Feminisation Services And Other Stories of a Similar Genre

By Jesse Harcourt

FEMINISATION SERVICES is a collection of eight stories, some longer than others, that fall under the genres of cross-dressing, transgender and gay male.

Most of the stories are UNASHAMEDLY PORNOGRAPHIC. Readers should be aware of this before delving into the book's contents. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. However, be assured, the stories do not co

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jesse Harcourt
• Release date: Sep 15, 2023
• ISBN: 9781916820326

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FEMINISATION SERVICES

It's a dead give-away. The way I have spelled 'feminisation' that is. Indicates I am probably not American. I am wary of giving anything away these days, after my recent catastrophic experience.

A strange email headed Feminisation Services popped up uninvited on my computer. I know I should have assigned it to the bin straight away. On any other day I probably would have done so. But it caught me when I was feeling a bit randy - and lonely. I had also had a few scoops of whisky. Those are my excuses.

Anyway, I opened the message. Relief. All that came up was Feminisation Services - Click Here. I didn't click where it invited me to, and I consigned the message belatedly to the bin. That was that. I felt better about myself the next day and gave the email no further thought.

About a month later I was chilling in my flat when there was a knock on my front door. I found standing there an attractive blonde in a business suit holding a clip file in her hand. I was prepared to say a quick no thank you and to hastily close the door. As I have just said though, I found a very attractive woman staring me straight on with compelling blue eyes.

Mr. Colin Hamer? she asked.

Yes, I agreed somewhat tentatively.

I knew who you are anyway. I recognised your face as soon as you opened the door.

Those words had me gaping at her. How did you get an image of me?

We've done our research Colin, she said familiarly and with a smile. We know all about you.

And who, are WE? I demanded to know.

Feminisation Services of course.

Feminine what?

You clicked our email. Don't you remember?

My neighbour s engaged in mowing his front lawn, switched off his machine and at the same time was trying not to alert me as to the interest he was taking in my doorstep conversation. I knew all too well he had the ears of an elephant. There is a misunderstand here. You'd better come in and we can sort it out Miss..... er?

Thank you, she said placing a very shapely leg over my doorstep, followed by its twin. My name is Jessica. You can call me Jess if you like."

I'd like to very much Jess, I said closing the door and pointing towards my sitting room. But I fear our association will be a short one.

Oh, I don't think so Colin. Just wait until you hear what news I have for you.

I don't wish to be feminised, I informed her with a wry smile. Whatever that means.

Jessica sat herself on the edge of my settee and showed me a lot of her legs in the process. But you pressed the accept button.

I did no such thing. I persisted.

Yes, you did, Colin. Our records show that you certainly did. They cannot be refuted, and we now have a contract.

This is a nightmare, I said. Are you real?

As real as you are standing there, Colin. Why don't you sit down and relax, and I'll go through the paperwork with you. She took out of her handbag a sheaf of paperwork. Besides, your conversion has already started.

Already started? I shrieked. My conversion? What exactly do you mean by that?

Haven't you noticed what you might think is fat accumulating on your chest? And your nipples are becoming sore? And when you've jerked yourself off this last fortnight it's taken longer and longer to achieve an orgasm that way? To put it crudely, Colin, your breasts are growing and your balls shrinking.

You what? I screamed.

Not so loud Colin, said Jess soothingly. That nosey neighbour of yours will get to hear everything. I am sure you won't want him to know before it becomes obvious, and you can't disguise the change in your body any longer.

Oh my God. This can't be true. Tell me it's a dream.

It's not a dream but it's not a nightmare either. You'll get to love your new shape and all the possibilities it brings with it.

But............. I fumbled for words. What's in it for you? I haven't much money at all.

Don't worry about that now, Colin. If you can't pay at the end, you can work off your debt.

What do you mean by 'work it off' Jess?

Don't let us cross that bridge until we come to it, Jess replied elusively.

How have you been slipping me this drug that is feminising me?

I can't tell you that. We shall have to keep doing it in secret if you don't co-operate straight away.

Straight away?

All you boys submit in the end. You'll see.

All us boys?

That's what I said. You don't think you're the first, do you?

Where are all these boys?

Mostly in America. All good ideas usually come from over there. We've only just started moving our services into Europe. We need a few pathfinders like you. We are resorting to subterfuge just until our business turns the corner.

Couldn't you just take your pathfinding somewhere else, Jessica? Leave me to live my life how I want to?

Sorry Colin. We've started the process on you. You don't want to be neither one thing nor the other, do you?

