Old Folks Part 2

"You'll do as I say whore, if your cock doesn't get used then it needs to be decorated. When it's your turn go in there and tell him you want your tiny cock pierced. Tell him you're gay and that you love dressing in women's clothes, tell him you wanted to be a woman so much you changed your appearance into a young woman. Tell him you're a whore and how much you charge, and more importantly tell him you want that little cock pierced. If you don't say those things I will know!"

There were several people, who were in front of me, that I watched while they went in and out of the back room. Finally, it was my turn. The same big butch biker like chap opened the door with his big bushy beard on display and called for his next customer. I got up and walked across to hi, my big breasts catching his attention as they bounced and my heels clacking on the floor. I followed him instead, preparing to tell him I used to look like a man.

"So what do you what Hon?" he asked.

"Ermmm.I'd like to have a piercing done please." I replied.

"Ok, where about?"

"On my Penis."

"I'm sorry?"

"On my Penis, please. I used to be a man, but I always wanted to be a woman and liked wearing women's clothes so I changed my appearance to be like a woman and took hormones."

"Er.ok then. Do you want to take of your underwear and skirt and sit on the bed please."

I unzipped my short skirt and dropped it down to my ankles, next was my sexy thong and my small cock hung lifeless accompanied with my tiny balls. I took of my high heels and lied down on the bed. My long stocking clad legs lying across the bed. The deed was soon done and I had a little gold hoop pierced through my foreskin with a gold ball on the end. I put my underwear back on, pulled up my skirt said thank-you to the bloke and told I was a prostitute in his area, and, if was interested and fancied having his cock sucked well and proper to look me up.