I have a ton of shemale pictures that I haven't used yet and I've been
wanting to make one for some time, so here it is! The story just sort of
jumped at me when I saw the picture, but I couldn't figure out how to
end it properly. I'm still not terribly happy with the conclusion, but
it'll do I hope!
Transcript: Today is my wedding day. The ceremony starts in just a
couple hours. So what are these two guys doing here with me you might ask?
Allow me to explain. Though it may seem like it, I’m not just some cock crazed
whore who can’t help but rip down the pants of every man she comes across. Far
from being an impulsive act of passion, this is in fact a very carefully
thought out step in an extremely intricate plan.
As you might’ve noticed, I’m not like most girls. One particular
feature on my body tends to stand out in a very distinct way, my cock. You see,
I’m not actually a girl. To get my hands on the Wilson fortune however, I had
to pretend to be. With some practice, I got to be pretty good with a makeup
brush. Add a well styled wig, life like breast forms, and some Oscar worthy
acting, and Mia was born! Though the initial investment was extremely costly, the
return will far outweigh the cost. As soon as today’s ceremony is over, I’ll
have made it all back tenfold. As the new Mrs. Wilson, I’ll be entitled to at
least half of Mr. Wilson’s estate, which is easily worth millions.
Now as for the two men servicing me, that’s Paolo and
that’s Damien. I’ve paid them to help prepare me for tonight’s occasion in some
very special ways. As old as Mr. Wilson is, there’s no doubt that he’ll want to
fuck his new bride tonight, or at the very least, attempt to do so. He’s not
marrying me for my wit or intelligence after all. Mr. Wilson believes he’s
marrying a sultry, voluptuous brunette, and with a little help from an extraordinarily
realistic faux pussy, he’ll have no reason to think otherwise.
To pull off the illusion however, my ‘pussy’
does need to be fully functional, which is why its opening has been made to
lead to my ass. Though I am quite certain that Mr. Wilson’s member will be
nowhere near the size of Paolo’s, I’m still having Paolo stretch it out for me
now, such that my ass will be absolutely ready to provide the warm welcome of a
woman’s flesh that Mr. Wilson is undoubtedly craving. Damien on the other hand
is in the process of sucking me completely dry. I don’t want any mishaps tonight
once things start to get hot and heavy. But with my exhausted cock tucked away
behind a convincing façade, it’ll be utterly undetectable, and with my balls
completely dry, there’ll be no surprising climaxes either. Mr. Wilson will never
suspect that his gorgeous new bride, with whom he is sharing his bed, his life,
and most importantly, his fortune, isn’t entirely the woman she appears to be!