The House-Whore

by

Kathy Morris

©2002

  

Part 1

  

Tony was just sixteen years old when he was sent by his parents to live with his uncles and grandfather. The reason that he'd been sent was simply that he'd left school with hardly any qualifications and had no job prospects and the family needed someone to look after them as his grandmother had died several months previously. Tony had really never been good at school and was even considered as being not very bright. His only academic achievement had been in cookery lessons where he had excelled, much to his Father's disdain.

He had always been somewhat of a small, delicate child and even now, at sixteen he was only 5' 1" tall. He very slim, perhaps only eight stones, and wore his slightly curly blonde hair shoulder-length, also to his father's disdain. Tony had a pretty face for a boy, with naturally long eyelashes and a flawless complexion. The boys at school relentlessly teased him though he took comfort in his mainly female friends and preferred their company as much as possible.

Perhaps the main reason for his parents consenting to send him away, was the fact that they had caught him, on several occasions, wearing his mother's and sister's clothing, complete with makeup. His father had been furious, but his mother had protected him saying that it was a phase that some boys went through and that he would grow out of it. His father had agreed grudgingly, so with the request from Tony's Grandfather, his father had agreed for him to stay with them at the farm, thinking that sending him into an all-male household would, hopefully, change his ways.

On a bright, sunny, July morning, Tony was collected by his uncle Ted and driven two hundred miles away to the remote farm where Ted, his four brothers and Tony's grandfather lived. When he arrived, Tony was met by his new family and showed to his room by grandfather after a light supper. Tony liked his new bedroom, which was decorated in shades of pink. Just like a girl's room, Tony thought, but didn't really mind as he was tired after the long drive. His grandfather sat him down on the bed proceeded to tell him what would be expected of him during his stay.

"You'll not be needing the clothes which you brought with you," he pointed out. "You'll find everything you need in the wardrobe and drawers of the dressing table," Grandfather told him. "Get undressed and give me those," he indicated to what Tony was wearing. "Get a good sleep, as you'll be starting your housekeeping tomorrow early."

Tony quickly undressed and handed his clothes to Grandfather, feeling a little embarrassed standing naked before him. With that, Grandfather left Tony, taking away with him Tony's suitcase and the clothes, which he had arrived in.

Tony stood beside the bed and peeled back the satin covers to get in and smiled with unashamed pleasure as he saw the beautiful, pink satin nightie on the pillow. Quickly he put it on and nestled into the soft satin covers of his bed and beamed with delight as he slowly drifted off to sleep.

At five a.m. the next morning, Tony was awakened by his grandfather and told, "Get up, as a girl has to start the day early," he explained. "Right," he told Tony, who was now sitting up in bed and wondering why grandfather had referred to him as a girl, until he remembered what he was wearing. "I see you've found the nightie and you did right to wear it. This is a very strictly run household and you'll do exactly what you're told. Do you understand?"

Tony nodded.

"Good. Well, as you know, this farm is in need of a woman's touch, since you're Grandmother died, so, as you're available, you'll take over all her duties and responsibilities from now. Do you still understand?"

Tony nodded again.

"Good. Right, let's just get a few things straight. To start with, as you'll be doing all the woman's jobs around the place, which will include doing all the cooking, cleaning, washing and ironing for us. It seems right, and I think you'll not mind, that from now on you must start to live the life of a girl whilst you're here, which will be a long time," he stressed. "With this in mind, we, that's your uncles and I have decided that from now on you will be called 'Susan', that's S U S A N! Do you understand?"

Tony nodded that he did.

"Good. Well I see we've made the right choice in setting you on as you obviously have no objections, so I'll leave you to get dressed and then I'll expect you starting to make our breakfast in the kitchen in half an hour."

Tony, now Susan, nodded his understanding and Grandfather left his room.

I can't believe this, Tony, now Susan, thought. It's just like a dream come true, I'm going to make the most of all this, and with my new name I'm going to start a new life.

Throwing back the lovely satin bed covers, Tony pulled off his nightie and folded it neatly on the pillow then walked over to the wardrobe to see what clothes he was expected to wear.

Looking in there were skirts, blouses, dresses and shoes of all colours and shades. Tony was overwhelmed. He hadn't seen so many beautiful clothes in one place except for the shops. Turning to the dressing table across the room, Tony opened the drawers one by one and was amazed at the lingerie laid out before him: lacy bras, panties, suspender belts, camisoles, slips, basques, hundreds of pairs of nylons in various shades, beautiful, lacy garters and even several satin corsets. Tony was in heaven. Looking into the top drawer of the dressing table Tony was amazed to find a vast array of cosmetics. This really was his dream come true and he could hardly wait to see what was in the jewellery box, which was placed just before the dressing table mirror.

