1. Auntie Turned Me into Her Little Boy Slut


    Date: 2/2/2015, Categories: Fiction, Domination/submission, Incest, Transsexual, Transvestite, Young, Author: willingwimp, Rating: 84.2, Source: sexstories.com

    that mattered. I would have plenty of time, later, alone, to fantasize about Aunt Celeste and to satisfy my personal needs. Before long, Aunt Celeste and I engaged in more cosmetic surgery, narrowing and feminizing my nose, getting lip augmentation implants so my lips would be full, juicy, and lush, as well as electrolysis to permanently remove my body hair. Aunt Celeste also encouraged me to dress in sexy clothing.I loved dressing up in a French Maid's outfit when I cooked and cleaned for Aunt Celeste. I did all the housework wearing stiletto heels, black nylon stockings over my perfectly shaved legs, a frilly mini skirt that showed off my pretty round girly bottom, especially when I was on my hands and knees scrubbing and polishing the floor. The maid's uniform would be cinched tight at the waist and had a built-in push up bra that made the most of my luscious breasts. My creamy soft feminine shoulders were bare and my long hair swayed across my shoulders as I dusted. Even when I was alone in the house cooking and cleaning I always wore full make up, blue eye shadow, mascara, rouge, and lipstick. I had to be ready in case Aunt Celeste brought home one of her boyfriends, so I could be ready to serve them wine, hors d'oeuvres, and dinner. I had to be ready when Aunt Celeste snapped her fingers. My obligation was to anticipate her every desire so she need not articulate a command because I had already met her need, whether it was to fill her glass or make her date feel more ...
    comfortable by kneeling in front of him and taking off his shoes and putting a pair of slippers on his feet. Although Aunt Celeste was intensely jealous of any interest I showed in other women or them in me, she encouraged me to flirt with her man friends and showed no jealousy at all with respect to their attentions. I learned how to bat my long eyelashes at them when I served them drinks, to make little curtsies, the better for them to enjoy the sight of my cleavage, and I always gave my hips a special extra wiggle when I knew they were watching me from behind. I took every opportunity to lightly touch their arms or to brush against them. Her dates invariably asked about me, and Aunt Celeste would tell them the story of how she inherited her farm-boy nephew and turned me into her beautiful young niece. Her boyfriends were usually initially shocked, but also intrigued and I would notice for the rest of the evening that they would keep stealing glances at me. It made me feel so sexy to see their eyes devour me and I tingled as I sensed their desire for me. The evenings would progress in any number of ways. If the date was not up to Aunt Celeste's standards, often because they failed the "Kimmy" test by being uptight about me, she would summarily dismiss them and Aunt Celeste and I would finish the evening together (more about that later), but if the man was one who Aunt Celeste was attracted to, he would likely spend the night enjoying her charms. At the least I would be close ...
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