinned. Angel hoped he'd cum soon so she could get him to go a second time during his hour. The punters were more likely to return if they got a good session, cumming twice, and if she could get a few regulars, wealthy guys who could afford a couple of times a week, then she'd not need to hang about on the street as much.

A few seconds later Angel got her wish. Dave groaned and collapsed on top of her, trapping her on the bed while his seed flooded into her cunt. His cock swelled and she could feel each spurt of warm cum. She hung onto him and made appreciative groans, which she hoped Dwayne would like. Then, when Dave pulled out, she praised his ability because they always liked that.

"Oh Dave," she whispered in his ear. "You were wonderful. That was great. I've not cum so hard in ages. I want to suck your cock. Can I suck your cock, Dave?"

It was always best to check. Some men's cocks or balls were very sensitive just after cumming. They needed time to recover. In those cases she would cuddle them and give little kisses while they talked about how unappreciated they were by their wives, or how hard work was this week.

Dave grunted in the affirmative."Yeh," he said. "Suck me, Angel. I've not finished with you yet. Get me hard as nails. I want to pound you until you scream."

Debs watched her daugher swear and encourage Anton to fuck her and he pounded her for a good ten minutes. That her daughter had cum was very evident from the way she screamed it out to Anton and, at the end it was clear that Anton had cum deep in her cunt. Except she had called Anton, Dave. Why had she done that? Debs was sure Chrissy knew his real name, why call him Dave?

Delroy was still thrusting, his cock as hard as ever, his capacity for sex seemingly inexhaustible. Debs was glad he wasn't one of her 'overnighters', she'd be wreaked by the morning. She was feeling rather beaten up already. Despite her own fucking, that was making it hard to think, she was worried about her daughter. Would Chrissy get pregnant? Perhaps they should visit the GP and get her on the pill, or she could give the supply that Anton had sent her to Chrissy.

The other thing that she couldn't get her head around was the way her daughter was behaving. She'd always had Chrissy down as a slightly shy girl but that wasn't what she was seeing now. The girl on the bed was raunchy and lusty, and had just started to suck hungrily at Anton's cock, even though it was covered with his cum and Chrissy's vaginal secretions.

Angel licked the sperm off her punter's cock. Dave was resting back on the pillows, his propped up position meaning he could easily watch what she was doing. She tried to keep eye contact as much as possible as she licked and sucked and then took the semi-erect organ into her mouth. They loved it when a girl looked them in the eye whilst sucking. He smiled back at her and she glanced over at the alarm clock. Good, it was working and there was thirty minutes still to go. Enough time to get him hard again and then get some energetic fucking done. Perhaps doggy this time, with her facing the mirror on her dresser, that way he could beat her cunt at the same time as he could see her reactions.

If she could get him going again then she might be able to use her ahaego face, punters liked that. She'd seen this on a manga video. The girl pushed her tongue out and to the side of her mouth, allowing drool to drip from it, and she turned her eyes up into her skull so that only white showed. The whole expression was one that suggested the girl was overwhelmed with pleasure.

To her delight Dave's cock was stiffening rapidly and he was sitting back with a relaxed look on his face. Angel took this to mean that he wasn't struggling to avoid cumming. She could do more to keep him as a customer. She held his cock upright and pressed her lips over it, then pushed down. His cock filled her mouth, but she needed to go further if she wanted to keep this punter who had all the hallmarks of an experienced man. She pushed on and gagged as the cock pushed into her throat. Her instinct was to pull away, to free her throat, but instinct can be controlled. She pushed again and his cock slid into her throat and suddenly she was touching his pubic hair with her lips. She kept the position for fifteen seconds, then pulled away until only the head of his cock was in her mouth. Dave groaned with pleasure.

Debs watched her daughter deep throat Anton. An image she'd never thought she would see. Her own daughter fellating a stranger she'd only met this afternoon.

She had imagined Chrissy finding a boyfriend, getting engaged, then married. With the sure and certain knowledge that the wedding night might get very raunchy. And that the couple would have sex, frequently, and eventually a grandchild might arrive. But actually seeing her daughter having sex was rather disturbing and not part of the future she'd imagined. She experienced a quick burst of anger against George for getting them into this situation. Not for herself, because she had discovered that she was rather enjoying her new lifestyle, but for her daughter who hadn't asked for any of this.

