George and the Debt

Pager Update : Debs continues her whoring each night and now her daughter, Chrissy, has been joined for an overnight stay by the ugly, obese, Owen. This man has promised Chrissy she will beg for his cock before the night is out. Georgina has thoroughly enjoyed her first date, prostituting herself with a man, Monty. : Update Ends

"Fuck me Owen," Chrissy shouted. "Fuck me... harder you bastard... am I young enough for you?"

His expression turned to shock for a moment then he grinned and redoubled his efforts. His cock was plunging deep now and Chrissy was beginning to lose herself in the sensations coming from between her thighs.

"Yes... uh uh uh... split me in two," she screamed. "... give it to me... harder... faster... I want your cum in me."

Next to her Richard and her mother were getting into a rhythm. He was holding her by the hips and plunging away with a look of concentration on his face. Probably trying not to cum too soon, Chrissy thought. Her mother was gasping and moaning and then it looked like her elbows gave way and she collapsed down. Her face was on the sheets next to Chrissy's and her eyes were rolled up in her skull, leaving just white showing in a rather spooky manner. Her eyelids fluttered and a series of little screams came out of her mother's slack and wide open mouth. Richard didn't stop, he just shifted his position slightly, to account for her mother's new slumped position, and pounded on.

Owen looked at the pair and then lifted himself off Chrissy. For the first time that evening the teen felt disappointment when his cock was pulled out. Unpleasant as he looked his cock was now her cock, it belonged to her, or possibly she belonged to it. She wasn't sure which, but how dare he remove it, she thought.

She only suffered an empty cunt for a brief time. Owen flipped her over on the bed so she was face down and then, roughly putting his hands under her hips, he lifted her bottom until it was as high as her mother's. They both now had the 'bum up and head in the sheets' position, and were parallel to each other. Owen pushed back in.

"Yes... aaargh... oh that's good," said Chrissy. "Fuck me Owen... fuck me like your son's fucking my mother... give it to me... hhhgggh... oh shit!"

Owen did as he was told and Chrissy gloried in the sensations. She reached out to her mother and they held hands while the two men pounded away. Their hands twitched and grasped at each other as each experienced bursts of pleasure. Chrissy was now panting and it was like sparks were growing in her cunt. Brighter, infusing her, building in her mind until...

"Hggggghh... yuuuuurgh... haaaaargh!!!"

This time it felt like her orgasm had taken over her whole body, displacing her mind, and controlling her reactions. She held her mother's hand tight while she pounded her other hand on the bed, clenched tightly into a little fist, hammering out her passion. Her thighs twitched uncontrollably and she could feel her toes curling. Her orgasm seemed to last a very long time but then, apallingly, Owen pulled out of her again.

"Noooo!" she shrieked. This mustn't stop, she thought, I want this, I need this. "No... give me more... I want more... please Owen... pretty please... oh I'm begging you... don't stop." Chrissy was aware this was exactly what Owen had predicted. This ugly old man had told her she would 'beg for it' before the night was out. And he was right, damn him.

"Say it!" he grinned down at her as she strained to look up at him from her prone position. Trying to catch his eye, demonstrate her willingness to take more.

She could see his gnarled, curved, cock waving in front of his hairy belly. In the air, and not where she wanted it, inside her. She knew what he wanted her to say, and obliged, "Fuck me Owen... cum in me... give me a baby... I want your baby."

"You want more?" he asked.

"Yes, I want more."

"We'll give you more," he said, nodding at his son.

He grinned, wickedly, then he indicated Richard should stop fucking her mother and lie on his back. He did so, his beautiful cock pointing straight up into the air.

"Sit on him," Owen growled at Chrissy. "Facing his feet."

Chrissy placed herself straddling his legs and slowly lowered himself. She was worried this looked ungainly but Owen seemed okay with her efforts and her mother looked on with a strangely wistful expression on her face. Was that regret it wasn't her, wondered Chrissy. Then she was lowering herself onto Richard's cock and marvelling at the sensations as she impaled herself.

"Lift and lower yourself, lass," ordered Owen, then as Chrissy started to use her legs to move herself up and down, he continued, "Good... now faster... faster... put some effort into it."

