Queen of Paradise Ch. 04

"What do you mean?" Michelle asked.

"You are going to drink some water, we will get in the tub, you will piss on me and I will show you how girls like us handle piss." Miss Stephanie said with the biggest smile as she got up and left Michelle's cock alone.

Miss Stephanie led both of them into the shower and Miss Stephanie dropped to her knees. "Now there are only a handful of ways to deal with piss. One, drink it all down trying to spill none. Two, let your mouth fill up and swallow. Although you will miss all the nectar while your mouth is closed. So, if you are using this method try and swallow as quickly as possible. Are you with me Michelle?" she asked.

"Yes I'm with you," Michelle answered immediately. Not necessarily because she was but Miss Stephanie was stroking his cock just enough to keep it hard.

"Third, if you are allowed to not have to drink the piss you can just let your mouth fill up and overflow and expunge as you see fit to fill up again. Lastly, if you are allowed to keep your mouth shut then just think of the piss stream as a showerhead. Use your hands and rub the piss all over the front of you like its some kind of miracle water. Got it?" she asked as she gave a quick hard stroke to his penis and a wink that Michelle, in his own mind, understood to mean his cock would get more attention later.

"Got it!" Michelle chimed.

"Good and when you are running out of piss I will show you my signature move," she said with a sly smile.

While Michelle was drinking cups of water, Miss Stephanie asked him, "What watersport technique did you use when your wife pissed on you?"

"I didn't really have a choice," was his response.

"What do you mean you didn't have a choice?" was the followup.

Michelle replied, "Well Maria would usually straddle my face and while I was eating my cum from her pussy she would start peeing. So I needed to drink it as fast as possible otherwise she would aim for my nose."

"Oh, I see, so you should be an expert at method one," she stated.

"Yes I guess so since that's all I get to do," he said with a half laugh.

"Oh that's great, so going forward you should have no problem with Mark's fire hose of a cock and fire hydrant streams of piss," Miss Stephanie stated as a matter of fact. "Isn't your bladder full yet? You must have a huge store of piss for me to take," she added eagerly.

Michelle stood there in the shower, his semi-erect cock in his hands. Miss Stephanie was on her knees, hands were on her thighs and her mouth was wide open.

"Well?" she said to Michelle. Michelle had been hesitating but when he heard this beautiful woman with a cock instruct him to piss on her his bladder just let go.

Miss Stephanie took the piss stream like a champ. She started with the last technique first. The way she sensually caressed her body with piss reminded Michelle of a Calgon bath oil commercial. Michelle thought she was enjoying it so much that if he handed her a bar of soap she would lather her body and use the piss stream to cleanse her.

Michelle was just as impressed with the manner in which Miss Stephanie handled the other watersport scenarios. She was a pro. She drank piss as easily as a person would drink water. It started to turn him on. The way Miss Stephanie knelt there with her mouth open and tongue out reminded him of a Catholic school girl kneeling to receive communion.

Michelle's piss stream started to weaken. He looked down at Miss Stephanie and she gave him a big smile. As his stream weakened her mouth followed the stream bringing her ever closer to his cock. It was clear to him what was going to happen. He couldn't run out of piss fast enough. The closer her lips got to his cock the bigger her smile was.

Before his stream turned to a dribble Miss Stephanie engulfed his semi-rigid cock. It amazed him how this woman could start giving him a blowjob and drink his piss at the same time. Michelle was in heaven. The two kept direct eye contact until he exploded down Miss Stephanie's throat, for the second time that day.

Miss Stephanie kept his cock in her mouth as it quickly went limp. She stood, pulled him to her lips and kissed him, deeply. Her mouth was full of his cum and remnants of his urine. Her transsexual body was wet with his piss. He didn't care, his mind was elsewhere.

Michelle was snapped back to reality when Miss Stephaine took his hand. Led it to one of her beautifully large hormonal breasts and squeezed and whispered in his ear "isn't this just wonderful baby?"

"Oh god." was all he could get out.

"That's how girls like us need to be," she again whispered.

Michelle was weak in the knees by this point. The feel of her piss soaked body tightly held against his own, the taste of his own cum and piss coming from Miss Stephanie's mouth was magical, he was completely consumed in the moment. He could not answer. As the two held the embrace, Michelle could fell Miss Stephanie's cock grow hard. He looked her in her eyes, smiled, and slowly began to drop to his knees.