His heart was pounding as he picked up the pink satin dressing robe draped over the dressing table seat and went to have a bath in his ensuite bathroom. Entering the bathroom, Tony was delighted to find lots of perfumed bubble baths and creams for him to use, and he quickly ran his bath and luxuriated in the heavenly, feminine scents, which filled the room and seemed to enter every pore of his body.

After his bath, Tony dried himself on the fluffy towels and powdered himself with perfumed talcum powder, then went back into his bedroom to prepare for his household duties. Because he knew that he would be expected to do some cleaning and cooking at least today, Tony selected a black skirt and grey blouse from the wardrobe. He hoped that his Grandfather and Uncles would like his choice.

At first Tony thought that the skirt was a little bit short to wear for everyday work, but after checking all the skirts and dresses, he realised that there were none which were of a longer length in the wardrobe, indeed, many were very much shorter. He placed the skirt and grey blouse on the bed and looked in the drawers for some suitable underwear.

Eventually, he decided on a lacy white bra with matching panties, and a matching lacy suspender belt as there was obviously no pairs of tights for him to wear, only stockings, so he also selected a pair of pale tan nylons to go with his outfit.

Taking his selection over to the bed, Tony easily put on his bra and panties and the suspender belt, then carefully rolled the nylons onto his slender legs and fastened them to the six suspenders. Remembering as he had once watched his mother do, Tony checked that the seams of his nylons (all the pairs in the drawer had been seamed, fully fashioned style!) were straight, and with a little adjustment, stood to admire himself in the mirror.

Tony looked lovely and the feeling of the taut suspenders pulling at his stockings made him happy. Tony then put on the black skirt and grey blouse, though looked at his inadequate bust with some disapproval. But, he thought, at least I'm living my very own dream.

Tony went over to the wardrobe again to select some shoes and to his consternation could not find any pairs in the fifty or so that were flat heeled. All the shoes, though of many colours and styles, including some boots, all had stiletto heels at least four and a half inches high. Many, he noticed, as he tried to select a suitable pair, were even higher heels, of five inches and there were several pairs with six inch stiletto heels though thankfully with one inch platform soles.

He selected a pair of black, patent court shoes with four and a half inches of stiletto heel and sat on the side of the bed to put them on. Then he stood up to see how they felt and realised that they were exactly his size, as were all the clothes, and that Grandfather and his Uncles must have planned his so-called dream for some time.

Tony daintily walked over to the dressing table and looked through the cosmetics for his use. Having previously spent hours secretly using his mother's cosmetics, Tony set to work on his fine, unblemished features.

He applied a creamy foundation and set it with powder from the compact, then brushed blusher to accentuate his cheeks, then carefully coated his eyelids with a silvery-grey eye shadow. He outlined his eyes with a thin, carefully applied line of black kohl pencil, and looked to see which lipstick would look best on his full lips.

After choosing a deep, glossy plum coloured lipstick, he took the matching lip pencil and drew a line round his lips to accentuate their shape, then filled in the surface of his lips with the smooth, full-coloured lipstick using a lip brush. Satisfied with the result, Tony pouted to himself in the mirror seeing the beautiful girl before him.

Tony finished his makeup by applying several coats of black mascara to his long eyelashes just in time for him to hear his Grandfather shouting up the stairs, telling Susan to get a move on as the rest of the family were up and needed breakfast. Quickly, he brushed his long, blonde hair and squirted some perfume onto his wrists and neck then went confidently out of his bedroom to go downstairs to introduce his new self to his new family.

On entering the kitchen, his uncles and grandfather turned their heads expectantly, after hearing Tony's high heels approaching, his heels loudly clicking towards the kitchen along the tiled hallway, and six delighted faces beamed at him.

Uncle Ted was the first to speak and said, "Wow! What a lovely girly our Susan is!"

Tony's other Uncles nodded their heads and almost leered at him as Grandfather said, "You're a bit late this morning, Darling, make sure that it doesn't happen again!"

Tony shook his head and walked over to the cooker as indicated by his Grandfather's hand.

"Get cracking, we're hungry," he added.

Soon Tony was serving the men breakfast, listening to them talking about him, although they referred to him as, 'she', or 'Susan', as if he almost wasn't there. They said things ranging from, "It's good to see we've got a woman in the house again," to, "She really has got a sexy body on her." Several times Tony had turned from his task of cooking and caught one or another Uncle and, several times, his Grandfather, looking at him, but he coyly turned away and carried on with preparing breakfast.

