She pulled up my long skirt and started rubbing my butt through my panty hose.  She pulled my panty hose down to my knees and had full access to my ass as I was wearing a pair of black thongs.  She bent me over and proceeded to kiss and lick my ass.  It felt soooo! good.  She told me to step out of my panty hose.  I did so very quickly, wanting to continue feeling her toungue.  As I bent over, she didn't back up so I kept bumping back into my surprise. By now my pussy was getting very wet with excitement.

After I had taken off my panty hose, I tried to turn around, but she told me to "stay like you are."  I didn't put up a fight as she bent me back over and continued to lick my ass like it has never been licked before.  With my panty hose off, I was able spread my legs more.  She just licked and moaned.  She asked me if I liked her tongue.  In total bliss I managed to say "yes" that I loved it and wanted more.  Her tongue felt wonderful.  She told me she was getting me ready for my surprise.  I spread my legs a little more.  As she was licking, I could feel her moving and noticed her short skirt drop to the floor and noticed those beautiful and long knock out legs of hers.  She stood up behind me again and I could feel something long and hard rubbing against my ass.  All the while thinking it was a big strap on cock, my pussing quivered with anticipation.  She asked me if I was ready.  With just a whisper I said "yes."  As I spread my legs and bent over, that long hard thing plunged right into my now very, very wet pussy.  It felt so good and she knew just how to work it in.  She asked me if I liked it.  I responded by pressing back and moving with her.  I told her I was coming, the first of many.  She worked deeper and deeper into my pussy.  Before I know it, I was coming again.  She told me how she had dreamt about this moment and how good my pussy felt.  As I was about to tell her I was coming again, she told me she was coming.  All I felt was something very warm as she went as deep as she could, while I was having my own orgasm.  We were both working in a frenzy trying to get as much of each other as we could.  As I finished, I fell limp over the counter with our juices running down my legs and as she finished, she fell limp over my back.  She told me how wonderful it felt and that it was as good as she imaged.  Before long we both got our breath and I felt her rubbing our juices from between my legs all over my ass.  It felt so good as she proceeded to bend over and lick my ass.  She told me that she loved to lick asses and that she will be licking mines from now on.  I didn't object in the least.  It felt too good.  She also told me that she couldn't wait for me to lick our juices off of her cock.  Still oblivious to what she was saying, I couldn't wait to suck on the dildo that had just given me so much pleasure. 

After a few minutes  of licking, she turned me around very quick and kissed me very passionately.  The combination of her very talented tongue, mixed with our juices and saliva was very intoxicating.  This was the first time that we had been face to face.  After a minute or so of kissing, she pulled away and told me she wanted to feel my mouth.  With that she put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me down to the floor in front of the most beautiful and biggest cock I had ever seen.  I wasted no time putting her in my mouth.  I thought no more about a dildo, I just wanted to pleasure her with my mouth like she pleasured me.  As I was sucking on her, I looked up right into her eyes and she gave me a smile and a wink.  I knew that from then on this would be my favorite position, second to have her deep inside of me.  

As I sucked, all I wanted was her cum in my mouth.  I wanted to feel that warm, hot cum that had filled my pussy.  I licked and sucked like my life depended on it.  She just lay backwards limp on the counter.  I loved everything about her cock and I wanted her to know it.  After a few minutes of intense sucking and her talking dirty to me about what a good time we were going to have with each other, she told me she was coming.   She came very hard with cum spilling out of my mouth and down my chin.  It felt warm, hot and good.  When she finished, I just continued to lick.  She had her eyes closed and was still enjoying my tongue.  After a minute, she lifted me up and kissed me with my mouth still full of her cum.  We kissed like only two women could kiss.  While kissing me, she was also hugging me.  She pulled away from kissing me and whispered in my ear that she wanted some more of me.  That she wanted to lick my pussy like it has never been licked before.  I got hot all over again.

We got dressed and hurried up and finished closing the store.  We went to her apartment where we made love and talked almost all night.  I have become a shemale slut and I love it.  Big cock and big breasts, who could ask for more.

 

I puffed on my cigar making more smoke than was necessary hoping she would move away.  She was hot but I was in no mood for another high maintenance bitch to drain my pockets.  I watched her from the side of my eye and saw her reach into her bag and draw out a cigarette.  Of course she couldn’t find a match and turned to me, cigarette dangling between her fingers.

 

“Pardon me, do you have a light?” she asked in a pleasingly husky voice.

 

I had to oblige her no matter how hard I tried I just couldn’t be completely anti-social.  “Sure,” I said and flicked my lighter to life.  She softly cupped my hand with her long fingers taking the opportunity to look me straight in the eyes.  She had big green eyes and full red lips that looked like they were made to wrap themselves around a cock. 

 

“Thank you,” she said slowly sliding her long nails off of my hand sending an electric charge straight to my cock.  It twitched and I think I unknowingly winced.  She smiled looking down at my crotch.  I turned around to face the bar again and tried to ignore her, but she wasn’t going to make it that easy for me. 

 

She turned in her seat to face me and said, “Excuse me, I know this sounds like a line, but what kind of a cigar is that?  I’m a novice cigar smoker and am trying to learn about different cigars.  That one smells great,” she said smiling with those sexy green eyes. 

 

I sighed inside not wanting to insult her and ruin her self image, I’m sure she thought she could have any man she wanted, he would have to prove her wrong.  “This is a Cohiba, made in the Dominican Republic.  It had been one of Cuba’s best cigars before Castro and the trade embargo.” 

 

She seemed impressed with my knowledge.  “You don’t happen to have another one would you?” she asked raising her eyebrows.  “I’d pay for it, really.  I’m not high maintenance . . . at least not with money,” she said giggling.

 

I looked at her incredulously and said, “No. I don’t have another, sorry.”

 

“What about your cigar?  Can I suck on it?” she asked parting her lips slightly.

 

“I don’t think so, dear.  I never share my cigar with anyone,” I couldn’t believe her nerve.

 

“I didn’t mean that cigar silly,” she said smiling with a wink and pursed lips.

 

I nearly choked on my smoke and couldn’t believe it.  Just when I wanted to be left alone, here comes this hot black chick wanting to suck my cigar and I don’t mean cigar.  My cock, which had a mind of its own sprang to life at the offer . . .  traitor. 

 

She glanced down at my crotch again and must have noticed the traitor springing to life.  Her hand snaked out and grabbed hold of the traitor and gave him a squeeze.  He liked that and grew a little more under the urging of her fingers. 

 

“Ooohh, your eyes say no, but your body says yes,” she said not letting go of my growing cock. 

 

I looked around the bar to see if anyone had noticed, to my surprise no one was paying any attention to us.  I quickly closed my legs and her hand left my crotch, her smile even larger than before.  It had been some time since I had sex and my cock kept growing until it was as hard as I could ever remember it being.  I tried to hide the fact but she wouldn’t take her eyes off of my crotch.

 

“Would you stop looking at my crotch, please,” I asked looking around the bar again.

 

She picked her eyes up and looked at me with those green eyes and pouted.  “I’m sorry honey, it just looks so yummy.  Won’t you let me play with it for a while?  You don’t have to do anything but let me suck that hot white cock until it explodes in my mouth,” a hot breath escaped her lips and fell on my neck. 

 

My cock was not going to cooperate.  That just made it harder if that was possible.  I looked at her and said to myself, ‘What the fuck.  I could go for a blowjob.’  I placed a thumb on my nuts and pressed down until pain shot through them.  My hardon soon subsided and I felt back in control of myself.  “Your place or mine, sugar lips,” I asked stupidly.

 

“Oh baby, we don’t have to go anywhere except to a john stall.”

 

My eyes widened but I was up to it.  A quick BJ and I was back at the bar with my Cohiba.  “Okay,” I said, “you gonna meet me in the men’s john?” I asked.

 

“Sure baby. I’ll be right behind you.  Be ready for me,” she said.

 

I got up and walked quickly to the men’s room before my cock got hard again.  I went to the last stall and undid my pants and let my zipper down.  I waited for what seemed like an hour when I heard the door open.  I strained my ears to hear if they were a woman’s heels clicking on the floor.  The click clack of spiked heels echoed off the walls of the empty bathroom, slowly becoming louder as they approached my stall.  My cock was standing at attention ready for a good suck.  The heels stopped in front of my stall and the door creaked open slowly, revealing the tall, leggy dark woman.  She stepped into the stall and locked the door behind her.  She pressed her tits up against me and kissed me deeply, her tongue flicking into my mouth like a snake, twirling around my own tongue and then sucking on it like a slippery cock driving me wild. 

 

We separated tongues and she reached down for my cock.  She stroked it expertly and then shoved my pants down to the floor.  She spun me around and sat on the commode so that my eight inch cock was directly in front of her face.  She took a long look and kissed the head lightly looking up at me from under my stiff prick.  “Ready?” she asked and slipped the head into her warm mouth not waiting for an answer.  She sucked hard and my cock seemed to be swallowed up inch by inch until it could go no further.  Her tongue flicked out licking my nuts at the same time her throat was stuffed with my eight inches of hard cock.  I nearly blew my load as she pulled back, all the time maintaining full suction.  My cock popped out of her mouth echoing off the walls of the empty bathroom.  I panted hard trying to hold back ejaculating right then and there. 

 

She looked up at me with those green eyes and smiled, “Like that?” she asked and grabbed the base of my cock and stuck the head back in her mouth.  Her tongue swirled around the head over and under while her hand stroked the full length of my cock.  I reached down and held her shoulders trying to push her back and let my cock breath.  She would have none of it, instead she sucked and stroked harder and faster until I couldn’t hold it back any further.  Without warning my load roared up the shaft and filled her mouth with warm creamy cum.  She swallowed as fast she could but some cum escaped her mouth and drizzled down the side of her mouth hanging at the edge of her chin.  I kept shooting spurt after spurt into her throat until I finally had no more to give.  She kept sucking up every drop I had to give.  What a greedy little bitch I thought and scooped up the string of cum dangling from her chin.  I held it above her head hanging from the end of my finger.  She reached out with her tongue and licked it off of my finger and then stuck my finger in her mouth making sure she didn’t miss any.

 

My cock was still hard and ready for another round.  She smiled and kissed my cock and looked up at me.  “Mind if I take care of myself real quick?  That got me so hot I just have to cum at least once,” she said rubbing her crotch. 

 

I was feeling greedy and stroked my cock in front of her face, “No. Suck me off again, then you can cum.  I’ll even help you, okay.”

 

“Okay,” she said slyly and shoved my cock back into her hot mouth.  She kept shoving my cock down her throat, in and out, in and out, again and again.  Her tongue flicked out and lashed at the head every time my cock head came out of her throat.  I was speechless, I couldn’t even groan.  This was by far the best blow job I had ever had.  I felt my nuts boiling ready to let another load go, she could sense it too and squeezed my balls and rolled them between her fingers.  She placed my cock head in her mouth and sucked and licked it until my balls let loose another huge load into her mouth.  I could feel her flicking over my dick hole as my cum spurted out shot after shot.  My entire body spasmed in pleasure and a groan escaped my throat and hers as the final spurt left my cock.  No cum escaped her mouth this time and she swallowed with a sigh of satisfaction. 

 

My legs felt like spaghetti and I had to sit down or fall to the ground.  She pulled my shorts and pants up and spun me around so that I could sit on the john.  I sat back and gathered my breath.  She stood in front of with her crotch staring at me.  “My turn now, you promised you’d help,” she said pulling her panties down.  As she stood up I could see that this was no ordinary woman.  This was a man, a man with a big black dick.  She grabbed her cock and began to stroke it in front of my face.  I watched it grow longer and thicker and felt my own cock growing again.  I was aroused by watching her stroke that fat black cock.  It grew to a nice nine inches long and as fat as a banana.  She must have been pretty horny because a drop of pre-cum formed at the dick hole.  I found myself leaning over to lick the pre-cum off the tip of her dick.  She stopped stroking it as my tongue snaked out and grabbed the large drop.  It tasted salty sweet and I wanted more. 

 

“Suck it,” she whispered holding it up to my lips.  My mouth opened and she slid the fat cock past my lips and into my mouth.  My lips stretched wide to accommodate the fat piece of head meat and I sucked the shaft in as far as I could.  I didn’t even think about it I just sucked it and reached my hand up to lightly squeeze her big nut sack.  She moaned as I rolled her nuts around with my fingers and said, “Squeeze harder.”  I did as she asked releasing a deep moan from her throat.  She grabbed the back of my head and began to pump her cock into my mouth.  I tried to take as much of her cock into my mouth as I could without gagging.  My own dick had come back to life demanding some attention.  He would have to wait, I was having too much fun at the time. 

 

She pumped faster and faster her cock head hitting the back of my throat.  I could feel her nuts tighten up in my hand and prepared for her load.  I wanted to taste it and swallow as much as I could.  She stopped pumping and I felt the cum rumble up through the long cock shaft until it finally exploded in my mouth filling it quickly.  I tried to savor the salty sweet flavor of her cum but had to start swallowing or I would lose some to the floor and I wanted it all.  It didn’t seem to stop, it just kept cumming and cumming.  Finally the cum stopped and her cock trembled and softened in my mouth I didn’t want to let it go.  She gently took it out of my mouth and pulled up her panties, stuffing her cock into the tiny panties. 

 

I sat on the john with my dick sticking straight up into the air.  She looked down at it smiled.  “You’re on your own with that one, honey.  I’ve got to go,” she said and turned to leave.

 

“Wait,” I said, “can I see you again?”

 

“If we see each other again, we’ll see each other.  Okay?” she said and left the stall.

 

I just sat there for a while and thought about what had just happened.  I had sucked my first cock and ate my first load of cum and I liked it.

 

END

 

 

   There was supposed to be a six month waiting list for new customers but i was told there was an opening if i got make it in two days time, so i jumped at it. Two days later i was sitting in the waiting room feeling horny, thinking of the doctor who would be staring and touching my body.I was called into the operation room told to strip naked and get on the table.

" The doctor is running late but  she should be here soon" Said the receptionist. She? i thought  i don't want a woman looking at my wonderfful body. I want to get a person horny with my body not jealous, but im getting my boobs so i don't care. I took my clothes off and got on the table, it was freezing my nipples stiffened straight away i grabbed my boobs and my hand moved in between my legs. I was fingering my pussy so fast knowing that any second the doc could walk in, i was so horny and started to cum iwas riding against my fingers feeling so good when the door opened and in walked the doctor catching me masturbate i was so embarest i felt that her eyes delighted in watching me orgasm. When i regained my posture she asked if i was ready and i gave a quick and sharp " Yes of course" and about twenty minutes later i was given enough drugs and felt myself fall into unconsiousness.

 I woke up after what seemed like the longest sleep ever. I was wearing one of those hospital gowns that are open at the back, I held one of my new boobs in my hand and it felt perfect, i grabbed the other breast and it felt the same i slide the gown off my shoulders and stared. They were wonderful they looked and felt so real there wasn't any scaring, in fact you could look as close as you could and there wouldn't be any sign of a boob job. I just could leave my new boobs alone, squeeing them rubbing them playing with my errect nipples it was making me so horny, i was really really hot and horny and i could feel my huge cock getting hard.

    I froze hands still all over my breasts. It must be the drugs they gave me, i cant't really be feeling what im feeling. I conviced myself to lower my hand and touch my pussy. My hand rubbed against the base of huge hard monster cock.

" oh no oh  no oh no" i repeated over and over. The gown dropped to the floor to expose my 12 inch wonder cock. Tears where rolling down my face as i sobbed like a child " My pussy my pussy what did they do?" my voice was so shocked that it was like a whisper " What the fuck happened to my pussy!!!" I screamed as i found my voice. The door opened and my doctor walked in.

" Those breasts look wonderful don't they Heather but that cock is most probaly the best work ive ever done."

" Why? I didn't ask for this." I whined.

" Yes honey you did. You've been asking for it for quite sometime now. Everybody knows you are a spoiled little bitch."

" But ive done nothing to you" I pleaded

" You where right all those years ago Heather, i was well still am gay but you made it sound so bad."

" What? oh my god Claire!" how did i miss her "look im sorry im so sorry but you cant do this to me." She stood  by my side let her hands brush my boobs as it moved down and grabbed hold of my new cock. I gasped with pleasure, it felt so good, she moved her hand back and forth.

" i can do this you don't have a say." She started to pump hard " Tell me that doesn't feel good, tell me and i will stop" I tried to tell her that i hated it but it felt so good my lips just wouldn't move. My new penis sprayed the floor with hot cum as i heard myself scream in delight and i dropped to my knee's. " Well you looked like you enjoyed that" She laughed.

" Please i'll do whatever you want just put me back." i begged i even held her leg as i pleaded.

"No, you deserve this"

" Fine if your not going to do it ill find someone who will" I stood up grabbing my clothes and put my hand on the door to leave.

" Nobody can baby they wouldn't know how, my methods are far to advanced for just any one to do." She let her scrubs slide off from her frame and just with the site of her naked body my cock stood errect again. " I did'nt know you liked women, i take that silence to mean yes." she laughed at me " Because you look so sad and pathetic i will make you a deal."

" Yes yes anything i'll do anything" I grabbed her arm  " what evr you say"

" I want you to fuck me"  she said taking my errection in her hand. " And if you can tell me with all honesty that it wasn't the besy ever then i will take my work back from you but if you can't then you stay attached to my work of art."

" yes ok " i said with my head bowed humiliated knowing i had no choice. I was pushed back onto the table  as she climbed onto of me. I almost came straight away as her pussy lips rapped around my hard member. She rotated her hips around as she moved up and down, i whimpered as her hands grabbed my boobs and squeezed. " oh fuck yes" the words slipped out, i tried to think of as many unsexy things as i could to take mt mind away from the mind blowing fuck that Claire was giving me, it didn't work " fuck me yes"  i begged

" Your a dirty whore aren't you , a filthy dirty slut." her hand slapped against my boobs  as she moved to a higher tempo in her thrusting. " You're gonna cum for me, i want to hear you cum." and on her command i did.

" Yes yes please Claire fuck me please make me cum." i was screaming with such delight even though i was trying not to sound like i was enjoying it so much.

" Tell me" she said as she stopped in the middle of my orgasm." tell me how good it is."

" Its so good Claire it the best ever." oh no i didn't . She lifted herself off of me smiling and laughing to herself."Make me come please" i begged

" Finish yourself baby, you gonna have to get used to that thing now" She walked out of the room leaving me alone crying a river of tears as i started wanking my own cock.

" I want my pussy back" i sobbed as i came spraying my face and hair with my warm spunk, as i sat there soaking in my own cum i knew Claire had more in store for me.
 

Maia met them at her front door, "There's no problem, it was a small accident in the oven." The firemen acknowledged, but pushed past her, explaining that they had to inspect anyway. Once satisfied that there was no fire, the firemen began to leave Maia's apartment. One stayed behind to talk with her about fire safety. He explained he would call the on-duty supervisor for transport back to the fire station after he was done.

Maia was understandably embarrassed. She realized she had been scantily clad and that the fireman's eyes kept wandering up and down. Was he checking her out?  Maia wasn't a great cook but she could read men very well. She shot a flirtatious glance at him. He looked her up and down again, fixing his gaze on her shapely bare legs., Trying to remain professional, the fireman began, "Ma'am I have to do a safety inspection of your home." he introduced himself as Jim, a battalion chief. He was sexy, about 6'1" with a mustache, wavy blonde hair, broad shoulders and it was obvious he was well built. As Jim spoke, his eyes continued to roam over her body.

Maia said "I'm glad you came here to help me. I wish there was some way I could thank you." Jim didn't miss that opportunity and moved in closer. Their eyes met. Jim stammered "Thank you ma'am". She noticed the bulge in his pants getting bigger. Maia knew this was her chance. She was excited about the idea of being with a fireman. She respected them so much, and besides they are so sexy! She wasn't sure how he would react if he found out she was a shemale, so she decided to see if he wanted a blowjob.

Maia moved her hand to his pants and as expertly began unzipping his fly. Fireman Jim was rock hard! Maia almost melted when she touched that big cock. She began stroking it when Jim picked her up and laid down on the couch with her. He was really worked up and his hands were all over the place. They fell to the floor, wrapped around each other.

Jim's hands traced the contours of her body, over her small but shapely breasts, down her tummy, toward her crotch! Oh my god! Jim was a strong man, gentle but aggressive. Maia couldn't stop him. His hand rubbed against her dick, which was also getting hard. What the....! Jim backed off and said "What, are you a guy?" Maia, said, "I wanted to explain." Jim sat back, smiled and said, "Shit, you are gorgeous - I'm not gay or anything, but you're fucking beautiful. Lets just get on with it." Maia needed no further prompting. She dropped down to his rock hard dick and started sucking gently at first, running her tongue over the vein and nibbling softly on the head. Jim moaned with pleasure. "Goddamn, that's good." He whispered. She grinned and took his cock into her soft mouth, while grasping his balls in her hand. Maia then slid one finger gently up his ass hole. Jim jerked for a moment, then started enjoying the feeling of her finger in his ass as she sucked his dick. He slid further down, putting his hands on the back of Maia's head, to gently guide himself deeper into her throat. Maia fucked his ass with her finger as she bobbed up and down on his cock, faster and faster. Jim bucked his hips, pushing up as she slid down. He couldn't believe how good it felt to have her on his cock, and in his ass at the same time. He had never done anything like this before, but fuck, it felt good! She took him all the way in her mouth and shoved her finger deep up in his ass, all of a sudden Jim groaned loudly, excitedly, as he felt himself let go. Maia sucked and swallowed his cum, greedily gulping the salty jism, while her finger continued to slide in and out, in and out. Jim shot again and again, and Maia never got tired of it. She finished by licking his now flaccid cock clean. Jim was breathless and exhausted.

When they were done, Maia realized she didn't even care that Thanksgiving dinner was ruined. Jim said he was glad he stayed behind to do the safety inspection and that it was the best Thanksgiving ever for him. Jim left his phone number, kissed her goodbye, called for a ride and slipped out the door.

These days, whenever Maia hears a siren, she gets a tingling sensation between her legs. It was definitely a great experience!

   The show finally finished to rapturous applause, and even with the showgirls dissapeared from the stage I had to wait a few minutes as my erection slowly went down. Outside, the girls were at the bar, crowded by fans and guys buying them drinks and trying too pick them up. The blonde was greeted by the club manager and gave him a long and passionate kiss, and I felt my cock stirring again and I felt a little jealous that she wasn't kissing me. They left, but the brunette and the asian stuck around for the rest of the night loving all the attention they had garnered. I watched them when I could, and they each caught me many times and gave me a sly smile, which only made my cock harder with more longing.Â

   After the club closed, I stuck around to have a drink with the other bouncers and the staff and we were joined by the two remaining showgirls. They came up one on each side of me.

   "Who is this handsome new man?" asked the brunette to my co-worker.

   He told her my name and she put her hand onto my shoulder and let it slide down, giving a slight squeeze to feel my arm muscles. Her Asian friend did the same to my other arm.

   "He is very big and strong," she said.

   The other bouncers told me they were Gina and Angela, and gave me a wink. I asked where their other member was, and Gina, the latin brunette, replied with a sigh that she was in the back office sucking her boyfriend Matt's cock. "Some girls get all the luck," she said.

   "I think," said Angela, "that we may need some security help in the back room."

   "Ooooh," cried Gina. "Can we borrow him?" Meaning me.Â

   Gina and Angela both took a hand and almost pulled me off my seat and dragged me towards the back room. Before I even knew what was happening they had me through the doorway and into the darkened room. I felt hands rubbing over my hard cock and a mouth found mine and I felt a soft tongue slide in and over mine. The mouth was replaced by another and it kissed me hard and desperately. My fly was quickly unzipped and hands entered my pants and fought for my cock. My cock was out of my pants and I felt two sets of fingers grip the shaft and rub it in unison. "We need some lights so we can see his beautiful cock,"said a voice, I didn't know whose.

   One of them left me and went back stage. I felt a different sensation now as I was enveloped by a hot wet mouth. The lights and some music came on and I looked down to see Gina kneeling before me with my stiff cock in her mouth. She smiled up at me as her lips slid slowly up my shaft then back down.

   "You dirty bitch!" cried Angela as she came back into the room, carrying a tube of lube.

   Gina took my cock out of her mouth and stoked it. "Come and join me," she said to her friend.

   Angela bent down and put a hand above Gina's and they slowly stroked me in unison. They smiled up at me. "Have you ever been with a tranny before?" asked Angela.

   "No," I answered.

   Angela licked the shaft of my cock all the way up to the head. "You like?"

   "Oh yeah," I gasped.

