Black Magician's Whore part 1
1906 was in nearly every aspect a great year for a prostitute and especially the Sissy Crossdressing kind. With more enthusiasm and an eager to please demeanor the Sissy whores appearance is way more feminine and submissive than most women are. I love being used by my clients so much that I don't always charge for my services and I am always happy to offer discounts. My calendar is full from one day to the next with customers who come visit me in my home in private and very discreet encounters for sex. Prostitution is illegal and so is homosexuality in London so Prostitution with a cross dresser is a downright atrocious and vile action that is kept secret and hidden in the most critical manner. The authorities never had much of an idea of the real weight of its existence in the underground world. While the real women of the night go to jail and worse...I was busy at home being fucked in my ass by a pharmacist for a bit of opium.
I can pass completely as a woman in public with grace and perfection and I do it everyday. I don't know anyone on a personal basis and I keep mostly to myself while remaining friendly and pleasant to the local people that see me in and around the town. I conduct my business with the men in my home at all hours and I have a good amount of privacy to conceal the coming and going of each job. For two years I have been working in my home and under complete secrecy and discretion. My clients are mostly men of unusual and sometimes the esoteric sciences and I have participated with several of them in their magical practices in ceremonies and ritual activities. I'm beta by nature and known as a very submissive and feminine whore with a hyperactive sex drive. Every client I see regularly is assertive and dominant in the most masculine ways except for two that are the love making types and generally not rough with me and I usually charge them more money. The pharmacist is one of the less dominant ones that I serve on a regular basis and he pays for his pleasure by trade with drugs like opium, cocain and hormones called estrogen that I take to become more feminine and I have started some growth in my breast. It is my dream to have breast and be more feminine in my appearance.
I love being fucked in my ass and I have anal orgasms in a most feminine way. I usually have multiple orgasms when I get fucked hard and I am always more submissive to assertive Alpha men and much more enthusiastic and passionate about pleasing them. I conduct myself as an eager to please and obedient sex slave to a great deal of my clients and I get choked, slapped, spanked and treated like a dumb tramp and I enjoy it so much. Professor Townsend is a downright dark and powerful man who is a black magician that has a lot of money for someone of his status. I've been used by him for the long rituals that has summoned powerful entities that give him knowledge or gifts for the exchange of fucking me. I have participated in three ceremonial spells and I have been ravaged by the demon known as Osmodeus and the other two I don't know what or who they are. I am getting dressed and ready to get picked up and delivered to him tonight at the abandoned warehouse that he has used for his practice in the dark and demonic magics. Nervous, exited and a little scared is the only way to describe the emotions I feel in this situation and it always turns me on.
The night was very dark under the new moon and the carriage that I take to meet with Dr. Townsend is not well equipped with much light in the closed sedan. It has a little taper in a small lamp and nothing more. The roads are bumpy and the carriage shakes and rattles along with the clopping sound of the three large horses that pulled it deeper into the dark night. It is always a fairly long ride and sometimes the carriage driver's helper comes to me and buys a few minutes of my time and likes to put my mouth in use until he cums a creamy load of sperm and then he likes to watch me swallow it slowly and he pays me in the finest cannabis. This night is different from the other times, I could feel some kind of tension in the men on the couch seat and it seemed to be getting intensified as we got closer to the old warehouse. It was making me feel uncomfortable and somewhat frightened.