Chrissy clung to Richard's thighs and slammed her bottom down onto his six pack. For the first time she was fully in control of the pace. Except that Owen kept whispering in her ear.

"Faster lass... really give him your cunt!"

Chrissy complied and, after about fifteen minutes, she could feel Richard's thighs tensing up. Then he spoke. "Dad... dad.. please... I'm gonna..."

"Stop!" commanded Owen.

Chrissy stopped with Richard's cock half way into her cunt. And waited. She guessed that Richard had been about to ejaculate. Clearly something that wasn't allowed, yet.

"Okay lass," said Owen after two minutes. "Now slowly lower yourself down."

Chrissy was delighted to be able to do this, her own thighs were beginning to cramp with the tension of holding her body over Richard. She sank down with a contented sigh.

"Lay back," said Owen, putting a hand in the middle of her chest and pushing. She did so, her back resting on Richard's chest, his cock still deep inside her.

"Richard," said Owen. "Grab her tits and hold on. We're going for two in one."

Richard's hands encompassed Chrissy's chest and started to maul her breasts. She sighed with delight and closed her eyes, then a touch against her sex made her open them again. Owen had put his knees either side of his son's legs and was pressing his cock between Chrissy's cunt lips.

"You wanted more," Owen laughed. "We're going to give you more." Chrissy was puzzled but the fact that her mother had grabbed her hand, and was holding it tight, gave her a clue that something big was going to happen.

Owen's cock rubbed her clitoris and cunt lips and, while Chrissy was thinking there was nowhere for it to go, he pressed it down onto his son's penis and pushed forward. Guided by his son's cock, and Chrissy's plump cunt lips, Owens cock started to make its way into her already well stuffed vagina.

"Oh My God!!" screamed Chrissy. "That's too much... I can't... I can't."

"You wanted more," grinned Owen.

"Yes... but that's too... that's... I... I can't... oh oh oh I'm cumming... I'm cumming!!!"

Owen paid no attention to Chrissy's objections, or her spontaneous orgasm, but slowly pushed. He knew she would enjoy it soon enough.

Chrissy was already feeling quite full from Richard's cock but with the head of Owen's pushing in, stretching her cunt lips around her clitoris, the feelings became overwhelming and she screamed and thrashed about in her orgasm. Owen pushed again and now half his cock was in her. She grabbed at him her fingers grasping his sweaty body, running through his rather course body hair, digging into the flab.

"Now take it all!," he shouted, and rammed the remainder of his cock into her. Chrissy threw her head back and let out a long, shuddering moan, then lay there panting furiously. She felt locked in place, impaled on Richard's cock, his hands grasping her breasts, his body rubbing against her back. Owen, on top of her, competed the cage, his hands gripping her shoulders hard, his cock fully inserted too and his belly pressing heavily on her clit.

Chrissy looked up into Owen's flushed red face, waiting for the inevitable thrusting that she knew she wanted, even though she felt it might change her psyche for forever. Make her someone who was always seeking more and more extreme sexual experiences. Then it started. Richard thrust up while gripping her nipples between finger and thumb, and Owen, who had more freedom of movement pounded away. Chrissy had overheard a boy at college boasting that he had made love to his girlfriend and 'fucked her out of her tiny mind', which she found a bit insulting, and very unlikely. But here were two men doing just that. Within moments of them getting into their stride her mind was filled with the pleasure her body was receiving. Nothing else mattered. She was truely out of her tiny mind.

Owen and Richard were the perfect double act and kept going for an hour. During that time they moved Chrissy into various poses, but always with two cocks in her, On and on they thrusted ignoring the occasional times when Chrissy complained that she couldn't go on, couldn't take any more. Both of them came twice, and Chrissy came three times before she finally collapsed with exhaustion.

Everything went dark and, when Chrissy woke up, she was sat in the bedroom chair with a blanket over her. On the bed Richard and Owen were doing what they had done to her, to her mother, who was moaning and dribbling drool. Her mother's face looking like one of the college girls that Chrissy recalled who had spent the first evening in the Student's Bar getting completely plastered. Only she doubted her mother had been drinking, this was just the effect of impossibly good sex.

Chrissy fell asleep to the sound of grunts from the men and moans from her mother and, when she woke again, she was in her own bed and it was daylight. Everything felt sore, breasts, nipples and particularly between her legs.