Chrissy had now managed to get Anton erect and hard and was on her hands and knees on the bed, waving her buttocks at him. The invitation to sex was as blatant as possible, but she was also talking, asking him to fuck her repeatedly, as if all her inhibitions had been stripped away.

"Fuck me Dave," said Angel. "Give me it. Fuck me and do it hard. I want your cock in me. You've paid for this cunt. It belongs to you. Use it. Fuck me... fuck me fast... and fuck me hard!"

Georgina had decided to take the bus today. Walking all the way to clinic in her high heeled shoes was an intimidating prospect. The bus would drop her just a few yards from the front door of the clinic.

She had discovered that virtually none of her new clothes had pockets in them so she had to use a handbag. Why did women's clothes not have useful pockets? Inside the bag were her cards, a bit of cash, her phone and the pager. Now she understood the importance of a good handbag. And that morning she'd felt an urge to change the case for her phone. An advert had turned up on her social media feed for a sparkly protective case. It looked very nice and she was instantly attracted to it. She wondered how she was going to get the money to buy it. She'd have to ask Debs, she thought, she'll understand how much I need a sparkly pink cover for my phone.

Changing her social media account details proved easier, though there were tricky decisions. She decided to leave her gender as male, but she took a selfie and changed her account picture to herself as Georgina. It was also simple to change her name. There was a box for sexuality and she took the plunge, changing it to 'bi-curious'. She had to do a lot of actions to verify the changes but, once done, her new identity was established online and the old George profile was gone.

On the bus she sat down near the front. Walking on the moving platform in her high heels was hard, so she staggered to the first available seat. A stop later she was joined by a middle aged man who looked at her and smiled. The bus seats were quite narrow and Georgina found she was rubbing hips with the man. It felt good. He'd checked out her chest when he sat down and she found herself checking out him in return. He noticed it, and Georgina found herself smiling at him.

At the stop for the clinic she stood up and the man did as well, to let her get out of her seat. As she moved past him into the isle of the bus he 'accidentally' let his hand touch her thigh and stroke across her buttock. She got a little thrill, gave him a wiggle of her hips, and flounced off the bus. It was strangely gratifying to be the subject of interest after a lifetime of being pretty much ignored, and what the nurse had said was coming true. She had found the man in the seat next to her rather attractive, and enjoyed the touch of his hand.

The clinic receptionist was completely un-phased when she introduced himself, "Er... George... sorry Georgina... for my weekly treatment."

The staff were their usual chatty selves. After her hair had been washed and trimmed the girl then improved Georgina's eyebrows, shaping and trimming them into elegant curves. And the lady that did her nails helped her choose a colour and then applied scarlet nail varnish on both her fingernails and toenails. After that out came the lipstick and three different colours were tested. Georgina finally went for a deep shade that she, and the assistant, agreed suited her best. There followed an hour of practising applying it. Then she was given a bag with the lipstick, and some other items, to practise with at home.

A new assistant arrived. This person had a tray of tiny bottles and Georgina had to choose a scent. Many of them were too sweet for her taste and the final choice was a rather dark scent called Fleur de Lotus. The assistant showed Georgina where to dab it for best effect.

This time when she moved to the laboratory the nurse didn't put a drip into Georgina. She pressed a buzzer and the other nurse brought in the breast machine. There was a brief discussion about settings, and his nurse made several measurements of his breasts, before the machine was attached and started to stimulate her. Fully awake this time she lay in bliss as the machine continued to do things to her. The machine beeped and lights flashed. Under those hemispherical cups a lot was going on, she could tell, but she didn't want to look in case it involved needles.

She was left for a couple of hours under the machine and, when it was removed, there was a distinct improvement in Georgina's breasts. They had gone from cone shaped to much more rounded and even bounced a little when she moved. The nurse told her the regimen would be weekly for a few more weeks, then monthly for a year. She finally removed the cock lock.

"You'll not need this now," she explained. "The drugs will have done their job." Then she did a strange thing. She loosened her uniform and let Georgina get a good look at her breasts in her black lacy bra. She was well endowed with handsome breasts which would, a few weeks ago, have attracted his eye.