"Oh, no no honey," Miss Stephanie exclaimed as she raised her all to eager cock sucker to his feet. "You can satisfy me later. Right now we have to get you showered and dressed. We are starting to run out of time, baby." Spoken with such outwardly caring and sweet voice but inwardly she was sneering.

Michelle was lead into the shower and the two began to rinse the piss and cum from their bodies. Miss Stephanie reached for a bottle of liquid soap and Michelle noticed it was the same brand of soap his wife had purchased that same day. He inwardly tingled as she began to lather his body. Miss Stephanie made sure to lather particularly well his chest and cock and balls.

There it was again, that exquisite tingle. It began in his groin and chest area but quickly spread throughout his entire body. He thought to himself when his wife would lather up his cock he would usually get an erection. But not now, how strange, he chalked it up to his having two massive orgasms in short succession. If he only knew the truth.

His tingling trance was broken when he felt Miss Stephanie's finger circling around his ass hole. "Girls like us must always keep our ass-pussy clean," she said softly. Michelle's sphincter was now tingling as intensely as the rest of his body. He thought he might have an orgasm but his dick was as limp as a deflated balloon even though Miss Stephanie had been massaging it.

He watched as Miss Stephanie grabbed a red pouch that had been hanging on a shower hook. She squirted a good bit of the liquid soap into the pouch and lifted it to the shower head and added warm water until it was filled. Next, she reached for a thin hose and what looked like a six-inch penis but only a half-inch in diameter. "We must keep our ass-pussies clean inside and out," she said with a devilish grin.

Michelle was instructed to bend forward and grab onto the handicap rail inside the shower. Next, he felt the head of the enema penis begin to work its way into him. Once all of the penis was inside of him Miss Stephanie began to gently squeeze the bag. Instantly, he felt the warm water but, just a second later, he began to feel that unmistakable tingle of the soap.

He was in heaven. He had never felt anything like this before. Miss Stephanie began to slowly rotate the penis nozzle around the inside of his ass. She immediately knew by Michelle's slight squirm she had found her target. His Prostate. She took great care to make sure the gland was bathed in the wonderful soapy fluid while gently applying increasing pressure.

Michelle knew from earlier in the day what pressure felt like on his prostate but everything was different now. His whole body tingled both inside and out. It wasn't necessarily a sexual tingle he thought. Well, except when Miss Stephanie pinched his nipples. That had a very definite sexual pleasure to it.

"Oh, my Michelle your boy G-spot has filled again. This will never due," Miss Stephanie exclaimed. Michelle thought back to a short while ago when he was milked. But, my cock was hard then. My cock must be hard for me to cum he thought. It's completely limp. Nothing is going to happen. He soon felt reality.

Miss Stephanie applied maximum downward pressure on the sissy's prostate. Michelle was amazed. He could not stop the seminal fluid from being forced out of his body. It wasn't an ejaculation like before. The fluid just poured out in dribs and drabs in unison with Miss Stephanie's pushes of the enema penis against his gland.

With one final downward push, as hard as she could, pressed the last of his boy fluid out of his body. At the same time, she yanked the enema cock out of him and squeezed as hard as she could on his ever so sensitive nipple. He screamed in ecstasy. The soapy fluid streaming from his ass was like nothing he had ever felt before.

When he calmed down, Miss Stephanie took him in her arms kissed him deeply and said "now that's a good clean girl both inside and out," with the biggest smile she could muster. "Now, let's get you out, dried and dressed. You have a beauty pageant to win honey!" she finished.

In no time Miss Stephanie had recreated the slut that had walked out of her suite just a short time ago. The same slut red lipstick. The same "come fuck me" shoes. The same silky lingerie that had made him feel so feminine earlier. Miss Stephanie paraded him around the room for a bit. Circling him every now and then. Feining to be making ever so slight adjustments to make her the perfect boardwalk whore.

"All done Michelle, come look at yourself," she directed. Michelle complied and again was amazed at the reflection in the mirror. He was a beautiful woman. Any man would lust after her. He posed in several positions in the mirror. Pursed his slut red lips. Touched his hair as if he knew how to adjust it. The feel of the silk and nylon against his skin. The newness of having a bra on. "Are we in character Michelle?" Miss Stephanie asked.

