Christie Part 3 - "A Star is Born"

A week later, Chris came home to find his wife on the stairs and said, "God, Barbie, you look like a whore." Barbie spent every night in John's room now. And he made her dress in outrageous clothes. Today she wore latex shorts and a tight top that exposed her big tits.

Barbie ignored her husband's remark and slowly said, "Christie, we have a problem, a problem with the website. For weeks we've been promoting that tomorrow we'll post 20 photos of the hottest new sex symbol on Earth."

"I know. Has Dixie shown up for her photo shoot yet?"

"No, and she won't be. She's cancelled out on us."

"But she can't! We've promised all our subscribers!"

"She's in London. There's no way to get her here in time. But we haven't promised the subscribers a certain girl, just one who is new and hot. Maybe we can substitute someone who is already on hand."

"Who? You, Barbie?"

"No, silly. I've been featured on the site several times already. We need someone new. Someone like you."

Chris' jaw dropped. "No way. I can't."

Barbie frowned at him. "Chris, we're going to have a lot of angry subscribers demanding their money back if you don't."

At the studio, Barbie impatiently checked her watch for the third time. "Ready, Chris?" she asked knowing full well that Chris had no choice in the matter. John insisted that Chris model for the website.

Chris nodded, nervous and suddenly shy in front of Barbie. Standing by her now, Chris felt ridiculous and unworthy. Surely the subscribers wouldn't be interested in his bizarre body.

Barbie steered Chris into the spacious, sunlit studio and invited him to sit down on the large couch.

"How about a tall, cool drink? I know it's still early," she added noting Chris' surprise, "but it will help calm your nerves."

"Yes, please," Chris accepted.

As Barbie and Chris talked, Chris was growing increasingly aware of the unmistakable yearnings of sexual desire. He tried to fight back the tense, prickly longings, but the thought of all the naked girls who had posed here in the studio, in alluring and abandoned positions, only served to heighten his itchy, hot-blooded feelings.

Barbie watched Chris squirm in his chair and his face turn red. The aphrodisiac she'd put in his drink was working. "Honey, I hope you don't have any inhibitions about showing off your body in front of the camera."

"Oh, no," Chris replied quickly, "I-I'm sure I'll be able to do it."

"Well dear," Barbie continued pushing herself closer to Chris, "it's important that we get these things straightened out at the beginning. Let's practice a little before John gets here. Undress and lay down here, on your tummy."

Half-entranced, Chris slowly stripped down to his bra and panties, licked his lips and removed these items with mounting excitement.

"Do, do you want my stockings off too?"

Barbie nodded, her own eyes hot and misty as they wandered over Chris' magnificent body. Chris obediently removed his garter belt, then sat on the edge of the couch to peel his stockings down, giving Barbie a good view as he raised first one leg, then the other. The hormones that Chris was taking had taken their toll on his cock. It was shorter and thinner than ever.

As he lowered himself head down onto the cushions, stretching his body at full-length on the couch, Barbie said softly, "You know, Chris, you've got the most voluptuous figure I've seen in years. The way you move, it's really sexy, really exciting to watch." She moved closer to the trembling, outstretched she-male.

Chris rested his cheek on his folded arms, closing his eyes languidly, presenting the slowly stooping Barbie with a magnificent view of his butt cheeks. So firmly rounded, their texture white and smooth. And with a side view of his right breast, dipping into the cushion and half-squashed on the small bolster.

Barbie hadn't fucked Chris in weeks, but she wanted him now.

Barbie softly placed her hands on Chris' shoulders then sat down on the edge of the couch. She began to massage and caress the taut muscles beneath the shoulder blades, her fingers rolling firmly into the rounded flesh, then moved down his back, massaging slowly and with a thrillingly sensuous touch the wonderful silky-smoothness of Chris' bare body.

Barbie's hands pressed at the spine, then stole gradually over the raised butt, bending the cheeks first downwards, then apart, her face now so close to the tiny elastic ring of Chris' asshole that Barbie's breath whistled softly down on his girlish hemispheres.

Barbie continued to roll the yielding mounds from side to side, taking large handfuls of flesh between her fingers and releasing them, then gathering up another portion of the yielding skin and repeating the same manipulations. Chris' ass began to glow pink under the exciting pressure and Barbie's heart beat faster as her eyes grew bright with desire.

Shyly at first, then with mounting abandon, Chris began to move his hips up and down in an effort to relieve the stimulus he was receiving. And when Barbie could see that Chris was ready for the next stage, she gently patted Chris' butt and ordered him to turn over on his back.