   Angela took my cock into her mouth and let it slide all the way down to the base. She looked at Gina as she sucked it up to the head, then passed it to Gina who sucked it down again. I couldn't believe it as I watched these two beauties taking turns on my cock. They giggled as their tongues met at the head of my cock and they both licked it together.

   They got up and pushed me back onto the stage and yanked my pants down to my ankles. Gina and Angela stood above me, looking beautiful and sexy in their corsets and fishnet stockings and high heels. "Which of us do you want to fuck first?" asked Gina. My mouth was open but I couldn't even try to answer. They looked at each other and giggled again. "You first," Gina said to her friend.

   Angela reached down and slid her panties off, a hard little cock springing up as she did so. Gina picked up the lube and squirted some onto my cock. It felt cold but warmed up quickly as she rubbed it over me. Angela stepped over me and slowly let herself down as Gina guided me inside her tight ass. I slipped in easily and disappeared inside her as she let herself all the way down. She was hot wonderful and hot inside. She gasped quickly as I entered her, then she braced her hands on my chest and slowly lifted herself up slightly, before I watched my shaft plunge back inside. Gina was on her knees next to us. She kissed me and rubbed her hands over my tensed stomach. Angela rose up and down, my cock sliding in and out of her ass. This felt better than any girl I had ever fucked. I looked up at Angela and pushed up and into her, entering her deeper, making her groan.

   "How is his cock up in your little ass?" asked Gina. Angela smiled, unable to speak as she let herself down again.

   Gina stood up and took off her panties, letting loose a large hard penis. I reached up and took it in my hand, felling it hot and hard yet soft and silky. "Oh yeah, baby," she cried as I rubbed it. "I'm gonna fuck you so good."

   Angela bounced up and down on top of me with increasing pace. I could feel my cock ready to burst inside of her. She stopped and lifted herself off of me and I slid out of her. "It's not time to cum yet," she informed me with a wicked smile.

   Gina stepped over me and let herself down onto my cock. She was tighter than Angela and I could feel her gripping the shaft of my cock each time she rose up and down on it. She kissed me hard as she rode me faster, her tongue swirling into my mouth. I could feel Angella rubbing my balls and felt a finger working into my ass. I looked up at Gina's beautiful face above me. Our tongues met again and flicked against each other. Angela's finger entered me and I felt it slide inside and wiggle about. I thrust up inside of Gina making her cry out. Angela fingered my ass and squeezed my balls. I looked to Gina's hard cock bouncing on my belly and began to stroke it, making her fuck me faster. I started to groan, getting ready to cum. "Don't cum yet," Gina told me. I tried to hold on, but Angela's finger probing my asshole as Gina's ass slid up and down my hard cock was almost too much to bear. Gina suddenly raised herself off me and my cock slipped out of her ass just before I came.

   She joined Angela down between my legs and slowly started to stroke me as she caught her breath. Angela pushed her finger inside me up to the nuckle. I looked down to the two transvestites on either side of my bursting cock. They were two of the classiest and sexiest looking creatures I had ever seen and I wanted so badly to cum all over them. "We're gonna make you cum so hard," Gina teased. Her tongue traced to the ridge of my cock head as she stroked me. She offered my cock to Angela who took it all inside her hot mouth. Gina began licking my balls as Angela sucked me back into her mouth. They swapped and Gina wrapped her lips around the shaft of my cock, her deep brown eyes looking into mine, her sensual face framed by her dark hair. Angela took me back into her mouth and then Gina. I couldn't take the pleasure any more and began to force my hips up into every rise and fall of their succulent cock-sucking mouths. They both looked into my eyes, knowing I was about to shoot. Gina's mouth gathered pace and she sucked me hungrily in and out of her moth. Angela finger-fucked my ass faster now. They looked up at me, wanting my cum. Gina's hot wet lips canoned up and down the shaft of my cock.

   "Oh shit!" I cried. Gina unmouthed me in time to receive the first shot of cum on her pretty face. Angela opened her mouth beside Gina's and caught the next ribbon of cum on the roof of her mouth. Gina stroked me frantically as my cock spurted again and again, harder than it ever had before. A shot gysered out and landed in a stream along Gina's face and up into her hair. I pumped my cum over their waiting faces. I finally stopped and almost collapsed in pleasure. Gina and Angela both laughed, licking the cum off my cock. I looked down at them both. They were so unbelievably sexy on their knees in their fine lingerie, their cocks hanging down between their legs, with streams of my cum on their adorable faces alongside my hard cock. Angela wiggled her finger in my ass as she opened her mouth and took my cock back inside , sucking a few times before giving it to Gina. Gina licked her soft tongue along it a few times before taking it into her mouth again, sucking it hard for the last drops of my cum. It felt so intense that I could have died fullfilled at that moment.

   When they had finally finished with my cock, they both giggled. I fell back in pleasure. They got up and turned to leave.

   "We'll see you next week, baby," Gina said as they walked out of the room, holding each other around the waist.

   I let my head down on the stage and tried to catch my breath, to go through what had just happened. I felt my cock begin to tingle again. Next week, I thought. I can't wait.

Part V

 

Carmel rushed into the cell, or as she called it, my 'workroom';

"Come on Michele, the night's only just begun! The waiting room is full of punters, and because you are the new girl, you're top of the menu!" she said, busily fussing around me and helping me to my feet.

I allowed myself to be pulled up off the bed, and stood in front of Carmel (who until today I had only known as Craig).

"Look what he did to me!" I cried; "Look what that disgusting man did to me!"

"Oh shut the fuck up," Carmel crowed. "You'll get worse and you'll get better Michele; that's the life of a working girl here in Chelmsford!" the crossdressed freak standing in front of me explained matter of factly.

"That's just it!" I cried.

"I'm not a girl! I'm not Michele; my name is Mike and I'm a businessman not a woman! And you are not Carmel; some kind of bawdyhouse Madam; as you like to pretend! You're Craig! A guy in a dress, pretending to be a girl! You're just a sad, pathetic, transvestite prostitute living in some made up dream world inside this prison!"

"I'm a big name outside!" I cried.

"A 'Face'! As you jailhouse scum are want to say! I have money, friends, influence" I cried.

Carmel laughed out loud and slapped me hard across the face. I felt the sting though my tears.

"No honey! You have it all wrong! You're inside Chelmsford prison honey and you are whatever Eddie want's you to be!"

"You're Michele! You're Eddie's property; and you have about five minutes to get ready because customers are waiting!"

"Now pay attention, you really are on your own after I clean you up; a girl's got to make her own living too you know, I can't spend all night showing you how to put on makeup and how to dress" Carmel sneered.

She led me back past the five other cells that made up this section of E block. Low light leaked through the bars of the other cells; red shaded bedside lamps had been lit. I saw other 'working girls'; transvestite prostitutes, putting the final touches to their makeup, adjusting the seams on their stockings, or arranging their wigs. They sat on their oversize cots that had been made up with satin sheets; bold colours, black, red, and blue were predominant. One or two of them looked up with their painted faces and smiled at me; but there was no sympathy in their smiles; they were the types of smile that predators gave their prey just before they pounced for the kill. Four of the cells were occupied by Eddie's 'girls', leaving my 'workroom' and the cell across the passageway vacant. It dawned on me as I clattered along on my impossibly high-heels that the vacant cell directly across from me must be Carmel's 'workroom'.

We arrived at the bathroom at the end of E block again and Carmel helped me undress and sat me down in front of the highly polished stainless steel mirror. I washed my face clean and stared at the makeup arranged on the shelf below the small sink.

Carmel said, "Ok Michele; you’ve done this enough times tonight with my help; it's time you went solo."

Carmel lit a menthol cigarette and sat down on a stool beside me, preening herself in the mirror. She made minor adjustments to her own makeup as she sat there and smoked.

It was amazing how much I had learned in such a small amount of time. I took a damp sponge and applied generous amounts of foundation to my face and neck finishing with a slightly lighter coloured powder to set my face. I rouged my cheeks, eventually getting the hang of how to accent my high feminine cheekbones. Carmel had to instruct me again how to apply the rouge after my first attempt made me look like some kind of circus clown with rosy red cheeks. I then applied liberal amounts of eyeshadow, eyeliner, and mascara with minimal assistance from Carmel.

"You're getting the hang of it honey, although you do look like a bit of a panda, but you will become very good at it soon," said Carmel laughing at my efforts with the mascara applicator.

"Besides, the punters like us heavily made-up, it's not like were supposed to be their wives or Moms," She laughed wickedly and applied another coat of mascara to her own heavily made-up eyes.

I finished with another light dusting of powder and applied two coats of plum red lipstick to my pouty lips. Putting on the lipstick I had discovered, was the easiest part. I applied a touch-up coat of bright red nail polish to my toenails and fingernails where they had been chipped. I checked myself out in the mirror with a self-satisfied smirk. Not bad for my first solo effort I thought.

"Wonderful Michele; you are getting the hang of it now," Carmel cooed like I was a good pupil who had learned her lessons well.

Then I took stock of the situation. I had been concentrating on applying my makeup and was amazingly, feeling a shimmer of pride in my efforts! What the fuck was wrong with me! I had also referred to myself as 'SHE' in a number of my thoughts and more disturbingly had subconsciously thought of: 'MY makeup!' 'MY clothes!' and 'MY shoes!' What the fuck was happening to me! Was I turning into some kind of willing participant in this sick, fucked world that Eddie had created inside this prison!

I bought myself back to reality by concentrating on the debauchery I had suffered over the last couple of hours. I had been sodomised and orally raped; my back passage was still sore from Eddie's invading penis. I could still taste the swampy, salty, taste of 'Iron Bar' Steve's secretions which he had deposited in my unwilling mouth; and my ribs and stomach muscles still ached from the pummelling I had received from Eddie during the evening.

I looked in the mirror again and saw what I really was; a small, insignificant male prisoner forced to wear makeup and jewellery. A parody of a woman! A man compelled to dress up in women's clothes so that sick, twisted prisoners could take their carnal pleasures and somehow justify to themselves they were not gay because they took their gratification from a man who is dressed as a woman.

Carmel helped me into a satin robe and then scooped all of the makeup off the shelf and into a small makeup case. She took the wigs with their stands and loaded them into my arms she grabbed my discarded clothing and shoved it with my high-heels into my arms on top of the wigs. Holding the makeup case in one hand she took my hand and started to drag me out of the bathroom.

"Ok Michele, from now on this place is just for you to clean up, shower and shave. Don't leave any clothes, makeup or jewellery here or the other girls will nick it as soon as you take your eyes off it; and then you will have to pay for it to be replaced."

"Everything you need is in your workroom and only you, Eddie, and Mabel have a key."

"Who the fuck is Mabel?" I asked.

"She's an old lifer who likes to crossdress. She's really too old to shag, but some of the cons occasionally give her one when they are short of money. She's Eddie's minder for his stable of working girls. Steve is the muscle, and Mabel is the housemaid is the best way to explain it I suppose."

"Mabel comes around during the day and changes the sheets and washes our clothes. She'll replace your makeup and tend to your wigs. She also takes orders for new clothes, lingerie, and any special costumes when you need them; all done for a small fee, and all done with a smile, she likes to be around us girls," Carmel beamed. "She also takes our bookings and manages the punters in the waiting room."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I asked Carmel, bemused.

"Look Michele I really don't have time for this; you used to be Eddie's bookkeeper so you should have it figured out by now. Half of every fee we get off a punter goes to Eddie ok. You will probably have to work for nothing for about three months to pay for the clothes and other stuff Eddie has bought you to get you started with. Once you start making money Eddie keeps it for you on a tab; Mabel will deduct your expenses and such and will also give you cash or goods when you need them."

I realised what Carmel was explaining to me of course. As Eddie's prison accountant I had indeed managed his books and was aware that he had someone else look after his 'working girls' and put money into and out of that part of the account; but all I ever saw were the profits. It never occurred to me how complicated this side of his business was.

"Hang on a minute; what the fuck are you are talking about? Expenses? Goods?" I asked.

"Jesus Michele! You just don't get it do you?"

"Everything is a business to Eddie. The clothes, makeup, wigs and so forth you have to pay for. You also pay to have your clothes washed and 'workroom cleaned'. You also pay when you order in more clothes, wigs, lingerie, shoes and stuff. Mabel will bring around the catalogue and an order form for you."

I mind flew back to the times I spent with Eddie as he made me order in women's clothes, nylons, makeup and so forth for his stable of working girls; but I never thought I would be wearing any of it!

"Sometimes if Eddie sees something he really wants to have you wear he'll buy it for you as a present," she smiled.

We had arrived back at my cell; my workroom as it I now realised it to be. Carmel pushed me through the door.

"Ok hun, its ShowTime; put those dirty clothes in the laundry basket, put your wigs and makeup in the wardrobe and get dressed. Try that long black wig hun, it will suit your makeup. As you can see Mabel has laid out your outfit for your first customer, it must be a special request, that's always good because have to pay more."

With that Carmel went through the door of her own cell, sat on the bed and lit another menthol. She punched a button on an intercom located on a nightstand next to her bed and spoke into it.

"Ok Mabel, send him in," she sang.

Carmel rushed across to my cell and pointed to an identical intercom on my bedside table.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you how this works. Its simple hun," she explained, "when the blue light is on you have a punter waiting. Press that button to talk to Mabel in the waiting room. Press that orange button to indicate you are busy, cleaning up whatever, and that red button there is the panic button."

"Press the panic button and 'Iron-Bar' Steve will be here in seconds. But only press it if you have genuine emergency," she advised me, slipped me a wink, and skipped out of my cell to the sound of approaching footfalls.

Genuine emergency! GENUINE FUCKING EMERGENCY!!!!

What could be more of a genuine emergency than being forced into being a transvestite prostitute in a fucking jail!!!!

I sat on the bed and controlled the urge to cry. I knew it wouldn't help; all I could do was to get through tonight and then figure out a plan to get of the indescribable mess I was in.

I looked down at the clothes arranged on the black silky sheets. A 'special request' Carmel had said; what the fuck? Resignedly I started to dress.

First I open the package of hosiery. It contained a pair of white, sheer to the waist pantyhose. As I slid the sheer nylon up my legs those little electric sparks of delight again ran through me. I hated myself for enjoying the sensation of it! The sheer waistband was snug around my tummy and I tucked my deflated little penis between my legs to be held there by the gossamer nylon gusset of the pantyhose. Next I slid a pair white full brief satin panties up my legs and pulled them snug around my bum and groin. The rasp of the silky panty material against my sheer hose was so sensual that I felt my little cock pulse.

I slid the matching white satin bra around my chest and went to the drawer where I knew my breastforms where kept and placed them neatly into the bra cups. 'My breastforms'…………what the fuck had happened to me!

I concentrated on getting dressed and tried not to think about the exquisite feel of the nylon and satin on my skin. A pair of plain white high-heeled pumps was at the foot of the bed and I slid my feet into them and stood up. A single pristine white cotton tunic was laid out on the bed so I stepped into it and pulled it up my body. As I started to do up the buttons on the front of the tunic I realised what it was. A nurses uniform; 'Special Request' in-fucking-deed!!!

As recommended by Carmel, I placed the long, raven haired wig on my head, adjusting it in the mirror on the wardrobe door. I picked up the little white nurse's cap with the Red Cross on it and placed it on top of my head. I looked stunning!

In the full-length mirror was the image of gorgeous nurse in a crisp white tunic buttoned to her throat. Her long legs shimmered in gauzy white nylons below the knee-length hem of her skirt. Her legs terminated in the pristine white high-heeled pumps. The nurse lost all credibility however when you looked at her face. She was so heavily made up; with lashings of mascara and plump red full lips framed by her glossy black mane. The little white cap with its Red Cross added to the image; the girl in the mirror looked like a tramp in a nurses uniform; the same sort of fetish clothing worn by the girls in men's magazines that I liked to masturbate over.

I looked down at the bedside table and noticed the little blue light flashing. My trembling hand extended a red-painted manicured, finger-nail and pushed the button.

"Send him in," I whispered hoarsely.

Oh my God; what was I doing? The only thing I could I realised; do what I was told or have my legs and face broken. It was only for one night and soon it would be over. I would escape; I would tell the Warden, my lawyer; someone who could get me out of the obscene mess I was in!

I sat on the bed and waited. My eyes drifted to the cell across the way and I saw Carmel. She was standing up in her cell, bent over and holding on to bars of her cell for support; her painted red fingernails digging into the palm of her hand as she tightly gripped the iron bars. Her skirt was rucked up over her back, her pure white arse raised suppliantly into the air. Positioned behind her a large black man was pounding himself in and out of her. As he slammed into her he grunted and pulled her soft white arse back against him so he could drive himself in her as far as he could go. Carmel's heavily made-up face looked idyllic as she concentrated on maintaining the rhythm whilst she was anally pummelled. She open her eyes and looked at me through the bars, she smiled at me, winked and then closed her eyes again as she rocked back and forth on her high heels, her sheer stockinged legs glittering in the low red lamplight.

I head heavy footfalls approaching my cell and realised it was my first customer. I silently prayed.

A shadow fell across the doorway to my cell and the footfalls ceased. I looked up under the dark fringe of my hair; the heavy mascara and eyeshadow causing my eyes to reflect like two deep blue pools. My eyes met with a large man in his late forties. His thick arms heavily tattooed, burly chest and huge pot belly were barely contained by his faded blue singlet; faded denim jeans hung beneath his large belly and his shoes were prison issue boots, scuffed and poorly repaired.

I recognised him immediately; it was Harry Watson; or 'Doc' Watson as he was called by all who knew him. He was one of Eddie's 'enforcers'; a good mate of Iron-Bar Steve and just as ruthless.

Harry stepped into the cell and held out his rough dirty hand to me. I took it in mine and stood up, shaking in fear with what was about to happen. Harry looked me over slowly with hungry eyes. He looked down at my white high-heeled pumps and followed my shapely; nylon encased legs to where they disappeared inside the hem of my nurse's tunic. The white pantyhose shimmered in the low scarlet light cast by the bedside lamp. His eyes continued up my crisp white uniform, resting for a few seconds on my large false breasts, straining the buttons of the tunic. He then continued his gaze up to my face, his eyes engorging themselves on my full plum-red lips, my heavily mascaraed eyes, my rouged cheekbones framed by the jet-black mane of my hair. Finally he looked at the little nurse's cap with its silly Red Cross perched on my head.

"Fuck, you are worth every penny I've paid; now the Doctor want's his nurse!" he groaned and pulled me to him.

His foul tongue thrust into my mouth as he crushed his lips against mine. He groaned and his hand went straight under my skirt and began to brutally squeeze my buttocks through the silky satin panties and sheer hose. Harry pulled me close and as his rancid breath panted into my mouth, I felt his rock hard penis pushing against me though the fabric of his jeans and my skirt. He pushed me away from him releasing his grip and looked me up and down again with wanton lust.

"Lift yer skirt!" he demanded.

"Whaaat?" I stammered, dazed and confused.

Slap! Harry's hand snaked out and backhanded me across my cheek.

"Lift yer fucking skirt Nursey or I'll tear the fucking thing off you!" he shouted.

I looked down at his feet and took the hem of my pristine white cotton skirt in both hands and slowly raised it up my thighs. Harry's eyes followed the hem and opened wide as my firm thighs, encased in gossamer white nylon, slowly came into view. He gasped as the first glimpse of white satin panty was exposed and couldn't help him self; he reached out and stroked his hand up and down by thighs; his rough hand slithering over the gossamer nylon.

"Oh fuck, you're just what I asked for; I can't wait any longer Nursey or I'll come in me pants!"

With that he grabbed me roughly and spun me around so I was facing the bed. He pushed down on my shoulders and I fell forward doubled over so I that was tottering on my heels with my weight supported by my outstretched hands on the bedside table. I heard a ripping sound that could only be the zipper of his fly being pulled down. Inside I screamed and prayed, hoping what I knew was coming next wouldn't happen.

I felt Harry lift my skirt up and push it over my back so that my silky arse was exposed and thrust up at him as I gripped the nightstand to keep my balance. Then I felt a hot iron bar pushed against my pantied ass it rubbed all over my satin encased buttocks. I realised it was Harry's erect penis. Then I felt his erection slide under the silken gusset of my panties and wedge itself in the crack of my arse.

Instinctively I tried to move forward and away from the invading member but Harry gripped my waist, cruelly digging his hands into me as he held me steady.

"Oh no you don't Nursey; hold still while the doctor tends to you," he hissed.

I could feel his hard cock rubbing against the thin gauzy nylon of my pantyhose as it pushed the silky material into the crevice of my arse crack. Then I felt Harry reposition his member so the head was nestled in the rosebud of my sphincter. Now the thin layer of pantyhose was the only protection between my anal canal and his hot throbbing cock. I felt harry pull the gusset of my panties across my buttocks so that he had an unobstructed view of his penis poised at my rear entrance; his erect member pushing the nylon of my pantyhose tight against my sphincter. He said one word.

"Lube!"

"Whaat?" I stammered again.

"Lube! Or you can take it dry, but I think you will appreciate some lube Nursey!"

I knew what he meant then, and although horrified I remembered the torture of Eddie's rampant member invading my unlubricated anus. I reached under the pillow with one hand and searched for the tube Carmel had put there previously this evening. I grasped it and thrust it out behind me, rocking precariously on my high-heels as I held onto the nightstand with only one hand.

"No, you do it Nursey," Harry laughed.

He took the tube of KY jelly and squeezed a big blob of the cool slippery liquid into my hand.

"You do it! And be nice and gentle I don't want to come before I get it in yer!"

I awkwardly reached behind me and felt around until my hand came into contact with Harry's hot engorged pole. It was rock hard and as I put my small hand around it, it felt enormous and menacing as it throbbed in my hand. Harry looked down to see me standing legs wide apart on high-heeled feet, my legs encased in diaphanous white nylon and my white satin panties pushed to one side of my arse. He watched as my long delicate fingers, their red painted nails glimmering with the shine of the lubricant, slid feather-like up and down his hard cock, coating it with a generous amount of KY jelly.

I looked to one side and saw that I had left the wardrobe door open and I could see Harry and myself in the full length mirror. I looked just like a pretty nurse, a slutty nurse with a ridiculous cap perched on her head, bent over, pretty and pathetic as I reached back behind me and slowly smeared lubricant up and down Harry's penis. This nurse was about to be raped! Then I looked up and saw that Harry was looking at the same image and that he had a huge grin on his face.

"Oh Nursey, you're going to get it now!" he groaned.

His hands gripped my hips tighter and I felt his now lubricated glans press hard against my sphincter. But there was something preventing his entry; the nylon of my pantyhose! He hadn't pulled my pantyhose down or torn a hole in them!

"Pantyhose!" I gasped.

"Yes, I love them!" exclaimed Harry and gave an enormous thrust with his hips.

Christ! I felt the head of his penis slide inside my tight hole, the lube assisted but the nylon gusset of my sheer to the waist hose was also pushed inside me. The pain of having Harry's hard cock was bad enough but the nylon wrapped around the head of his cock was like sandpaper on the walls of my rectum.

"Oh God!" I groaned in agony and looked at my reflection in the mirror.

I was impaled on the head of Harry's cock as I stood with my legs spread, skirt hitched up and Harry's huge gut hanging over me as he thrust harder. I could see his eyes closed in concentration and ecstasy as he stuffed more of his tumescent member inside me. I felt my pantyhose grow tight around my buttocks and between my groin as harry forced more of the sheer fabric inside me, wrapped around his hard cock. He was groaning and gripping me so hard that the pain was almost more than I could bear; I felt a searing heat as my insides were invaded.

Suddenly I felt the flimsy nylon pantyhose give and Harry's well lubricated shaft drove itself all the way inside me as the resistance of the nylon parted. It was so big and in me so deep that it knocked the wind out of me and rocked me on my heels. I felt Harry's flabby thighs against mine, his jeans whispering on my nyloned legs as he ground into me. His large gut now rested firmly against my lower back and my hands gave way as his full weight was pressed against me.

"Don't fall over Nursey," he laughed, "I'm just about to start the ride!"

With that he pulled me up and back against him so that I was standing. I was rocking on my heels but Harry held me firm and spun me around so I was pressed hard against the mirror. My skirt had fallen down and was covering our intimate parts where Harry and had me impaled on him. He pushed me harder against the mirror and I smelt his rancid breath as he started to kiss my neck. One hand held me locked against the mirrored wardrobe as I felt the other fumble around at the front of my skirt. His hand went under the hem and began to stroke my pantyhosed thighs as Harry started to slowly rape my back passage.

It was not as excruciating as when Eddie raped me without the lubricant, but Harry's cock was a lot thicker and I felt so full of him that I would explode. Harry started to thrust slowly in and out of me, hardly moving his cock more than an inch in and out; he was panting as he slobbered at my neck, kissing and licking me with his foul mouth.