"Onto the massage table, please," she said. She then proceeded to give him a very sexy massage, her breasts slipping out of her uniform to droop onto his back. He could feel her nipples touching him as she moved around.

"Turn over, please," she asked. When he did he found she'd pulled her breasts out of her bra. He was faced with a half naked masseuse, a very attractive woman. He lay, unaffected by her beauty, even when she stroked close to his crotch. She smiled and pressed a call bell. "Wait here, please," she said. She pulled her uniform back into respectability and walked out of the room.

A moment later a male nurse arrived. He was tall, with blonde hair, and he quickly stripped until all he was wearing were short socks and trainers. Then he started to massage Georgina. She watched this nurse's chest, which was broad and well muscled and thought how attractive he was. Then she glanced down at the youth's cock. It hung flaccid as he worked on the muscles of Georgina's legs in a calm and professional manner, and she imagined sucking it. Georgina's cock was engorging, rising in response to this beautiful youth. And, by the time the nurse had reached Georgina's feet, and was smoothing out the stresses of walking in high heels, Georgina's cock was fully erect and she was desperate to reach out to grasp this wonderful man's cock.

To Georgina's disappointment she was left alone to rest after the massage and slowly her cock returned to its flaccid state. She lay and contemplated this new information. She was now, she thought, transformed into a new being. She struggled to come up with a term and ended up with Femboy. She was still equipped as a man, a 'boy', but clearly her desire was for men. But this wasn't simply being gay, being a man who loved men. Somehow she had been given feminine traits. She was a man who was 'fem' and ready and willing, like Toni, to accept the attention of men.

Her new status was enhanced by the fact that her breasts had really responded well to the machine and she was beginning to detect a little extra padding on her hips and bottom too. Yes, Femboy would cover it. She would presumably become more and more feminine. And that told her something about the work Anton wanted her to do. Like Debs she was to become an escort. In her case, for men who liked a feminised man. Quite a specialised market, she suspected. She had talked with Debs about how much money his wife was earning for Anton from the men who stayed overnight, and the figure astonished her. But they would probably pay two, or even three, times more to be with Georgina the Femboy!

The female nurse returned half an hour later and confirmed that Georgina should visit again next week, but that there was enough time to get started on his cock.

"Oh god," Georgina gasped. "You're not going to chop it off, are you?"

"Let me get the Enhancer," the nurse replied. "You're not losing your cock. Quite the opposite, you are to have your cock enhanced. It's so that clients that liked to be 'bottom' or 'versatile' can be serviced by you."

"Sorry," Georgina gasped. "What exactly do you mean by 'bottom' and 'versatile'?"

"Let's see," said the nurse. "You got hard when Robert gave you the massage. Correct?"

"Well yes," Georgina replied. "He's quite a hunk, isn't he?"

"Yes he is," replied the nurse. "And if he'd wanted to have sex with you? If he'd filled your anus with strong, hard, cock?"

"Oh!" Georgina gasped, "I suppose I would have liked that. I did feel very horny."

"In that case he would have been the Top and you would have been his Bottom."

"Oh, yes I see. I rather like the idea of being a Bottom."

"And if, afterwards, he'd kissed you, and asked you to suck him, and then to fuck him in the ass?"

Georgina wondered for a moment, allowing herself to imagine the situation. Her cock jerked and she started to get a hard on again. She thought of having her hands on his wonderful hips, of kissing that magnificent phallus that he had dangled so temptingly before her, and of pushing his own cock into the man's anus.

"Ooooh!", Georgina gasped. "That's what you mean by versatile."

"Exactly," said the nurse. "Some people are Top only. Some are Bottom only. And some are versatile and can switch between both roles. Anton wants you well equipped to perform the versatile role."

"I see," said Georgina. "And I suppose size matters if you're being Top or Versatile."

"Correct," replied the nurse. "We're going to make you very well endowed. None of your clients will complain that you aren't big enough to satisfy them!"

The new machine was a big tube and Georgina's cock was put inside it. For half an hour things happened and Georgina tried not to shout out. It was like the best wank she'd ever had, that went on and on, but where she couldn't ejaculate. The machine wouldn't let her. And when it was removed it looked as if her cock might be just that little bit larger.

