Little Blonde CUNT!

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Little Blonde CUNT!Faggot! Sissy! Bitch! Cunt! PUSSY! Now that I was hanging out at the ABS on a regular basis, I was getting used to guys calling me these names. Back then I was still married to Dani, and was still partly in the closet. So when I went out I would always wear a tank top and cut off jeans shorts, trying not to attract too much attention. One hot afternoon I was walking on San Pablo Blvd. and because it was really hot, I took off my tank top and stuck it in my waistband. A cop pulled over and told me I “cant do that.” And when I asked what he meant he said: “You can’t walk around in public topless.” When I told him I was a guy and showed him my driver’s license, he didn’t know what to do, because I had nicer set of tits than a lot of women. He asked me to do him a favor and cover up because they had received a lot of calls about a woman walking topless down San Pablo. So I put my shirt back on until I got in Secrets ABS. Until now, all of my sexual activity had been limited to mostly anonymous blowjobs at the adult video stores. Yes, I did have some regulars, but it was usually just a quick, furtive blowjob, without much interaction; they would zip up and leave. But with JJ it was different. He was completely at ease in the booth, and he loved to take his time. He had no problem being completely naked in there. So after our initial encounter, where he popped my cherry so hard I had to get stitches, we had developed a sort of relationship. If I hadn’t met him I probably could have kept my marriage to Dani – at least for a longer time – I know now that if it hadn’t been JJ it would have been someone else eventually.I had been seeing JJ at the AVS for a few months – usually once or twice a week – before he asked me out. When I first began sneaking out behind my wife’s back, I had planned only on limiting my sexual activities to the AVS. So when JJ invited me to go to the Folsom Street Fair in San Francisco, I initially told him I couldn’t go. He didn’t take it so well; he got mad and left. I didn’t see him for almost a month, and believe me – I was missing him – a LOT! So when he finally showed up I was overjoyed. But he wouldn’t come in the booth with me! “But … honey – WHY??” I asked him, disappointment written all over my face.”You KNOW why, Keven,” he answered. “I asked you to come to the Fair with me and you flat out disrespected me.””But, DADDY!” I blurted out – “You KNOW I’m married!” And nothing I said would move him. I knew that if I wanted to keep seeing him I was going to have to take a chance. So I agreed to go with him. He wanted to go on Saturday, so when I told him I’d go, he came in and gave me the hottest fuck ever – as a reward for being a “good girl!”Dani always left for the massage parlor early on Saturdays, so as soon as she left I got in my car and drove to the supermarket he told me to meet up with him at, and I left my car in the lot and we drove to the City in his car. He had told me to wear just shorts, flip flops, and a t-shirt – no underwear. When we got to Folsom Street canlı kaçak bahis and parked he told me to get on the seat with my ass up and pull down my cutoffs. Then he took out a Sharpie and wrote the word BARE, on my left buttock, and, BACK, on my right buttock. When we got to the event, JJ told me to strip off – right there in public! It felt weird, humiliating – and liberating at the same time! Then he took out a leather collar with a leash attached and fastened it around my neck. If you know anything about the Folsom Street Fair, you know that being led around leashed and naked, isn’t all that weird. But it was new to me and it took me awhile to get over my self consciousness.As we strolled people would take pics of me. Whenever we passed a guy with his cock out, JJ would have me go over and squeeze it. We passed one guy who was only wearing a pair of cargo shorts, and a fat girl was sucking him off. Later we saw him standing against a building with his hardon out, and JJ sent me over to blow him. I got down right there on the hard sidewalk and sucked him until he shot a load over my tits! A lot of the bystanders were videotaping and snapping pics. I didn’t care – I had gotten over my initial inhibitions and was loving all the attention, wiggling and rump shaking for everyone, people – both men and women were sucking my tits! It was crazy!We drove back to Richmond later, and JJ told me that I was his “woman” now. He said, “You a woman, and it’s about time you start actin like one. I’ma put you up in high heels.”I wasn’t sure what he meant, but he explained to me that, except for my dick, I looked every inch a woman. He called me a “shemale” and said that I was never meant to be a guy, that I was a “mistake,” and that it was “natural” for me to be a woman. “Yeah,” he said, “You ‘posed to be a woman, and I’ma put you up in high heels. You gone make me some MONEY, girl!”JJ knew all about me. We had had long talks about my past, and I had told him how I had been crossdressing and could pass as a female, and he was always asking me why I stayed married to Dani. But then it had been just talk, he knew it wasn’t his business. But since going to Folsom with him, it was like something had changed and he became more possessive toward me. He kept pressuring me to leave Dani, saying: “If you don’t tell her pretty soon, then I will. Are you my girl, or not?”One thing that happened the day after I went to Folsom with JJ was, I had completely forgotten about the markings – “BARE BACK -” that JJ had put on my ass, and when I got up to tinkle in the morning, Dani saw it! She was pretty pissed off and asked me what the fuck that was all about, and I made up some lame excuse that she didn’t believe. She told me that there was no way I could have done it myself – it was too even. At any rate she let it drop, but I could tell she was looking at me through different eyes after that. Then, a few weeks later, I guess I got mouthy to JJ and he beet me up. He told me I was “sassy,” and had “disrespected” him. It wasn’t tipobet güvenilir mi a real hard beeting, he mainly slapped me around hard – enough