Harem Slut Nikki

by Popov

 

It has been one year since I began making adult films. I have an exclusive contract with Drew Wilson, the porn director. In that time I’ve mad some 40 odd films and I’ve become quite the internet celebrity. There are tons of fan websites dedicated to me. I was nominated for a few adult video awards but lost them all because I only do anal and oral scenes. I have to say at first I was a little flattered by all the positive attention. It was beginning to seem natural to suck dick and get ass fucked, and I might even say I was starting to enjoy it even though I always knew, no matter how hard I tried not to think about it, I was still a straight man.

The problem with all the attention, with becoming a minor star is that it is now virtually impossible for me to go back to my old life. Sasha had always said that once she had enough money for law school I would be allowed to leave her and return to living as a man. She would even give me all copies of my stripping video. But this was much, much worse. Even if she did all that she promised, which is never a sure thing with Sasha, I have more people who know me as Nikki the slut porn star, than Nick the straight male. I would be ruined if I went back to living as a male and somebody found out.

Knowing this I made my best effort to live as a woman. During my first year as a woman I would get erections watching the beautiful strippers on stage, and I would retire to the bathroom and jack-off. But after awhile of constantly being fucked in the ass and sucking huge dicks, you begin to associate sex and arousal with the presence of another cock. It became harder and harder for me to masturbate to the thought or sight of women. Rather than deal with that I simply stopped masturbating. I hadn’t used my dick in many months. Sasha stopped calling me for threesomes with Ryan long ago, but even then my dick never made an appearance.

But like I said I decided to make my best effort to live, act and think as a woman from now on, it was better than living as a she-male. I was already numb to the feeling of hard dicks plunging in my asshole. I was already numb to the feeling of a slippery cock sliding across my tongue and down my throat, and I was already numb to the feeling of hot, sticky jizz splattering on my face or ass or down into my stomach. The next step was to just learn to enjoy it.

On my last day of filming for Drew we were making Anal High School 7. In my scene I was a cheerleader who walked into the wrong locker room and then gets ass fucked by a football player. I figured this was my chance to see if I could allow myself to escape into womanhood. Drew yelled action and I pranced into the locker room in my blue and yellow sweater with the word cheer written across it, my blue pleated skirt that didn’t even begin to hide my shiny white thong panties. On my feet were pink Reeboks, no socks.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" said the football player.

"I’m sorry I must be in the wrong locker room," I replied.

"Maybe not. Why don’t you come over here and help me get undressed, you know the cheerleaders are supposed to be here to help us out."

I walked over to him swaying my large ass back and forth for the camera and the dropped to my knees and pulled off his pants. His huge semi-hard dick flopped out of his pants and landed with a slap on my face. I peeled off my tight sweater revealing my enormous boobs and began to pinch and lick my nipples as he stroked himself to full erection.

"Here baby, give this a taste."

I pulled the huge dick into my mouth and began to suck like I had so many times before. From hanging out with other porn stars and getting tips and what not I knew all the tricks to make it look spectacular. I huffed and puffed on his cock and then began to let my spit form bubbles over the head of his shiny cock. I slobbered all over it and let the drool run down my chin onto my boobs. He began to slide his dick out of my mouth as I sucked in with all my strength until it made a loud pop as it jumped out from between my big pink lips.

"Turn around so I can give that ass a workout."

I climbed onto the changing bench and turned my ass towards him. He flipped my skirt up to reveal my big, tight, round ass sticking up in the air. He slowly peeled down my panties and the squirted oil all over my ass. Next I felt the huge plunge. He drove that massive dick of his straight into my gaping asshole. It felt like it was poking my stomach. My ass bounced and jiggled on his dick and smacked against his hard thighs. The pain quickly went away, I had been doing this for a while now, and gave way to a mild amount of pleasure. Maybe it was possible to just live looking on the bright side of things and enjoy being a woman. But as quickly as the idea came it was squashed. Squashed by the feeling of my own pathetic dick swinging back and forth between my long, tan, shaved, feminine legs. How could I be a woman with that still there to remind me I’m a man? And how can I be a man when I have around fifty films documenting my excellent cocksucking skills?