After leaving the clinic Georgina stopped at a cafe and spent some time thinking of her future over a hot chocolate and marshmallows. She came to the conclusion she'd been tricked. Debs and Chrissy could go back to their normal lives quite easily once the six months contract had expired. But could she? The very fact that she just used the phrase 'but could she' told her that going back was probably impossible. He was now a she, and a she who would take a man's cock and - if required - would return the favour.

She got the bus home, hoping there might be a nice man she could share a seat with.

Dave moved behind Angel and she could feel his cock rubbing against her. It tapped her buttocks, nudged against her anus and, for a moment, she thought he was going to bugger her. Then the head of his cock slid lower and she experienced the delicious sensation of warm, hard flesh entering her cunt. She groaned with delight.

"Oh yes," she moaned. "Give it to me!"

Anton reached forward to grasp the teen's hips and started to ram into her. The view was excellent. Looking down at her buttocks he could see his cock distorting her cunt lips as he thrust, and looking forward he could see her face reflected in the mirror on her untidy dressing table.

He found it exciting to treat inexperienced girls like prostitutes. Discovering his ability to mind-control teens by the use of hypnosis had been a wonderful discovery. It made it possible to make them compliant. Then he could have the inexperienced teen when he wanted her, and also the slut and whore when he preferred that scenario. And because the teen who was inexperienced couldn't remember what had happened when she had been a whore she stayed inexperienced much longer. For a long time he could have his cake and eat it too!

The door was open and he could see Debs being roughly taken by Delroy. She was watching him fuck her daughter and he knew that many mothers could not cope with this. But he was confident that Debs was already so absorbed in her own pleasure that she would not object. All the men he had sent to her bed had reported back that she was willing and able, even describing her as enthusiastic. Well worth the money they'd spent, which was beginning to mount up.

For a moment he considered getting Delroy to put Debs onto the bed next to her daughter so they could indulge in a swapping foursome. But this might break Chrissy's mind control, or push Debs beyond her breaking point. Under the post-hypnotic suggestion Chrissy would try to incorporate everything she saw into the fantasy but, if something couldn't be made to fit, there was a chance that the whole of the suggestion would be rejected. He decided discretion was the better part of valour and signed to Delroy to take Debs back downstairs. The man obeyed, pulling out of the women, and closing the door.

Angel was jerking around on Dave's cock. He was a great client, an experienced lover, and strong enough to bounce her body around on the bed. Taking control, giving it to her hard, which she liked. She hoped that a good tip would be forthcoming at the end of the session.

Her pimp, Dwayne, to her delight, had gone. He'd closed the door and taken Deborah, the old whore, with him. He must be happy with her performance. Doubtless he'd be back later to take his cut of the money but Angel was okay with that. Used to it. And used to giving Dwayne freebies whenever he demanded them. She'd still do well if Dave became a regular.

She glanced at the clock, just five minutes left of Dave's session, time to get him to cum a second time. She reached back under herself and started to stroke his balls. Delicate strokes, designed to raise his pleasure to a point where he couldn't avoid cumming. Dave grunted and reached forward to grab her tits, a good sign, and Angel started to push back against his cock. A minute later he was cumming, shouting out his pleasure, swearing at her.

"You fabulous bloody whore!" he cried. "I'm cumming so hard! God! You're such a great slut! Aaaargh!!!"

They collapsed together on the bed and, a short time later, the alarm went off. Angel slammed her hand down on the switch to turn it off, and then returned to cuddling her punter. He lay for a few minutes and then extracted himself from her grasp. She watched as he dressed and stuffed some notes into her cookie jar. Then he collected some clothes from the floor, knickers, socks, jeans, and a Corrupt Bimbo T-shirt.

"Put these on," he said.

Angel complied. Many men had clothes fetishes, it was best to go with them, they were mostly harmless. Then he asked her to lay on the bed face down. This was more unusual, and she wondered what would happen next. If it was kinky then she'd have to ask for more money. What happened was that he reached over and tapped her right shoulder three times in quick succession.