Harry's hand stroked my thighs and groin as he slowly fucked me, he obviously delighted in the feel of the slinky nylon and satin on his skin because he had shucked down his pants and was pushing his crotch hard against my pantyhosed arse on the in stroke. Harry now began to fuck me harder and faster, he breath in great explosions as he established a had and fast rhythm.

"Open your eyes bitch!" he gasped against me, "look!"

I opened my eyes and was humiliated by what I saw reflected in the mirror. Harry was thrusting against me, his jeans around his ankles and his sweaty body moulded to my back; his hand was under the front my skirt ferreting around, pawing and stroking. Harry's ugly face was beside mine and he slobbered at my neck. He was thrusting in and out pivoting his waist to get all of himself inside me, rubbing his balls on my nylon covered ass at the top of his in-stroke.

My back passage was filled and it ached with the size of the invading member that slid in and out of me, but oh god no! I could feel the spongy hard mass of Harry's glans as they pushed on my prostate; I couldn't believe it but again I felt the first ripple of sexual pleasure. I was not about to give this pig the idea that I was becoming aroused so I decided to end this rape as soon as possible.

I leant forward more so that my buttocks pushed out further and scrunched my hips from side to side to increase Harry's pleasure and ensure my nylon encased cheeks rubbed against him, as he obviously loved the feel of that. I turned my head sideways so that harry could stretch his fat neck out and kiss my pouty lips; I gagged on his breath but concentrated on trying to get Harry to come.

Harry now stepped back slightly and pulled me with him so that I was again bent over with my legs spread. Harry now started to pound himself heavily in and out of me. I though that he would do some serious damage to my insides if he didn't stop soon; the pain was enormous, but I still had the tingle of excitement every time his cock rubbed my prostate. Harry fucked me harder and harder and was really grunting and panting now. He gripped my hips and pulled me back hard against him as he thrust forward and held me rock steady as he pulled back. He was now jackhammering himself in and out of me, groaning and cursing.

"Fucking bitch! Fucking Whore! Fucking take this you cunt!" he screamed.

He pushed in hard and ground his balls against my nyloned cheeks as he shuddered. His grip on my waist was like iron. I felt his cock start to convulse inside me as it shuddered and secreted his hot spend. Harry's cock actually expanded and I felt the walls of my back passage begin to tear as Harry came deep inside me. I felt jet after jet of hot seed stream into me as Harry stated to rock slowly back and forth again. Harry's semen further lubricated his cock and some of the pain went away. Harry was still hissing obscenities as he completed his climax. I felt his spend drip from my sphincter and run down my nyloned legs.

Harry pushed me forward and thrust back so that his cock slid out of me, a torrent of his semen joined the trickle running down the inside of my legs. I couldn't believe how much semen he had shot into me.

I couldn't move, I was bent over, my back aching, my legs locked apart and my back passage throbbing in agony. Harry pushed me sideways and I landed on the bed, sitting up, my legs spread and skirt hiked up.

Harry leant over me and kissed me full on the lips.

"That was worth every penny; you are one hot nurse," he laughed.

Harry grabbed a handful of my clean white skirt and wiped his cock on it. The silvery gleam of semen and KY jelly stained the fabric; there was also a faint trace of blood.

Harry hitched up his pants and made for the door, tightening his belt; he looked back at the dishevelled, raped, nurse sitting legs akimbo on the bed, a look of shock on her face and her tunic stained with semen and blood,

"Yep, you are one fucking hot nurse alright; maybe next time you can play Nun!"

I heard his laughter fading as he walked down the passageway past the other cells to what I presumed to be the waiting room. The waiting room where undoubtedly there were more customers waiting. I closed my eyes as the tears ran slowly down my cheeks.

 

 

 

 

To be continued……………………………………………………………………………..

"Tell Eddie I've finished with this for now. She's one of his better whores, but she has too much of a mouth on her," Warden Stone barked at Steve and slammed the door shut.

Part IX

I lay there stunned, how had I miscalculated my effect on the Warden? The one man who could guarantee a transfer from this shit-hole; fuck!!!!

The cravings of male sexual hunger within the confines of the four walls of Chelmsford Prison did not stop just because there were visiting days with the guards bribed to look the other way (or wantonly stare) whilst prisoners wives or girlfriends masturbated and fellated their partners in the visitors room. On completion of these visits the prisoners were seldom fully satisfied when they stuffed their sticky, deflating penises back into their grubby prison fatigues; they had the same appetites as men everywhere and wanted sex daily if they could get it.

In this rough world of imprisoned men where the inmates had only the slight chance of sex during visiting hours, I knew that when I was forced to dressed as a woman, I was enticing to these sexually deprived animals. The prisoners had only the fumbling wanks and sloppy fellatio provided by their wives and girlfriends as they dipped their hands and heads below the Formica topped tables during visiting hours.

The lack of normal heterosexual relations available to the inmates was the catalyst that allowed Eddie to make a fortune running his prison brothel with his string of transvestite prostitute inmates. Men starved of female companionship took their pleasure where they could; and there were also undoubtedly some prisoners and guards who preferred sex with transvestites regardless of the availability of women.

I was the latest addition to Eddie’s stable, and although being forced to crossdress and prostitute myself was repulsive to me, I knew from recent events that I was irresistible to the inmates and guards who found their pleasure this way. So why had the Warden been so contemptible to me after treating me so nicely at first? I had obviously overplayed my hand when I tried to make my proposal for a transfer out of Chelmsford. Stupid me! I decided that I had better come up with another solution to get out of this disgusting place. Perhaps blackmail might work where my charms had failed?

"Well Michele, you really managed to piss the Governor off somehow! Come on you naughty girl, lets get you back to your cell so you can get cleaned up and rested; you still have to work tonight," Steve said, lifting me to my feet.

He leant down and picked up my skirt and shoe from where the Warden had thrown them on the floor.

"Here sweetheart, put these on," he offered the items to me smiling.

I slid the patent leather black high-heeled sandal over my stockinged foot, my painted toenails visible through the torn reinforced toes of my pantyhose. The silver anklet around my left ankle was still there, sparkling as the light reflected off it. I slid the navy blue skirt up my legs and wiggled my pantied arse into it and tried to smooth it down my thighs. I leaned against Steve to steady myself whilst I dressed and I heard him gasp as he wantonly ogled me. The split in the side seam of the skirt exposed my sheer hosed legs right up to the top of my thigh, and I exposed a glimpse of white satin panty as I adjusted my translucent white nylon slip under my skirt. I felt Steve’s hard muscled bicep as my painted fingernails dug into his arm and remembered how dangerous this could be.

"Christ you look good Michele. With that torn skirt, laddered stockings and messed-up makeup you look like a stray waif who needs rescuing."

"And fucking," I heard him whisper to himself.

"Come on, we better get a move on," Steve pushed me through the door onto the stairwell landing.

He pushed me against the wall and pressed his full weight against me. I could feel his hot breath on my neck.

"Shhh! I think I hear someone on the stairs below us!"

"We’ll have to wait here and be quiet until the coast is clear," he whispered in my ear.

Steve pressed tighter against me, my back was pushed hard against the cold concrete wall. Steve was breathing into my ear his breath quickening.

"I can’t hear anything," I whispered.

"Shhh! If you can’t shut up I’ll have to shut you up!" he whispered hoarsely and pressed his lips against mine.

I felt the groan in the back of his throat and heat from his body. He kept his lips locked on mine and then I felt him slowly start to rub himself against me, his member thickening in his jeans and pushing against my lower body. Steve’s hands came up and pressed my arms tight against my body in a vice-like grip as he continued to kiss me and move against my body.

"Keep quiet; we can’t afford to be found here outside the Governor’s office; Eddie would kill me," he whispered hoarsely between kisses.

I tried to open my mouth to protest and he slid his tongue into my mouth and passionately tongue kissed me. I was resigned to my fate. What could I do? I was still shocked from the ravaging I had received from the Warden. Steve released one hand and slid his arm between our bodies, still kissing me and flattening me against the hard wall. He fumbled around; I knew what he was doing, and then I heard the rasp as he opened his zipper.

His hard penis leapt free from its denim prison and I felt the hard hot texture of it as it came to rest against the material of my skirt. Steve groaned again and repositioned his hands. His body now pushed me harder against wall; his right hand pushed on the back of my neck pulling my face and lips hard against his; his left hand slid up my right thigh, his callused fingers whispering against the nylon of my hose.

It was deathly quiet on the stairwell. All I could hear was Steve’s heavy breathing, the occasional groan in the back of his throat, the whispery murmur of his fingers stroking my pantyhose and the rustle of my skirt rubbing against my body as he pushed his cock against me and gyrated his hips. There was no sound of voices or footfalls.

I managed to briefly break the lock of his lips on mine and pleaded,

"There’s no one coming Steve; quick let’s get back to my cell while the coast is clear!"

"Shut the fuck up bitch!" he hissed, "There is one person coming soon and that’s me!" he confirmed his intention to take me in this cold bleak stairwell.

I squeezed my arms up between us and pushed against his shoulders in an attempt to fight him off. Steve just pulled my face back to his and carried on kissing me, thrusting his tongue over my lipstick-smeared lips and deep into my mouth. His hand on my thigh seized the hem of my skirt and wrenched it up; as he did so he adjusted his stance so that his hard hot penis pressed between my nylon encased thighs.

Steve groaned again and began to rub his engorged member in the crevice created by pantyhosed thighs. I locked my thighs together in a vain attempt to stop him. Steve now repositioned his hands and bought them both down to my buttocks, taking one buttock in each of his big strong hands, squeezing them through the material of my skirt. The hem at the front of my skirt remained ridden up so that his cock was nestled in the ‘Y’ shaped silken valley created by my hosed thighs and white satin panties. Steve now began to push his steel hard member in and out of this silken trap, his cock pressing further between my legs with each thrust. He was ‘dry humping me’ the dirty bastard!

I beat my fists against his hard muscled shoulders trying to discourage him, but it was useless. Steve now lifted my buttocks upwards and as he did so my body slid up the wall and my feet lifted off the floor; Christ he was strong! My high heels left the ground and as Steve continued to lift me up against the wall he pushed his body weight against me, forcibly opening my legs. As hard as I tried to press my legs closed, the force of his body and his strong arms proved no match for by feeble efforts as my fists drummed against his chest and shoulders.

Steve suddenly heaved me up and at the same time repositioned his grip under the tops of my thighs as he pushed me back against the wall with his bodyweight. My feet were now completely off the ground and my thighs spread further, unencumbered by my torn skirt. Steve pressed his groin into me and I felt his turgid penis throbbing against the satin gusset of my panties. He adjusted his position slightly and I felt his member begin to slide under the gusset of my panties and push against the sheer nylon crotch of my pantyhose.

Steve was panting with excitement and exertion; his hot breath was in my mouth and then on my cheeks as he kissed me hotly on my lips and face. He moaned,

"Michele; please………I’ll be gentle honey……..God you’re so lovely!"

What could I do? Resistance was futile and would probably only cause me pain.

I moved my hands from his chest and wrapped them around his neck and slid my nyloned calves around his waist. Had anyone come up or down the stairwell they would have been greeted with the following sight:

A large muscular man embracing a petite businesswoman, bracing her up off the floor and against the cold brick wall, her arms locked in embrace around his bull neck whilst her legs were locked around his waist to help support her weight. Her painted toenails peeking through patent leather black high-heeled sandals, her sleek legs sheathed in laddered, diaphanous sheer black nylons, with dark reinforced cuban heels and toes, the seams of the nylons running up the backs of her legs.

She wore a navy blue suit. The skirt was ripped up one side and was snug at the waist and tight around her hips and bottom. A glimpse of translucent white nylon full slip was visible where her skirt was torn and where the front of her skirt had ridden up as she clutched herself to the muscular inmate who held her captive. A flimsy white nylon blouse peeked through her navy blue suit blazer designed to match her skirt.

An observer would then notice her pretty feminine face. She wore pinkish hued eye shadow, blended with light aqua to just under her eyebrows. Lashings of black eyeliner and mascara had been applied to her lids and lashes and had smudged around her eyes and had run down her cheeks from the tears she had recently shed. Her plum coloured lipstick was smeared around her lips from the frenzied kisses that had been forced upon her. Her hair was a black bob wig, and a pair of silver and diamond encrusted sapphire drop earrings hung from her ears, a matching pendant around her neck.

She looked defeated and submissive as the powerful thug supported her, pushing her against the wall as he thrust against her grunting and panting whilst he defiled her.

Steve was kissing me hard, his tongue assaulting my mouth. His rampant member slid back and forth, snug between the nylon of my pantyhosed crotch and the satin gusset of my panties. He picked up the pace and pushed his cock harder into the crevice between my buttocks. He settled into a steady rhythm as he dry fucked me, his pelvis thrusting back and forth as he pleasured himself. I just hung on and offered no resistance, allowing him to gratify his primal urges; I just wanted it over with. I responded to his kisses and pushed my arse against him to increase his pleasure and hasten his climax.

Suddenly Steve slammed me against the wall and thrust forward and upwards with all his strength. I felt the glans of his member push firmly against the nylon of my hose and then felt the thin gauzy material stretch and finally give. His rock hard penis nestled in the bud of my sphincter and began to shoot hot spurts of semen. The warm slick liquid lubricated my puckered bud and his member slid deep inside me, pulsing and spewing streams of his seed into my back passage. Steve’s tongue pulsated in my mouth and I responded as I felt an uncontrollable wave of please wash over me.

The head of Steve’s penis was pushing hard against my prostate, his vibrating rampant flesh shooting hot jets of come inside me causing me to orgasm spontaneously. I suddenly emptied my seed into my silky pantyhose and satin panties that encased my sex organs. Steve’s crotch pushed the filmy material against my scrotum, increasing the sensations as they shot through my body, amplified by feel of the sheer nylon hose on my legs and the silky full slip and blouse on my torso.

Steve thrust me hard against the wall as he emptied himself inside me; I groaned and forced myself against him. Steve shuddered and moaned, torrents of semen spewed from his member and dribbled out of me, pooling in my panties.

As our orgasms subsided Steve eased me slowly to the ground and as he did so his cock slid from inside me unleashing a further torrent of come into my undergarments. I tottered on my high heels and held on to him, the last of our kisses becoming softer and tender until I was standing there on shaking legs, my back against the wall for support. Steve adjusted himself and zipped up. He leaned forward and pressed a light butterfly kiss on my cheek.

"Come on honey lets get you back to your cell before Eddie comes looking for us," he whispered, and nuzzled my neck briefly.

As Steve led me dazed and confused up the stairwell and back to my cell I began to realise what had just happened. Again I felt repulsed by my uncontrollable sexual responses. I loathed myself for capitulating and even worse for taking pleasure in the sick, twisted sex life into which I had been enslaved.

Steve dropped me off at my cell and made me strip. He took away my female attire and led me to the showers. He stood guard while I washed off my makeup and showered in the empty cellblock ablutions, the other cellblock inmates were at work but he was taking no chances that anyone might decide to have some fun with one Eddie’s ‘girls’ out of business hours. I have to say I felt better knowing that Steve was there to watch my back whilst I was in there alone. Steve didn’t say much to me at all after I had taken off my female clothing and washed off my makeup; it was as though he had no time for Mike, he just lusted after ‘Michele’.

I spent the last part of the day alone in my cell contemplating how I was going to get out of the mess I was in. I watched the clock, dreading the passing of time as the minutes advanced into hours. ‘Iron Bar’ Steve finally knocked on my cell door and entered,

"Time for work; let’s go," he said.

Steve led me back to E Block, the deserted wing that Eddie had set up as his brothel. He handed me over to Mabel who told me to strip. She inspected me all over as I just stood there meekly letting her prod, poke and stroke me.

"You need a good shaving girl," she clucked, and led me down to E block’s shower rooms.

She had me sit on a stool and shaved the light stubble from my face and then proceeded to remove any remaining hair from my arms, legs and chest. She then rubbed moisturiser all over my body and dressed me in a light blue satin kimono.

"Come on love, you can get ready for work in your workroom," she muttered leading me out into the corridor to my workroom cell.

‘Ready for Work! Workroom! Who the fuck was she kidding,’ I thought to myself. ‘What she really meant was go and make yourself into a woman so the sick bastards in this hellhole can violate you!’

As I passed down the corridor two of the cells had low red lamplight emitting from the flimsy curtains which had been pulled across the bars at the front of the cells. I heard muffled grunts and groans, and as I passed the first cell I heard the slapping sound of flesh against flesh. I could just make out the silhouette of what appeared to be a woman bending over a chair as a large man stood behind her pounding himself against her buttocks.

I could just make out that her panties were pooled around her ankles above ridiculously tall high-heels. As the large man plunged forward into her she shuddered and tottered on her heels, she held on to the back of the chair and the legs of the chair made a scraping noise each time she was pushed forward slightly with each thrust. The man appeared to be fully clothed and grunted like a pig with each lunge of his body; he held on to her tight at the waist. The woman, actually a crossdressed whore, gasped as each thrust rammed his groin against her buttocks with a loud slap.

I couldn’t see anything in the second cell; I could just hear the slurping sounds associated with a well-trained fellatrix at work and the murmurs of a man being satisfied.

"Just Carmel and Charlotte servicing a couple of guards before we open for business," Mabel said as we passed by on the way to my workroom cell.

"Eddie gives the guards a freebie and they keep watch for him and keep out the rabble. Business is business in Chelmsford prison honey; we all have to pay our way," she sniggered.

She led me to the cell door and I noticed that heavy curtains had been rigged on a rod above the cell bars that opened on to the corridor. They were pulled back at the moment but they did not bode well for me this evening I guessed. Mabel pushed me through the door and walked over to the armoire. She rummaged around and pulled out what appeared to be a schoolgirl’s uniform.

"You’ve got a ‘special’ first up love; get dressed, Eddie’s bringing a friend in half an hour."

"He wants to play ‘Naughty Schoolgirl.’"

Mabel rummaged around in the drawers and selected lingerie that she threw onto the oversize cot. She looked at the assortment of wigs and selected a blonde, shoulder length wig.

"Shame we haven’t got time to make up some pigtail braids on that wig, but he’s not really that fussed on authenticity if you know what I mean; it’s more of a costume dress-up thing with him," she shrugged.

"Well come on love, get a fucking move on!" she ordered and pottered out of the cell to go about her duties.

"Fucking old tranny fag-hag!" I hissed to the empty cell after she had left.

I knew the routine well enough by now and resigned myself to getting dressed; failing to comply with Eddie’s orders would only result in a beating.

I sorted through the lingerie on my cot and laid it out so I could dress with a minimum of fuss. First I slipped a red satin garter belt around my waist and clipped it together at my belly button. I twisted it around so it faced the right way, smoothed out the satin panel at the front and straightened out the three red garter straps connected to each side of the belt.

Next I slipped into the nearly nude sheer nylon stockings Mabel had selected. I pulled each one up my freshly shaven legs and attached my suspender belt to the reinforced lace panels at the top of each stocking with the three garter straps. As I smoothed out the wrinkles in the delicate nylon along my legs little sparks of sensuality ran through me. I shrugged the sensation off and continued to dress.

Next I stepped into a pair of boy-leg lace paneled knickers. They were gray nylon with a white lace insert at the front and around each leg opening. The lace trim matched the lacing on my stocking tops. I shrugged into red satin full-cup bra which matched the garter belt. I walked over to the makeup table and opened the drawer that contained my breastforms and pushed them inside the bra cups. No time for adhesive if Eddie was due in twenty minutes. I adjusted the bra and breastforms so that they appeared as natural as possible.

Eddie obviously did not care too much for authenticity; Mabel has selected a pair of patent leather black high-heeled court shoes. They slid easily onto my stockinged feet and as I stood I was relieved to find out that it was a lot easier to balance on these wedge heels than the tapered spiked heels that I had been forced to wear up to now.

I sat at the makeup table and adjusted the lamp so that I had good light to apply my makeup. It still amazed me how quickly I had become adept at the feminine art of applying makeup!

First I applied the foundation and powder. My eyes I decided, would be in dark shades so I applied dark gray eye shadow and black eye liner. I underscored the eyeliner on my lower lids with a thin dark blue line for contrast. I applied lashings of mascara so that my lashes were almost caked with a thick black coating. I lightly applied a dark shade to my eyebrows with the eyebrow pencil and completed the look with a light pink shade of blush on my cheeks and only a slightly darker shade of pink lipstick. I decided to experiment this time and applied a coat of lip-gloss. I pulled on and adjusted my wig; just the look I wanted; I looked like a naughty schoolgirl with the lighter shades of makeup I had applied but with my dark eyes contrasting wonderfully.

Next I put on the long-sleeved cotton blouse, being careful to keep the pristine white garment free of makeup. I buttoned up the blouse, still finding trouble with the way women’s clothing buttoned on the opposite side. I pulled the school uniform tunic over my head and adjusted it. It was a dark blue and green tartan. The dark colour emphasised my pale face and dark eyes. The bodice was tight against my torso; the skirts were pleated and came to just above my knees. Then I had an idea; the finishing touch!

I rummaged around in the drawers until I found what I was looking for. I sat on the edge of the bed and kicked off my court shoes. I pulled on a pair of white cotton anklets over my stockinged feet and then stepped back into the black patent leather court shoes. I looked fantastic! I left my ears unadorned but slipped a simple gold chain necklace around my neck.

I sat back down on the bed and started applying two coats of pale pink nailpolish to my nails. While I was doing this I had time to think and realised what I had done. ‘My God! What the fuck was I doing!’

Not only was I capitulating with the crazy bastards who forced me to become a crossdressed prostitute; I was dressing like a woman as if it was a natural thing to do! I was working at looking good and even being innovative to achieve the ‘look’. Fucking white anklets; what the fuck was I thinking of!!!! Had these sick fucks brainwashed me?

I was about to get up and do; I don’t know what; remove my makeup and clothes? rebel? scream? then I heard the unmistakable sound of Eddie’s voice as he approached.

"Oh fuck yeah Dave, you will love my latest acquisition! She’s got an arse to die for; and with only a little bit of training she already knows how to suck cock like she was born to it."

"I don’t trust the cunt though; she’s too fucking smart by half," he added.

"Smart mouth on her; and you can tell she’s planning something. You have to remember this twat ain’t like Charlotte and the other dumb cunts in my stable; he was a businessman, pretty smart and well to do on the outside until he got done for running some kid over while drunk."

"She still thinks there’s a way out of her job here, and I’m sure she’s got ideas about getting outside or transferring to somewhere else, so be careful if you take a fancy to her; she might try it on, like I said, she’s just too fucking smart!"

Eddie was obviously discussing me with the punter he was escorting to my cell. So Eddie knew I had plans to try and get out of the fucked up predicament I was in. So what! If I got my chance you can bet I’d be gone in a flash!

Then it dawned on me what Eddie had said, ‘so be careful if you take a fancy to her’.

‘Maybe that meant my first customer of the night might be a man of influence and power,’ I thought.

‘Maybe I could use him to my advantage? Better be careful though; I had fucked up royally when I tried it on with the Warden; best find out all I can about this guy before I try to use my newfound charms on him,’ I considered.

"Well hello Michele; don’t you look lovely this evening," Eddie said with an evil smirk on face as he stepped into my workroom cell.

A tall good looking man dressed in prison fatigues walked in behind Eddie and came to a complete stop in the cell doorway and looked me up and down where I sat on the edge of the bed.

"Christ Eddie she’s a stunner all right; you weren’t exaggerating on bit. Hi sweetie," he said pleasantly, walking all the way into the cell.

"Say hi to my best friend David, Michele; don’t be rude!" Eddie smiled my way.

"Hi David," I said in my best attempt at a coquettish voice.

"Davy here is a very special friend of mine Michele, and I promised him that you would treat him very nice this evening; so you do that for me and maybe I’ll be nice to you later ok?" Eddie said in a voice that left no doubt that if I wasn’t nice to Eddie’s friend I would be very sorry.

"Of course I will Eddie," I answered meekly.

"So Davy, will she do; is the get-up ok?" Eddie asked.

David had been looking me up and down ever since he arrived in the cell; he hadn’t taken his eyes off me.

"Yes Eddie she’s perfect, and I bet she can be a very naughty school girl too," David chuckled.

"Yes; and speaking of being naughty; Davy why don’t you go and see Mabel and bring yourself back a bottle of something to drink while I have a little chat with Michele. Just give us five ok?"

There was no doubt that although Eddie was treating David with more respect than I had ever seen him treat anyone else, Eddie was still the one giving the orders.

"Sure; is scotch ok Michele?" David asked my way.

"Fine," I answered.

