He took another deep breath. He had to do something. He couldn’t just sit there like an idiot!
Elle helped him out. She took her cock with one hand and then she took his head with the other. She pulled them together, and Luke had no choice but to open his mouth. The cock went in, sliding along his tongue. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine something else—anything else. But the only image in his mind was the image of that throbbing cock. She began to thrust her hips forward, fucking his face as if it belonged to a blow-up sex doll. “Oh, that feels so good. Your mouth is so fucking warm,” she said.
He could feel her cock throbbing on his tongue. He could even taste the sweet tinge of what he was pretty sure was pre-cum. But it wasn’t as horrible and disgusting as he expected. At least she smelled and looked like a woman. It didn’t seem much different than sucking on her finger or her neck—it was just another part of her body. So he began to suck. She moaned and nestled her fingers into his hair.
“Now it’s my turn, baby,” she said, using one of her heeled feel to push him onto his back. She looked stunning from down on the floor: standing tall and confident in her heels—even with her dripping erection. The studio lights seemed to be hitting her from behind, making her into a silhouette from Luke’s position on the floor. She almost looked like Wonder Woman, with her toned physique and perky tits.
She sunk down, onto her hands and knees, and she plunged his cock into her mouth. She sucked with elegance, bobbing her head slowly and wrapping her tongue around his shaft expertly. It felt good. It felt so right and so wrong at the same time—so wrong for so many different reasons. Luke had his eyes closed. He was faking orgasmic sounds, as if he was on the verge of coming, but in reality he wasn’t too far away. He opened his eyes momentarily and saw the lens of the camera, looking right at him, getting that very important reaction shot. His heart stuttered. He knew he was just looking at a piece of glass, but he knew that piece of glass represented potential millions, including his own friends.
Elle stood back up, putting her hands on Luke’s shoulders and looking into his eyes. She kissed him, giving him a taste of his own cock, and then she spun around and bent over, showing him the perfect curve of her soft ass. He reached down and grabbed her cheeks with both of his hands. He stretched her apart, revealing that puckering hole. He’d been in that hole before, but his heart still pounded ferociously as he stared at it. He wasn’t wearing a mask on his face. There was nothing hiding his identity. It was only a matter of time before someone found that video—once it hit the net, it would be online forever, being watched every single day, every single hour—maybe even every single minute. Some of those porn videos had hundreds of millions of views. And God knows how many sites the video would end up on…
Luke closed his eyes again. He could still back out. He hadn’t signed any paperwork. Could they even legally post the video without his written consent? Surely if he told them to take it down, they would have no choice—right? But if he backed out, where was he going to get money? He already had dollar signs glowing in his mind—and they were big dollar signs.
He pressed the tip of his erection up to that puckering hole. Elle moaned; it was a fake moan, but it was still cute. He circled his tip along her rim as the cameraman got in close, getting that camera right up into the action. Luke could feel Elle puckering against his tip, as if she was inviting him in. And he knew that the sooner he did it, the sooner it would all be over with. The camera was hardly ever on him anyway. No one watches the man in the video—especially not in a video where the fetish is dangling between the girl’s legs.
Luke pressed in. Elle gasped. She was tight. Her anal walls clenched his cock hard for a few seconds before releasing him and allowing him to sink deeper. He wanted to take his time, but he knew the audience didn’t want to watch a man slowly penetrating a tranny. They wanted to watch her getting fucked. They wanted to hear her scream and wonder: ‘how the hell does she do that?’ So he pushed hard, penetrating her completely, making her body tense up with another sharp gasp. “Do you like that?” he asked through clenched teeth.
“Oh God, it feels so good. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me!”
So he started to fuck her, thrusting hard and deep. She pushed herself back, pressing her soft bum into his hard pelvis. It was mesmerizing, watching her soft bum squash up against his hard pelvis. She stood up carefully, wobbling slightly in her heels. Luke took his hands and ran them up her naked torso, cupping her firm breasts tightly. She turned her head and looked into his eyes. Then they kissed.