My legs felt as if they were giving way. I thumped down on the settee beside Jessica, lost for words.

That's right, sit down and relax. She put her hand on my thigh by means of encouragement. I've brought a few things with me that you'll appreciate, I'm sure.

Things?

She delved into her large handbag and pulled out a small rectangular package bearing the name of a well-known departmental store. Here are some panties for you. We know that most of the boys we change into girls love pink. There's three pairs in here. She undid the packaging and pulled out one pair, flattened then out, and held them up for me to look at. You can see they're briefs, lovely pink with thin white lacy edging round the legs and waist band. And a little pink bow at the front against your tummy. You'll really love to wear these won't you Colin darling?

I blushed with embarrassment; even more poignant because I felt a stirring you know where. I started on making a denial. No, Jess.......

Deny it as much as you like but I see your little man is showing some interest. She smiled at me disarmingly.

What was the use? I pretended to be aloof.

Jess put the loose panties and the two pairs in the package on the arm of the settee. I'll get you to wear one pair before I go. Her hand went back into her handbag and brought out another package. Here's some nice pink tights for you - extra-large of course. I wouldn't wear pink tights myself, but I know you boys will get really turned on with them at first.

At first? I intoned.

Until the first flush of excitement simmers down and you really get into loving being a woman. I can't wait for that day. I'll be seeing you through all your conversion. I'll get as much of a thrill doing so as you do, my lover.

Look Jess, let's stop this now. No way am I going to turn myself into a woman. You're a very nice lady and I don't wish to upset you, but it's just not going to happen. O.K.?

I can see you are beginning to panic Colin. That is perfectly understandable. This has been a shock for you. But the sooner you come to terms with your changing your sex, the sooner you'll start to have a fabulous life. If you send me away now, you will be the poorer for it. Besides, there are a few things I would like to do with you before I go.

This is not happening. I don't believe anything you say. I don't know what you hope to achieve. Now will you please go?

Before I do, will you do just one thing for me, Colin?

What one thing?

Take your shirt off.

I knew what was coming. I knew I had started growing breasts. I had watched the transformation a little each day. I had tried to ignore it. I hoped it was nothing but had plans to visit my doctor if needs be. Now, there was a possible explanation. With some reluctance I took off my shirt.

And the vest.

There was no need to. My little lumps were clear to be seen, outlined in my white cotton vest. Do I have to? I felt really embarrassed.

Yes. I want to see your nipples, Jess demanded authoritatively.

I hesitated. Jess looked me straight in the eyes. Hers were as blue as a cloudless sky on a sunny day. Her golden hair was braided into two cheeky pigtails tied at the end with two small red ribbons. She would pass as a Scandinavian.

Come on Colin, don't be shy. I'll show you my chest before I go if you would like me to.

The absurdity of that comment made me smile, and not so unwillingly. I removed my vest, pulling it off over my head.

That's better, isn't it? Jess said as a statement rather than a question. Now, let's see the damage so far. She looked me hard and grinned. I gave her a small smile back. She put a hand on each shallow breast and trapped both nipples between finger and thumb, one after the other. Look at these Colin. Aren't they beautiful? You can't say there haven't been any changes.

I did look carefully at both nipples. First one and then the other. She seemed to be correct. I was growing breasts and my nipples were changing shape and size, becoming more feminine, perhaps. If what Jess said was correct, this was just a start.

I just love these early days of transformation with all the doubts and concerns of our subjects, just like you. It must be something akin to deflowering a virgin. For me not you. Your pleasures with come later and last forever. You see if they don't.

I did feel some of my tension drain out of me.

Right, your pants off next.

My trousers?

Yes, your trousers and anything else you’re wearing. Better take your shoes and socks off first don't you think?

I slipped out of my shoes and removed my socks, and then stopped, What the fucking hell was I doing? At this rate I was going to be naked in front of this woman who was no more than a complete stranger to me. No, I said, this is a bit one sided. Goodness knows what you're up to."

So, if I take off my jacket, blouse and bra would you be happier?

Let me see you do it? I didn't think she would.

I would rather do this to the music of The Stripper, but you'll just have to use your imagination. She may not have had the musical accompaniment, but she had all the appropriate actions. Sexily she removed her jacket and started on the buttons of her blouse, one by one. It was as though she had chosen that garment to wear for that very reason. Hands behind her back, breast thrusting out in the process, she made an expert job of releasing the fasteners at the back of her white, flowery bra. I could hardly fail to see she had large and firm breasts even before she lowered the garment, which she performed without a shade of embarrassment. Smiling at me, looking me straight in the eyes, she let the loose cups hang over her breasts tantalisingly until she released the straps from her shoulders and the garment fell away.