Uncle Dan pulled out a chair at the table between himself and Uncle Jack as Tony placed his breakfast down last, and as he sat, politely pushed it forward for him to sit on.

Tony smiled pleasantly at Dan as he said, "Sit here next to me, Darling! I like a pretty girl beside me as I start the day."

Grandfather laughed and said, "Yes, but we're going to have to make a routine out for that bit," and winked at Tony.

Tony wondered what they were all now sniggering about, as he didn't understand the innuendo, so passing the comment off with a little shrug, he started to eat his breakfast.

Throughout breakfast the men chatted about the day's work on the farm and nudged eachother as they talked about Tony's presence in the house, though they only referred to him as 'Susan' or 'Sue', and asked him questions which were meant to embarrass him, such as how did it feel having so many men around him when he was the only girl?

Tony only smiled sweetly at their sometimes fairly rude remarks, though he couldn't help blushing as Uncle Frank said to Uncle Dan, "Dad said yesterday that I should think about getting married soon," and winked at Tony.

With breakfast finished, Tony or now Susan, as he had become to feel, cleared away the dirty dishes and made coffee for 'her' men, as he found himself thinking, and started to clean the plates and dishes.

"Leave those a minute, Love!" Uncle Jack said.

Susan turned and saw that Uncle Jack was patting the chair seat next to him, motioning for him to sit next to him. "Finish your coffee with us, Love!" he added.

Susan dried her hands and sat obligingly on the proffered chair as Uncle Jack delved into his work overalls pocket and pulled from it a packet of cigarettes. He took one from it and passed the packet around the table. All the men took a cigarette from Jack's packet and then he asked Susan if she also would like one.

Tony, now Susan, had never smoked before, but had admired his mother's, and other women's grace as they smoked and it seemed to Tony, now Susan, to be an addition to feminine sophistication that a beautiful woman should smoke.

Susan smiled sweetly and said, "Thanks, uncle," as she took one.

As Uncle Dan offered her a light, Susan placed the cigarette between her lipsticked lips and drew in her first taste of cigarette smoke. She thought that the smoke tasted rather bitter but exhaled the smoke delicately as she had seen her mother do on innumerable occasions and held the cigarette between outstretched fingers in a very feminine manner.

Uncle Jack smiled and said to Uncle Ben, "Well at least you and me will be having a grand time."

Uncle Ben nodded his approval as Susan took a longer drag on her cigarette and exhaled the smoke in a thin plume.

Uncle Ted said, "They'll be glad that you've started to smoke, Sue, because the both of them find an attractive girl like you smoking cigarettes, something of a big turn on."

Susan smiled, and taking another delicate drag on her cigarette, watched as Uncle Jack and Uncle Ben both watched her avidly as she slowly exhaled the blue cigarette smoke, and realised that she might be starting to have a hold in some way over them.

Uncle Dan placed one of his large, strong hands onto Susan's nylon-clad knees and said, "And if you keep flashing those stocking-tops of yours like you're doing now, there'll be less work done on this farm than enough," he joked.

Susan looked down and saw that her stocking-tops were exposed by the short skirt she was forced to wear and blushed. She tried to pull the hem of her skirt down a little and only just succeeded in covering them. As she did so, she realised that she liked the feel of her Uncle's large hand on her knee and decided that she wouldn't move it as it made her stomach feel lighter somehow and so she just left it there and smoked her cigarette with "her" men, smiling at them as they made comments about her and wondered about her new life ahead.

Eventually, the men finished their coffees and cigarettes and stood up as if to leave the kitchen. Susan had already finished hers and was standing by the sink just about to start the washing up.

Strong hands forcibly turned her on her high heels and pulled her forwards. She was being held firmly to Uncle Ted's chest. Startled, she placed her hands onto his broad, muscled chest.

"That was a great breakfast, Love," Uncle Ted said, smiling, then moved his weather-beaten face close to hers' and said, "See you at lunch, Love," and closed his mouth over hers.

She had never been kissed by a man before, but being in her Uncle's strong embrace, and totally unable to move away, she relaxed into the kiss, and feeling a strong hand on her back and one on her bottom, she closed her eyes and accepted the passionate kiss, enjoying the feeling of being totally overpowered and the warm moistness of his tongue as it probed her willing mouth.

Uncle Ted kissed her for several minutes and then let her go from his embrace and strode from the kitchen with a beaming smile.

Uncle Dan then came forward and held Susan tightly but didn't say anything, just kissed her pouting, moist lips for as long as Uncle Ted had done, then released her and followed Ted.