And Luke couldn’t tell if that kiss was for the camera or if it was for him. If felt real. It felt much different than the squirming tongue kiss they shared just a few minutes earlier. She gently bit his bottom lip, and then she tickled his lip with the tip of her tongue. He pressed his whole cock into her body and held it there for a moment, revelling in that amazing feeling: her anal walls tensing along the length of his shaft. Luke groaned in an attempt to fight away the euphoria. He didn’t want to come yet—he knew what would happen if he came. He knew the producer was looking for a certain runtime, and he knew the producer didn’t care how he got that runtime—whether Luke was inside of Elle or Elle was inside of Luke.
But Luke couldn’t hold on any longer. He bit down on his tongue and he groaned, and then he pulled out reluctantly. He wanted to come inside of her so badly, but he knew they wanted that cumshot on camera. He grabbed his cock firmly and used his free hand to bend Elle over. “I’m going to come on you,” he said, so the cameraman would know to get in close. But Elle didn’t want to take it on the ass, so she spun around and dropped to her knees, holding up her perky tits.
The cameraman swooped in and then Luke shuddered as his cock began to unload hot cum all over those fake breasts. He groaned and squirmed and squeezed his shaft tight. He almost didn’t notice Elle opening her mouth and ducking her head to catch a few blasts on her tongue. Though he didn’t notice the cum on her lips when she finally stood back up and kissed him again. He’d never tasted his own cum before. It was slightly off-putting, but not enough to take him out of the moment—and not even enough to stop him from kissing Elle deeply with his tongue.
She pressed her chest against his while they made out. He felt his own warm cum spreading across his skin. And he could also feel her hard shaft pressing against his abdomen. He knew that shaft only had one destination in mind: his asshole.
Elle put her hands on his sides and started turning him. She was surprisingly strong—or maybe that wasn’t such a surprise. Luke ended up with his back to Elle. She pressed against his back with the palm of her hand, pushing him into a bent over position. His heart stuttered. He’d never been penetrated before. He knew it would hurt, but he knew it wouldn’t kill him. It probably wouldn’t even leave any sort of permanent damage—but he was still afraid. He was still about to be penetrated by a tranny for many thousands of people to watch.
He felt her warm tip press up against his hole. He felt her hands pulling his cheeks apart to show the camera. “Look at that little virgin hole,” she said with a grin in her voice. And Luke’s heart stuttered as he wondered how she could tell it was a virgin hole. Would it never look the same after she was finished fucking it? Or was she just saying that for dramatic effect?
Luke took a deep breath and bit down on his tongue, just in time. She pushed deep inside of him, not even giving him a chance to clench to hold her back. He could feel every inch of her inside of his body, throbbing intensely. She dug her nails gently into the skin of his ass and started to thrust. Luke wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do. He’d never even watched a video of a man being penetrated before. Was he supposed to moan like a girl? Was he supposed to grunt as if he was thrusting? Or was he supposed to squirm and groan as if it hurt, as if her cock was so big it was stretching him beyond his comfort zone?
He was being stretched, but it didn’t hurt. It didn’t quite feel like anything, aside from a strange internal massage—at least at first. B
ut after a few thrusts in and out, he started to feel something swelling inside of him. A warm buzzing started to tickle his whole genital region, from his asshole to the tip of his cock. “Shit,” he muttered. He clenched hard, but it didn’t stop Elle from thrusting. He could feel every little detail, right down to her throbbing veins. “Oh, fucking shit,” he groaned. He reached out and grabbed firmly onto the edge of the nearby couch. That buzzing was getting stronger and stronger. His legs were starting to tremble as his heart pounded harder.
It felt so good. He had to bite down hard on his tongue to stop himself from screaming out in pleasure. Being fucked on camera was humiliating enough—actually enjoying it was unacceptable. But the fact was: he was enjoying it. He’d never felt anything like it. How had he gone so long without knowing how amazing being penetrated could feel? How had he never stuck anything up there, just to experiment?