Breakfast for these three of Anton's employees happened in very different ways.

Georgina was taking hers in bed the next morning. Monty had ordered breakfast and it was brought to the room on a little wheeled trolley. He'd given Georgina a thank you blow job when they woke up which had left Georgina feeling amazing. Then they sat like husband and wife eating their breakfast from trays. They showered, dressed, kissed goodbye, and parted.

Debs was woken early by Owen and Richard. She'd slept between them, occasionally roused by one, or both of them, to provide more sex. Owen went off to shower and she and Richard took advantage of his early morning wood.

Chrissy had been the first to wake up. She found herself in her bed, alone, aching from the night before and she'd showered and got dressed for college, trying to put the events of last night out of her mind. There was no doubt she'd enjoyed a lot of it, and Owen's promise that she'd love his cock had come true, but the whole thing seemed so dirty and degrading in the cold light of day. But, as she began to remember two cocks inside her, and the sensations they had created, her mind pushed aside the idea that it had been degrading, she wanted more. More, and more dirty too.

She'd occupied herself putting out the breakfast selection that her mother presented to all her lovers, chosen her own bowl of cereal, and was eating when Owen arrived. Now, a few minutes later, she was bent over the kitchen table gasping and groaning as he hammered at her. He'd pulled down her jeans and knickers with not a single word, bent her over and - after a little loosening up with his fingers - had plunged in. Confident she would not refuse, and that his punting time had not yet run out.

Debs came down for breakfast to find her daughter being ravaged in the kitchen.

"Mornin' Debbie," said Owen, without losing a stroke. "Bloody good time last night. Anton's got a pair of treasures in you and your daughter. I'm gonna tell all me friends about you two."

"Oh, thanks Owen," Debs replied, not sure what else she could say. He was a happy customer so, presumably, Anton would be happy too. And a happy Anton meant no trip to white slavery. But she was beginning to worry about the consequences of working for Anton on her innocent daughter.

"I'll forgo breakfast," grunted Owen. "Got to be at an early meeting, but I just thought I'd have some fun and put some more baby batter in your daughter's cunt before I departed."

"Hng hng hng hng," said Chrissy, hanging onto the edge of the table for grim death as her body was thrown about by the violence of his thrusting.

"Hmmm," said Owen. "You can do better than that you little slut. Let's have more than just grunting. What do you want?"

"Er... hng hng... I want your cock?"

"And?"

"I want your cum... give me your cum... I want to... have your baby," said Chrissy, calculating that he wasn't going to leave until he got his own way.

It worked, Owen laughed, thrust faster, and then shouted out, "I'm cumming, slut. Take it! Take it!"

Baby batter, as he had described it, flooded into Chrissy's cunt. She could feel it pooling deep inside her. From the length of his cock it was being deposited very close to her cervix. Then he pulled out, stuffed his cock back into his trousers without even bothering to clean it, gave Chrissy a peck on the cheek, and was gone. She stood for a moment, a trickle of cum running down the inside of her thigh, then struggled back upstairs for another shower to try to get rid of the man's smell.

Four weeks went by and the routine of the house continued. Debs had a customer each night and got through another two dozen strangers. But only one person turned up each night, there was no repetition of the pair of men that she and Chrissy had entertained. Despite that she was kept very busy by her clients, many of whom had clearly been saving themselves for the experience. Between 10pm and 10am she got very little sleep. From time to time a bit of extra money was deposited into her bank account. It seemed that Anton was true to his word that she might, by excellent work, get some extra payments. Presumably these were tips that the clients had asked to be given to her. She soon learned that the more slutty she acted, the more likely it was she would get a tip.

Amongst the seemingly endless line of old farts, middle aged businessmen and callow youths Debs identified very quickly a standout man. She'd been collecting information on Anton's empire, in the hope that one day it might be useful, and one name carried with it shudders of dread from everyone who mentioned it to her.

Aleksandar, Anton's enforcer.

Debs quickly realised that the latest man, despite saying his name was Dave, was unusual. The old bullet wound, and the scars from knife fights on a body that was hard as iron, told her whom she was to have in her bed that night. The Enforcer! And, she suspected, he had not paid to see her on his day off. Anton had sent him as one of those mystery shoppers, to test out his latest worker. Was she willing? Was she enthusiastic? Was she prepared to do whatever the customer asked? Was she a total slut?