Phew. She was beautiful. Breasts so firm and nipples almost baby pink, and still not a touch of embarrassment. She knew she was gorgeous and that alone made her more beautiful in my eyes. I stepped forward automatically, wanting to touch her. She laughed and backed away. Not yet. You have to be a good boy first.

Did that mean what I think it means? I kept that question to myself. You're beautiful, was all I could say.

You haven't seen nothing yet, she said coquettishly. Now, off with you strides Colin. Keep your end of the deal.

"I unzipped and dropped my trousers. I felt as brazen as Jess had demonstrated herself to be. My underpants followed and my cock, now free, pointed at Jess accusingly. She took my penis in one hand and slipped the other under my balls inquisitively. Her examination was more of a clinical nature than an erotic one. Nevertheless, my cock was straining hard to pack as much blood into is length as was possible.

We're just in time, sweetheart, she said.

Just in time? What was that about?

You're on the cusp.

The cusp?

The medicine is very powerful. Another few days and an erection this strong will be a thing of the past. And you must know already that your balls are shrinking. If you want to make babies with anyone you need to fuck in the next day or two before you become infertile. You may be already though. I've a testing kit in my bag if you want to know for sure.

You mean, that you, your company, has sterilised me without my permission? I howled in abject horror.

Now, don't let's start that up again. You signed up for this on-line over a month ago. We have the proof.

This was a bad dream, a nightmare. Soon I would wake up in a pool of sweat and all will be back the way it had been. How could I prove that to myself? Please tell me this is a huge prank organised by my friends as an early birthday joke. It's gone far enough. I am getting really frightened, Jessica. Please stop this now.

It's no joke darling. I'm going to let you make love to me before I go, but I'll be back soon enough and take care of you right through the processing of your body.

The processing of my body?

We have to get rid of all that nasty male bodily hair. We have a process of dilapidation that will get rid of it forever, except you blonde curls that is. No more shaving for you, my girl.

My girl? What do you mean by that?

It's your choice sweetheart whether you decide to be a girl without a cunt or a boy without a prick. I'd go for the pink panty option if it were me.

What do you mean by that? I found myself repeating the question.

Become a sissy darling.

What's a sissy?

All in good time sweetheart. I do hope you choose to become one of us girls though. We will also need to do some work on your bum and your waist - all in good time.

I do feel awkward standing here naked whilst you are half dressed. Give me my underpants back and save my modesty Jess.

Oh, no, darling. That's not the way it's going to happen. She reached to the waistband of her skirt behind her back, dropped the zipper and deftly released a button or two. Her skirt fell to the floor revealing a pair of pink panties just like the ones she had gifted to me.

No tights? I asked, a little embarrassed.

I am sure you had worked that out already, Colin. My legs are lovely and brown as you can see. You can run your hands up and down them if you like.

Her words gave me a shiver of excitement, more like a thrill really. Now Colin, it's my intention to let you fuck me. Upstairs on your bed or on the sofa here? Your call.

I took a step forward and the rampant part of me prodded Jess in her stomach. She giggled excitedly. I do like this part of the pitch.

Her words hit me, reminding me this was nothing special for her. I was just another customer to be seduced and contribute to her bonus at the end of the month. Fuck, who cares?

She knelt and licked the tip of my penis to taste ant pre-cum. She then expertly pulled my foreskin right back and popped the almost purple head into her mouth. Without any warning to either of us I exploded. I couldn't help myself. I dearly wanted to last for a long, long time. Jess did her best to swallow as much of my spunk as she could, but the volume and the velocity defeated her and she drooled semen from both corners of her lips, with some running down her cheeks to fall on her wonderful breasts.

Cheekily, when I was thoroughly spent, she stood up and shared the last of my jizm with me by sticking a cum laden tongue right into my mouth in the sexiest French kiss, up to that point, I had ever enjoyed in my life. Was I then to realise it was the precursor of things to come?

Job done, she moved back and put both hands round my neck and looked me straight in the eyes. That wasn't meant to happen - not what the script says. It means I shall have to stay until you have recovered enough to fuck me properly.

Shocked or delighted? Take your pick. I really didn't know what to think. The script? You're joking?

Not really, she admitted coquettishly. I am supposed to fuck you, or let you fuck me, so as to make, what might be your last fuck as a full man, as memorable as possible.