David ducked out the cell and I heard his footsteps disappear down the corridor. As soon as David left the cell Eddie strode over to me and held out his hands.

"Stand up sweetheart and give us a good look at you," Eddie said.

I allowed Eddie to assist me to my feet. He looked me up and down and smiled.

"Wonderful," he said. Then with lightning-quick speed he punched me in the stomach.

"You fucking cunt! What the fuck do you think you were playing at with the Warden? Me and you are going to have a little chat later and I’m going to remind you how things work around here!" Eddie barked.

I collapsed on to the bed, the wind completely taken out of me. I doubled over in pain as I tried to breathe. I felt like I was dying, I couldn’t get any air in my lungs.

"Don’t you start crying and ruin your face you fucking cunt bitch," Eddie snarled.

"You fucking soak up that pain and get yourself ready. David is my best friend in this shit-hole and I promised him you would treat him special, so you just get your pretty arse off that bed, breathe deep, and be ready when he gets back here."

I forced myself to stand and eventually I could breathe in shallow breaths but the pain in my stomach was excruciating. Even so I realised that I was lucky that Eddie had bought his best friend to see me otherwise he may not have cared about marking my face with his fists. I stood there looking down getting my breath back.

Eddie lifted my face to his,

"You try any of your fucking smart moves with Davy, Michele and I’ll put you in hospital you bitch. I’ll accept the loss of earnings while you recover; besides some cons in here like being sucked off by bitches with no teeth; slides in nice and easy so they say, so you fucking well behave," Eddie threatened.

He released my face just as David walked back through the door with a bottle of scotch in his hand.

"I’ll leave you two kids alone to get acquainted ok?" Eddie sniggered.

He pulled the heavy curtains across the bars to my cell, slipped through them and slammed the door shut.

"Don’t disturb them for a couple of hours Mabel," I heard Eddie yell at her as he walked off.

I was alone in the dimly lit cell with David; we had complete privacy. David looked me up and down again.

"Drink Michele?" he asked, a smile breaking out on his handsome face.

"Please," I smiled back suppressing a grimace of pain from where Eddie had punched me.

David half-filled two glasses with hefty shots of the dark amber liquid and handed me one.

"Michele you are one pretty lady if I may be so bold. And that schoolgirl outfit is just as kinky as hell," he said grinning at me with the confidence the way only men secure in their good looks seem to be able to do.

He suddenly came over serious.

"Don’t get me wrong; I’m no noncer or anything. I like to take my fun with adults not juveniles; it’s just that I love trannies when they get dressed up in sexy costumes like that."

"Oh fuck I’ve done it again; I’m sorry I didn’t mean anything derogatory calling you a tranny."

"Shit, I’m behaving like it’s my first date; let me start over."

We both looked at each other and suddenly burst out laughing. It was honest laughter bought about by David’s embarrassment and stumbling apology. He was very handsome indeed; tall and slim with black wavy hair, deep blue eyes with laugh lines at the corners, white teeth and full sensuous lips. He was deeply tanned and obviously made the most of his allocated time in the exercise yard.

"Alright. Michele, I’m David but please call me Davy."

He took a big gulp of scotch and continued.

"I’m what you might call a business associate of Eddie’s; let’s just say I do him favours and he does me favours."

"I’m fourty something, single, bisexual and disease free," he laughed again.

"And oh; to be honest I do have penchant for transvestite hookers dressed up as school girls," he finished, laughing again in his easy way.

He had managed to put me at ease and I could see how he could easily win over any woman that took his fancy; or man for that matter, he did say he was bisexual after all!

"Hi Davy, I’m Michele and a woman never tells her age," I smiled back at him, taking a sip of the single malt.

"As for the rest……..", I started but Davy interrupted.

"I know the rest honey," David said, "and don’t worry I’m not here to force you to do anything you don’t want to do. Please sit."

I sat down and as I did I winced in pain as it flared up where Eddie had punched me.

"The prick! He hit you didn’t he; while I was gone getting the scotch, the bastard hit you," Davy said and sat down beside me and took my hand.

"If it had anything to do with me I’m sorry Michele; I don’t know how anyone could be cruel to you."

I was taken aback, but wary. So many times since I had been forced to crossdress men had started out being nice to me and had then turned vicious.

"No it was my own fault," I answered, "I did something stupid and paid the price."

"Well I don’t believe that a lovely creature such as you could do anything wrong; and anyway the most you would ever get from me is a light spanking on your tidy bottom," he started laughing again and I couldn’t help but laugh with him.

We both looked down into our drinks and took a sip as the laughter died down into an awkward silence.

Davy put down his scotch and turned towards me, he reached and gently turned my face to his.

"Look Michele, I do know your situation; Eddie told me the whole story. I know you are being forced to this against your will; and as I much as I would love to make love to you I an not going to force you to do anything that you don’t want to do."

"Don’t get the wrong Idea, I often come to Eddie’s stable and go with the girls here; I do love making love to transvestites; but most of the girls here are willing to do what they do, even if they were initially forced or blackmailed into it by Eddie."

"But I have never forced myself on another person and don’t intend to start now," he finished.

I was quite taken aback, Davy seemed to be the most genuine and gentle man I had met since I got into this mess; and he was just stunningly handsome. I figured that if I was going to have to pleasure punters all night, I might as well pleasure someone who is kind, handsome and obviously has some sort of influence in this place.

I had badly miscalculated with the Warden; I decided I would put my efforts into making Davy happy and play him along until the time is right to use his influence somehow to help me get out of this jam. Tonight I was his.

I reached out with my long feminine fingers with their pink painted nails and stroked his face.

"Davy you are the nicest man I have met in this place; how can I not like you?" I smiled and gently pulled his face to mine.

I kissed him on the lips and slid my tongue inside his mouth and ran it along the top of his gums; women had done this to me before and it drove me wild. Davy responded and took me in his arms. I allowed him to pull me against him as he held me tightly but tenderly. He didn’t try anything else for over five minutes; he was just contented to kiss. We kissed deeply and passionately, and besides the smoky taste of the scotch, his breath was as sweet as a baby’s. I was becoming genuinely aroused; it was not just lust invoked by an instinctive response to stimulation, but a slow sensual awakening of my pleasure centers.

Davy eased me down onto the bed, never breaking the kiss. We ended up lying side by side our lips locked. After what seemed like an eternity of passionate kissing I was ready for more; my senses were actually screaming for further stimulation. My cock was straining against the lace panel of my boy-leg knickers, the lace stimulating my member. I pulled myself closer to Davy and lifted my leg up and over his body, the pleated tunic rode up my thigh and exposed the matching lace stocking tops of my nude nylon stockings.

Davy got the hint and started to stroke my legs and thighs, his hand sliding slowly and gently along the nylon. I kissed him deeply and growled in the back of my throat as the sensation caused by Davy’s hands stroking my nyloned leg aroused me further. I started rubbing my crotch against his hard body in attempt to further stimulate my penis. Davy sensed what I was doing and gently eased me away from him slightly; I couldn’t contain my disappointment.

But Davy didn’t miss a beat, as soon as our bodies were separated far enough, he slid the hand that was stroking my leg under my skirt and went straight to my penis. He gripped it lightly through the lace panel of my knickers and began to slowly stroke it.

I groaned and Davy responded by sending his tongue into a frenzy in my mouth; it rolled around my tongue and tickled my cheeks and gums; he was an excellent kisser. At the same time he increased the speed of his hand stroking my turgid knicker-wrapped member. I knew that I couldn’t hold on to my orgasm much longer and tried to pull away; I realised that Davy had seduced me to the point where I would let him do anything. I had allowed the tables to be turned; I was supposed to seduce him into my power, not me into his!

I was too far gone, I made a feeble attempt to extricate myself and gave up immediately as Davy tried to hold me where I was, lying beside him. We were joined at the mouth, out torsos pressed tightly together as we continued our passionate kiss. I was twisted at the waist so that my legs lay open on the bed. My legs were now spread wide, my skirt up around my thighs, the sheer nude hose on my legs running down to the cute cotton socks and the patent leather black high-heeled court shoes.

Under my skirt Davy’s hand was now stroking me hard and fast through my knickers; I began to buck and writhe as my orgasm approached. My orgasm rocketed through me; I felt it through my own body. My senses were heightened to the pitch where I could feel, taste and smell everything intensified one hundred fold.

I could taste my lipstick mixed with Davy’s sweet breath and the musky scotch we had drank. I could feel his tongue jack-hammering in my mouth, my long sleek nylon encased legs were sending those little electric shocks of pleasure I had become to love so much. I could feel the satin bra and suspender set, smooth against my bare skin, and the gray nylon knickers rubbing against my buttocks and scrotum as Davy gripped my cock in the front panel of the knickers and strocked me furiously.

I could smell the sweet perfume I was wearing and Davy’s masculine after-shave, mixing with the musky hint of sweat as we both became further excited. Then I could smell the slightly starchy smell of my semen as I spent into my knickers.

My climax shot through me, and I shuddered and groaned. Davy continued to stroke me, milking my seed into my knickers, the semen lubricating the lace and increasing the intensity of my orgasm. As the last of my emission dribbled into my knickers Davy released his grip on my erection and slid his hand under my silky buttocks and turned my lower body towards him, his hand on my ass pulling me close against him. I lifted my leg again, rubbing my stocking leg against his muscular thigh, milking the last sensations that I could out of my subsiding orgasm.

Davy held me like that, our bodies side by side, for about five minutes; never braking our kiss, my lips were almost numb. Then he stopped kissing me and looked into my heavily made-up dark eyes and said,

"You like?"

"You bet," I responded smiling into his handsome face.

Now that we had stopped kissing I pulled myself free of our embrace briefly and Davy frowned; but not for long as I readjusted our position on the bed. I pushed Davy onto his back and I straddled his waist, my pleated schoolgirl skirt spread over his middle. I leaned down and kissed him briefly on the lips and then pulled back so I was sitting upright. I looked down into his beautiful deep blue eyes and said,

"Now, what can this naughty schoolgirl do for you?"

 

To be continued………………….

Those hands get back to my legs, caressing my thighs, getting closer and closer to my crotch. Then, a little snap sound, the undoing of the crotch in the bodysuit brings me alive. I open my eyes and I am in shock. It takes me some time to realize what is going on, the hundred hands caressing my body are only two now. I open my eyes wide, I can’t believe what is happening, I am really in shock. But, dam I am so horny, so hot, my mind is fogged by the feelings, by the rum, by the suddenly broken dream.

I try to focus, and try and can’t believe what I see. So I try to focus, I try to wake up. But I am awake, and the hands caressing my body are real, and the feeling is real, and it feels, oh, so, so very nice!. So very good!. The body suit crotch is up to my navel now, and the hands are softly caressing my belly, going down, down, stopping a millimeter short of my dick, and doing it all over again, then going to my thighs, caressing them over the soft cloth of the pantyhose, coming up, up, stopping a millimeter short of my balls, and going all over the same route. I really do not know what to do. I want it to stop, it is so embarrassing, it is so wrong, and at the same time it feels                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        so good, oh Lord, it feels so good I don’t want it ever to stop.

At this point I am about to shout to stop, quit, hold on the torture, but one of the hands, softly, deftly, kindly, erotically gets to my belly and slides under the edge of the pantyhose, sliding down, down, down, all the way to my crotch. Gets a good, magnificent, erotic, fantastic grip of my cock and begins to stroke it, slowly, deliberately. The other hand is not far behind, but, instead of grabbing my dick, keeps going down, down, past my balls, to my ass. Now it comes back, to my dick, to the very tip of my dick, rubs the tip, gathering pre-cum, a lot of it is coming out  now, so this fingers grab a lot of it, and run down again, down to my ass, and with the soft natural lubricant begins to rub the rim of my boy pussy. I hear myself moan, I feel myself pulling my legs apart, spreading them as wide as I can, and searching with my body, with my ass the firm touch of those fingers.

Now I feel the warm breath of a mouth in my belly, the warm touch of a tongue around my belly button, it is licking me all over, going down on me, towards my crotch, but not getting there, coming back up to my belly, pushing the body suit up, licking my stomach, trying to get further up, while the hands, the fingers are still down there, down my navel, on my crotch. I do not know what to do, my mind is not responding, I push my body up, and grab the bodysuit to pull it up, past my stomach, up to my neck, leaving the rest of my body naked, free to my assailant to do what HE wants to do. I can’t deny it anymore, my eyes are wide open, uncle Sandy is fondling me, kissing my body, sucking on my boy tits, gently, slowly, deliciously jerking my dick and, better of all, yes, better, finger fucking my ass to OUR hearts content. I grab his head, and pull him up, I want to kiss him, and he obliges. We deep kissed, out tongues looking and searching and finding each other’s. His hands are still down there, stroking gently my cock, his fingers in and out my ass. His mouth in mine, his naked body against mine. His hard cock, I realize for the first time, rubbing against the soft cloth of the hose in my left thigh. Hard, long, thick, hot. I reach for and grab it, it feels so nice in my hand, so hot, so hard, so fleshy. I try to lean to look at it, but Sandy stops me with his own body, he has taken the lead, and now, bent over, he is reaching for my dick

The warm feeling of his lips around the head of my aching cock is almost too much, and the finger fucking of my ass is really getting my head to where I suppose it should never get. I begin to feel anxious, guilty, ashamed, hot, horny, full, complete, gay, dirty, queer, fulfilled, free. I hear myself moaning, begging, asking for mercy, for delivery, for an end to my exquisite torture, for him not to stop, not to let me come, never to stop, to keep doing what he is doing forever, to fuck my ass, to eat my dick, to let me have his dick, to kiss my mouth. The response I get, is really the last one I was expecting, as my aunt Sally interrupts my train of thinking, if you can call it thinking, by gently whispering in my ear

-‘hey honey, are you having fun?’

My heart almost stopped, there and then. I thought, I’m busted, this is it. I’m dead.

But Sandy, instead of stopping, panicking or anything of the sort, got my dick completely inside his mouth, and two fingers in my ass, just kept going in and out, while his other hand just got hold of my balls, gently squeezed them, bringing me real close to an orgasm, but at the same time grabbing firmly around the base of my dick, preventing me from cumming.

 -“Can I join ? – Sally asked rhetorically, while at the same time straddling over my face, depositing her clean shaved pussy on my face, all over my mouth. – come one Jackie, let me teach you how to please a girl. Use your tongue, get it as far inside my cunt as you can, good, now in and out, in and out”.

I did as told and was rewarded by a fantastic taste of womanly juices, kind of salty, kind of sweet, but all in all delicious.

 -“Now, try to get your tongue further, to the front of my pussy, look, feel, find the little button, find my clit, good, for a first timer you have no problem, now, suck it like it was a tit, like it was a lollipop”.
 
I was enjoying this greatly, her juices were delicious and plentiful, when I got hold of her clitoris with mi lips, I immediately felt how it grew in my grip, and after a few minutes of sucking like she asked me to, I was rewarded with a continuous flow of juices, and moaning and crying. My face was all wet with her, I was so enthused I had almost forgotten Sandy, who was sucking on my dick like there was no tomorrow.

Suddenly Sally got off my face, leaving me with the delicious feeling of Sandy eating my dick, I was so close to orgasm again, and of course he knew it, he got hold of the base of my penis again, tight, very tight, until somehow he felt my orgasm was subsiding, then he let go. I was really going crazy now, I wanted the relief of ejaculation, but dare not say a word may they stop playing with me. But what followed really left me dumbfounded, they actually stopped cold. Sandy pulled my pantyhose up again, leaving it as it was, Sally helped with the bodysuit, pulling it down my body, closing the snap on the crotch again, I really was confused, I didn’t know what to do, both kissed me in the mouth, and finally Sally said:

 - “Honey, this was fun, we must do this again, but today it should be enough, just a taste of what is in store for you in the future, and besides, you can’t be wasting more time in idle games, you need to dress up for your party tonight. You need to have all the energy possible, you may get laid. You know, I lost my virginity on a prom like you are having tonight”.

With that and a last kiss from Sandy they left. I lay there on my bed, my mind a mess, my dick and balls aching from the unrewarded effort. My ass was so hot too, I still could feel the fingers going in and out of me and I ached for the real thing. Finally I got up and looked at myself in the mirror again. To my ultimate surprise I could see my crotch, a puddle of white semen, running down my thighs. I could not believe it, I had come, and in a big way and had not felt it. Oh my.

" We got all  night baby don't argh what the fuck?" i screamed as she spanked me so hard my eyes watered.

" Don't talk back to me" she spanked me again making me whimper. " Get on your knees and crawl to your room."

I thought there is no way im going to get dominated she is not dong this to me but then i realised i was already moving and doing as she said plus i was so turnrd on i could feel my juices drip from my pussy.

"Come on you worthless bitch" she yelled as she kicked at my pussy. The pain shot threw me as i collapsed on the floor in tears. She picked me up and placed me back on all fours." get moving you whore"

" Im not a whore." i whined like a silly little girl

" Really? your really wet for a good girl" she shoved two fingers roughly inside me moved them around and then pulled out her soaked fingers before showing me them. " Look how wet you are whore." she forced the fingers in my mouth making me suck them dry." On the bed spread your legs arm above your head." i did everything she said as quick as i could. She walked around tying me to the bed she then turnrd on some music and danced sexualy around the bed stripping out of her clothes as she went. She got down to her panties and i just stared at her tits perfect in every way, she turned her back on me as she took of her panties. I couldn't take my eyes off those beutiful tits as she walked over to me forcing her knickers into my mouth. I felt something brush against my arm as she gagged me.

" are you ready for my cock." she whispered i realised what had brushed against my arm

" no get away stop it no please." i screamed but the gagged made it into a mumble. Her huge cock thrust inside me ,y tight pussy streched as far as it could go. She didn't care for my body as she pumped my pussy so hard slapping my tits as they bounced around. Tears rolled down my face in pain and the fact a shemale had tricked me into bondage. Thankfuly she pulled out and removed my gag.

" how dare you do that to " i didnt have time to finish as she rammed her cock in my mouth pushing it deep in my throat. she picked up my phone and took photos of me as i was forced o suck her cock. she came soon after, she pulled out stood over me wanking her cock then unleashed her spunk over my bofy and face. She again took photos on my phone.

" are you my bitch?"

" no" i cried

" do  you theae photos sent to your friends?"

" no don't please"

" are you my bitch?"

"no" i whimpered

" send to all " my phone bleeped as the photos sent

" No please no"

" have fun explaining that baby" she said as she walked out of my flat leaving me tied naked to my bed covered in her spunk 

She continued bouncing and rocking until she melted and went limp. I took over from there; I got up and bent her over my desk. I rammed my cock up her ass and grabbed her schlong as well. I milked her cock as I slide my shaft in and out of her ass. I couldn’t last very long and couldn’t control it but I squirted my cum into her ass while she was hollering for more.

She fell onto the desk and I fell back into my chair. We rested up a minute and she said now suck me will you please… I bent down in a subservient position and took her long shemale rod in my mouth. Sucking a cock for the first time was a great experience. I could taste cum and wondered what it would feel like for her to cream in my mouth. Would I gag, throw up or enjoy the hell out of it. I sucked and licked and now in again I would gently run my teeth over the head of her cock. She began shivering and cum began shooting into my mouth. This was not too bad I thought as it shot to the back of my throat. I actually liked this and drank every drop of her sweet shemale wad!

This was indeed the best gift that I could ever dream of getting from our satisfied client.

I followed her home and watched her over the next couple weeks, learning what her habits were, where she lived, what her name was, hell I probably knew more about her than I did myself. Diane was only 20 years older than myself, she always dressed like a slut and always shot down any man that hit on her. Thats okay she'll get whats coming to her and more.

Here she comes now, what this she bought a new outfit, I wonder how slutty this one looks?

She started to walk past my van when I jumped out and grabbed her I threw her in to the van and closed the door, she started screaming and tried open the door. I laughed because i had the child locks on. I jumped in and drove out to my cottage.

I dragged her into the house and down to the dungeon where she would be staying. I threw her bag in after her.

"Get changed slut. Your going to be my slave like it or not. I'm going to get something to eat"

With that said I left and locked the door behind me. I grabbed a bite to eat and had a shower.

Upon my return I found her dressed in a red mini skirt that just barely covered her ass, A black tube top that barely held her 34 C chest, and a nice pair of red fuck me pumps.

"Come here slave and let me get a better look at you."

"Forget it dead beat i'm leaving and you can't stop me"

"First off slave there is no way you can leave. Second YOU WILL CALL ME MASTER, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME SLAVE?"

she looked shocked that I yelled at her.

"I'M NOT CALLING YOU MASTER" She yelled back after a few moments.

With that I walked over and slapped her so hard that she fell to the floor. She layed there holding her face and crying.

"Now if you don't want me to hit you again then get up and stop your fucking crying slave."

She stood up "I'm not your slave you fucking bastard"

I smacked her face again, this time she was more prepared for it and didn't fall.

"Now appoligize slave"

"I'm not appoligizing to you asshole"

I grabbed her and put her over my knee. I layed ten good smacks on her ass. She was really crying now.

"Please stop. It hurts too much"

"Are you going to call me Master and do as I say?"

"Yes, I will call you Master and do as you say. Just don't hit me anymore"

"Well then, lets see how willing you are. On your knees slave"

She stared at me for a moment before dropping to her knees.

"Now pull out and my cock and suck it slave"

She slowly undid my pants and pulled out my now quite hard cock and started licking the head of my cock while slowly moving her small hand up and down my cock. She then took the whole length in her mouth, I started to moan.

I suddenly felt a lot of pain in coming from my sack. I looked down and saw that she had taken her mouth off my cock and grabbed my sack and started pulling it hard. I had almost passed out from the pain.

"I may be a slut but it looks like your going to be my slave."

I was shocked by the turn of events "okay you can leave just let go of my balls." I groaned.

She stood up and pulled off her skirt. revealing a cock that was bicker than mine.

"What the fuck?"

"You picked the right girl to try to rape, no start sucking bitch"

I just sat there staring, she then grabbed my head and moved it towards her. I opened my mouth and reluctently took it in. I could only fit about half of it in without gagging, although it was not enough for her, she forced my lips to the base. I started to gag and she let go i moved my head back and she slammed it forwards again. This time i didn't gag as soon. She kept slamming her cock into my mouth hard.

"Do you have any lube slave?" she asked me.

"Lube? no. What would I need lube for?"

"Sucks to be you" she said. She then pulled me up and spun me around. she took her cock and placed it against my anus.

"The spit you left on my cock will help, not by much though."

I ground as i felt her pushing against my anus. I didn't think it would enter.

I turned to laugh at her when she spit into her hand and rubbed my anus with it. She then tried again, this time my anus started to give way. It felt like she was trying to shove a house in there. She kept forcing her way in my virgin hole and held it there when she got to the base. By this point i was on the verge of crying.

"Oh come on now I can tell you like it, look how hard you cock is."

She started to pump my ass hard. I actually started to enjoy it and started pushing back against her.

"See I knew you liked that bitch"

With a popping sound she pulled out of my ass and told me to lie on my back. I did as i was told and she lifted my legs above her shoulders and slid her cock back into my ass. She was really pumping my ass. I reached around and started to finger her ass. She quickened her pace and shortened her breath.

I dreaded what was going to happen, but I couldn't do anything. She had me pinned. With a loud groan she shot her load deep in my ass. I could feel it burning in my ass, but i couldn't stop myself I came all over her stomach.

"Too bad you came. I would have let you have a go but it will just have to wait until later my slave"

With a grin she got up and left for the shower.

To Be Continued.....?

The Predator walked over to one of the stalls and grabbed a handful of toilet paper from the dispenser and then strolled over to the ottoman.  He looked at the transvestite whore lying there, her lovely blonde bob and white nylon blouse were covered in the biker’s semen, her stockinged thighs spread wide crudely displaying her red nylon panties soaked in her own emission and that of the biker who had fucked her. With her leather mini bunched around her waist and her red high heels wide apart resting on the ottoman, she looked fucked and contented.  He handed her the bunched up toilet paper, “Clean yourself up,” he growled.

The Predator watched the transvestite as she sat up and adjusted her underwear; she stood up and moved over to the mirror and used the paper and some tap water to clean most of the semen off her hair and clothing; she went into one of stalls for a few minutes and then he heard a flush.  He was thinking to himself that he had very much underestimated this transvestite bitch; she had handled all of the circumstances that he had put her in to and was gaining the upper hand with each situation. A plan formulated in the back of his mind.  Would she go for it?  There was only one way to find out.