to give me a black eye and a fat lip, but I had to try to explain that to Dani, so I made up a story about how a guy was slapping his girlfriend around and I had intervened. I could tell she found that hard to believe, given how small I am. Now when I went out at night, I went out in full drag. I had done it off and on for years, but now, under JJ’s orders, all my outfits were very sexy and provocative – he dressed me like a hoe! I was now dressing in butt baring short shorts, skimpy halter tops, lipstick and high heels – ALWAYS high heels – JJ was insistent on that! Dani and I lived in a semi ghetto apartment complex, and when I’d leave for the AVS, our neighbors could see me. Most of them probably didn’t recognize me at first, but I was doing this 5 to 6 nights a week, and one time the apartment manager, a black lady said: “Hi Keven! You done beautified yo self I see!” I just smiled and kept walking, wondering how long before someone told Dani. Honestly, I really didn’t want to leave the apartment in drag like that; I wanted to change when I got to the AVS, but JJ insisted that I live every minute as a woman! He warned me not to defy him, and, to be honest, there was a menacing part of him that frightened me. Don’t get me wrong – I was in love with him – more than I had ever been in love with my wife – but I was beginning to understand that JJ did not want to be crossed. He also renamed me – from Keven, to “Chrissie.”One of the first changes that JJ made to my routine was that I had to start asking for money. A lot of men before had asked me ‘How much?” but I always had told them I don’t charge. But now that I was going as a shemale, JJ said it will be easy to get men to pay. He said the trick was to negotiate, and never turn down a final offer. If a guy said all he had was 5 bucks – or even two bucks – you take it. I would go into the video arcade in whatever I was wearing, but once in the back, I would strip down to just a sexy 2-piece string bikini and my heels. And inside the booth it was totally nude with high heels. I was amazed how easy it was for me to get men to pay me for what I had been giving away for free before I met JJ. Then JJ began bringing me out on the street when things got slow in the AVS. He knew all the ho stros on and around San Pablo Avenue. There was also a back street behind the complex where the AVS was located, where a lot of long haul truckers parked, and JJ put me up there too. He called it the “track.” So in just a few short months I had gone from being a closeted homosexual married to a woman, to being – not only a shemale – but a prostitute as well! It was mind boggling, but it was all happening so fast it was hard to take it all in!Then one night something happened to change my life forever. JJ had sent me out on the track on one of the streets just off San Pablo. I was wearing high heels, but baring shortie perabet giriş shorts, a bikini bra top, red lipstich, and my blonde hair teased up high – with LOTS of hairspray!! I looked fuckin’ hawt and I knew it! It gave me so much confidence, and I was making good money! After 4 hours I had made close to 500 bucks – all blowjobs. I had just gotten out of the last trick’s car and had gone about half a block when a pickup truck pulled up. “How much?” the driver asked. “For what?” I said.”A blowjob,” he answered. I told him 40 bucks and he told me to get in. As soon as I was in the truck, two cars pulled up in front of us with bright lights and the driver informed me I was under arrest for prostitution! The put me in handcuffs and a female officer searched me. That’s when they discovered I was a biological man. They booked me into the county jail and told me I’d have to make bail. I was in a panic. I tried calling JJ and all I got was a message. So I had no choice – I called Dani and told her where I was. She made my bail, and when they let me out and she saw what I had become, she told me that she was leaving me. She told me she was going to stay in Alameda with her friend for a few days, but that she wanted me out of the apartment, and out of her life.JJ came and picked me up. He made some lame excuse that he couldn’t get involved because he was on parole and he didn’t want a pimpin bust. He told me that I’d be living with him from now on and told me not to worry about this. “They gonna give you probation cause its a first offense, send you to a class – maybe register as a sex offender. You gonna be coo,” he said, reassuringly. That night I was back out on the street. My life as a whore had begun. After my second prostitution bust I was remanded to the county jail. After that I was in and out of jail, and that’s why me – someone who had never committed a crime in my life – became an institutionalized person. My first time in jail I was turned out by the inmates as a punk. Then during a 9 month sentence I was taken over by an inmate who made me his “old lady,” and put me out to whore for him – which was ironic – because the reason I was in there in the first place was for prostitution! They had a thing called the “covered wagon,” which was where the inmates hung blankets from the top bunk, and a naked queen would go into the bottom bunk and take on all comers. The guards knew what was going on, but they ignored it. I saw one blonde k1d get raiped by a bunch of blacks and put into the covered wagon every Saturday night for the duration of his sentence! The guy who “owned” the k1d, had the him tattooed with his gang’s “colors,” prominently emblazoned across the k1d’s buttocks, and a pair of breasts on his back! Personally, I enjoyed it when it was my turn in the covered wagon. I enjoyed all those hunks coming in and fucking me!That blonde punk used to cry when his Man sent him out on the block in a skirt and lipstick to hustle for him. But I loved strutting in a pair of butt baring short shorts and lipstick! I tried to help the k1d and encourage her, but it wasn’t natural for her like it was for me. My name inside was Pretty Pinkie, and the punk’s Man had renamed her Charlene. She had come in a clean cut guy, and a year later walked out a tatted up faggot! I love jail!

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