That's actually an instruction on paper?

Yes, it's in black and white in the handbook.

Strewth, I muttered.

So, I'll have to hang around until you've recovered enough to fuck me properly.

I'm awfully sorry about that, I said with feigned sarcasm.

No, no, it's a bonus for me as far as I am concerned. You weren't planning anything special for this evening I hope?

This is special, I muttered.

Sweet boy. She chucked again. I shall be saying sweet girl soon.

You what?

I know by the taste of you. Full of female hormones. The special medicine is working on you. You're doing just fine.

Again, that feeling in the pit of my stomach? Was it excitement or trepidation? If I pinched myself, will I wake up? Hadn't I asked something similar before?

This is dead real. You'll soon relish being a little slutty girl. You'll see. Now, come on l, lead the way to your bed and drag me up there and have your wicked way with me.

Was ever there such an offer in my life before?

Incongruously, naked except for her handbag, Jess led the way up the stairs first, so as my face was level with her tidy, wriggling bottom as I followed her up. It was a technique, if that was what it was, that certainly worked. As we rose, I could feel myself rising. I was definitely interested as we deposited ourselves on the bed. I was arranged in order to have my mouth next to a plump nipple, and I obliged with full commitment. I remember thinking how glad I was to have changed the sheets the day before.

After a while Jess shuffled herself in order to transfer my lips from one nipple to the other. I carried on with my enthusiastic sucking. Another shuffle and Jess had my cock in her mouth and, yet another and we were sixty-nine. Was I in seventh heaven? I licked and sucked and snuffled and Jess leaked all over my face, into my hair, everywhere. A message transferred to Jess through my cock that she had better get a move on or her intensions would be thwarted again. She witched herself round, lay on her back next to me and whispered urgently, fuck me now.

I climbed on her, slipped in her and she licked some of her vaginal juices off my face. She was wet and slippery inside and an easy fit. Perhaps my size was already diminishing as Jess had predicted - or I was dealing with a well-fucked cunt. Possibly something of both. I couldn't have cared less at that moment. Sadly, I spunked into her far too soon. I had absolutely no choice; the lady was in the top drawer as far as erotic coupling went.

I heard her give a sigh of satisfaction. Sexual or 'job well done'? You tell me. She allowed me time to enjoy, recover, and then reflect. She reached over and kissed me tenderly on the lips. I must go Honey.

Not to another client I hope? I said rather unkindly. I regretted saying so immediately.

No, I'm going to be late back for my babysitter. And my husband will want some supper.

I deserved that jolt of reality.

Back in the living room, Jess was fully dressed and ready to leave. She had me wear a track suit with just a pair of pink panties underneath. Not one of the three new pairs she had given me, but the soiled pair she had been wearing when she arrived. She had watched me swallow my medication for the following week like a nurse would her patient. I had been like a lamb; aiding and abetting Jess in her quest for my feminisation.

I shall be back here same time next week, she smiled with an air of triumph. Panties from now on. I'll bring some more with me, but you should think about buying your own. You'll need a bra soon and some sexy lingerie too. I would also recommend you toss yourself off whilst you can still get a hard on. 'Bye darling.

YOU NEED TO BE GAY TO WORK HERE

PART ONE

The receptionist watched me approach her desk as I walked across the posh foyer. She was more feminine than femininity itself. I could see that her professionalism was such that she was weighing me up at every step. As I arrived at her desk, she gave me the welcoming smile she had mastered to perfection and made me feel more gauche than ever.

Good morning, Sir, can I help you?

I've come about the job you're advertising for a male entertainer. I just about managed to say in one straight sentence: my nervousness shortening my breath.

She had looked me up and down already of course. It seemed that my verbal, short as it were, was enough to confirm her first impressions. She bestowed on me a sweet cherry-red smile and whispered confidentially, I'm sorry Sir, you need to be gay to work for our organisation. And that job advert is nearly three weeks' old.

True, I was a little dishevelled in a sort of classical way. My tweed jacket and cavalry twill trousers were of the best quality, but even I would have to admit they were veering towards being shabby. My all-leather brogues had been re-soled twice to my knowledge but were very expensive in their day too. Nothing physical about me could be described as 'sharp' or 'snappy'. Of that I would have to agree. Relying on purchasing clothes from charity shops was always going to be somewhat of a handicap. But I would pitch my brain, my mind, my intellect, against anyone else of my generation.