Well Aleksander, she thought, you'll not fool me. And she set off to be the perfect whore. She sucked, and swallowed. She spread wide to take him deep and clawed at his back with evident pleasure. She sucked again even though his cock was slimy with cum. She stuck her arse in the air and let him bugger her. She allowed him to throw her all over the bed and screamed with appreciation when he became very rough. And, when he finally ran out of energy, in the early hours of the morning, she lay in his arms and encouraged him to tell her everything he wanted to say. What she didn't know, and what he was careful not to mention, was that Alexsander was the bisexual heavy who had tested her husband back at the start of her change in circumstances. The man who had sucked George until he came in his mouth. A quality test that had led to the family working for Anton.

'Dave' left the next morning a satisfied man and Debs heard nothing from Anton, so she assumed she'd passed the quality test.

Georgina had a client to service about every two or three days. The interval being to allow her to recover between bouts, and perhaps because there were fewer clients for a sissy. Sometimes the session was at a hotel, sometimes in the client's own home, the taxi arriving to take Georgina away and bring her home. Few of the men were as generous as Monty, most just wanted the sex and were not inclined to 'wine and dine' her. But she quickly learned to accommodate their needs. She learned she was regarded by most of them as a 'bottom' and that a lot of the men regarded themselves as 'top'. Which meant she spent a lot of time under them, grunting and gasping as they rammed into her. Dominating her. Spraying her with cum. Filling her bowel with cum, or 'breeding' her, as some of them called it.

Then she had someone who was different. He announced himself as 'versatile' and insisted she penetrated him once he'd cum in her 'man cunt', as he called it. Georgina had acquitted herself quite well. She'd been paying attention to how the men prepared her for penetration and reversed the role. And, to her surprise, she discovered she could maintain an erection throughout, even ejaculating when the client demanded she cum inside him. The sensations were wonderful and the sounds he made as she buggered him were very exciting. She began to look forward to more clients who were 'versatile'.

There had been four visits to the clinic during this time and her hair and body continued to be refined. The injections in her breasts were really beginning to show fruit, she had now passed Debs' size, and she understood now why Toni had booked her for a new measuring session. If her breasts continued to grow then soon her dresses wouldn't fit. And she had become very conscious of how she looked, knowing that her clients wanted her to look authentically female, whilst retaining those hidden male features they loved to suck.

Talking of sucking, the other area of expansion was down below. The nurse had said something about enhancing her penis and the work was well underway. Georgina had always thought that penis enhancement was a myth but Anton clearly had acces to some real sci-fi medications. The weekly injections and twice daily pills were having an impressive effect on her and she was waking on a morning with a hard-on such as she'd never experienced before. And each morning her cock seemed a little larger.

Not only was her penis much longer, possibly half as long again as a few weeks ago, it had fattened out to a bigger girth. George's penis had been a slender object, now Georgina was living with a fat bulk that threatened to show through some of her more skin tight dresses. The head, which originally had been the same width as the shaft, was also much larger, with a more pronounced rim and a distinctly mushroom shape in a deep purple colour. And the shaft had assumed a dark, tanned, appearance as if it was the sun-drenched cock of a lifeguard at a nudist beach. Even her testicles seemed to have grown, providing about twice the amount of cum when she came, and her scrotum had expanded to accommodate their increased size and weight.

When her penis was erect now it was so much harder than it had ever been. Georgina thought she could probably hang weights from it, if she wanted to. To sum up, it was an astonishing transformation. Made even more dramatic because of the contrast with the rest of her. Her breasts, belly, hips and thighs had all become softer, more rounded, more feminine, so this new beast of a penis was framed by ever increasing curves around its masculine bulk.

If she'd been sent an email suggesting these improvements were possible she'd have immediately put it in the spam folder!

Certainly her clients were very happy with what she showed them, and were very complimentary. 'George' had never been praised for the size of his cock. Even Debs hadn't made a fuss about it, simply saying it was 'very nice'. Georgina's versatile client hadn't used words like 'very nice' but much more rude ones and had moaned his satisfaction and told her that he'd not had a big cock like that for a very long time. She came home very pleased with herself.