Chrissy woke up. She'd been sleeping on her unmade bed. She felt knackered, and rather sore between her legs, though she couldn't understand why. I must have been tired, she thought, and had an afternoon nap.

Her room was much as normal except she noticed two changes. Someone, she was sure it wasn't her, had changed the alarm hand on her vintage alarm clock from the time to wake up for college to a few minutes ago. And her cookie jar had been moved to a prominent position on her dresser. She put the alarm back to the correct time, and took a look at the cookie jar. The lid wasn't fully inserted but, she thought, there were only a few sweets in it, it shouldn't be loose like that.

She opened it and found a small bundle of notes. She counted them. There was a lot of cash here, but why? It wasn't her birthday. Perhaps her mother had given her them as a compensation for the way their lives had been turned upside down. I must thank her, she thought, and headed downstairs. She vaguely remembered that her pager had said something about having visitors.

By the time she was halfway down the stairs she could hear her mother moaning and gasping. For a moment she thought to turn back, to hide in her room, but she plucked up her courage and continued. In the living room her mother was being fucked by two men. One was Abi's father, the other was - presumably - the famous Anton. Her mother glanced in her direction, her jaw slack, her eyes glazed.

"Oh God," Chrissy gasped. "Sorry mum, I didn't mean to..."

"Not to worry, Chrissy," said Anton. "Your mother doesn't mind, I'm sure. Now sit there and watch. You have lots to learn."

Chrissy took the seat indicated and tried to look away, at the floor, anywhere to avoid watching her own mother being roughly fucked by these men.

"No!" said Anton, sharply. "Look at her! If you don't look at her then I'm going to get Delroy to do to you what he's doing to your mum."

Since what Delroy was doing was pushing his large cock into her mother's anus, lubricated only by gobbets of spit, and her mother was beginning to wail in distress, Chrissy decided to comply. She sat for over an hour while the men took her mother in every hole and in every way possible, sometimes individually, sometimes both at the same time.

Anton made sure she was close to the action at all times. Watching as a thick cock was pushed into a welcoming hole, listening as her mother groaned and gasped, close enough to be splashed with sperm as they pulled out half way through cumming. While Debs was lying on her back on top of Delroy, his cock in her arse, Anton made Chrissy put her hand on her mother's breasts, stroke her tummy, and finally put her fingers into her mother's cum splattered bush to rub her clitoris.

Then, as Delroy turned her mum over, the front door opened and her dad... Georgina... came in. Chrissy had to admit the clothes were wonderful. He... sorry... she looked like she belonged on a red carpet. Chrissy spotted that her nails had been painted and her eyebrows neatened. Her walking in the high heels was still a little wobbly but definitely getting better.

Georgina closed the door and walked into the living room and a live sex show. Debs was bent over the coffee table with a black man giving her anal sex. Her head was in Anton's lap. He was sitting on the coffee table, his thighs wide, and Debs was sucking on his cock. Anton had his hand in her hair and was pumping her head up and down. She was gurgling and moaning as the pair of them worked on her, and Chrissy was sitting on the sofa watching her mother very closely. Anton's free hand was holding Chrissy's and he was making her stroke Debs' back.

The sight of Anton gave Georgina mixed feelings. Fear at the sight of the man she owed money to, but desire at the sight of this man naked and rampant. The smell of male sexuality pervaded the room, which added to her arousal, and she discovered that she was becoming erect.

"Sorry Anton," she said, quickly. "I didn't know you'd be here. Please continue... er... fucking my wife's throat."

"I will," replied Anton. "Unless you can give me a better option."

He's talking about Chrissy, Georgina thought, but he's looking at me. Oh, perhaps he wants me. Chrissy looks scared, I'd best make the offer, before he does that to my daughter.

"How about me?" she said. "My name is Georgina, and you can fuck my throat Anton, if it pleases you."

Anton released Debs and stood up, his cock rampant and glazed with saliva and cum. Then he hooked his finger at Georgina and pointed down at his cock.

"Let's see what you can do," he said, with a leer.

Georgina walked over to him, trying to do so in her best sexy walk. The high heel shoes induced a wobble that she tried to take advantage of to make her hips sway. Then she knelt in front of her employer and reached out to touch his cock. A few weeks ago this would have been an impossibility, that she was about to taste a cock, but now she could feel desire growing. And literally growing between her legs as her new, improved, cock started to become erect. She pursed her lips and kissed the magnificent beast before her.