The Predator held his hand out to the dishevelled woman and when she took it he led her back to the ottoman and indicated for her to sit.  She sat down and he sat beside her and looked at her face; still pretty despite the messy makeup and unkempt hair.  He slid a hand over her stockinged thigh and looked her in the eyes, “Michele is it?  Well Michele, we are leaving here now and I’m taking you home. On the way we are going to have a chat and I’m going to make you an offer that I want you to consider; either way, given what has happened tonight I don’t think you want to go the authorities and tell them what happened; otherwise your friends and family would have to know about your double life.  Just think my proposition over let me know one way or the other.” 

The Predator kissed her gently on the lips and helped her to her feet; he handed her her purse and took her by the arm and escorted her out of the ladies room into the dark bar.  He walked Michele past the booth where Red still sat nursing a drink, “Bye Red,” he muttered as they walked past.  As they made their way to the door of the bar the bikers standing around the pool table all applauded and yelled out cat calls.  The Predator led her out into the cool night air and over to his car; he opened the door for her and as she went to get in the car he pulled her to him and kissed her.  She responded and wrapped her arms around him holding him tight.  He gently disengaged himself and helped her into the car and they drove away into the night.

Three weeks later……………………………..

The Predator looked at the middle aged woman spread eagled on the huge four poster bed.  She was tied hand and foot to the bed by the stockings he had taken from her dresser.  She was just to his taste; her heavily made up face was framed by her permed red hair.  He studied her for a minute.  Her pale skin was sprinkled with freckles just visible under the layers of foundation, face powder and rouge.  Her eyes were pale blue framed by her dark mascara and eyeliner and her bright red lipsticked lips quivered in fear.

The Predator cast his eyes along her body.  She wore a red satin evening gown; now slit open from her breasts to the hem at the bottom of the dress.  The gown had been pulled open exposing the black nylon full slip that she wore underneath; this garment too had been slit from top to hem exposing her red satin half-cup brassiere and matching directoire knickers.  Just above the waistband of her knickers the lace top of a black suspender belt was visible; the garter straps peeking out from the legs of her knickers were attached to high sheen taupe stockings; the stocking tops were dark brown and pulled taught where the suspenders were attached by their glistening silver clips.  Her shoes were red suede high heeled pumps.

The Predator thought she looked like a sacrifice on an alter; the bizarre image was like some gothic tale; with her red satin gown and black full slip spread open beside her; he imagined she looked like a vampire queen, spread eagled and awaiting the stake.

The Predator moved over to the side of the bed and gently, light as a feather, ran the point of the silver steel blade of his knife along her body; starting from between her breasts, along the curve of her belly and down to her sex.  As she moaned he savoured her fear.  The Predator placed his other hand over the crotch of her satin directoire knickers and pushed the silky material into her cleft, “Like I said, honey; don’t cry out and no one gets hurt,” he whispered.

Michele was dressed in a full-body black leather corset; her new breastforms filled the cups so that the leather pulled taught across her breasts.  She wore black satin full cut panties, the crotch just visible below the bottom of the corset.  Suspender straps ran from the corset underneath her panties and were attached to diaphanous black nylons with dark reinforced cuban heels and stocking-tops; tiny diamantes decorated the satiny stocking-tops and the cuban heels; a black seam ran up the back of the stockings.   These were the same stockings the Predator had made her wear to the biker bar three weeks ago; she knew he loved them.  Her feet were shod in black patent leather high heeled sandals; her painted red toenails just visible through the reinforced toes of her nylons.

Michele had carefully matched her makeup to her attire; which reflected her mood this evening.  Earlier in the evening she had sat in front of her makeup mirror and contemplated how she wanted to look.    The theme was dark; black actually, and she was so excited that she had to be extra careful when applying her makeup.  She applied two thick but even coats of pale foundation to her face and neck.  Then she painted jet black kohl to her upper and lower eyelids, starting in the very corner of her each eye, working outwards applying three thick coats so that her eyes looked like an Egyptian goddess.  She carefully brushed dark purple eyeshadow onto her eyelids applying several coats to get the desired effect; she smudged the dark makeup with a finger feathering it out and up so that it faded just below her eyebrows and extended right to the outer edges of her eyes.

Michele next applied a dusting of red rouge to her cheeks; running it diagonally across her cheek-line and feathering it up to almost meet with her eyeshadow.  She applied a coat of pale face powder next, setting the foundation and rouge.  Then she carefully removed the plump black false eyelashes from their little plastic container. She fiddled around until they were set perfectly and indistinguishable from her own upper eyelashes.  Her lashes were now long, plump and dark.  She heavily mascared her lower eyelashes and then reached for her lipstick.  She applied blood red lipstick to her lips using the base coat applicator and then set her lipstick with the clear top coat.  As she did this she was pleased to see her bright red nail polish matched the lipstick perfectly.

Michele applied another coat of pale face powder and reached for the wig she had selected earlier.  The wig was a jet-black short bob; she adjusted it in place and fiddled with the fringe so that it was in a perfectly straight line across her forehead coming down to just over her eyebrows.  She gave it a final combing; the sides of her hair extended along her cheeks and angled up; the hair at the back of the wig ran high across the back of her neck displaying her delicate white skin.  To emphasise her neck she clipped on a diamante set silver necklace which had three strings of diamantes drops connected to the main necklace hanging down to the top of her breasts.  She clipped on matching earrings which dropped almost to her shoulders.

Michele wore a huge red ruby ring set in silver on the ring finger of her right hand and a huge yellow diamond with matching setting on her left.  On all of her other fingers she wore silver rings of various designs.  Around her slim, black-nylon clad ankles she wore silver anklets.  She stood up and slinked over to her full-length mirror and looked at herself, her eyes wondering up and down, adjusting little things here and there. She uttered one word; “Perfect.”  Then she sprayed herself liberally with her favourite perfume, ‘Poison’, pulled on a trench coat and went down stairs to wait for the Predator who would soon be here to take her out on her first adventure with him.

Michele now stood on the other side of the huge four poster bed and looked down at her captive.  He was tied to the bed in the same fashion as his wife; lashed to the frame of the bed by nylon stockings.  He was wearing a black dinner suit but the jacket had been discarded before the man was restrained on the bed.  His crisp white formal shirt was unbuttoned; the tails untucked from his trousers and the shirt wide open displaying his dark hairy chest.  His black dress trousers had been pulled down to his ankles so that only his white satin boxer shorts covered his manhood.  He was about fifty but still trim and handsome; his deep blue eyes were set off by his black curly hair.  His face was chiselled and his cheeks well defined.

Michele ran a sharp red fingernail down his body, starting at his throat and ending just below his belly button where the waistband of his boxer shorts lay tight across his abdomen.  The man groaned; “You won’t get away with this you bitch!” Michele responded by gently fondling his package through the satin shorts and whispering, “Shush honey; you heard what my partner said; don’t cry out and no one gets hurt!”  She was pleased to feel the man was adequately endowed and could hardly wait for the fun to begin.  Her own genitals ware restrained by a gaff and as her excitement mounted it was becoming decidedly uncomfortable.

The Predator was naked; his rampant penis stuck out in front of him, tumescent, pink and swollen, a long rope of clear pre-seminal fluid hung from the eye of his glans.  He climbed onto the bed and straddled the woman who was lashed there spread eagled.  He rubbed his cock over her satin encased tits and groaned as the silky material stimulated the nerves in his hard member.  The woman squirmed beneath him but all her movements did was to excite him further.  He grasped the bed head and lifted himself up and forward until his cock was over the woman’s face and then lowered his crotch until his erect penis rested on her cheek.  He rubbed his cock all over her face and was delighted when a single tear escaped her eye and ran down her cheek.

Michele watched the Predator climb on the bed and knew that the fun was about to start.  She saw the look of anger in the eyes of the woman’s husband.  She sat on the bed beside the man and lowered her face to his and pressed her mouth down on his thick sensuous lips.  He tried to move his head away and she gripped his testicles through his shorts and squeezed.  He got the message and lay still; he knew there was nothing he could do.  The Predator had done all the talking when they had overpowered the couple as they had just finished dressing to go out for the evening.  The threats the Predator had made, particularly against the woman, had forced the couple to capitulate.  They knew their best option was to be compliant and then hope that the man and woman who had broken into their house would leave them unharmed once they had had their way with them.

Michele probed her tongue inside the man’s lips and forced it into his mouth; she swirled it around and savoured his sweet fresh breath.  She eased her grip on his testes and snaked her hand inside his shorts and took his thick flaccid member in her hand.  She kissed him harder and slowly started to stroke his penis.  She heard him gasp and then she felt his cock begin to harden in her fingers.  Michele smiled even as she continued to kiss him; she thought to herself that men were just so easy to control.

The Predator looked across at Michele kissing the helpless man on the bed and smiled when he saw her hand disappear inside his shorts.  He sniggered when he saw that she was goading an erection out of the man.  He moved his body down onto the woman so that he was lying on top of her, his face hovering over hers, “Look,” he said, “your husband can’t help himself; he’s enjoying it!”  The woman strained and turned her head and saw the attractive black clad woman kissing her husband; she looked down and was horrified to see the bitch had her hand inside her husband’s shorts and was stroking him.  She was more horrified when she saw the woman ease her husband’s erect member out of the fly of his shorts and stroke his hard cock, her bright red fingernails snaking up and down his tumescent member.

Michele was now stroking the hard cock in her left hand; she slid her fingers up and down the spongy mass of sinew and veins and felt it thicken and engorge.  She kissed the man passionately and he groaned and started to respond to her kisses, the tip of his tongue exploring hers.  Michele pressed her body against his and slid one sleek nyloned leg over his and began to rub her black nyloned leg up and down; he writhed and began to push up with his abdomen so that his cock was actually fucking her hands.  She loosened her fingers so that his cock was held in a feather like grasp; barely touching the skin of his penis.  She felt him buck and bounce as he tried to get more friction on his manhood.  Michele’s smile widened.

The Predator watched as the woman looked on horrified at the reaction of her husband to the ministrations of the whore who was rubbing her stockinged thigh along her husband’s leg.  She saw him attempting to fuck the trollop’s hand and heard his heavy breathing in between the long wet kisses.  More tears escaped her.  The Predator lowered his face to the woman and began to spray soft kisses on her pale skin; he gently lapped up her tears with his lips.  He ran his hand down her belly and tenderly cupped her sex through her directoire knickers and began to work the soft gossamer material of the knickers into her cleft.  The woman stiffened beneath him and then began to struggle. He forced his lips down on hers and pushed a finger into the folds of her labia and began to softly stroke her clitoris.

Michele looked across at the Predator as he began to stimulate the woman’s sex and force his mouth over hers.  She lifted her face away from the woman’s husband and whispered in his ear, “Look.”  The man turned his head to the side and was greeted by the sight of his wife struggling under the monster who had invaded their house.  To his disgust he saw his wife stop struggling and begin to move her hips in a circular motion in time with the man’s hand which was buried in his wife’s knickers.  While his attention was elsewhere Michele turned around on the bed and lowered her face the husband’s erect shaft and slurped the stiff member into her mouth, smoothing her lips all the way along the shaft until her lips were at the base of his cock; she lashed her tongue around the bulbous glans.  The man moaned and pushed his hips up off the bed and began to fuck her mouth as she moved up and down on his rampant cock.

The Predator looked across at Michele and saw her fellating the woman’s husband.  The man was face fucking Michele and he had look of extreme pleasure on his face.  The woman beneath him was now squirming and bucking as he manipulated her clitty through her knickers; he took his hand away and heard her mumble her disappointment into his mouth as he kissed her.  He didn’t disappoint her for long; he adjusted his position on top of her so that his hard cock was buried in the fissure of her open labia and began to dry fuck her through her satin knickers.  She bucked up against him and he moaned at the intense sensations shooting through his cock caused by the sleek material of her knickers rubbing against his erection.

Michele was sucking the husband’s cock in a steady rhythm, grasping the sinewy cock between her lips and whisking her tongue along and over his glans.  She could taste his secretions and his humping motion lifted his arse clear of the bed as he bucked under her.  She glanced across to see the Predator slide his cock between the wife’s legs and knew that soon this little drama would come to its climax.  Michele eased her face away for the man and this time she actually heard him grumble in disapproval.  She eased a hand inside her panties and untied the gaff so that her aching member could be free and then she lifted herself up over the man so that her stockinged thighs straddled his.  Michele raised her arse up and eased the gusset of her black nylon panties to one side and lowered herself slowly so that the tip of the man’s cock nestled up against her sphincter.  Michele lowered herself and gasped at exactly the same time as the man when his thick bulbous glans slid inside her.

The Predator saw Michele mount the husband and position his cock underneath her; he pushed the woman’s face to the right so she could see what her husband was doing.  The woman gasped, and as she did the Predator quickly repositioned his cock under leg of the woman’s directoire knickers and pushed his hard cock into her tight slick cunt.  The woman bucked and rolled beneath him and he hung on to her and enjoyed the ride.  He didn’t know if she was trying to buck him off or was trying to fuck him and he didn’t care; her firm vaginal walls were stretched around his rampant penis and all he could feel was the intense pleasure shooting out from his groin.  The woman beneath him began to set a measured tempo with her thrusts and it was obvious now that she was enjoying what she was getting; forced or not.  The Predator adjusted his position so that the base of his cock pushed against the woman’s clitoris and his balls rubbed against her gossamer smooth directoire knickers.  He started to fuck her hard and fast feeling his orgasm building.

Michele eased herself down further so that the man’s cock slid slowly further inside her.  She had lubricated her back passage in the bathroom before she had joined the Predator at the bedside and now she was glad she had.  The cock filled her anus and she had to take it easy and ride with the man beneath her to stop him lunging up and stabbing her arse with his cock.  She took control and eventually she was filled up with hot throbbing cock.  She sat down hard on the man to stop him from fucking her; she just sat there and enjoyed the feel of hot cock filling her arse.  Michele stated to gyrate as she clenched and unclenched her internal muscles to stimulate the cock buried inside her.  Then she started to slowly ease herself up and down on the rampant member, eventually loosening up enough so that she could increase the tempo.  The man beneath her sensed this and matched her with his thrusts; as she lowered herself down, he thrust up; the head of his cock pressed against her postrate and she felt her own orgasm build.  Michele bucked faster up and down on the cock and felt it slide in and out of her and stimulate the hundreds of nerves along the walls of her arse.  She was close to coming.

The Predator fucked the housewife with long hard strokes and lowered his face to hers and was greeted by sloppy wet kisses as the woman bucked beneath him.  Her cunt was spasming around his cock and he sensed she was about to come; he thrust faster and harder and was rewarded with her hot juices flowing around his hard cock.  He crushed his lips against hers and plunged his tongue into her mouth; he ground his groin against hers and she pushed back hard against him and her cunt convulsed as she orgasmed.  The Predator’s cock spasmed and twitched as it shot load after load of hot semen deep into the woman.  The housewife pushed back against him and shuddered as her orgasm racked her; she gasped around his tongue but continued to mash her lips against his, there tongues intertwined and teeth crashing together so intense was their climax.

Michele pushed down hard on the cock buried deep in her arse and felt it convulse.  The man’s member shuddered deep inside her and as it spasmed she felt jets of hot fluid fill her back passage.  His knob was pushed hard against her postrate and she felt her release.  Her issue shot from her semi-hard cock and filled the front of her panties.  Michele slammed her arse up and down on the rock hard cock that was spewing semen deep inside her.  She screamed and moaned and shook her head; the sensation was so exquisite.  Eventually her climax subsided and she came to rest straddling the man who lay there moaning beneath her, his cock pulsing in the last throes of his orgasm.  Michele lowered her head and gave the man a sloppy wet kiss and then leaned back and looked across at the Predator.

The Predator looked across at Michele as she raised herself from the hot wet kiss that she was giving the husband.  He saw her straighten up, the man’s cock still buried in her arse as she straddled him.  She smiled at him and leaned across; the Predator lifted himself from the housewife and Michele and the Predator kissed each other passionately across the bodies of their victims who lay lashed to their marital bed; the Predators cock was becoming flaccid inside the woman, and Michele’s back passage was contracting around the wilting cock buried inside her.  The wife looked across at her husband and whispered, “We can never tell anyone about this,” Her husband responded, “Never.”

Michele and the Predator smiled at each other.

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I flushed again.

Stacy had always been shy about her body. In all the years I had known her she had never been as adventurous with her style as I was. But that was going ot change. I was sure of that as I pictured my friend in a nice string bikini. My mind filled with the images of getting her home and pulling her out of it too.

I could feel myself blushing again.

‘So…’ Stacy said in a coy manner. ‘Where’s the best place to grab a cool costume.’

‘I know a place,’ I smiled my most devilish smile, knowing she was picking up the not so subtle hints I was throwing her way.

I scooped up my keys off the table, subconsciously counting each one as I did. Already I could feel the moisture building between my legs. I felt alive, exhilarated. Hoping my scent wasn’t evading my moistening panties. Just the thought of seeing my long time friend’s beautiful body excited me.

Right then I wondered if Stacy felt the same. Sadly, she just looked nervous, chewing on her bottom lip.

‘Come along then Stace. Let’s get going,’ I said, trying to keep thins light.

‘Right behind you Kelly, Stacy called back as she fetched her cute pink jacket from the coat rack. The one that hugged her breasts perfectly, showing them off for the world to see.

She quickly repositioned her skirt, nervously glancing at me, hoping I hadn’t noticed.

That was it! I thought she had just given me a sign of her mutual attraction. She was moistening too!

* * * *

Arm in glorious arm we made our way to my car. It wasn’t a flashy automobile, but it was reliable. And what more did a gal need than something reliable.

Stacy took her place in the passenger seat, while I slipped in behind the steering wheel. Clicking my seatbelt into its clip, I started the engine and we were off.

* * * *

I drove us to the store. From the outside it looked like a normal store. The promotional posters, while meant to look flashy had been bleached by the excessive sun, but they were still slightly attractive, as were the cute little outfits worn by the store dummies. But those were the outfits us normal girls could never wear.

From the outside Stacy seemed unimpressed. I took her arm again, and led her through the electronic doors. Her mouth fell open at the inner size. It looked like an elegant palace filled with the gowns of a million princesses. Stacy was dumbstruck with awe.

Lightly taking her hand, I led her down the steps into the main store. There were dresses, skirts, tops of all varieties, blouses, lingerie, daily wear. Stacy clearly had never seen so many choices grouped into one place. Or at least had never seen so many clothes that she wanted all at once.

I ignored the general clothes and led her to the back of the store, where the bathing suits were kept. And there were so many choices; bikini’s, cami sets, tankinis. So many options. So little time. I grabbed at a very skimpy black bikini set, almost no skin covered. Stacy was a little more conservative, going for a more common bra and brief set. I picked out a nice summer dress to wear over the bathing suit. A small flowing red number with all the tight curves. Stacy’s eyes lit up in admiration of my tastes for her. She pulled me out a short white dress. Very innocent looking. I held the dress against myself with the costume I chose underneath it. The thin white material gave away my choice perfectly. What a combo!

Now Stacy was taking the lead, guiding me roughly over to the dressing rooms. Obviously anxious to get me into my new outfit. I rushed ahead myself, just as anxious to see Stacy in hers, and maybe see her get into it too.

‘Want to share?’ I asked when our path ended by the dressing rooms.

The confirmation of Stacy’s attraction came when after a nervous moment she said yes and we clambered into the largest of the cubicles. Once the plastic door was shut, I felt Stacy’s lips lock themselves onto mine, her kiss reaching into my mouth. I wrapped my arms around Stacy’s back, pulling her beautiful body closer. Stacy’s subtle hands pulled at my top, lifting it carefully over my head, revealing my pink bra.

Stacy lowered her mouth to kiss my now erect nipples through the soft fabric. My inner moisture increased again, soaking my panties. I pushed myself closer, softly moaning my satisfaction.

I let my hand go to Stacy’s sexy mound, rubbing at her skirt. She pushed down onto my hand., her mouth kissing back up my breasts.

Everything I had wanted from Stacy lay beneath this skirt. No matter what I had to get it off, I wanted to se the hidden beauty of the girl I had waited three years to get. My hands went to her hips, slowly pushing at the elastic waistband, forcing the skirt down. She wriggled her hips, trying to stop me, she went for my hands. I kissed her harder, she let the skirt drop past her hips, revealing to me her secret. Stacy was a guy!

I jumped back. Completely surprised. I didn’t know how to react, my heartbeat was racing. And then I noticed what my body was doing. My moisture had jumped up a few notches, my pulse was racing, my breaths shallow and short. Oh my god, I was leaning back in to kiss her again. As I placed my lips back onto Stacy’s I pushed my skirt down over my hips and stepped out of it as it cascaded to the floor. I held my new lover in my arms.

My hands were soon cupping Stacy’s buttocks. My fingers tracing her crack, reaching for her perfectly puckered hole as her cock grew against me. She reached around and deftly unclipped my bra, slipping it down my arms and letting my petite breasts fall free. This was most unfair I thought. She had my breasts and I didn’t have hers. This was a situation that had to be sorted out.

While I focused her attention on kissing me, I worked my hands down her blouse, undoing each button, pulling the cotton garment open to reveal her sexy blue bra and its beautiful contents.

Stacy could stand no more. She was really rubbing her length against me, allowing the friction to pleasure her. Deciding I had to help I started to kiss my way down her super sexy body. I left her bra on, placing my kisses around the blue material, and carried on down past her stomach towards her bulging blue panties. I pulled them to the side, allowing her erect cock to fall into my ready hand. I placed another sensitive kiss to Stacy’s body before I slipped her twitching little friend into my anxiously waiting mouth.

The moment I wrapped my lips around Stacy’s warm cock I knew this was a first for her. The way she held herself was nervous, yet attentive, trying to memorise every action. I allowed more of her cock to slip into my mouth, taking all of it that I could, my tongue running around its outside. Stacy, driven at this point by sheer pleasure curled her fingers into my hair, gently tugging it as she pulled me further onto her. I had opened the cork on feelings she had never before expressed. Holding her balls in my hand, I feel Stacy suddenly tighten up, I knew what was coming and I sucked harder while I pulled her panties all the way to the ground.

Just I got the juicy goodness I wanted Stacy pulled her cock away from me. Gently, yet with great command, she pulled me to my feet.

‘Not yet, she whispered, kissing me again, pressing me back up against the dressing room wall. She ran her tongue over my nipples, taking one into her mouth, and kissing it with the same passion she had shown my lips.

Her hands led my panties down my legs while her kisses worked their way lower, across my abdomen, lower, past my waist, lower, over my trimmed blonde pubes to my glistening hole beneath. Nervously her tongue ran over my pussy lips. My thighs trembled at her careful touch, but I longed for so much more.

‘Don’t think so much,’ I told her. ‘Just go with the flow.’ I was going to wish I hadn’t said that.

Almost at once, Stacy’s nervous technique vanished. She had become a woman possessed. If I hadn’t have known otherwise, I’d have said she been licking pussy since the cradle. I had been waiting to get my friend here for three years, the only person to get my come in that time was me. I was saving it for Stacy exclusively.

Stacy switched between tonguing and fingering my pussy. God her technique was mind blowing. I couldn’t even find words to warn her what was coming. All my efforts were on keeping quiet, or just not getting to loud. Stacy got ferocious at my clit. She had obviously been wanting to get at my pussy as much I wanted her to. I moaned again softly, muffled by my fist crammed into my mouth, only just in time.

Before I had chance to let my hand down and pull Stacy further into me, she climbed back up to kiss me. I could taste my own salty juices on her lips, she offered it to me off her tongue. How could I refuse?

She leant in and kissed my neck. Her cock brushed against my pubes as she did. Her touch was electric. I wanted so badly to slip her into my pussy. But I held back.

Luckily for me, Stacy had the same idea. She bowed slightly, her hand pushed her cock forward, and lifted it into my pussy. She lifted my arms above my head, holding them in place, restricting my movement on my part. Once inside Stacy stopped. This I could tell was another first for her. I gave her a moment to enjoy the sensation, then, staring into her eyes, I clamped my pussy around her cock, and forced myself further onto her.

Driven by my desire, Stacy gave me a full thrust of her manly weapon. I gasped as her length filled my pussy, and pushed down to meet her. She gave me another thrust, and kept them coming. I couldn’t hold it anymore, my pleasure started to sound between my bated breaths, Stacy was the same. Neither of us were doing a very good job at staying discreet.

Someone knocked on the door. It was the store’s young clerk.

‘Are you ladies okay in there?’ she asked.

‘We’re fine, thanks!’ Stacy and I called out in unison, hoping the clerk hadn’t heard too much.

We didn’t move again until we heard her footsteps leading her away from us.

‘That was close,’ Stacy giggled.

‘I know,’ I giggled back as I felt my arousal spike suddenly. Almost getting caught was the ultimate turn on.