To this day I really don't know what came over me. Normally I am quite rational and calm; willing to turn the other cheek and avoid confrontation. I was content to be in my own skin - not feeling as though I had something to prove to myself or anyone else. Yet that young woman, perhaps because she was so beautiful, so self-assured. set off a series of negative firecrackers inside my brain.

My blue eyes held her blue eyes in a stony stare. But I am gay. I had learned to lie convincingly from a very early age.

Her eyes betrayed her disbelief. Her deeply ingrained professionalism took over. I am most terribly sorry, Sir.  How very unprofessional of me. My words just slipped out. I do hope you'll forgive me?

Putting her down was a lot easier that I thought it would be and, virtually straight away, I felt a wave of guilt at being so churlish. I gave her a weak smile and a nod of the head and turned, intending to leave the building. I did have a couple of other job vacancies I intended to pursue.

Just a minute, Sir, please don't go, I heard the girl call behind me earnestly.

I should have ignored her and made determinedly for the swing doors and back into the street. Perhaps I might have made a half turn and awarded her a friendly wave of farewell; no offence taken. To this very day I don't know what made me turn completely and give her my full and expectant attention.

She smiled at me. Not a put-on smile but one with some warmth; glad no doubt to be allowed a second chance. Can I have your name please? Just your first name will suffice.

I plucked one out of the air. Francis. I mentally patted myself for my quick wittedness in selecting a homophone.

Spelt with an 'i' or an 'e'?

I was impressed. The girl was quick on the uptake. Whatever I said, cheerfully.

It's 'i' for a boy and 'e' for a girl. I'll write down 'e', it might give you an edge if you get to the interview stage. I'll need to ask you some questions if you are to progress?

That O.K. by me. Ask away.

My name’s Ann, without the 'e'. Just so you know. Where did you hear about the position we are offering?

I told the truth. By word of mouth. A friend put your advert under my nose.

Ann frowned. That's not supposed to have happened.

What do you mean Ann?

The job was advertised through just six specially picked gay clubs throughout the country. The club's management were supposed to recommend any of their members who filled our strict qualification criteria.

Does that mean you're going to discard me without even testing my qualifications? I asked pseudo mournfully.

I should do, said Ann. sympathy written over her face.

I might be just what you are looking for, I suggested. You might be missing a real opportunity here. I stopped short of begging.

Ann considered that possibility. He might have a point there. If he wasn't suitable the first practical test would be bound to find him out. It might be amusing to watch him flounder. It would teach him a lesson not to be so pushy in the future. A lesson he is never likely to forget. Are you a top or a bottom?

I wasn't at all sure what that meant. I had an inkling as to what it could be. I couldn't admit ignorance as it was obviously a gay term in everyday use. Saying 'both' or 'either' also was a bit of a cop out. I prefer bottom seemed the least risky."

Good, said Ann. Did your connection tell you that?"

My connection?

"The one who told you about the vacancy? asked Ann, turning the question around.

He was just a guy I met in a bar, hoping she wouldn't ask me to name the bar. I hadn't been inside a gay club or bar in my whole life. I hadn't been in a brothel either come to that.

How old are you, Francis?

Twenty-five.

And how long have you known you are gay?

That was another tricky one. Were they looking for experience of relative innocence. I came up with, Not long.

How long?

Long enough.

The perplexity Ann felt showed on her face. She brushed it away. Gay men were notoriously evasive - as a form of self-protection. Getting a straight answer was often virtually impossible.

You're not in a relationship and happy to be away from home for long periods?

Yes, to both questions." I was intrigued as to what 'being away from home' entailed.

Being a male escort on one of our cruise ships can be very demanding and needs the right temperament and skills. Our clients vary in age, size, ethnicity and sexual preferences. Do you think you can handle that?

I'm sure I can, I confirmed with some growing anxiety as to what I was getting myself into.

And perhaps be away for three months at a time? Of course, you'll have some free time, as and when.

So that was it. An escort on a cruise ship. Forgetting it would be male on male. I could hardly believe my possible good fortune. Such a job would massage my wanderlust nature. I didn't give any of the other considerations a second thought. I am positive I can make a good job of it. A pretty lame answer but my body language was mirroring my enthusiasm.

And cross-dressing? You O.K. with that?

Of course. Love it, I lied. After all, there's nothing to it is there? I'd secretly dressed up in my Mum's clothes as a boy.

Are you wearing pink, frilly panties now? Ann asked with an impish grin and a twinkle in her blue eyes."

If I said 'yes' she might ask to see them. It had to be a negative. Sadly not.