Chrissy watched as her mother continued to be impaled on Delroy's cock and her father, now Georgina, kissed Anton's penis. We have become his slaves, she thought. What is to happen next? Dean Hughes said I would be seduced by Anton, that he would take me. It hasn't happened yet but what did Miss Forbes say? 'Once he's had her she's fair game.'

Her dad was now licking Anton and fondling his thighs. Anton's cock was so erect that it tapped against his abdomen and Georgina was licking up its length toward the head. If Anton was so aroused by her dad worshipping him, she thought, he must be bisexual. Dad is gonna get taken just as roundly as her mum.

As she watched, frightened to turn away in case it angered Anton, she saw him reach down and unzip her dad's dress. It fell open and Anton mauled the breasts that were developing nicely. Chrissy could not help but compare them with her own. They had overtaken hers for size in the last week. Her dad groaned as nipples were pinched and stretched.

Then it was happening. Her dad... it was difficult not to still think of the person in front of her as her dad... had opened his mouth wide and taken Anton's cock deep inside. She watched as Georgina sucked and gagged and pushed and drew back, only for Anton to grasp her head and prevent escape. Deeper and deeper went Anton's fat cock and Georgina started to wriggle her body as it pushed into her throat. Chrissy could see Georgina's dress distorted around her crotch and reacted with a shocked understanding, her dad was getting an erection. He was turned on by this.

Her mum was cumming, again, and this time her screams were chorused by Delroy who roared out his pleasure. What seemed like gallons of cum was being put into her mother. Delroy held his cock deep inside her but the sperm leaked out, dripping onto the coffee table and the carpet. Then, still cumming, he pulled out and laid his cock on her back. Chrissy watched his cum spurting into the hollow of her mum's back, and splashing up as far as her shoulder blades.

Then her attention was drawn to Anton. He was bellowing too, his cock in his hand and Georgina sitting back on her haunches with her mouth wide open. Cum flowed and filled Georgina's mouth. Chrissy looked at her father. He... she... showed no disgust at drinking a man's cum, on the contrary, she seemed to be worshipping Anton. Her face was full of delight.

"Swallow," said Anton. "Swallow and you can start your work tomorrow. And I promise you'll love it. You've had the injections, they've had a chance to do their thing, and your tits have been developed very nicely, I have a client who is champing at the bit to be your first." Chrissy watched Georgina swallow and smile up at Anton, who continued, "Well done lass, my client loves taking anal virginity. He's very good at it. You'll love him."

Anton and Delroy dressed and Chrissy felt a bit disappointed. She'd been convinced that today Anton would have sex with her, even braced herself for the possibility. But all she'd been made to do was watch her mother and father. When would it happen, she wondered? convinced that Anton wasn't the sort of person who might forgive her dad and let her off the hook.

"Er... Anton," Chrissy said, as he started for the front door.

"Yes babe," he replied. "Quickly babe, I've an important meeting to attend."

"What about me?" she asked.

"What about you?"

"I thought... well I thought..."

"You thought I'd be fucking you today," he smiled a secretive smile.

"Well, yes."

"Are you ready? Is your cunt aching to get some action, like your mum?"

"I'm not sure... perhaps... no... yes... oh I really don't know." Her cunt certainly felt strange, now she concentrated on it, was this what it felt to be desperate for a man?

"Tell you what," he said, leaning down so his mouth was close to her ear, and putting his hand under her chin, lifting and stretching her neck. "You have a think. And if the answer's yes, and you're ready for some good fucking, then press YES and the question mark on your pager. And I'll fix it for you. I'll send an experienced man to get you started. I'll send someone who'll initiate you into all the delights you're going to experience working for me. Deal?"

He winked.

"Er... deal, I suppose."

"Bye babe," he grinned. "See you soon."

Pager Update : Debs has been double penetrated and watched her hypnotised daughter Chrissy, in her alter-ego as Angel the Streetwalker, being taken by Anton. Georgina has given her first blowjob to a man. : Update Ends