Stacy began to pick up speed again. Her energy doubled, and focused on bringing me to ecstasy. She got faster and faster until she reached a speed she could maintain comfortably. My cum was still flowing freely, running down Stacy’s cock and over her balls. She pushes harder and faster, using my cum as a lubricant to push in deeper.

With a slight groan muffled by my breast Stacy shot a hot load of sperm into my soaking pussy. Our juices merge inside me mixed by Stacy’s pumping and dripping back past my slippery entrance and running down our legs.

Continuing to push until the last of her own come was expelled, Stacy and I collapsed onto the floor of the dressing room. We had engorged ourselves on each others love and gotten quite messy in the process. All of a sudden I was glad I had packed a set of towels for our trip to the beach.

‘Here you go,’ I said as I offered one to her. She took it graciously, giving me a quick kiss in return.

A couple of minutes later, dried off and regaining our composure, Stacy and I got redressed. We gave each other another few gentle kisses. Her hands brushed my ass, squeezing gently while I cupped her lovely balls.

The attendant was coming back again, we heard her stilettos clacking against the floor, coming closer.

We hurried ourselves out of the dressing room, completely forgetting about the swimwear we had picked up. Left the store with a knowing smile on our lips and made straight for home.

We never did go back for that swim wear, but we had a lot of fun once we got home again.

"Yep, you are one fucking hot nurse alright; maybe next time you can play Nun!"

I heard his laughter fading as he walked down the passageway past the other cells to what I presumed to be the waiting room. The waiting room where undoubtedly there were more customers waiting. I closed my eyes as the tears ran slowly down my cheeks.

 

Part VI

I reached across and pressed the orange button to switch on the amber light indicating to Mabel that I was not yet ready for another visitor. I noticed the blue light was lit, indicating that I had another 'customer', or as Carmel would say "a punter" waiting.

I looked across and saw Carmel kissing the huge Negro who had previously been fiercely sodomising her. He pushed a handful of notes down her bra, spanked her playfully on the arse, and strolled out the cell. I quickly hid my face so that we would not make eye contact; I did not want him for a customer; not from what I saw of him when he was violently fucking Carmel.

I walked up to the cell bars and whispered to Carmel across the passageway, I could hear grunts and sighs as the other 'working girls' serviced their clients in the other four cells,

"Carmel, Carmel!"

"Hi Michele, see what Leon gave me?" She smiled pulling out a handful of notes from her bra;

"He is always a big tipper; and he has a big tip down there too!" she laughed at her own pun.

I had no time for this; I had important questions to ask. Carmel ignited the obligatory menthol cigarette.

"What do I do now; I pressed the orange button but the blue light is still on. Do I make the punter wait until I'm cleaned up or what?"

"Oh my God; Carmel, I want this to stop. I have just been sodomised so hard my back passage is bleeding!"

I started to sob again.

"Cut that shit out Michele; you need to harden-up girl or you won't survive!"

"Talk to Mabel on the intercom, sometimes the punters don't care too much how you look, especially if they just want a 'quickie'."

Again I was amazed at how quickly these perverts had degraded me down to their level. I was thinking of these crossdressed prison prostitutes as 'girls' and the men who raped me for money as 'punters'; plus I even understood what she meant by a 'quickie', it wasn't rocket science after all!"

I pressed the talk button,

"Mabel I'm not cleaned and dressed yet," I whispered in my best imitation of a feminine voice.

I hoped she would have some sympathy for me now that I was capitulating in this perverted parody of forced feminisation and prostitution.

"Don't bovver Michele; he's on his way. He just wants a quickie and this is a freebie so you better make it quick; time is money!"

What the fuck did she mean: 'Freebie'? I was about to find out.

The unmistakable navy blue uniform of a prison guard came into view. He was a fat man with a florid complexion, he was sweating heavily with the exertion of carrying around such a large gut.

I had sat back down on the bed and evened out my white nurse's uniform skirt, the semen and bloodstains were not too visible, but I knew they were there. My white pantyhose had laddered down one leg from the hole that my last customer had ripped in the gusset.

I did not recognise the fat guard but I knew he must be in charge of one of the other wings as he wore Sargent's stipes on his sleeve. He came straight into the cell, sweating and puffing, and without saying a word unzipped his fly.

I looked up in stunned amazement as he walked up to the bed, reached out a hand around the back of my head, and with his other hand, pushed his semi tumescent, uncircumcised penis into my mouth.

I started to gag immediately because the taste was so foul. It tasted of stale urine, and a cheesy taste that could only be the built up detritus of bodily secretions that had coagulated and fermented under his foreskin. It was the most disgusting taste I had ever tasted and my gagging increased.

The guard pulled his cock out of my mouth, pushed my head back and tilted it up to look at him; his fat face was snarling and vicious. He slapped me once across the face. He didn't say anything; he just wagged his finger in my face. The slap wasn't even that hard, it was just the surprise and his continued silence that stunned me.

He took his semi-hard cock into his hand again and pushed it against my lips. I knew enough by now to realise that my only salvation was to make him come as quickly as possible. I opened my mouth and pushed out my tongue. I deliberately licked at the lipstick on my lips to try and mask the fetid taste of the guard's penis. I then started to lick all around his knob that was half exposed out of the wrinkled foreskin.

I bought up my hand with the intention of masturbating the guard while I slobbered on his glans with my tongue and lips so he would ejaculate over my body rather than in my mouth. The guard would have nothing of it and slapped my hand away; he again grabbed my head and forced his cock between my lips and into my mouth.

He was still silent except for his heavy breathing and grunting. The smell of stale sweat wafted from his filthy body. He bought his other hand up now and cradled my head between both hands, the dirty fingers enmeshed in my hair behind my ears. Then he raped my mouth. There is no other way to describe it.

His penis became engorged and hard, the glans were now fully exposed as his foreskin pulled back from the bulbous knob. The foul taste of his cock was now so rancid I thought I might gag again so I did the best thing I could under the circumstances and worked up as much saliva as I could to wash his knob clean with my tongue. I worked up more spit and continued to slaver his cock with my tongue; this had the effect of cleaning his cock and cleaning out my mouth as I swallowed the foul mess that had coagulated under his foreskin.

These actions also obviously increased the guard's pleasure as he now increased his tempo, thrusting his erect member in and out of my mouth. He pulled his cockhead out as far as my lips and then rammed it home as far as it would go. Luckily his cock was not very big and I had no problems accommodating him, it was just so hard to breathe with it jack-hammering in and out of my mouth.

On the in-stroke he pulled my head forward to that my nose was buried in his fat gut overhanging his loins. He forced my head onto his penis so hard that my teeth rattled on the metal zipper of his fly. He was sweating so much that I could feel drops of his disgusting perspiration dripping off his jowls and on to my head.

He continued to grunt like a pig as he fucked my face; his now rock hard cock with its spongy head tasted salty as precum started to leak from the eye of his glans. He pushed it in and out faster and harder, pulling it out nearly all the way then slamming it home so that my face was buried in his crotch.

Then he pushed my face into his crotch as hard as he could and held it there. I couldn't breath! I felt my gag reflex returning as I struggled to get oxygen into my mouth or nose. I reached out and tried to push myself back from him but his vice-like grip was too strong; he pushed my face harder into his crotch.

I couldn't help it, I stated to gag, my mouth convulsing and my tongue flailing around in my mouth. At the same time my fists were drumming against his thighs as I tried to push myself away. That was when he stated laugh! He also said the only word he ever spoke,

"Good!"

He held my face hard against him and as I started to blackout I felt his penis convulse in my mouth. Stream after stream of creamy, salty, hot semen shot into the back of my mouth. As the guard's cock continued to eject its foul jets of spunk he continued to laugh. He was laughing as he orgasmed.

At last he released the tight grip on my head and allowed me to take a breath through my nose. As soon as I did he pushed my face back into his crotch. As my mouth filled up with his sickly seed I had no choice but to swallow. If I didn't I would choke. His ejaculation seemed to go on forever and try as I might I could not swallow all his come. It welled up in the back of my throat as his cock continued to throb and convulse. I coughed and felt his slimy emissions force its way up the back of my throat and then run out of my nostrils. I felt disgusted.

Then the guard pushed me away. I fell on the bed gagging, sobbing and coughing; trying to breathe. He reached down and grabbed my hair and pulled my face up again so I was looking at him from level with his waist. His face was bright red, florid and sweaty. His jowls dripped sweat down his shirt. Without a word he rubbed his now deflating penis all over my face mixing his semen with my tears and my makeup. Then he put his cock inside his pants, zipped up and walked away. I had never felt so humiliated in my life.

 

I lay on the bed sobbing. I looked up through the tears, makeup and semen in my eyes and noticed that the blue light on the intercom was mercifully extinguished. I reached out slapped the switch to turn on the orange busy light. The intercom suddenly crackled and I heard Mabel, the crossdressed old con who was our 'madam'.

"Take half an hour hun, it's gone quiet for now and it's getting late; get cleaned up and give me a call."

I half groaned into the intercom,

"Sure."

I wanted to just lay on the cot and cry myself to sleep but I knew that Carmel was right, I had to harden up if I was to survive. I had to find out as much as I could about this sick operation so that I could tell someone in authority so they would get me out of this nightmare.

I stood and stripped off my stained nurse's uniform, slid out of my high heels and pulled down the tattered pantyhose. I threw the hose in the bin, stripped off my remaining underwear and placed it with the uniform in the washing basket that was tucked away in the corner. I noticed the little ridiculous nurses cap on the floor and picked that up on the way. I pulled off my wig and put on the satin robe. All of these movements caused me significant pain. My head ached from the slapping I had received, my back passage felt like someone had put a red hot poker up there, and I was now immensely tired. I had no watch but guessed it was after 3:00am.

I padded out of my cell with my makeup case in hand and made my way down the dim passageway. I deliberately tried not to look in the other darkened cells but in the subdued red lighting I could see Carmel was kneeling on her cell floor and fellating a con who was sitting on her bed. His head was propped back on a mountain of fluffy pillows, his eyes closed as he enjoyed her ministrations.

As I passed the end cell on the right I heard muffled yelps and couldn't help but peek. I saw a fat crossdressed 'working girl' dressed in a French maid's outfit, baby-doll blonde wig and heavy makeup; a skinny little con was riding her doggy style on the bed. He had her black satin maid's skirt rucked up over her back and her black satin panties hung from one fat, black-stockinged ankle as he humped her and smacked her plump white ass as he did. She yelped every time he smacked her, but she seemed to be smiling and pushing back to meet his thrusts. If my life weren't so tragic I would have found the sight immensely funny I suppose.

I continued on to the shower-block and let the scalding hot water wash away my makeup, tears, and the semen from two different men. I was so close to crying again but held back. I heard the shower next door suddenly splash into life.

"Hello?" I asked with a trembling voice.

"Hi hun," I heard the response as a male falsetto.

"I'm Charlotte. No Charlotte the Harlot jokes please!" she laughed.

"Welcome to E Block Michele," came the voice over the shower cubicle.

"You know who I am then?" I asked.

"Oh of course hun, it's always the talk of the nick when a new girl starts working for Eddie."

I turned off the water and towelled myself dry thinking about what Charlotte had said: 'talk of the nick'?

Charlotte emerged from the shower with a huge silk bathrobe wrapped around her generous proportions. She was the French maid I had seen on my way out of the cellblock. She made her way over to the line of stainless steel mirrors and began to apply makeup to her plump but pretty face.

"What do you mean by 'talk of the nick'?" I asked taking a seat beside her and applying foundation to my face.

"Well Carmel should have told you everything; didn't she?"

I went on to explain to Charlotte what Carmel had told me and also what I had figured out for myself. I made no mention of my plan to escape this hellhole; Charlotte like Carmel seemed to accept the situation and even seemed to like what was happening to her.

"Well you seem to have it figured out pretty well hun. Eddie owns us girls, Steve is the muscle, Mabel is the Madame; and up until yesterday darling, you used to be the accountant and secretary."

"I suppose you still are Eddie's secretary," she said sarcastically.

"Lots of us girls started out working for Eddie in other roles; as runners, dealers, or small time worker bees. Eddie seems to have the knack of knowing which cons will look like sexy women when they're crossdressed; feminised if you will."

"Some of the prospects are so obvious because they are 'femme' when they arrive in the nick; some convert to homosexuality as part of prison life and Eddie feminises them as willing subjects, and some like you are forced into it."

"To be honest I think Eddie likes it better when he has to force them," she smiled, smoothing on a second coat of bright red lipstick.

"How many of us are there? Crossdressed prostitutes I mean?" I asked incredulous.

"Oh not that many; about a dozen or so at any one time, but only six of us work in the workrooms."

"Some take up full time with cons who can afford to pay Eddie enough to keep them; some are just let go when Eddie has made enough from them or they break down and are sent to the psycho ward."

"Take Carmel for instance, she still works for Eddie even though she has a prison 'husband', she does it because she likes the money, she likes the gifts from Eddie, but mostly she likes the life."

"Then there is Mabel who did this for so long that she got too old to work the cells so she's Eddie's hostess, Madame, whatever; but will still give a con great time if doesn't mind mutton instead of lamb if you know what I mean?" Charlotte winked and concentrated on applying another thick coat of mascara.

"But what about the Warden? I know lots of the guards are corrupt from my time here already, but how the fuck does Eddie get to run a stable of crossdressed prostitutes out of a prison wing? I know it's this is a small disused block, but fuck me its prison property!!!!"

"Oh my god Michele for some one who is so smart you are so dumb!"

"Who the fuck do you think is Eddie's partner? It’s the Governor you fucking idiot!"

I let that settle in. So it was going to be no use going to the prison authorities with my complaints; I would just have to figure a way to use my money and outside influence to go higher up the chain of authority to rescue me.

I looked at myself in the mirror; it amazed me how quickly I had got the hang of applying makeup. I had on thick coat of foundation and powder, rouged cheeks, heavily lined and mascaraed eyes, mauve over pink eye shadow, and my dark ruby red lips. I sure knew how to look like a slut after only one night!

Charlotte's makeup was even heavier than mine, and her plump bright red lips and chubby face, gave her a slutty girly look. She picked up her makeup case and stood to leave,

"Did Carmel tell you not to leave anything in here? Those other bitches will steal your knickers while you're still wearing them if they can get away with it!" she laughed.

I fell into step beside her,

"But what did you mean by me being 'talk of the nick'" I asked again.

"Oh whenever a new girl starts the punters are always interested. Eddie can charge them more because you are new, undamaged goods, but of course he has throw the senior guards a few 'freebies' to keep them on side."

"He will probably limit the amount of punters you see for the first few nights, but after that you will be the most popular girl at the ball!" she laughed.

"You like this don't you; this life?" I asked trying to keep the disgust out my voice.

"Oh Michele, I didn't like it at first, but now I love it! I work all night and sleep all day and Eddie gives me anything I want!"

"I hated it so much when I first started that I though if I got fat none of the punters would want me. I was already a bit plump so I put on another 10 kilos; guess what? Some of the punters just love us larger girls!" she giggled.

"After six months of hating myself I started to realise I liked it. I bet you have already had a few twinges in the clitty whilst those naughty men have had their way with you?" she chuckled.

"See ya," she whispered as we came adjacent to her workroom cell and slipped though the door.

I though to myself: 'How can she know? Twinges! Twinges!! I have had an orgasm for god's sake!!!' My god I hope I never get to like this wretched existence like the other wretched girls!

I entered my cell and sat on the bed. It appeared none of the other girls had punters either for now as they were either adjusting their makeup in their wardrobe mirrors or changing into robes to go to the shower and bath block. Through the bars I saw Carmel lounging on her large work cot surrounded by her mountain of satin pillows; she had the obligatory menthol cigarette and was reading a fashion magazine by the dim red light of her lamp.

To my disappointment it looked like this night's training had paid off; I knew exactly what to do next! I had been brainwashed to some extent. Without further thought I selected a brunette shoulder length wig and adjusted it in place. I opened the drawer and took out a set of matching white satin full cut panties, bra, and garter belt. I put the bra in place and tucked the breastforms into the cups. I selected a pair of diaphanous skin toned stockings that were embellished by black seams and black, reinforced heel and toes. I slipped into the garter belt, sat on the bed and slid the exquisite cool nylons onto my legs, fastening them to the garter clips. I smoothed each stocking out along my legs and adjusted the seams so they lay in the centre of the back of my legs.

I sat there stroking my legs, feeling the luxury of the expensive nylons sending little electric waves of pleasure though my body. I don't know how long I had been caressing my nyloned legs when I snapped out of the reverie.

"I will not surrender to this perversion!" I told myself.

I slipped the sleek white nylon panties up my legs and stood to adjust them in place, the little electric shocks from the swish of the nylon on nylon as they slid up my legs caused my penis to spasm involuntarily. I concentrated and pushed my wrinkled penis into the snug silken gusset of the full cut panties.

I walked to the robe and selected a white leather miniskirt and peach satin blouse. The satin of the blouse on my bare skin was again cool and luxurious; I had trouble with the buttons because they were on the wrong side. I sat on the bed again and put on the strappy white high-heeled open toe sandals that I had selected. The reinforced heels and toes of my nylons made a sexy display. I stood up and stepped into the white leather mini and hitched it up, tucking the blouse into the waistband and zipping the skirt at the side.

I went to my jewellery box and selected a small plain gold bracelet, which I fastened around my ankle. It glowed in the dim light, set off by the contrast of my silky flesh toned stockings, reinforced nylon stocking heels and the white leather ankle straps of my high heels.

I selected a simple gold chain for my neck and plain gold drop earrings. I slipped two gold and emerald rings onto my fingers. I noted my ruby red fingernail nail polish was chipped, but in this light who cared. I wondered how much, if any, of this jewellery was real.

I looked at myself in the full-length mirror. I saw a mature, sexy woman with brunette shoulder-length hair, wearing heavy makeup and a lovely peach satin blouse. Her jewellery was exquisite, the emerald rings on her finger contrasting with her red polished fingernails, the simple gold neck chain resting where the hint of her breasts began to rise in the satin blouse.

Her tight white leather skirt stretched across her tiny little pot belly and clung to her well formed thighs, the hem resting against her sheer nyloned thighs, displaying just a hint of dark nylon stocking tops. Following her well-formed legs down, they are encased in gossamer thin, flesh toned, nylon stockings with sexy black back-seams. The black reinforced heels and toes of her stockings peeked through the high-heeled sandals, a glimpse of red nail-polished toes just visible through the nylon. The strappy white high heel sandals pushed her feet up at the heels so that her toned calves glittered in their nylon casing, the gold anklet smoulders in the red light.

I reach out and apply a coat of powder to my lower neck and decolletage where it disappears into the satin blouse. The final touch. I look gorgeous, sophisticated but highly desirable. I look eminently fuckable!!!

I turn around and Carmel and Charlotte are in the corridor leaning on the bars of my cell and looking in; cigarette smoke drifts past Carmel's heavily made-up face and creates a halo around the jet-black hair she is wearing teased high on her head and descending past her shoulders. Her heavy Goth makeup, red lips and pale skin make her look like the caricature of a vampire in the movies. This image is reinforced by the skin-tight, black satin sleeveless dress that clings to her body and descends to her ankles. The dress is split up to the waist and one leg encased in sheer black nylon is on display to up to her thigh.

'Sheer to the waist pantyhose,' I thought to myself, then: 'Stop thinking like that; you are not a woman!'

Carmel's outfit is completed with black, satin, opera length gloves, patent leather spiked high heels and a profuseness of silver jewellery. She has a huge silver cross around her neck, long silver ear drops and silver bangles on both wrists.

Charlotte has gone punk and even though she is a big girl she carries it off somehow. The heavy makeup she applied in the shower block has been enhanced even further with more black eyeliner surrounding both of her bright blue eyes. She has extended the dark pink blush from her cheeks to the corner of her eyes and added a powder blue blush to it as a contrast. Her bright red full lips have been glossed and she has added glitter to the abundant multi-coloured eyeshadow that extends from her eyelids up to her eyebrows. Her plump pretty face is framed in a shocking, frizzy, bottle blonde wig that has pink and blue streaks running though it.

She wears a black sequined top that is slashed and torn, her red lacy bra visible in some places through the tears. Written across the front of the ripped garment in silver sequins are the words: "Fuck Slut". She is wearing a red Lycra mini that barely covers her crotch; the waistband bulges around her big belly. She is wearing ripped black fishnet stockings attached to red garters that match her bra. The fishnet stockings stop halfway up her fat thighs and I can see she is wearing shiny taupe dance tights underneath as a foundation garment; the heavy lycra shimmering in the dim red light. Her feet are clad in the tallest high-heeled pumps that I have ever seen; the heels have to be ten inches high. Charlotte has finished the outfit with outrageous jewellery. She has four gold studs in each earlobe, so many gold chains around her neck that I can't count them, and as many bangles on both wrists. Ornate safety pins decorate her torn blouse and micro mini. A gold chain runs from one earring to a gold stud in her nose.

"You look gorgeous Michele," Carmel whispers through the bars.

I wondered if she had read my mind when I was standing in front of the mirror admiring myself.

"Well, I have to say you girls are looking something special. Special fetish requests from the punters?" I enquired.

"Well no Michele; there are no more punters tonight; we're closed for business." Carmel responded lighting yet another menthol cigarette and blowing a cloud of blue smoke towards me.

"Thank fuck for that," I breathed with a sigh of relief.

"Now I can get out of these stupid fucking women's clothes and get back to my own cell!" I said, relived that the evening had come to an end.

Carmel and Charlotte stepped into my workroom cell, silently closed the door, and leaned back menacingly against the bars,

"Oh no Michele, you don't understand! We've finished with punters tonight, but WE haven't finished with you!!!"

 

To be continued……………………………………………….

“What did you think?” Amy asked.

 

“Well, let’s see…” I started to answer, “You gave me the best blowjob I’ve ever gotten, sucking your dick was about the best thing ever, and sharing your cum with you was incredible…all in all, I’d say it went well.” Amy smiled and walked over to sit with me on the couch. We sat quietly drinking our Gatorade for a few seconds until I decided to say something, “Ames, when you came, I swallowed probably a third of it, quite a bit dripped from my mouth, then a lot spilled on your boobs, and there was still so much…do you always cum that much?”

 

“Not always, but most of the time it’s pretty close to that. You did a really good job sucking me off though, that definitely helped. I didn’t think there would be that much ‘cause I jacked off before you picked me up tonight. I’ve had to do that a lot lately…I’ve been really excited about tonight.”

 

“Do you always swallow your own cum? ‘Cause, if you do, I gotta say, I’m impressed. You must really like it.” Amy just smiled as some blush showed on her cheeks.

 

“What about you? Did you like it?”

 

I thought for a second and responded, “Well, it wasn’t bad. I mean, it didn’t taste great, but it felt great. Feeling your warm cum going down my throat was awesome.” Just then sounds started coming down from upstairs. It surprised me at first, until I remembered that Karissa and Brian had hurried to her room when they got there. I could hear Karissa moaning. “They must be having fun.”

 

Amy had started laughing mildly when Karissa’s whimpers of pleasure reached the living room. “She does enjoy getting pounded. I’ve never known anybody who likes it as hard as she does.” This brought a thought to my mind.

 

“So, she doesn’t have, I mean, she isn’t like you?” I asked.

 

“No, she’s a normal girl. And she’s got a really small, tight pussy.”

 

After a short pause, I asked, “So do you two ever…?”

 

“Not as much as we would like,” Amy answered before I finished asking, “We do it probably once a week. Our mom is home a lot. When we used to share a room we would do it almost every day, but when Nathan left for college and I took his room that kinda stopped. Now I sleep downstairs, and it’s just too hard for either of us to sneak into the other’s room without waking up our parents. Whenever mom and dad go out we can really go at it, but other than that we have to just fool around a little bit here and there during the day. Karissa loves anal though, I usually butt-fuck her when our parents are out. That butt-plug you’re holding is hers.”

 

I had been looking through the paper bag that Amy had thrown me earlier. “Wow,” I said, “This has actually been in her ass? All the times I fantasized about her ass, and now I’m holding her butt-plug.”

 

Amy suppressed a small giggle and said, “Yeah, I bought it for her for her birthday last year. We both use it, but I only can when she isn’t, which isn’t as often as I’d like, she loves that thing,” Amy laughed a little bit as she said this. “When she gets home from track practice, she usually puts it in and keeps it there till dinner. Sometimes she even sleeps with it in!” I was amazed at this, I had no idea anybody could like having something in their ass that much. Just then Karissa let out a loud moan followed by several repetitions of “oh my God.” I knew she was cumming. I drifted off into a daydream about her. Karissa was the cutest sophomore at our school, she had blonde hair that went just past her shoulders, brown eyes, a really white smile (just like her sister), and since she ran track, her body was pretty thin. Her legs were muscular, and her ass firm. She had small boobs, I’m not sure what size, but I’d venture a guess that they were mid-A cups. Karissa always wore tight jeans and colorful, loose tops, which was a good wardrobe choice since it accentuated her great lower body and made her small breasts appear larger. She had started at the high school her freshman year because she wanted to get the “high school experience”. That year, when I was a sophomore, she was a football cheerleader, she distracted me every game, which I didn’t mind too much since I hardly ever played anyway.