I thought about this as I kneeled there on all fours rocking back and forth on a real man’s huge rod and was knocked back to consciousness by the first huge splash of jizz landing on my ass and running into the small of my back. Wave after wave seemed to jet forth from his gigantic dick and land on my tight butt. There was so much of it, it began to pool up on my back and run down my legs.

"Stand up," he ordered.

I stood up and felt all that jizz run down from my back into the crack of my ass and then down my legs. My skirt fell over my ass and I pulled my panties up and the camera zoomed in on the rivers of cum dripping down my body. He gave my nipples a final kiss and then tossed me my sweater and pushed me out the door. Drew yelled cut and that was a wrap on my last day filming. I sat in the shower in the bathroom washing myself and crying knowing that I was cursed to live as the world’s sluttiest she-male.

 

Drew gave me a farewell assfucking that night, and Sasha came to visit me at my, well actually her, apartment. Only I lived there but she paid for it in her name, with my money mind you, and I had to call her and ask her permission every time I left.

"So your contract is up and you managed to make even more money than expected, you should be proud of yourself, I’ll be able to get through law school and have enough left over for a new car."

"Um, Sasha? I was wondering if maybe I could have the extra money to help myself get started now that I am going to be on my own. I was thinking I could use it to become a real woman."

"Oh silly sissy. Did you really think I’d let you go? You’ve been way too profitable and if I let you go now you might be found out. If you had the operation you run the risk of someone recognizing you and telling the press, then it might get back to me and then what? It would be a huge mess and we don’t want that do we? No it would be way too messy as well for you to go back to being a man, to many questions as to where you’ve been and where Nikki went. That’s why I in my infinite wisdom have come up with a solution for all our problems."

I could feel a shiver go down my spine.

"I’ve had a few talks with an Arab man over the internet. He’s been inquiring about American shemales for sale. I sent him a few pictures of you and he and I have agreed that for 40 million dollars you will become his shemale sex slave. Doesn’t that sound great?"

"No you can’t do this to me, I won’t let you, this has gone past the point of humiliation I won’t take it!" My large breasts jiggled as I screamed cutting the seriousness behind my threat.

"I figured someday you would remember you still had balls and stand up to me, that’s why I bought this," she said as she pulled out a stun gun. She stabbed it into my side and my body fell to the floor in a fit of convulsions. She got on the phone and called Ryan to come up from the car in the street. He came up and they tied me and put me in the car. While driving Sasha injected me with a needle and I fell asleep.

 

ONE YEAR LATER

 

I stood there in front of the huge bed. I was wearing a pair of sheer, almost see-through, pair of pink silk pants. They were very puffy and tapered into a very tight cuff at the ankle above my bare feet. My top was a tiny purple bikini top with puffy see-through yellow sleeves attached. A pink veil covered my nose and mouth. I wasn’t allowed to wear any panties under my pants so if you looked really hard you could see the outline of my tiny dick dangling in my crotch. I swirled, and bent over, and crawled on the floor. I gyrated, and humped, and pranced around the room. All the while Almed Kandal clapped his hands and whistled. He lied there naked on his bed eating fruit and drinking wine. Finally after an hour of dancing for him his dick became erect which was my cue to stop dancing and begin another form of entertainment. I crawled onto the bed and took his dick in my hand. It wasn’t nearly as big as some of the porn star dick that had passed between my ass cheeks, but it was still a good size. The main problem I had with him was the amount of cum he could make. Taking a cumshot from him was like getting a bucket of jizz tossed on you. I had never seen anyone make that much cum before, not even the most popular of porn stars. Swallowing was damn near impossible, I usually choked on it and the listened to him laugh as it spilled out of my mouth and all over me. If he ass-fucked me, which he really liked to do, it would run out of my asshole for the rest of the night. Most nights I cry myself to sleep, usually with his dick in my mouth. This is my new life.

 

The End.

 

 

 

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