Maine utha aur bathroo me chala gaya , do bar muth mari chachi ka chera , unki gaad aur bood yaad karke , hum night bulb me sote haii is wajah se. Shi... mera to itni fuhkar mar raha tha ki kya batau , bas aaj to ras ki pyas ne isse pagal kar diya tha.U hi dopahar ho ga i aaj chachi ka mood thik nhi lag raha tha main puch kya baat hai to boli sar dard ho raha hai , maine kaha me thik kar sakta h u to boli kaam khatam ho ga fir, woh kaam me lag gai main t.V pe lag gaya aur sar waise channel dekh. I was excited yet nervous yet never known this feeling before, i felt wet and wanted to give him what he wanted. I climbed on the bed and stood up.. "You want this" i said.. as i stood over his face, his head between my ankles as he looked directly up at my moist little slit. He nodded. I lowered myself down onto his face, feeling his unshaven stubble against my clean shaven pussy. Forcing my slit against his lips i rubbed my pussy over his mouth it felt amazing. My juice from my ever excited. STRIP POKERWe were away somewhere on holiday with her younger brother and his long-standing girlfriend whom he later married. It was a wet afternoon and we were all at bit pissed off and getting drunk although thinking back I don't think either he or his girlfriend would be old enough to drink at the time. Someone, possible me suggested a game of cards and this soon turned into strip poker. I can remember us arguing about how many articles of clothes each could wear at the start and when the. Tyrone looked at the little sissy and whistled. “Ya know that yer my bitch now”, he simply stated, “I’m gonna pimp out yer little boi pussy and we gonna make some money.”Over the next few hours three more black men came by to use Dennis as a whore and as long as they kept filling his crackpipe, he was okay with it. That night he slept in Tyrone’s bed that night and from then on. Each day he lived the life of a crossdressing prostitute, servicing any man who payed Tyrone. It was almost a year.