 

As I was thinking about Karissa’s body and imagining what she would look like under her clothes Amy spoke up, “You know, I’m sure that if I was given a few minutes I could convince Karissa to join us.” Just as I was about to tell her how much I would love that, Brian let out a loud groan, he had obviously climaxed as well. “Okay, if you want her to, you’ll have to give me some time to talk to her. She never lets guys stay for very long after they finish, so you go and take a shower in my bathroom, and I’ll go upstairs and talk to her and make sure Brian leaves. Make sure you’re in there for at least 20 minutes ‘kay?” I was going to say ‘alright’ but before I could she hopped up and headed toward the staircase. Amy looked back and said, “Hurry up,” then quickly went upstairs. As she went I watched her tits and cock bounce. When she was out of sight I leapt to my feet and hurried to her shower.

 

As I was showering I made sure to clean my dick and ensured that my sphincter was clean. Tonight I could have Karissa’s butt-plug or even Amy’s dick in it, and I wanted to be ready. I periodically poked my head out from behind the shower curtain to glance at the clock. After 20 minutes had passed I got out and dried off quickly. I put the towel around my waist and stepped from the bathroom. I walked through Amy’s room and into the living room. I expected to see Amy and Karissa fucking on the floor, but to my surprise, I saw only Amy, sitting alone on the couch watching TV. I looked out the window and saw Brian’s car was still there. “Oh well,” I thought to myself, “Hell, I got Amy, I guess wanting Karissa too was selfish. I can still fuck Ames, and maybe she will fuck me too…” I had desperately wanted to fuck Karissa though. I sat behind her in U.S. History, and I fantasized about her almost daily. I had had a crush on her for years after I met her. From 7^th to 10^th grade she was all I thought about, but I had never been able to get close to her. “And here, tonight,” I thought to myself, “I was foolish enough to think I might get to fuck her…”

 

I walked up behind the couch where Amy sat, naked. I stood behind her and looked down at her body. Her boobs showed remnants of where her cum had landed, and where I had licked it off. Her nipples were perky, and her dick was semi hard. Just as I was about to tell her that not getting Karissa to join was alright and that all I needed was her, I heard somebody in the kitchen. I looked to my left and stopped in my tracks. Karissa walked into the living room completely nude with a bottle of water in each hand. Her breasts may have been small, but they were round and perky. The nipples were small and pink. Her stomach was firm and she was tan all over. When my eyes finally came to rest on her pussy, my mouth dropped open. It was shaved clean except for a small rectangle of very light brown hair on her crotch above the pussy. Karissa walked over to the couch, handed Amy a bottle of water, then turned to me and asked if I wanted one. “Sure,” I said. She turned to go back to the kitchen and when I looked to watch her ass as she walked I saw the square base of her purple butt-plug sticking out. My eyes widened at this as Amy reached over the back of the couch and wrapped her fingers around my now hard cock.

 

“I thought you’d like her. Wait till you’re in her pussy…it’s amazing,” Amy said as she looked into my eyes. I went around the couch and sat next to Amy. I laid my hand across her lap and started squeezing her cock. “I think you should put this on,” Amy said as she held up a condom, “I don’t know how long Karissa is gonna wanna wait.” Amy then opened the condom package and started rolling it down my dick.

 

“What about Brian? Is he in the kitchen?” I asked.

 

Amy smiled and replied, “No, he was pretty drunk so Karissa called Kyle to come get him. You have us all to yourself.”

 

Karissa walked in with another bottle of water and handed it to me. She stood in front of the couch between where Amy and I were sitting and said, “Well, well, well…” she bent down, grabbed my cock head with her thumb and forefinger, and went on, “A bit presumptuous, don’tcha think?” I smiled nervously and looked to Amy, who just smiled wickedly at me. Karissa continued, “I’m gonna jump in the upstairs shower for a few minutes, you two have fun.” She turned around and bent over slightly and asked in a really seductive voice, “Matt, will you get that for me?” I reached out, grabbed the base of the purple butt-plug, and started pulling it out. However, Karissa tightened her rectal muscles, and as I started pulling harder she opened her mouth and moaned slightly. When it finally popped out she let a sexy whimper leave her mouth. Karissa stood back up and as she started walking up the stairs she looked back and said, “It’s a good thing you got it out, you’ll need it more than I will.” She then winked at Amy and disappeared down the hallway.

 

It was then that I felt Amy pulling the butt-plug away from me. I looked over in time to see her start rubbing KY Warming Liquid on it. “Roll on your side,” Amy whispered sweetly with a smirk on her face. I hesitated and she continued to say matter-of-factly, “Well come on, your ass isn’t going to loosen itself up.” I leaned to my right, away from Amy and when I was on my side, I felt her fingers massaging my ass with the KY. When she removed them at first I was disappointed, but when I felt the butt-plug start to poke into me, I was nervous. I was just about to ask Amy to wait when she pushed it in seemingly as hard as she could. I groaned in pain as it stretched me. She started pulling it out and then rammed it back in, she did this again, and again, fucking me with it. After probably 30 seconds she forced it in and left it there, telling me to sit up. I did and as I did I could feel my weight pushing it in farther. I closed my eyes and Amy’s hand began rubbing my dick. I looked down and she was lubing it up with the KY. She then stood up, and still facing away from me, maneuvered herself over me. She lowered her body until she was almost on my lap. Amy reached down and adjusted my dick so that it was at the entrance of her amazing ass. Then she lowered herself onto it slowly, but before all of it was in she rose back up just as slow as she had come down. After repeating this several times, Amy suddenly slammed her ass down into my lap and my cock was thrust into her. She rapidly began riding me. Every time Amy’s ass hit my lap it forced me lower which, in turn, forced the butt-plug farther into my ass. Both sides felt great, and I knew that it was just a matter of time before I blew my load. I reached my hand around and grabbed Amy’s rapidly bouncing 8 inch cock and started pumping her as quickly as I could, although as fast as she was moving it was difficult to maintain a normal “jacking” motion. “Aww yeah…jack me off…” Amy commanded, “And tell me before you start to cum…”

 

After a couple minutes of Amy slamming her ass down, (virtually impaling herself on my dick), having the butt-plug driven into my ass, and feeling Amy’s nice big dick in my hand I knew I was going to cream in the condom so I let the words escape, “Ames, I’m gonna shoot…” As soon as I said this Amy leapt from my lap.

 

I expected her to drop to her knees and begin sucking for her life, but she just turned around and said, “Not yet…has our purple friend got you ready?” I felt a little cheated, but I didn’t want to upset the girl who was making my dreams come true so I simply nodded. “Good, it’s my turn then…get on all fours on the floor.” I did as she said and not a second later she was on her knees behind me. Amy pulled the butt-plug from my ass and rammed it into her own as she whined with what sounded like pleasure mixed with relief. She wasted no more time as she reached back and pulled a condom from the paper bag. Immediately, the extra-large rubber was opened and on her sweet meat. Amy started rubbing her cock-head against my anus, and after a while I just wanted it inside me. Finally Amy took hold of my hips and forced her big member in my body. There was no slow stuff like when she first started riding me, I was being straight up fucked in the ass by the hottest girl in school…and I was loving it.

 

Karissa came slowly down the stairs and walked up to where I was getting hammered. “I think I’ll just lay down here.” She laid on the floor with her pussy right under my face, looked at me, and said “Do it, you know you want to.” Did I  ever! I dove forward licking and sucking everything I could get to. I buried my tongue deep in her pussy and licked like there was no tomorrow. I pulled my head away and took her left pussy lip in my mouth and sucked on it desperately. I then moved to the right and did the same. After I had had enough of her delicious lips, I pulled my head back, looked her straight in the eyes, and looked at her as if I was asking permission. “Yes, do it! Suck my clit!” she begged me. Who was I to deny such a sweet and innocent girl such a simple wish. I popped the small pink bud in between my lips and started sucking on it like a pacifier. “Fuck him Amy…pound him good…” Karissa moaned roughly.

 

Amy’s cock was sliding in and out of my ass and I was going wild on Karissa’s pussy. My dick was throbbing, so I took my left arm, keeping my right steady for balance, and started jacking myself off. Karissa was moaning desperately now, I knew she was getting close so I kicked my mouth into overdrive. Licking up and down her pussy frequently stopping to suck on her clit. The pussy in my mouth started convulsing and Karissa’s juices started flowing freely. I kept sucking her clit until she cried out, “Oh God…stop, stop, stop…I can’t take it anymore…” as she pushed my head away from her sweet spot. She laid their spent for a couple minutes as Amy fucked me relentlessly. Karissa slowly rolled over and crawled up to me face-to-face and grabbed my hair. She then pulled my head closer to her and started kissing me deeply. Karissa’s tongue darted around my mouth as she kissed me and Amy’s cock slid smoothly as she fucked my ass.

 

All of a sudden Amy pulled her dick out of my ass, stood up, and walked over to where I was kissing her sister. Karissa rolled the condom off her sister’s cock and grabbed its base. Amy said, “Deep throat it.” Karissa wasted no time, she plunged her head forward; instantly the 8 inch cock disappeared. My jaw dropped in amazement as she pulled her head back and thrust it forward once more. As Karissa deep throated the cock in front of her I leaned in and began licking Amy’s balls. As I was taking one at a time into my mouth and gently sucking on it Karissa was working her sister’s member like an expert.

 

Karissa pulled her head back to catch her breath and Amy’s dick bounced freely. I took this opportunity to slide the nice warm rod into my own mouth, and began sucking with vigor. I looked up to see Amy starring at me smiling. I pulled my head back so just Amy’s cock-head was in my mouth. I sucked on it hard before popping it out of my mouth, then sucking it back in. I repeated this several times and Amy’s smile widened as she started giggling. “You actually enjoy sucking me don’t you? I didn’t think any guy would ever wanna give me head,” she said laughingly.

 

I popped Amy’s cock-head out of my mouth once more and replied, “Well, what can I say? I just can’t control myself, you’ve got one delicious cock here Ames. I’ve been into shemale porn for a while, and I’ve imagined sucking a girls dick before…but I never thought it would be this fun.”

 

“I am so glad I found you…” Amy said, “You know, Jaymes only sucked my dick once, and I had to get him really drunk. He never let me fuck him either.”

 

I was a little surprised at this. Jaymes had been Amy’s boyfriend before he gone away to college that fall. I asked, “How did you get off then? I mean, if he never sucked you, and didn’t let you fuck him, did you guys have sex very much?”

 

“Well,” as Amy began speaking I felt breath on my cock and realized Karissa had gotten bored with the conversation and decided to busy herself. I felt Karissa bring my dick into her warm mouth as Amy continued. “We did fool around a lot, usually he would have me suck his dick for a while, then he fucked my ass until he was almost ready to cum, then I would finish him. Sometimes after he came, he would give me a handjob, but most of the time he would kiss me or play with my boobs while I jacked off. He always made sure he got off first though. Except for once, he had me jack off and cum in a glass. Then while he was fucking me he poured my cum all over my boobs and had me give myself a cum-covered tit massage.” She paused and then addressed her sister, “Karissa, when he cums don’t swallow all of it, save me some.” She responded with a muffled “mmm-hmm” before Amy went on, “Anyway, enough about him…I’m just happy I found a guy who not only sucks me off, but swallows my cum!”

 

Amy continued to giggle as I tossed my head back and enjoyed the sensation of my cock in Karissa’s mouth. “She’s good isn’t she?” I opened my mouth to answer Amy’s question but before I could she continued, “Wait Karissa, I’ve gotta better idea. You’ve got to let him fuck you…her pussy is so tight, it’s unbelievable.” Karissa let my dick slip from her mouth and rose to her feet. She walked over to the couch and laid down with her legs spread. I hurried over and got between those muscular tan legs, reached down, grabbed her ass, and lifted her pelvis up off the couch cushion, level with my cock. Amy was standing beside the couch and spread Karissa's pussy lips for me. I pressed the head of my member up against Karissa's opening, it was so wet and so hot I almost felt like I could blow my load then. I pushed forward with my pelvis and I began entering her. Amy was right, I had never felt a pussy so tight before. I pushed until I was about 1/3 of the way in, then I withdrew a bit and pushed back in, deeper this time. I continued like this until my cock was inserted to the hilt every time I went in. At this point I began thrusting harder and faster. As I increased my speed and force Karissa started to get more into it. “Pound her, just pound the slut. I want you to fuck my little sister harder,” Amy had long since removed her hands from Karissa’s pussy and was providing verbal encouragement.

 

Amy stepped up onto the couch with a leg on either side of her sister facing me. She inched closer to me, her cock bobbing in front of me was too enticing to pass up. I stretched my neck out so my extended tongue could reach her wonderful dick. I licked Amy’s cock-head while I fucked Karissa. Amy moved closer, I was then able to start sucking her properly. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensational feelings I was experiencing as my cock slid in and out of Karissa’s pussy and her sister fucked my face. I felt Amy’s cock as it filled my mouth and pushed down my throat when she would thrust forward. After several minutes, Karissa started breathing harder and moaning as her orgasm built. When she finally came she was almost screaming. The friction of the blonde’s pussy combined with her brunette sister’s cock was like heaven, but when Karissa’s pussy started to spasm I wished it would never end. The pleasure was too much though, and I felt myself getting ready to cum. I attempted to pull my head away from Amy’s cock to tell them I was close, but Amy had her hands on the back of my head and refused to let her dick leave my mouth.

 

Luckily for me, Karissa had become over sensitive after cumming and panted, “Amy…let him go…I can’t take any…more of this…” Amy released my head and withdrew her penis from my mouth. I slid my cock out of the tight pussy that I had been so enjoying and told them I was about to cum. Karissa immediately whirled around and engulfed my dick, trying to suck the cum right out. It didn’t take very long. I shot 2 or 3 shots in her mouth before she pulled it out and positioned it so that the next 3 or 4 shots landed on her face. She sucked the rest from my member and gathered all that she had collected in her mouth and gathered it on her tongue, which she stuck out for Amy and I to see. She drew her tongue back inside her mouth and swallowed. Amy sat beside Karissa on the couch and began licking and slurping the rest of my cum of her sister’s face.

 

I just sat and watched as the two sisters shared my cum and kissed. I was spent, and I knew I couldn’t go much longer. But Karissa and I had came twice, and Amy only had once, I knew that my work was not done. I turned my head from the beautiful sight before me to check the time, it was now 3:45 am. I was looking forward to the rest of the day.

Once back at my place I got us another drink and settled in on the couch.  I live alone because it gives me greater freedom with my "relationships."  Also it spares the girls from taking the infamous "walk of shame."  I could tell Irene was nervous so I made small talk to help her relax.  When I sensed the time was right, I leaned in and kissed her.  She responded by wrapping her arms around me and thrusting her tounge inside my mouth.

Slowly I kissed down her neck and bared her perfect breasts.  I sucked first one and then the other of her nipples, gently tugging them with my teeth.  She pushed me onto my back and undid my pants.  Pulling off my pants and boxers in one motion, she seized my cock and began sucking on it like a fiend.

I was in ecstacy.  This was positively the best blowjob I had ever had, bar none.  It wasn't long before I was jetting my cum into her mouth.  She swallowed my load and continued sucking until she had drained every last drop of cum from my cock.

Sitting up she licked her lips and said, "That was fun."

"It's your turn now," I replied.

"I should go now."

"Why? Because you're a lesbian?  I can still give you a good time."

"You don't understand," she pleaded, "I'm different."

Taking her hand I said, "It doesn't matter."  I kissed her lips in an attempt to relieve her tension.  I laid her back on the couch and began gently kissing her neck.  While continuing to kiss her neck, I pushed her dress off of her hips and pulled off her panties.  Rubbing the inside of her thigh I slid my hand upward toward her crotch.  And recieved the biggest shock of my life!

"Holy Shit!!" I cried as my hand grabbed a huge hard on.

"I tried to tell you," she said as tears began to fill her eyes.

Recovering from my initial shock I just stared, completely transfixed.  She tried to get up but I held her down.  Slowly I took her cock in my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.  She let out a low moan so I began to stroke it.  She moaned louder and started to thrust her hips with each stroke of my hand.

What the hell was I doing?  Here I was with my hand on someone else's cock!  It was absurd!  I couldn't control myself anymore.  In a trance like state I lowered my head towards her cock, gingerly touching my tounge to the head.  There was a drop of pre-cum and I could taste its salty sweetness.

Slowly I took the head of her cock into my mouth.  I couldn't believe it, I was actually sucking cock!  I worked more and more of it into my mouth until I had the entire length of it and her balls were resting against my chin.  I withdrew it slowly before plunging all the way back down again.

Irene placed her hand on my head and began moving her hips back and forth, fucking my mouth as if it were a pussy.  She increased tempo and began burying her cock in my throat with each thrust.  Her breathing became ragged and she thrust  deep into my mouth, shooting her cum down my throat.  I swallowed all of it and continued sucking until she went limp.

Releasing her, i moved up and kissed her lips.  I carried her into the bedroom and laid her upon the bed.  Taking her cock in my mouth once again I began sucking until She had a rigid hard on again.  Irene leaned forward and kissed me and had me lay on my back.  She started sucking my cock again but quickly moved down to my ass hole.  She licked my sphincter for a minute, lubing it with her saliva.

When I was good and lubed, she lifted one of my legs over her shoulder and placed her cock at the entrance to my ass.  Very gently she pushed forward until my hole gave way and allowed her to penetrate me.  I cried out in pain but she very slowly began to move back and forth, going a little deeper with each stroke.  After she was all the way in she began to fuck me very slowly. 

At first the pain was almost unbearable but it soon faded and was replaced with sheer pleasure.  She continued to fuck me, moving faster and faster until she was pounding my ass like a cheap whore.  Reaching down I grabbed my cock and began stroking it in time with her thrusts.  It wasn't long before I shot my load all over my chest.  Almost immediately Irene drove all the way into my hole, let out a deep groan, and filled my ass with her cum.  Collapsing on my chest, she kissed me passionatley, and we drifted off to sleep.  This was one hell of a way to win a bet. 

The micro reactors were so cheap to make that they were immediately mass-produced on such a scale that within ten years every object produced my man that required an energy source was powered by a GAC micro atomic generator. Poverty disappeared; wars ceased to be fought; pollution was a dim memory of the past; and every power station in the world was dismantled. Unbeknownst to anyone GAC micro atomic generators emitted powerful zeta radiation that could not be detected by any man made instrument at the time. Zeta radiation is not life threatening to humans and has no effect on any other organism on the globe. It does have one effect on the female of the human species that was not to become apparent for some time.

At 1600 EST on March 13 in the year 2050 AD the UN announced that General Atomics Corporation had destroyed mankind. By then it was proven beyond any doubt that the zeta radiation emitted by GAC micro atomic reactors was the reason every woman in the world was sterile. The world was doomed.

At 0917 EST on April 16 in the year 2125 AD the last human being walking the planet Earth died. Clocks continued to tick, elevators waited for passengers that would never appear, automatic machinery continued to run, vacant offices and department stores were kept cool by air-conditioners and every man made appliance was fully functional; after all, they were powered by GAC micro atomic generators, and they had a one thousand year guarantee.

Five years before GAC had released its world saving (and world destroying) invention on the world, the governments of the first world countries of the world had agreed to conduct a radical experiment. At a number of secret locations throughout the modern world, volunteers had been placed in suspended animation in cryogenic facilities. The volunteers were mainly single men. They had no special skills or scientific training; they were simply ‘guinea pigs’ with no families or friends to miss them. The plan had been to see if humans could be preserved for extraordinary periods of time in the event that global warming put an end to man’s existence.

The experiment was really mute once GAC announced the invention of their micro atomic generators and the resultant reprieve for the world’s environment; but the scientists decided to continue with the test as it may provide useful data about extended hibernation in the event that the micro atomic generators could be used for inter-stellar travel. In fact all of the cryogenic facilities were retrofitted with GAC micro atomic generators to ensure they had an inexhaustible power supply. The volunteers in their cryogenic stasis were blissfully unaware of what had happened to the world while they slept peacefully for a hundred and fifty years. By the time the clocks ticked over to 0001 on January 01 in the year 2130 AD they were the only living human beings on a planet that had hundreds of fully functioning modern cities but was devoid of human habitation. My story begins.

My name is Michael, a forty four year old male, and I was one of the volunteers who participated in the extended stasis experiment. My cryo-chamber opened on time, and I emerged, along with my fellow cryo-volunteers, from my extended sleep to find all of the machinery and paraphernalia required to enable human existence was fully functional and yet the world was abandoned of human life.

It took myself, Steve and Jeff about a week to figure out exactly what had happened to mankind. At first we were stunned and then, when we got over the shock, we decided to make the best of a world abandoned by its creators. We moved into a secure compound, and foraying into the nearby city, we acquired all of the trappings we needed to live comfortably. We had three separate houses with all of the latest gadgets. Everything ran perfectly and mostly automatically, powered of course by GAC micro generators. We filled our houses with every form of entertainment available: three-dimensional holographic video projectors, fully integrated sound systems, and the latest computer games. Of course there were no interactive Internet websites, although most websites were still running; their servers and super-computers run by GAC micro atomic generator.

We found food abundant; advances in cryo technology meant that produce could be frozen and remain edible for centuries (the irony of this was not lost on us). We had everything we needed to sustain us for the rest of our lives. Everything except contact with other humans beside ourselves; and of course no women to fulfil our sexual desires. Jeff acquired a powerful transmitter and we spent days trying to contact the other volunteers of the cryogenic experiment who must have emerged at the same time as we did in their secret locations around the globe, but we had no success. Because of the secrecy surrounding the project we didn’t even know who they were, how many there were, or where they were located. We eventually became resigned to our fate and settled down to live out our lives in as much comfort as possible, leaving the transmitter and receiver to operate automatically.

After a six months of each other’s company we pretty much retired to our own homes within the compound. It was a sad reality that we craved the company of other human beings but were sick of our own company. This arrangement and the privacy we now all craved actually suited me more than I was prepared to say. You see I have a secret that the other two know nothing about; that very few people had ever known anything about. It was a secret that I had lived with before I volunteered for the cryo experiment and a secret I have no intention of sharing with my two male survivors. I am a transvestite.

Jeff, Steve and I agreed to meet every Friday at one of our houses in the compound on an alternate basis. Why we chose Friday (the start of the weekend had no relevance to us now) was beyond us; we just mutually agreed to the day. We would not disturb each other outside of our Friday evening get togethers unless there was an emergency. We all craved our privacy, me most of all. Now that I lived in relative privacy, I decided that I could practice my crossdressing peccadillos as often as I wanted.

I drove into town and acquired all the trappings I needed to fulfil my transvestite fantasies. I went to various shops and took makeup, perfume, jewellery, lingerie, shoes, wigs, skirts, blouses and suits. From chemists shops I selected a variety of shavers, hair removal cream, and lubricants. I visited sex shops and helped myself to vibrators, dildos, a life-like male sex doll, fetish clothing and holographic transvestite video pornography. I smuggled it all into my house, locked the doors, closed the curtains and commenced to live my life as my alter ego: Michele.

I took all of my acquisitions into the second bedroom and ensuite bathroom of my house and filled the drawers, shelves, cupboards and wardrobes with my girly goodies. I put black satin sheets on the bed, installed a computer, a holographic video player and set up a digital video camera. I put in a huge dressing table complete with lighted mirror, wig stands, makeup case and jewellery box. When I had the bedroom and ensuite set up exactly as I wanted, I installed a phone line and intercom system to the front door and then put a huge deadlock on the bedroom door. My plan was that while I was in this room, which I called ‘Michele’s Playroom’, I would be Michele and play whatever girly games took my fancy. The intercom and phone systems would give me some time to transform back into Michael in the event of an unannounced visit from either of the other two men with whom I shared planet earth.

I knew it would be risky; being dressed up as a woman with the only other men in the world (that I knew existed anyway) living close by; but I figured I had reduced the risk as much as I could. If I had to live in a world without the comfort of contact with women; then I would enjoy as much time as I could pretending to be one. I am not gay but I have been crossdressing all my life since my early teens. I must admit to having fantasies of being with men whilst I am dressed as Michele but I have never acted on them other than masturbation. All of my sexual encounters have been with women and I have enjoyed every one of them. But there are no longer any women in the world; my sex life will consist of fantasy, pornography and masturbation. There is no way I could even conceive of revealing my transvestite lifestyle to Jeff or Steve.