Uncle Jack, Uncle Ben and Uncle Frank all followed suit, kissing Susan passionately and then left to start their work.

Susan was now alone in the kitchen with Grandfather. He said, "Come here girl!" and Susan felt herself almost floating across to him, poised daintily on her high heels and stood breathlessly before him as he towered over her.

Grandfather was a very well built man for seventy, and still handsome she realised, and when he put his arms around her and held her close to him, Susan did not resist, in fact couldn't resist.

His face was close to hers and she had to look up to him even in the high heels, as he spoke. "Breakfast was good, the lads enjoyed it and it looks like they enjoyed meeting you," he smiled. "When you've done the dishes you can start on cleaning the house, then make sure that you get some lunch ready for us at one o'clock, right?"

Susan nodded her understanding.

Grandfather continued, "You look nice enough this morning, though your lipstick looks like shit at the moment but that's not you fault is it?" he said smiling.

Susan shook her head and said, "No Granddad."

"Another thing," Susan's Grandfather went on, "I see you didn't have time to put nail varnish on this morning, so from now on make sure that you do!"

Susan once again nodded.

"There's cigarettes on the table, so you can have a smoke when you like, perhaps when you've time for a short rest. If I were you," he continued, "I'd get used to smoking pretty sharpish, as our Jack and Ben really get a kick out of a girl smoking, as I'm sure you'll find out," he added. "So, Sue, I'll get off now and get some work done, but not before my morning snog, eh?"

Understanding her Grandfather's intention, Susan smiled sweetly and said, "But of course, Granddad."

Susan felt herself pulled tighter into her Grandfather's embrace and his large mouth cover hers. She closed her eyes and melted into his strong, passionate kiss.

Grandfather parted his lips slightly and toyed at Susan's lips with his wet tongue.

Susan returned his kiss and opened her mouth to allow his tongue to probe deeply into her moist mouth, using her own tongue to feel his and enjoying the sensation of being probed in this way and she realised that Granddad must have removed his false teeth after breakfast, as she could only feel his hard but toothless gums with the pink tip of her tongue.

Grandfather's saliva was mixing with Susan's as they kissed, almost oozing from the old man's mouth, and Susan greedily accepted it, swallowing his spittle and sucking on the fat probing tongue that almost filled her mouth.

If this was what snogging was, Susan thought, then was going to enjoy it

Granddad was passionate with his kisses and his breathing was becoming heavy. Susan returned the passion and placed her hands around her Grandfather's strong, hairy neck and fondled the skin at his nape. As she allowed her Grandfather to probe and force his tongue into her mouth, Susan became aware of something hard rubbing against her tummy. She felt a need to rub against it and as she did so, she realised that their embrace was giving the old man a hard on!

Granddad felt Susan pressing against his rigid cock and pulled away from Susan's beckoning, moist mouth. "That' enough now," he said smiling, "You're letting me get carried away, you sexy little bitch. You can take care of that," he said, nodding down to indicate his erect, but unseen penis, "Later tonight!"

Grandfather gave Susan another short, but tongue-probing kiss, patted Susan's pantied bottom, saying, "You really are one hell of a sexy bitch," and left the kitchen.

Susan stood there breathless and as if almost dazed as she watched her Grandfather leave, but then smoothed down her skirt to cover her stocking tops, as it had ridden up during snogging with her Grandfather, and turning on her dainty, high heels, crossed the kitchen to resume washing the dishes.

After finishing the washing up and putting the dishes away, Susan checked her face in the mirror in the hallway and saw that all her lipstick had been kissed away and that her makeup needed renewing, so she returned to her room and re-applied it, then carefully painted her nails with a bright red nail varnish, as Grandfather had insisted.

As she brushed her long, blonde hair, Susan pondered about her new life as a girl and thought of how much she enjoyed being kissed by her men-folk, and realised that she was enjoying every minute of it, when she again noticed the jewellery box on the dressing table.

Opening the large, ornate jewellery box, Susan was delighted to find gold and silver necklaces, all types of pearl jewellery, a vast assortment of beautiful diamond, emerald and others with every type precious stone, plain gold and silver rings and hundreds of pairs of earrings. There were also half a dozen lovely, delicate wristwatches and lots of bangles and hair slides and fancy hair clips. In fact, she realised, there was everything a young woman could possibly need and once again felt grateful for her Grandfather's selections and thoughtfulness.

Susan eventually selected a delicate gold chain that had a small, gold heart-shaped locket pendant and placed it around her neck. Then she picked out several beautiful, thin rings and placed them on her slim fingers and tried to decide what earrings she should wear. Something not too showy, she thought, but some pretty ones, which would simply accentuate her femininity.