Michelle just smiled and nodded his head. "Go get em baby girl, knock them dead," Miss Stephanie said with encouragement. She led the crossdresser to the door and was about to send him out when she said: "wait, I have something for you." She disappeared for a moment and came back with a box.

"Whats this," Michelle asked.

"Its for you to use. It's called a Brava. If you have time between now and the contest put it on and the vacuum pump will temporarily make it look like you have tits. Judges will love it," Miss Stephanie said as she handed him the box. There is gel inside the box to help with the vacuum seal she pointed out. Use lots of it.

Michelle looked intrigued, took the box said thank you and left the suite. As the budding sissy walked back to his suite, as before, he could not help but stop at every hallway mirror and marvel at what Miss Stephanie had turned him into.

In between mirrors he was trying to do some cock calculus. How much and who's cum had he had in his mouth so far today? He sucked his own cum out of his wife's pussy. He had his own cum in his mouth when Miss Stephanie blew him and then snowballed the cum. So that was two of his own. But, then he gave Miss Stephanie a blowjob so that was two of his own and one of hers.

The elevators had full-length mirrors in them and Michelle could not help but stare at himself for a distracting moment. Now, where was the count he thought? Three? But then he ate Mark, a complete stranger's cum out of his wife's pussy. So, he had cum in his mouth four times so far? He stepped off the elevator and headed for the couple's suite.

No, wait he thought, Miss Stephanie had milked him too. so that should be the fifth load in his mouth, right? Comming up to his room he stopped at a big circular mirror. He did a full 360 and really admired himself. He cupped his flat but sore chest and attempted to reposition his bra. He had seen his wife do this many times.

Shit! Five loads of cum in his mouth. Was it possible? What was going on here? Damnit, just as he reached his suite he remembered Miss Stephanie had sucked his cock twice. The second time was during the piss drinking lesson. He came in her mouth and she again snowballed his cum back into his own mouth. Six! Six loads of cum in his mouth in probably as many hours! Was it possible?

His attention turned from his cum counting to the housekeeping cart still being outside their suite. We didn't make that big of a mess he thought to himself. His mind was too confounded about the amount of cum he had had in his mouth so far to begin even counting his wife's squirting ejaculations and the amount of Mark and his wife's piss he had guzzled.

Inside the suite, the first thing he noticed was the maid's uniform on the floor. It was the first item in a trail of stockings, panties, and bra leading to the bedroom. He heard his wife, Maria, before he saw her. He put his Brava breast bra on the table and headed toward the bedroom. From the moans, grunts, and screams he knew what was going on.

What he wasn't prepared for but wasn't shocked by, given all that had gone on already today, was the sight of his wife on her knees straddling the poor teen girl's mouth. Maria's pussy was like a machine writhing back and forth over the poor girl's lips. The teen was pinned and he could not figure out how she was able to breathe.

"Oh, hi honey," was Maria's response upon seeing her crossdressed husband returned all prettied and girly again. "I told you I would get you a threesome with two girls, come join us." she continued.

"I'm not going up to Miss Stephanie's for a third time today!" Her husband immediately replied.

"Suit yourself, baby," Maria replied with a certain amount of nonchalance. She continued grinding on the nearly suffocated maid's face.

As he turned away from the bedroom, he saw his wife slightly elevate herself over the girl's face. The poor maid gasped for air and as she did Maria began to ejaculate in the poor girl's mouth. The maid now went from suffocating to drowning. Maria filled her mouth. "Swallow bitch!" was heard as her husband walked away from the bedroom and into the kitchen area.

He knew that it would now take at least an hour and a half for his wife to prepare and dress for the evening. Timing was perfect for the start of the Queen of Paradise Contest. He decided he would try out the Brava device. He carefully stepped out of his dress and removed his bra.

He noticed the gel was the same brand as the soap. He was glad to feel the same tingle from the gel when he spread it over his chest. It was quite simple actually. It fit like a bra and was battery powered so he could walk about with it on. He could immediately feel the machine working. We'll see he thought to himself.