He could feel Elle’s cock swelling now, getting thicker and harder, getting ready to burst. Her nails dug deeper into his skin and her moaning became louder. “Fuck,” she muttered under her breath. “I’m going to come. I’m going to fucking come.”
“In his mouth!” hushed the producer—his voice was almost a whisper.
Elle slammed down hard a few more times, and then she couldn’t take any more. She pulled out, leaving Luke with a lingering elation. His head was spinning and he couldn’t process what was happening.
“Spin around!” hushed the producer, but the sentence made no sense to him in his state of euphoric confusion. So Elle and the cameraman quickly ran around him and Elle pushed him to the ground. And then she started to come. The first blast hit his closed lips. His winced away, and then he heard, “Open your fucking mouth!” So he hesitantly opened his mouth, and then the warm cum started to fill him up, splashing against his tongue and coating the back of his throat. He gagged but managed to take the rest of her load. “Don’t swallow it! Hold it there!” the producer yelled.
Elle stepped aside and the cameraman moved in, getting that lens right up to Luke’s face. He held his mouth open, showing the pool of warm whiteness. Then Elle stepped back in, dropped to her knees, and pressed her lips against his. She kissed and managed to suck her own cum into her mouth. She turned and showed it to the camera before spitting it back into Luke’s mouth. “Swallow it, baby,” she said. So he did. “Good boy.” She gave him a little slap on the cheek and then stood up, her semi-erect cock swaying from side to side with a drop of cum dangling off of her tip.
“And cut! We got it!” the producer called out. He had a big smile on his face. Everyone immediately started wrapping the set up. But Luke just remained on his knees, his mind still swirling with confusion. Did that really just happen? Did he really just enjoy having sex with a tranny?
Elle walked up and helped him to his feet. “Are you okay?” she asked.
“Huh?” he said, looking at her slowly, still trapped in his daze. “Me? Um, yeah, I’m fine.” He managed to force a smile.
“First time, huh? Well you did great,” she said. “I really enjoyed that.”
“Me too,” he said, and he hated that it was true.
She looked down at her chest, which was coated with cum. “And look at all of that cum! You’ve got a real gift.” She wiped some of it up with the tip of her finger and then she wiped it on the tip of his nose with a little giggle. “You can shower with me if you want. There’s only the one working shower in the house.”
Luke followed her to the bathroom, still in his frazzled state. She ran the shower hot and then she got in. “Come on in before the water gets cold.” And then he found himself standing in the shower with her. He couldn’t quite figure out how he’d ended up there. He looked down and watched as the hot water ran off the tip of her long cock. She noticed him staring, so she shook her hips, making her cock slap from thigh to thigh. “Earth to Luke!” she said with another cute giggle.
He shook his head. “Sorry,” he said, looking away quickly. “I’m just—trying to wrap my head around everything.”
“It seems weird at first, but it’s really not that weird. It’s just sex,” she said. “You did good—I promise. I’ve done a lot of God-awful scenes that don’t even end up online. This wasn’t one of them.” She passed him the bar of soap. He took it and stared at it. It took him a moment to figure out what he was supposed to do with it. “You know, you’ve got a good body for CD scenes. They would pay you a lot more.”
“CD scenes?” he asked.
“Cross-dresser scenes. They would doll you up like a girl. There’s a big market for that kind of thing. Back when I was doing CD scenes, they were paying me four grand per shoot. I make more than that now that I went through the transition—but I bet the going rate’s gone up since then.”
Luke had to strain to process the information Elle was feeding him. Was she telling him that he could make at least four thousand dollars for doing the same thing but dressed as a woman? And was that level of humiliation worth four grand? At least if he was dressed as a woman, no one would recognize him… Or would they?
CHAPTER V
Luke now had a couple thousand dollars, which was more than he knew what to do with. He spent most of the next day simply staring at the wad of cash. Whenever the dreadful thought of a friend finding that video came into his head, he just looked at that wad of cash, and the anxiety washed away. He couldn’t help but wonder: maybe money can buy peace and happiness.