Chris obeyed, wriggling himself into position. Sighing softly, he raised his arms above his head, making his breasts swell yearningly upwards. He lay beneath Barbie completely relaxed with his legs gently parted. Barbie knelt by the couch, surveying the unadorned beauty which lay so helplessly before her.

Barbie fondled Chris' naked breasts, her fingers pulling and twisting at the nipples until they stood up high in a pointed peak, reaching full erection. Leaving one hand on the right breast, she caressed the other down to Chris' crotch and slid her fingers around his cock.

Barbie decided to waste no more time and quickly brought her trembling lips to the rigid nipple which her index finger and thumb were pulling away from the his breast gently kissing it on the tip.

Chris squirmed beneath her with open delight. "Could you do that again?" His voice sounded sexy and low, coming from far back in his throat and barely audible to Barbie.

Barbie smiled almost wickedly and slipped the nipple back into her mouth, sucking it deeply between her teeth, her tongue flicking over the inflamed bud. The aphrodisiac she had dropped into Chris' drink was working even faster than she had expected, Barbie thought.

"Wouldn't you like to take off your dress too, Barbie," he asked. "It's so hot in here."

"What a thoughtful husband you are, my darling!" she whispered. Then stood up and quickly unzipped her dress, stepping out of its folds and standing for a moment in front of Chris, clad in sexy black bra, panties, stockings and heels.

Chris' eyes roamed deliriously over the sexy vision, stopping at Barbie's swollen cuntal mound and lingering on the luscious sight of it, his own breath now coming in short, hard rasps. Barbie started to unhook her bra. "I may as well take this off too."

While she was speaking, she released her breasts from their snug bondage. "Do you think they've grown?" she giggled, weighing them in her hands and lifting them proudly toward her husband, "I get so much sex now, I think it may be making my boobs swell."

Barbie's eyes narrowed into an expression as passionate as Chris', and covered his body quickly with her own. "Do you still love me?" she asked.

"I love you, Barbie. But I don't know if I can be a man for you anymore."

Barbie reached between them and grasped his shrunken prick. It was firming up nicely. "I think you'll do just fine, hubby."

She lowered herself firmly onto Chris so that their breasts, tummies and thighs pressed tightly together. Barbie felt Chris' lips eagerly on hers and their mouths moved tenderly together in a long passionate kiss. Their red, full women's lips crushed hungrily together as their wet, trembling tongues mingled and explored the hot caverns of each other's mouths.

Barbie slowly rode Chris' cock as they continued sucking each others' tongues, making moaning sounds at the back of their throats. Barbie enjoyed it immensely. It was slow, gentle, and she was in control. The contrast to sex with John was stark.

They hugged each other, rocking frantically together, Barbie and Chris both realizing that they were about to reach their climax. Barbie's huge white breasts bounced and crushed down on Chris' until they both shuddered and released their hot cum.

A few minutes before the married couple worked their hot passions to the great climatic peak, John crept quietly into the studio, taking in the sexy scene with lust in his eyes. He silently snapped pictures, capturing the climax with a digital camera.

"Well, I see you two have started without me," John commented wryly. He exchanged a knowing look with Barbie. "What do you think?" he asked. "Will he make a good model?"

"Oh, yes!" Barbie responded eagerly. "There's no doubt about it." She stroked Chris' hair as she rested on top of him.

Watching the stimulating scene, John felt his penis slowly rising uncomfortably within the tight confines of his pants. Chris squirmed under Barbie, feeling his wife's hand now slipping further down his chest and encompassing the ripe globe of his boob, and stared back at John. "I'm ready to begin posing right now. What do you want me to do first?"

"Barbie will take you into the dressing room while I set up the equipment," he said, amazed at Chris' composure. He turned away then, busying himself by checking the cameras and lighting stands. Barbie took Chris' hand and walked with him to the small room at the back. It contained nothing but a huge double closet and a separate, full-length mirror.

Barbie pulled the closet door open and revealed to Chris a large selection of dresses, bras, panties and silk stockings, all hanging neatly in a variety of sizes and colors. She rummaged quickly through the stack of clothes.

"Let me pick you out something special," she said, finally bringing out a pink mini-dress made of stretch material. Barbie assisted Chris into his costume and led him back into the studio. John looked up from his camera and gave a low, breathless whistle, studying every line of Chris' body, every curve and crevice of "her" form that filled the dress to the bursting point. He could feel his cock twitch nervously, though he was able to keep his voice steady when he spoke.

"Okay Chris," he said. "If you'll just stand there against the backdrop with your legs slightly apart and your hands on your hips, I'll take a rear view of you." He looked through the viewfinder of his camera and adjusted the focus. Then, walking over to Chris, he showed her how to slowly and sexily remove the tiny dress. John moved back to the camera and pressed the button. "Very nice," he commented.