She selected a pair of small pearl clip-on earrings and admired herself in the mirror then took a small, gold wristwatch and fastened the thin clasp to her wrist and checked the time.

"Well," she said to herself, "A girl can't sit around preening herself all day when there's her men's house to look after." Susan blew herself a kiss at her own reflection in the mirror then walked proudly from the bedroom to explore her new home.

Susan went from room to room upstairs in the large, rambling house, noting that the bedrooms were kept quite tidy as indeed most of the house seemed to be. She noted that some rooms were locked but those obviously didn't concern her so simply carried on her exploration. She couldn't work out whose bedrooms were whose, except for Grandfather's, which was obviously his as there was a photograph of her Grandmother on his desk.

Susan's uncle's rooms were all different and showed diverse tastes in style and decoration. One, she couldn't guess whose it was, was decorated in black and silver, though not too harshly, and had the expanses of walls broken by large posters of semi-nude Biker Babes sat astride "Harley Davidson's" in various poses.

Another room had its walls almost covered by posters of luscious-lipped women with lighted cigarettes dangling from their overly lipsticked mouths. So this room, she thought, must be either Uncle Jack's or Uncle Ben's room. Looking at the posters, Susan realised that she would like to try another cigarette so she left this Uncle's room and went downstairs to the kitchen where her cigarettes were left on the kitchen table.

Susan really enjoyed the thrill of simply walking around in her very own high heels and loved the sound of the heels clattering on the hard floors as she took dainty, small steps. She negotiated the broad staircase easily, and then confidently strode through the house and along the hallway to the kitchen.

On entering the kitchen she went straight over and took the packet of cigarettes from the table. She opened the packet and took one out. With mounting excitement, Susan lit it with a slim, Ladies lighter, which she presumed must have been left for her, and look a long, sensuous drag.

As she smoked, Susan looked at her small, dainty, outstretched fingers holding the cigarette and admired the contrast of the pure white of the cigarette against the bright, glossy red of her nails. She took another deep drag on the cigarette and felt wonderful; blowing the delicate, blue smoke in a fine-plumed exhale and admiring the stain of her lipstick which coated the filter tip of her cigarette. Susan decided then and there that whenever she had the chance, she would smoke the lovely cigarettes, and realised also that she was going to enjoy pampering to Uncle Ben's and Uncle Jack's fantasies by trying to look and act just as sexy and erotic as the models on the posters. Perhaps, she thought, they simply like to watch and admire a girl smoking for them and then play with themselves when they went to bed. Well, she decided, it's only harmless fun, and in any case, she really was enjoying smoking herself, so taking a deep, feminine drag on her cigarette, she walked from the kitchen, teetering on her lovely high heels, to find a broom cupboard or somewhere else that the things she would need would be kept.

Susan quickly found the vacuum cleaner and some dusters and tins of furniture polish in a small room along the hallway. She started to clean the house as she had been told, though it took some time for her ankles to get used to the very high heels which she wore, though enjoyed the feeling of being very vulnerable in them, as she thought that she obviously could never run away whilst wearing then, but then almost immediately realised that she never wanted to run away.

She laughed and sang along to the radio as she dusted first one room then another, and flitted about the house polishing the furniture as well as she could, occasionally going through to the kitchen to get cigarettes, then smoking them whilst taking a breather sat in one of the comfortable arm chairs.

Susan had been cleaning the house for several hours, and was taking a rest smoking her cigarette in the drawing room when she looked at her watch and saw that it was just past twelve o'clock, so, taking a last, deep, relaxing, drag, stubbed her cigarette out in the crystal ashtray and went through to the kitchen to start preparing lunch for her men.

Just before one o'clock Susan's Uncles started to arrive back from their work around the farm. She heard their laughter and spirited chatting as they removed their boots and Wellingtons then go upstairs, she hoped, to wash before lunch.

Susan had butterflies dancing in her stomach as she heard the sound of the men coming into the house and hoped that the meal she had prepared for them would be satisfactory. She quickly left the pans on the cooker and went into the hall to check that her hair and makeup was perfect and then smoothed down her short skirt and then went back to the kitchen.

She started placing the dinner plates and tureens onto the lacy, white tablecloth that she had found in a drawer and laid on the large kitchen table, hoping that it looked nice and inviting for Grandfather and her Uncles.

Soon the men started to appear in the kitchen, each one greeting her pleasantly and, before taking their seats, giving her a sweet peck on the cheek or lips.

  

  

  

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