He ordered himself some new bed sheets and then he ordered himself some new dishes for his kitchen. He called an appliance repair company and had a man come out to fix his dishwasher, which hadn’t been running for almost three years. Then he went down to the store and bought groceries: two hundred dollars of groceries, which was more than quadruple what he usually spent. Once he was back in his apartment, he called his cable provider and subscribed to the sports package, so that he could spend the rest of the day watching football.
He felt spoiled, and he still had well over a thousand dollars in his bank account, which was more than enough to survive another month. He had a big smile on his face that just wouldn’t go away. And he thought it would never go away, but then he remembered that video would soon be online—or maybe it was already online.
He pulled out his computer and navigated over to Elle’s porn page. There was the video. ‘Elle fucks and gets fucked’ was the title of the movie. It was only thirteen minutes long, and once again, there were no cuts. Luke watched the clip reluctantly. His heart dropped into his stomach every time his face was on the screen. But thankfully, his face only made it on the screen a handful of times, and only for a few seconds at a time. Though his tattoo was often on camera. It wouldn’t take more than a minute for a friend to recognize Luke.
He could feel his face turning white. He closed down the video and prayed that no one would ever see it. The video already had thousands of views. But maybe the half-life of a porn movie is short. Maybe it would get buried in a matter of days, before any of Luke’s friends could find it. Or maybe Luke didn’t know anyone who was interested in tranny porn. Maybe he had nothing to worry about regardless of whether the video took off or not…
Every time his phone buzzed, his heart skipped a beat. He was always reluctant to look at the screen and read the messages. Luckily, none of the messages were regarding that video. Though he did get one message from the porn producer. “Elle tells me you might be interested in a CD scene. We could do $5,000, but only if you can do another one of those cumshots. You free tomorrow?” Luke’s whole body shuddered. He suddenly felt cold.
He tried to think of a response—but first, he had to decide if it was worth it. Five thousand dollars was a lot of money. With a quick glance around his apartment, he could see many things that needed replacing: the old TV that sometimes worked and sometimes didn’t, the old microwave that would blow its breaker if left on for more than forty-two seconds, the rug that had a two year old tomato sauce stain on it… Hell, if Luke got five grand, he could look into mov
ing into a new apartment—one with walls that actually stopped the sounds of the neighbours from getting through—maybe an apartment that didn’t have a break-in every month. The possibilities were endless. And, of course, if they dolled him up, he would be unrecognizable—right?
He slowly typed a message back to the producer. “I’m free tomorrow,” he wrote.
“And you can do the voice, right?” the producer asked.
“Yep,” Luke said. Though he had no idea if he could do a female voice. He tried his best attempt right there in his apartment living room, but he had no idea how he sounded. So he got his computer out, smacked the microphone a few times so that it would turn on, and then he tried recording a few lines. He tried not to cringe as he listened to his recording. It didn’t sound fantastic, but it wasn’t terrible. It needed work, so the rest of that night was spent practising: watching tutorials online and then recording more lines of random dialogue. It was around midnight when Luke was able to listen to a recording of himself without feeling awkward and idiotic. It didn’t sound too bad—or maybe he was just getting used to the sound of his own lousy female voice. Hopefully it would be enough for the porno producer.
He got up early and took a long shower. It occurred to him while he was washing his hair that he had no idea what he’d actually signed himself up for. He knew that it was Elle who suggested the idea to the producer, but that didn’t mean that Elle would be in the video with him. Maybe there would be no trannies or even any girls—maybe Luke had signed himself up to be fucked by some muscular man. Or maybe he was going to be bukkaked: fucked and sprayed by many men. The possibilities were endless, and they all terrified Luke. But the thought of that five grand still lured him back to that same house in that same quaint little neighbourhood. He approached the door slowly and then rang the bell with his eyes shut tight.
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