Barbie walked over to him and looked from his angle, raising her eyebrows in approval. John put Chris through a number of poses and took about 100 pictures.

"You've really got a natural talent for posing, Chris," John told her. He whispered secretly into Barbie's ear for a few moments but Chris was unable to catch any of his remarks. He saw Barbie nod in agreement and then John informed Chris that he wanted Barbie to film a series of photos with him posing as an underwear salesman and Chris as the young innocent customer.

Chris agreed and within five minutes, they had arranged the dazzling spotlights and Barbie was installed behind a digital camera, trying out the zoom lens so that she could be certain not to miss any detail of the pair's intimate movements. The camera started to whir, and Chris began to play out his role perfectly, adopting just the right demure artlessness.

John showed her a bra and she put her head coyly to one side, looking at it as if she couldn't quite make up her mind on a purchase. He spread his hands, indicating that she really ought to be measured before buying so important a garment, and Chris nodded her head, turning around.

Delicately, John unhooked her bra and placed it on the counter. He slipped both of his hands under her arms and closed his fingers around the bare breasts now offered for measurement. Barbie zoomed in for a close-up of John's hands as they massaged Chris' round, full knockers, then zoomed out again to include the picture of the two of them, Chris' eyes closing in pleasure as she received a prolonged and determined breast-fondling.

When he finished his sensuous massaging, John reached over and picked up a pair of lacy panties which lay on the counter and then offered them for the girl's inspection. Chris delicately peeled her panties seductively down almost to her thighs, pausing when the elastic top clung just below her pubic region.

She smiled at John when her "surprise" cock was exposed. Chris massaged her stiffening cock while John watched with lust-crazed eyes. A few long moments of this torture lasted, and then the drug-addled mind of the she-male finally relented. Chris reached out and hugged John firmly against her, squashing her bare tummy tightly against his penis, rubbing herself back and forth in slow rotations to get his cock as hot as possible. Then, taking his hands in hers, she moved them around her waist and laid them firmly on the plump cheeks of her buttocks.

Barbie crouched down and filmed in intimate close-up the sight of John's hands rubbing wildly over the luscious asscheeks. He pinched and pulled at her firm flesh, passing his fingers into the crack between the twin mounds of softness and dipping their tips against the brown, damp anus which was now exposed so shamelessly for the camera's steady stare. Chris giggled and grinned for the camera.

"How about it?" he asked, as he pulled her firmly against himself.

"How about what?" She put her arms around his neck and felt the warmth of his chest through her boobs. It was such an odd feeling. She was actually becoming excited. And it was her own cousin doing the exciting. Her MALE cousin. Something in her mind bucked suddenly. She couldn't just stand there and let him rub against her like that!

"John, would you let me get loose?" She squirmed but her strong cousin closed the circle of his arms enough to capture her against his body. "John!"

"Easy baby, easy!" He held her as she struggled. "You want it as bad as I do." His hands stroked her quivering back. "Don't ... Ohhh ... Ohhh John, please! You don't know what you're doing." Why had she agreed to this damn photo shoot? Why had she teased him moments ago?

He quickly spun her around and pushed her facedown onto the bed and as his mouth sucked her neck, she could only gasp under the weight. "I want you, Chris!" he breathed. She was still too shocked for words, digging her hands into the mattress as she tried to squirm away.

"No. Oh God John, you've got to be crazy attacking me like this." But his hand already grabbed her cock. As his fingers stroked her, her ass squirmed circles against the sheet. "Nuhhhhh ... Nuhhhnnoo," she grunted, trying to fight the sharp pleasure that shot through her belly and thighs.

He ripped the bra from her and pawed her boobs hungrily, moaning like some wild animal. Chris thought she might be able to push him off until one of her thick, dark nipples slipped between his fingers. Then the strength drained from her arms as John squeezed the supersensitive nubbin.

"Nhhuuhh," she gasped, writhing under his hands and body. Something hot and hard pressed against her thigh. She knew that her cousin's rigid cock was getting dangerously close to her ass. She could feel his hairy muscular stomach rubbing her. "John ... this is awful!"

"It isn't awful," he grunted, "and you know it isn't!"

"Ohhh ... get off! Get off me ..." Her head fell to the side as John's mouth wet her neck and ear. And John's cock seemed even harder now. It felt like an ax handle as he eased it up the soft flesh of her inner thigh. She wriggled again, tilting her hips furiously in an attempt to keep him away from her nether hole. But the tip of his cock pushed against the puckered opening. It felt slick and greasy. He'd prepared himself for this! She could feel herself parting.

Now Chris was almost afraid to move. Every time she did, John gained a fraction of an inch. "Oh god! Ohhhh! I can't stand it! I'll die if you stick that thing in me!"

