The Brazilian

Bruna had a cock you could only dream of at this point. And with a set of balls that could more than do the job with Amanda, given the opportunity. You looked her in the eyes, bobbing your mouth up and down the pole.

"That's nice," Bruna said, praising you gently. "You like to suck cock because you can't get it up?"

You flushed, but didn't say anything. Bruna frowned.

"The trick about being an escort," Bruna corrected you, "is that whatever your client wants in the moment, is what you have to be. A lot of the times, that's a facade. Facades are easy. But sometimes, they want you to tell them your deep dark secrets. And that's not so easy. But it has to be done."

"Yes," you admitted, in a very small voice. "I like to suck cocks and see them get stiff because I can' t get it up."

"That's a good girl," Bruna said, petting your blonde mane. "My older cousin was transgendered. I thought she was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen, and to know she started off with a cock ... well, I emulated her, you see. Always was what I wanted."

You listened to her, pausing to suck on her full balls.

"Do you picture me with Amanda?" Bruna asked you. You nodded.

"I envision her with all the finalists," you said. "But you'd be amazing with her."

"Why did you want to be replaced?"

"I ... knew I'd need help, after I had to get my balls removed. And when you need help. It can be such a sterile, unfeeling process, pun intended. And I wanted to see passion and love. And when it came back and worse, I knew I needed more than help. I needed her to move on."

"And what if it isn't ... as bad as you feared?" Bruna said. That was a question that haunted you.

"I don't regret being replaced," you said, biting your lip, and blinking the tears back. "She's happier now. And there's something drawing me to womanhood."

"I know what you mean," Bruna said, and you knew she understood you. "Lean back, baby."

She took you slow and steady, her thick, long Brazilian prick burying slowly to the hilt in your Cuban ass. She kissed you.

"Sometimes you'll make love," she told you. "Sometimes it'll feel real even."

You moaned, your cock swollen and soft as she pushed in and out. She paused. You could hear Kendi and Amanda fucking one room over. Amanda was telling him she loved him.

"It hurts, I know. It hurts me too. But that's the great thing about what we do. We can fuck away the pain. Sometimes we make love. Sometimes we fuck."

And Bruna fucked you, ever bit the equal of Kendi next door.