In response to comments, I've put a plot in it other than just the transgender theme. I hope I've got the balance between the erotic side of the story...and the non-TG plot right. I could develop the plot more, but this is to wank to, right? Please comment. The Ultimate WhoreBy PaulineI guess I'm the ultimate whore. After all, isn't whoring defined as selling your body for money? I've certainly done that. Averted a terrorist bombing, too. It started off with a need for money. I'd left university. The suitcase weighted 25 kilo. I arrived at London Heathrow Airport at 10:45 on a Monday. I had two suitcases for my traveling but only need my Cindy suitcase with a change of guy clothing. I found a location to store my suitcase for eight pounds a day, costly but I would not be able to tote two rolling suitcases through the streets of London. With the two suitcases, I carried a backpack with my computers, cameras, phones and recharges. For items not fitting in the suitcases, I carried a small. I started ramming my hips into my sister’s ass poking my very hard cock into her, not knowing where it belonged.Carly was crying, saying that it hurt, and was holding onto Mom’s hand.Mom told Carly, “Give it to him or he will take it.” There was a pause while Mom grunted. Then she said, “It is always better to give it to him.”Soon I felt Carly’s hand guide my cock into her. I immediately knew that I was in someplace very special. I had played with myself whenever I knew that I wouldn’t get. ..”Paul said, “Maybe you should go in and spend some time with your wife John?”“Nah,” he said, “She doesn’t get like this very often but when she does, I pretty much let her work it out for herself.”Shaking her head, Alice thought, you’re a cocky, arrogant guy Johnny boy and you’re obviously no help in this crisis.””Maybe I should go and talk with her,” Paul said. “We did so well in bed earlier and enjoyed ourselves immensely.”“Her problem is with me,” Alice said. “We have to clear the air.