He grabbed her long hair and jerked her head back. "Chris, I can smell you, taste you!" He kissed her mouth hard and she couldn't keep his tongue from probing deep.

"Nhhhaaaa ... Ohhhhhh help, Barbie, help!" Barbie just laughed and kept the film rolling. She loved the sight of her master shoving his big cock up her wimpy husband's butt. It served Chris right -- he should've protected her from John too. Chris' protests were faint gasps now as she felt her cousin's passion. He sensed an easy victory now. The head of his cock entered her butt and was forcing open the circle of muscles that surrounded her hole.

"John ... don't ... don't do it!"

"I'm gonna get you at last," he mumbled, pinching both her nipples hard. She arched her back sharply. Then she felt him lurch, felt the spreading stretch as his flared crown went in. She gasped, gave a cry and fell forward on the bed, spit drooling from the side of her mouth. John was on her like a tiger then, lifting her ass high in the air as he fucked for depth.

"Ahhh ... ohhh!"

"You're tight and hot. God, you're wonderful," he gasped, working his cock in and out, deepening his penetration.

"It hurts ... it hurts!" She ground her teeth together, breath hissing between them. But there was no stopping John now. He had her soft heat surrounding him now. He wanted more. With a groan he put another inch inside her body and then another. She bucked and wiggled as her insides opened to him. She felt that throbbing chunk of meat entering her.

John was wheezing and bucking like crazy and she sensed that her tight ass was about to bring him off. Chris felt a sudden anger. The nerve of her horny cousin, forcing her in the middle of a photo shoot and now he was going to pump his cum out and leave her trembling and used. He didn't care about anything but his own pleasure. She bit her lip, focused her concentration and bore down with all her might. She could feel the muscles around the beginning of her hole tighten down like the lens of a camera. John made a funny sound in his throat and then stopped fucking.

"Chris ... Jesus! Hey, god damn you're gonna cut it off!"

But she wasn't finished yet. She knew she'd stopped him from coming. Now she wanted him to suffer a little more. She squinted her eyes and thought only of that trembling, muscular area where her cousin's cock had speared her softness. But it wasn't so soft anymore. She tightened again, harder.

John choked and his mouth came open. His face was red with pain. She had the sonofabitch now! She felt like she could almost pinch his prick right off at the base. Of course she couldn't, but at least she'd cut off the blood flow, stopped his orgasm as surely as if she'd plunged an icicle up his ass.

"Now maybe you'll have some thought for my feelings," she whined, keeping the pressure against him. But she was beginning to ache down there. She couldn't keep it up forever. "Damn you, you ... you animal!"

"Chris, stop it! It hurts like hell!"

"Why did you have to do this? Why couldn't you be content with my wife?" she hissed, jerking her hips to increase the pain on his cock.

"I couldn't help it. I've been watching you and I couldn't just smell your underwear and jack off any longer. I had to know how it would be!"

So her cousin actually filched her underwear and used them as an erotic aid to his self-abuse. "You're awful!" she laughed.

"Sometimes I watch you undress," he said, trying to kiss her mouth. "I stand out on the balcony and when you've got your doors closed, you don't see me."

"Watched me undress!" Her ass muscles were aching. She couldn't keep squeezing him. She felt his hands explore her big breasts, touch her belly. His hand wrapped around her rock-hard little cock.

She lay on the bed, arms out, head to one side, letting him take what he wanted. She was weak.

The photos made Chris a new star in the adult entertainment world. She posed for hundreds of photos per month, knowing that she had to take advantage of her popularity now because her looks wouldn't last forever. The exclusive "Chris" section of SteamyFantasy.com gathered a large fanatical following and John soon had enough photos to supply the website for years.

Chris always thought of herself as a woman now. After all she had long flowing hair, a pretty face, fat lips, huge boobs, thin waist, firm ass -- and a man who couldn't keep his hands off her.

But with stardom comes power, and Chris was gradually regaining control of her life. John was infatuated with her and she wound him around her little finger. She demanded and received a six-figure salary for her work. She demanded her own bedroom and sometimes refused to let John in. She constantly added more designer clothes to her already enormous wardrobe; she drove a convertible Mercedes; she ate at all the best restaurants; she had a very pretty personal trainer; and it was all paid for by the business.

Chris learned to enjoy life. She was even looking forward to becoming a surrogate mother to Barbie's baby. She sometimes wondered if she was the baby's father, but she knew the chances were slim.

Chris never knew that the real Christie liked to keep track of what was going on at the internet company she'd founded. Chris' sister had seen his photos on the website many times. Christie only laughed and was glad that her brother looked happy in his new job.

FIN