Shame. I would have liked to have seen you in them.

Maybe next time?

Oh Francis, you have all the answers. We'll put you through the qualifying test right now. If you pass you might well be able to show off your panties to me on another day. The watch she was wearing on the wrist of her left hand was not a timepiece alone. She held it up to her mouth, her right hand followed, and she spoke to it. Send Paula up to Reception and prepare the test room, please.

So, I'm getting past the gatekeeper? I smiled.

The gatekeeper? Then the penny dropped. Me, you mean?

I nodded. Yes.

This is very unorthodox, and I am veering from the rule book, Francis. You are also the most unlikely looking gay escort, but we could do something about that if you have the basic necessities.

Basic necessities ...? I interrupted.

Ann frowned a touch of irritation. A big enough prick for a start, she said, deliberately crudely. You'll be doing well if you can pass the qualifier let alone the further test beyond that. Ah, here comes Paula now."

I turned expecting to find the approach of a woman. By the nature of his gate I would have put Paula down as a gay male any day of the week. I would have probably been embarrassed to be seen walking with him down a High Street. Perhaps 5'6" in his Cuban heels, his body shape was slight and his suit (male) sartorial. Ann introduced us and I could see at just a glance that my claim to be gay was not convincing Paula in the very least.

Ann must have picked up on that too. Meet Francis Paula. The man nodded in my direction but did not offer a hand. Take him to the Assessment Suite and set him up for a trial, please.

Paula turned on his left heel and started across the foyer. Ann indicated to me to follow him with a best of luck, Francis. The smile that accompanied those good wishes I would describe as 'wicked'.

I had to hurry myself in order to keep up with the little man. I was pretty certain this was deliberate on his part. We crossed the foyer to a door which, I found out later, had an iris intelligence unlocking mechanism. Down two corridors and a flight of stairs I was led into a windowless basement room containing a long bench and a row of clothes hooks. Take all your clothes off except your knickers, was the order from the little man. Arms folded he made it clear he was going to stand and watch.

Thank goodness I had put on a clean pair of boxers that morning. It was embarrassed enough anyway. Paula's eyes watched me assiduously, but emotionally and mentally I blanked him out. I had been in some tough situations in my twenty-five years. and I was not about to be bettered by a little squirt like Paula. Besides, I was in good shape and quite proud of my body. Being blonde and lightly hairy helped show off my Asian suntan.

Would you like to use the lavatory first? asked Paula with somewhat more civility.

I nodded and was shown through one of three doors. I was left alone to urinate and took the opportunity to indulge in a series of deep breaths. I did have some nervousness about what ordeal I was about to face, but I was determined not to show it.

I went back out to the cloakroom and then followed Paula through a second door. The adjoining room was brilliantly lit and its contents minimalistic. In the centre was the torso of a well-endowed male minus a head and lower legs. Lying on its back, thigh's open, its erect penis was in the alpha position to receive a blowjob. A padded, free-standing stool afforded the supplicant (me) to change positions and directions in order to perform a blow job.

I knew that Paula was watching my reaction closely and with fake coolness I walk straight up to the model and squeezed the penis. It was soft and tactile enough to imitate the real thing. Of course, I had only the experience of touching my own penis to go by. Right then it was probably just a couple of inches long and hiding in its wrinkled foreskin. I glanced round and noticed several cameras in the ceiling and some wiring attached to the torso. I guess what I had before me was one very specialist and advanced piece of equipment.

You want to watch me giving head? I said to Paula in a measured voice.

I'll give you a tip. Imagining it's the real thing will help you. You'll need to do an excellent job on it to have any chance of passing this test. Get into position and I'll start it up, instructed Paula briskly.

I squatted down, made myself comfortable and placed my lips on the penis's head. It felt soft and warm - like I imagined the real thing to be. I started with a cheeky little kiss of bravado.

Why was I so confident? I have never been so intimate with a penis before. But like most of my generation I had watched countless professional cocksuckers of the female variety on porn channels. I reckon I could emulate most of their skills except perhaps, deep throating. In one hand I cradled the dummy's balls and the other I put round the prosthetic's base so I could line it with my mouth. The organ rapidly grew in length and substance just as any excited prick should. I went about giving the penis the works. I varied my speed, the strength of my suck, I licked and gently sucked the head squeezing the shaft, wanking it at the same time. All very gently at first but slowly building up in speed and adventure. I can honestly admit I forgot it wasn't the real thing. Disturbingly I was really enjoying the experience and my own cock was testament