Michelle fixed himself a drink, sat in a lounge chair, and turned on the news. A couple of minutes later the naked maid came scurrying out of the bedroom. He thought to himself this girl can't possibly be older than fifteen, sixteen at the absolute most. The two smiled at each other as the one quickly put her uniform back on and as quickly as she appeared the maid with the nametag "Phyllis" disappeared.

A few moments later his wife emerged from the bedroom. She was disheveled as she was when he returned to Miss Stephanie's room the second time. "What's that you have on my pretty girl?" Maria asked.

Ignoring the "pretty girl" remarks he answered "it's supposed to make it look like I have boobs," her husband answered. "Miss Stephanie gave it to me for the competition tonight," he added.

"Ok baby, you grow yourself some tits while I get ready, ok?"

"Sure babe," he answered. "but, don't you think that girl, the maid was a little young?" he followed with.

"She drives so she has to be at least eighteen," Maria answered.

"Not a day over fifteen if you ask me," he snorted.

"Please, I know you have dated fifteen-year-olds before," she quipped.

"That's different," he protested.

"How so?"

"Well I was only sixteen at the time," he reasoned.

"Stop being a hypocrite sweetheart, I'm going to shower and dress. Please have a cocktail waiting for me when I get out," Maria said as she disappeared into the bathroom.

Michelle could hear the shower running and his thoughts went back to his cock cum calculus. He had, one way or another, had six loads of cum in his mouth so far. He took some solace that four of those six loads were his own. How many did his wife know about? At least three he reasoned. The one from this morning which was his own. The one from Mark that was left in her pussy and the one from blowing Miss Stephanie. That was three, right?

He heard the shower turn off so now was not the time to count his wife's ejaculations nor count the piss he drank. He mixed his wife a cocktail and handed it to her as she came out of the bathroom. "Oh, my doesn't that look nice on you," his wife said referring to the Brava. She noticed the gel on the counter and asked: "what's this?"

"It's gel to make a nice seal between the cups and my chest, Miss Stephanie gave it to me," Michelle answered.

"Miss Stephanie huh? Well, that was so nice of her. I will have to thank her," Maria replied.

There was more going on here than she knew about. Why would Miss Stephanie, a complete stranger before today, be instructing her husband to coat his breasts with estrogena gel? She was a transsexual, she would have to know how this would affect her husband's chest.

Was there some secret agenda here. She had bathed her husband's body in the estrogena soap. But, she had her own reasons. It was her husband and she could do as she pleased with him. No, there are intrigues afoot here she was convinced. She was going to let them play out a little more but, she vowed to get to the bottom of this affair.

Maria continued with her dressing for the night. Her husband brought her several more cocktails over the hour and a half it took. Just before they were about to leave Maria said to her crossdressed husband: "So let's see what Miss Stephanie's boob machine was able to do in this short time."

Michelle removed the Brava. Both he and his wife were amazed at what they saw. Michelle had the beginnings of A cup tits. They were not big. But, they were identifiable as tits. The nipples had a nice bit of puffiness to them. There was a small handful of tit meat that could be grabbed.

"Quick, put on your bra baby," Maria said excitedly. Michelle complied not sure what the cause for commotion was. To him, it fit the same as before. Although, he was excited about the fact that he now had some semblance of tits, even if they were only temporary. "Come here," she instructed as she pulled her husband by the hand.

With a few quick adjustments to the bra straps and the placement, at just the right spots in the bra, of gel pads, her husband now had a noticeable cleavage. Maria dragged him to the large mirror in the living room so he could see for himself. His wife stood behind him as he saw for himself his newfound cleavage. It looked absolutely real. "And I thought there was nothing more that could be done to make you a woman," Maria said with a laugh.

Michelle stood in front of the mirror. First, just staring at his temporary tits but then putting his hands up around the cups of the bra and feeling them through the material. It was an exquisite feeling he thought to himself. The vacuum had somehow made his breasts and nipples so much more sensitive he reasoned. Whatever the cause he was delighted. "Can you stop admiring your self Missy Michelle so that we can get downstairs," Maria demanded.

"Let's do a purse check before we leave," Maria suggested.

"Ok"

"Room key?"

"Check!"

"Cell phone?"

"Check!"

"Virginia Slims?"

"Got them!"

"Condom?"

"What?"

"Condom baby every girl has to carry one," Maria explained matter of factly. "Here I have an extra," Maria said as she handed her husband a condom.