One evening when I decided I had done all I could to ensure that I could enjoy my solitary transvestite fun without getting caught out, I went about making the changes I needed to transform from Michael to Michele. I entered Michele’s Playroom and carefully locked the door.

I had already begun to allow my nails to grow long; not long enough to be too noticeable, but long enough to be feminine when filed and painted. I took a long bath and after soaking for an hour I carefully shaved my legs, feet, arms, hands, under-arms, chest and stomach. I had trimmed my pubic hair right down to stubble before I entered the bath and I now shaved my pubis to a nice shape and then carefully shaved my scrotum.

I have only a small thatch of hair in the small of my back, which I shaved with the razor to the best of my ability. I got out of the bath and dried myself and then applied hair-removing cream to the remaining stubble in the small of my back and over and in between my buttocks, paying particular attention to the area around my anus. I shaved my face carefully, twice, so that there was no rasping when I ran my hands over my chin, cheeks and neck. Finally I trimmed my eyebrows and shaped them as best I could so that they would not look too feminine when I was dressed in drab as Michael.

I showered to rinse off the hair remover and remaining suds, towelled off and then slipping into a satin bath robe I sat before my dressing table ready to begin my first transformation from Michael to Michele in over one hundred and fifty years. Although it was over a century in real time, to me it seemed like only a few months since I had dressed as a woman because the stasis condition induced by the cryogenic chamber made it seem just like being asleep for one night. But as any committed transvestite or crossdresser knows, a few months without dressing felt like an eternity.

My usual ritual began; I looked at the amassed cosmetics, wigs and womanly accoutrements laid out before me, sighed with bliss and began to work on my makeup. First I applied a liberal amount of foundation, a slightly shade darker than my natural skin tone. Next I brushed a coating of face powder all over my face to set the foundation. I reached out and took a sip from the glass of the red wine I had poured prior to entering the Playroom; a nice Australian Shiraz, vintage 2125. I then went to work on my eyes.

I like to do my eyeliner next so that if I get it wrong I can clean it off and start over; if I apply the liner after I have my eyeshadow right, I get annoyed. I applied a thick line of black eyeliner to my upper and lower eyelids and then painted my eyelids with a blend of light blue and pink eyeshadow. I covered my eyelids and brushed it up to the top of my eye sockets. I brushed lashings of mascara on to my upper and lower eyelashes, allowing the mascara to set between coats whilst I sipped the Shiraz. No need to rush after all its not as if I’m going out or meeting anyone!

Having finished with my eyes and happy with the results I rouged my cheeks and then applied two generous coats of liquid lipstick. Perfect! I was happy with the results; my face was heavily but carefully madeup; a sort of middle aged slut look that I liked. I applied a final light coating of face powder to give my face a lovely glow. I took my time applying two coats of plum red nail polish to my finger and toenails; gulping red wine between coats and refilling my glass. I selected a raven black bob wig that just brushed the nape of my neck, the fringe falling across my eyebrows. I loved the result!

I rummaged in the jewelbox and put two silver necklaces around my neck and matching bangles on both wrists. I clipped silver drop earings to my ears and laid out an anklet for later, after I had put on my stockings. I was now getting a little aroused and a droplet of clear seminal fluid dripped from the eye of my penis. Now for the best part of dressing; slipping into my lingerie!

I shimmied into a black satin garter belt and slid fully-fashioned taupe stockings on my legs. I smoothed the sleek nylons taught, straitening the seams and pulling the reinforced tops up to the tops of my thighs and attached the garter straps. Then I slid into a pair of pink nylon boy-leg panties, pushing my penis between my legs. I clipped the silver anklet around my right ankle being careful not to ladder my stocking.

I was so happy that despite the passage of time, sexy lingerie had not changed, right up until their extinction women had still craved sensuous slinky underwear. Next I slipped into a black satin push-up bra; I stuffed the latex breastforms I had taken from a sex shop into the cups and adjusted them to look as natural as possible. I eased a white satin full-slip over my head and let it fall, shivering with pleasure as the diaphanous material slithered down my body, especially when the hem ran down my stocking legs creating sparks of delight at the feel of the satin against the lycra and nylon hosiery.

I slipped into a navy blue rayon mini skirt and pulled it up and secured it at the waist and then pulled on long-sleeved white nylon blouse and tucked it into the waistband of my skirt. I had my usual struggle with buttons because they are on the ‘wrong side’. After collecting a pair of patent leather black high-heeled pumps I sat on the bed and slipped them on my nylon encased feet. I stood and looked in the full-length mirror.

"Beautiful Michele," I whispered and kissed my reflection.

My cock started to thicken, trapped in my nylon panties and I couldn’t help but slide my hand under my skirt and run the tips of my red fingernails over my panty clad silken cock. I closed my eyes and imagined it was a handsome man doing this naughty act. What I didn’t realise was that I actually did have a handsome man in my house!

When I opened my eyes a minute later I had the biggest shock of my life; right in front of my face was a huge throbbing penis! I looked up in surprise and there was Jeff smiling down at me, his hard cock sticking out of the fly of his jeans.

"Well don’t just look at it; swallow it you fucking queer!" he snarled and pushed his cock against my face.

Jeff rubbed his cock all over my face; laughing as he humiliated me.

I was stunned; how had he got in here? Why was he doing this? What could I do to stop him?

"Jeff; please, don’t do this. I won’t tell anyone ok?"

"You have to leave," I begged.

"Leave? Won’t tell anyone? What do you fucking think is happening here you stupid cunt!" he snarled.

"The world has ended; there are no women left. But there is this fucked up bloke who lives next door who likes to dress like a woman. He even calls himself Michele! So now by default you Michael, by changing yourself into Michele, have become the last woman in the world!"

"And now Michele is going to suck my dick or I’m going to punch her in the face," he hissed and pushed his engorged penis against my red lipsticked lips.

"Now open up bitch!" he warned and pulled my head into his groin.

Jeff’s cock filled my mouth and I started to gag. Jeff then held my head commenced raping my face. He thrust his pulsing, penis in and out of my mouth grunting as he fucked my face. I was stunned and had no way to react other that to sit there and let him commit this unspeakable act. My head was spinning trying to figure out how Jeff had hid in my room. How did he know I was a Transvestite? What could I do; it’s not like I could call the police is it?

It was strange feeling a cock in my mouth for the first time. It was not unpleasant; in fact in a way Jeff was forcing me to live out my fantasy. My lips clamped around his turgid penis and my tongue slid along his shaft; it was like I knew instinctively how to fellate a man. Jeff pushed my face back until just my lips circled his plum coloured knob; then pulled me forward against him as he thrust forward, forcing his turgid meat into my mouth. As a reflex I flicked my tongue along his shaft and glans and began to sense his enjoyment. Now he increased his attack on my virgin mouth and I tasted more and more of his pre-seminal fluid. He was groaning and panting.

"Yeah fucking whore! You like this don’t you! Take my cock bitch!" he growled.

He slammed forward hard and pushed my face into his groin and held it with two hands at the back of my head. His penis throbbed and erupted in my mouth and I felt the hot salty taste of his seed as it exploded from his glans. I started to gag and tried to force myself free as his semen flooded my mouth and slid down my throat.

"Take it bitch, take it!" Jeff howled in his orgasm.

"OH Yeah baby, on your face yes! On your face!"

Jeff pulled my face out his groin and held it close to his crotch with one hand; with the other he rubbed his still ejaculating penis all over my face. His ejaculate shot across my cheeks and landed on my eyelashes, a string of hot semen running across my face. Another spurt shot against my lips and up my nose. I felt stream after stream of semen scald my face and start to run down my neck. The thick gobbets of milky come smeared my cheeks, nose and lips. Looking out my eyes I could hardly see because of the ropes of hot come across my eyelids and lashes.

Jeff's orgasm started to subside and he continued to rub his cock all over my face. He smeared his spend all over me, it combined with my lipstick and makeup to make a hot sticky film that covered my face. Jeff stepped back and looked down at me, sitting on the bed, may face covered in come. Gobbets of semen glistened on my navy blue skirt and soaked into my taupe nylon stockings because some of Jeff’s fluids had run off my face.

Jeff smiled down evilly at me and began to unbuckle his belt.

"You’re not too fucking bad a cock sucker for a bloke Michele," he sniggered pushing his jeans down and unbuttoning his shirt.

"Now let’s see how the last woman left on the planet knows how to fuck?"

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"Now I can get out of these stupid fucking women's clothes and get back to my own cell!" I said, relived that the evening had come to an end.

Carmel and Charlotte stepped into my workroom cell, silently closed the door, and leaned back menacingly against the bars,

"Oh no Michele, you don't understand! We've finished with punters tonight, but WE haven't finished with you!!!"

 

Part VII

'Oh no!' I think to myself, 'all the degradation I have had to put with over the last seemingly endless hours, and now, just when I think it's over, these two have come for their pound of flesh!'

I look at the two transvestite hookers who have ominously just stepped into my cell, one is a seductive 'Vampira', the other a sexy slut punk, the shock and bewilderment is obvious on my face and for umpteenth time tonight I started to cry.

"Ok girls; please just get it over with as quickly as possible, and please don't hurt me, I'll do whatever you want but I don't want to get hurt any more," I implore, hoping they will take what they want quickly and then let me go.

"Oh Michele sweetheart," Carmel sighs moving towards me with her arms open, "you poor, silly sweet thing; we aren't here to hurt you; we're here to comfort you after your first night at work. Look!" she says, pointing at Charlotte.

Charlotte is smiling and holding up a bottle of whisky, which she been concealing behind her back.

"Come on hun, lets sit down and have a drink," she smiles and leads me to the bed removing her black satin opera gloves and dropping them to the floor.

I sit down with relief and cross my legs. The swish of my nyloned thighs rubbing together sends a little jolt of pleasure through my body. Carmel sits beside me and offers me one of her menthol's whilst Charlotte pours large measures of whisky into three tumblers she has found somewhere in one of the cupboards in my workroom.

I extend my trembling fingers, my fingernails glint a dull red in the subdued light, I take the proffered menthol and bring it to my lips. Carmel extends her bright red fingernailed hand and flicks the bic lighter into life; I drag back on the cool menthol cigarette and blow out a plume of smoke towards the ceiling. I look down and am surprised to see the filter of my cigarette is ringed with lipstick. I laugh to myself at the red, lippy stained cigarette butt and flick a lock of hair out of my eyes.

Crossed legs, lipsticked cigarette butts, flicking my hair! I have adopted all these female mannerisms in such a small time; 'It's as if I was born to this!' I think to myself.

'No!!! Never!!! I won't give in to this sick life!' I force myself to say in my mind, 'I'm a man, a man, a MAN!!!!!

I bring my head up and my face is level with Charlotte's chubby knees. Her ripped black fishnet stockings are indeed being worn over shiny taupe tights as I suspected. My eyes move up her thick but shapely legs, past the tiny tight Lycra mini stretched taught on her thighs, past her slashed T-shirt with the words "Fuck Slut" printed on it in silver sequins. She is proffering me a tumbler of whisky, and, as I reach out to take it I look up into her plump pretty face and whisper,

"Thank you."

"Your welcome honey," she smiles back, her heavily made up face and punk bottle-blonde, pink and blue streaked wig make her look sexy in a 'street whore' kind of way. Her heavily eye-shadowed and mascaraed eyes gleam in the darkened cell.

Charlotte pulls up a chair and sits directly in front of me offering a drink to Carmel and accepting a lighted cigarette in return. I take a pull on the tumbler and the fiery liquid burns my throat as I swallow it; I take another hard pull on the menthol and erupt into coughing fit. The coughing continues as my throat, sore from the abuse it has taken from the 'punters', spasms from the irritation of the smoke and strong liquor.

"There, there," offers Carmel as she takes the drink and cigarette from my hands and hands them off to Charlotte who places the cigarette in an ashtray and the drink on the bedside table.

Camel pulls my head to her shoulder and gently strokes my back as the coughing fit slowly subsides. I can smell her perfume, I recognise the brand as 'Poison,' and my head nestles in the crook of her neck. My arms instinctively wrap around her and I return the hug. I hug her gently as I start to sob into her neck and she continues to stroke my back and slowly rocks me back and forth in the light embrace. She whispers in my ear,

"It's alright Michele; It's alright honey."

I start to drift off as my senses experience the wonder of this sensuous embrace. My satin blouse slides stimulatingly over Carmel's tight, body hugging black satin dress and I can feel the heat of her body even though her breastforms. Our knees are lightly touching, the diaphanous nylons delicately stroking each other, her black pantyhosed leg peeking through the split in her dress and my silk stocking thighs become further exposed as my skirt rides up as we continue to embrace.

In my reverie, I feel the beautiful soft butterfly of Carmel's breath as she exhales sweetly in my ear and whispers,

"There, there, honey; it's all better now; Carmel's here sweetie, Carmel's here."

I raise my head and look into her heavily made-up eyes; my gaze roams over her red lips and pale skin as my right hand moves up and gently strokes her cheek, my ruby-red nails in stark contrast to her pale Goth makeup. My hand continues up to her lustrous black wig and entwines itself in the silky softness of the fine hair. I gently pull her face to mine and our lips brush; I slip my tongue across her lips and taste her lipstick.

Carmel looks into my eyes deeply and reciprocates; her hand slides into my hair and she pulls me forward until our lips softly meet; her tongue cautiously extends and brushes my lips. Then, at the same time, we open our mouths and mash our lips together, our tongues entwine and our bodies push against each other, satin and nylon come together to create an exquisite rasping sensation that causes my little penis to awaken in its silken panty prison.

The strangest feeling envelops me, our caress is so soft and gentle, feminine, comforting and at the same time sexual. My head is spinning with the new sensations that course through my body; after the brutal treatment I have received over the last pitiful hours the tenderness that Carmel is bestowing upon me has me entranced.

Carmel eases me back on the bed until my head comes to rest on my pillow; our kiss is not broken and a sense of urgency seeps into our embrace. Carmel strokes my face and showers my lips, cheeks and eyelids with soft loving kisses; my head spins in a heady sensation of soft feminine yearning. She adjusts herself so that she is half on the bed, her legs straddling mine as her silken, nylon clad knee rubs softly against my stockinged thighs.

My penis has now freed itself from between my legs and is rampant in the front of my panties. Carmel sighs sweetly in my ear as she softly kisses my lobe, her perfume mingling with mine to create a dizzy cloud that further heightens my senses.

"Michele, honey; you are so lovely," she whispers.

Her hand slides up my inner thigh and my penis pulses, the light rasp of her nails on my stockings sends waves of pleasure through my body. I pull her body harder against me and pull her soft lips against mine, our tongues intertwining in a sweet symphony. Carmel's hand slides under my skirt and I gasp as she tenderly strokes my erect member through my silky soft nylon panties.

I suddenly realise what I am doing!

"No! Stop! This isn't right!" I cry as I push Carmel's body away from me.

Carmel lowers her face to mine again and tries to kiss me but I squirm and turn my head away.

"Fuck off you pervert!" I sob.

"This is sick; I won't be like you! I won't submit to this twisted, sick existence that you and your perverted friends seem to enjoy. Get off me you fucking transvestite hag!"

Carmel pushes herself over me so that she is straddling my waist, the split in her skirt is wide open and the garment has ridden up around her waist. She grabs my wrists and pushes my hands back behind my head locking them there. She looks into my eyes with a cruel sneer on her face, her pale makeup making her look much more like a vampire because of her pale skin, red lips and dark made-up eyes; her teeth glint evilly in the lamplight.

"Well 'Little Miss I'm too good for you', I guess we have tried being nice. Obviously you only understand pleasure when it's forced upon you. We know you have really enjoyed the night's proceedings; Eddie told me you came when he fucked you and that bulge there in your knickers is a dead give-away." She sneered.

"Charlotte, plan B," she laughed.

I am pinned down with Carmel straddling me, forcing my hands back against the bed-head I twist my head to the left to see what Charlotte is up to. She rummages in the drawers of my dresser, gives a triumphant yelp, and comes over towards the bed with a pair of stockings in her hands. Before I have a chance to move she has lashed my left wrist to the iron bedpost and has started working my right.

I fight and buck trying to dislodge Carmel and pull my arm free from her grasp, but I am spent from the evening's ravaging and eventually I give up. Charlotte lashes my right wrist to the other iron post with the remaining stocking. Again I am forced to succumb to my captors.

"There now that's better; our spoilt brat has been tamed," gibes Charlotte.

"Now Michele, I'm going to tie your ankles to the bed just like your wrists and if you struggle Carmel is going to belt you; aren't you dear?"

"Oh please struggle honey, there's nothing more I'd like than to belt you one across your smug, pretty face." Carmel replies.

'Why are they being so cruel' I think to myself, bewildered. 'They had so been so nice earlier on!'

I submit while Charlotte finds another pair of my hose and lashes my ankles to the bed-base; she has to tie one end of the stockings to the steel bedpost and the other to my ankles because my feet do not reach right to the end of the bed. This allows me some small movement in my legs due to the stretchiness of the nylon stockings.

"Now; lets get started shall we?" smirks Carmel to Charlotte.

Carmel lowers her heavily made-up face to mine once again. I struggle and turn my face to one side to evade her kiss. Whack!!! Carmel slaps my face with her open hand.

"Come on Michele, you liked this before, now stop playing coy," she smirks.

Carmel lowers her lips to mine as I force myself to hold still while she does to me what she wants. Her soft lipsticked lips gently press themselves against mine, my lipstick smears and mingles with hers as she pushes harder and her lips crush themselves on mine.

Carmel's tongue pushes between my lips and slowly slides over my teeth. I capitulate and open my mouth and run my tongue against hers and taste her sweet mouth. My penis hardens again and rustles against my nylon panties. Then I feel a cool hand slide up my stockinged leg and under my skirt; it strokes the top of my thigh and slowly the fingernails scrape up the bare skin where my stockings end and up to the bulge in my silken full-cut panties. The nails slowly scrape across my nylon-encased cock and I sigh into Carmel's mouth and push my lips harder against hers. I surrender; the stimulation is too much.

I realise that Charlotte has moved down the bed and it is her ministrating to my engorged penis. The feeling of Carmel's soft lips against mine, her silken body straddling me as she forces her kisses on me, and the slow torture of Charlotte's fingernails against my panty-clad member are too much to fight against; I push against my bonds lifting my face to reciprocate Carmel's kisses and raise my skirted ass up off the bed to encourage Charlotte's caresses.

"Oh the bitch likes this after all; maybe all she needed was a little persuasion," Charlotte giggles.

"Let's try some more persuasion and see what happens," she laughs.

I feel my skirt being rucked up and bunched up around my waist. I can't help but assist by raising my ass off the bed; Charlotte now has my hard cock firmly gripped in her hand through my sheer nylon panties and is slowly working her fist up and down it; the feeling is delightful. Carmel has adjusted herself so she is lying on top of me, her upper body encased in her skin-tight silky dress is pushing against my satin blouse crating little butterflies of sensation. One hosed leg slides up and down my stockinged leg driving me wild with lust.

Charlotte's hand reaches inside my panties and frees my erect member pulling it out of the waistband; she strokes it gently now, slowly up and down, dragging her fingernails over the sensitive glans at the top of the up-stroke. I groan again.

"Oh Carmel! Oh Charlotte! You naughty girls!" I whisper into Carmel's mouth as she continues to kiss me deeply.

She is now stroking my face and pulls her face away from mine briefly; she looks in my heavily made-up eyes and whispers back,

"I knew you would like this; I'm going to make this special for you Michele."

Carmel then lowers her luscious lips to mine and we continue our passionate kiss. Then I feel Charlotte's hot breath on my thighs, she is kissing my stocking tops as she slowly wanks me with one hand and caresses my panty-clad balls with the other. Her kisses move up my thighs and across my nyloned balls and then I feel her hot wet mouth engulf me.

I groan again and rise my ass up off the bed in acceptance of Charlotte's oral worship of my shaft. My tongue is wildly exploring Carmel's mouth and I strain against my bonds to kiss her harder. Charlotte is working her mouth up and down up erect member, her tongue fluttering against the glans. I am close to coming. Carmel pulls her face away from mine briefly and whispers,

"Look!"

I raise my head as much as my bonds will allow and look down my body as Carmel slides over to one side so as not to obstruct my view. Looking down I see my legs spread; my ankles tied with the stockings which are lashed to the bedposts. I see my slender legs encased in silky flesh toned stockings, the reinforced nylon stocking heels visible in my strappy white high heels. My white leather miniskirt is bunched up around my waist and there is Charlotte's head buried in my groin.

Charlotte lifts her head slightly and turns to look up at me; she is beautiful for a plump girl. Her face is framed by the shocking, frizzy, bottle blonde wig with pink and blue streaks running though it, her heavy makeup with black eyeliner, dark pink and powder blue blush, and glittery multi-coloured eyeshadow. Her glossy bright red full lips grip the shaft of my penis.

"See," giggles Carmel, "I told you we came to comfort you."

Carmel now straddles me again and as our nylons rub my cock spasms in Charlottes mouth.

"She's ready for you Carm," Charlotte declares removing her head from groin, "and you better be quick!"

I wonder what she means……………..

Then it dawns on me as Carmel adjusts her position over me, she reaches under her dress and I hear a ripping sound as she tears the gusset seam of her pantyhose with a fingernail.

"Just relax honey," she whispers and kisses me briefly.

Then she adjusts herself again so that she is sitting over me with her lovely ass over my erect penis. She hitches up her dress. With one hand she pulls aside her panties and torn pantyhose gusset whilst with the other she grips my penis and positions it against her puckered anus.

Carmel slowly lowers herself onto me and I slide into her all the way. She pushes down and her panty-clad ass cheeks rest on my thighs; the nylon of her panties and torn hose rub against my shaft and balls as she slowly starts to ride me, putting her hands on the bed behind her to support her weight as she fucks my rock hard clitty.

Charlotte moves up to the top of the bed and begins to kiss me slowly, her tongue throbbing in my mouth as my penis throbs deep in Carmel's ass. My cock feels so snug and tight as Carmel rides me, her sleek back passage spasming against my invading member. Carmel is groaning and moaning,

"Oh Michele, fuck me!"

"Michele Fuck Me!"

"Michele………FUCK ME!!!!!"

I am delirious with passion, my clitty is trapped deep inside Carmel and as she rides me I push up to meet her as she slams her pantied ass against my groin. My silky lingerie is sending little explosions into my groin where it comes into contact with Carmel as she bucks over me, the rustle of silk, and nylon and satin becomes the background music to our groans and sighs as we approach orgasm.

I open my eyes because has Charlotte stopped kissing me, I am disappointed because her lipstick kisses were adding so much to my stimulation. I turn my head to see that Charlotte has freed her short stubby cock from her panties and is viciously wanking it. She looks down into my eyes and I see the pleading there.

"Please?" she whispers.

"Ok," I whisper in capitulation.

Charlotte kneels on the side of the bed, her stubby clitty sticking out from her groin, her sleek dance tights are pulled down and her fishnet stockings strain on the red garters where she has roughly adjusted her underwear to allow access to her angry little cock. She has pulled off her Lycra mini and dropped it around her high-heeled feet.

I can't move my head too far because of my bonds but I turn my head to one side and greedily suck Charlotte's hard fat clitty into my mouth. It tastes salty but clean and I immediately begin to suck it and slide my tongue all over it. The sight of my fellatio act must have aroused Carmel further because she is now bent forward over me and is slamming her ass up and down on my cock in a frenzy. My penis is now throbbing with excitement and I can feel my orgasm build as Carmel's hot ass pulses against my cock and drives itself up and down my shaft.

Charlotte is now groaning in time with Carmel as I suck and lick her fat little hard clitty-cock. I can feel it begin to spasm.

"Fuck me Michele!" Groans Carmel.

"Suck me Michele!" Groans Charlotte.

And I do! I fuck and suck and I come! My penis explodes deep in Carmel's ass and I rise up to thrust it in as far in as it will go. Carmel responds and pushes down grinding her pantyhosed ass against my panty-clad balls as I unload steam after stream of hot semen deep in her back passage. At the same time Charlotte grips my head and pulls my face into her groin as she jets huge globs of her seed into my mouth.

The experience an orgasm like nothing I have ever felt. My cock is exploding with the friction and pulsing of Carmel's tight ass; my balls are electrified by the sensation of Carmel's panty and hosed ass rubbing against their silky nylon panty prison; my mouth and lips are on fire as I suck and swallow Charlotte's hot seed, the feel of her stubby member invading my mouth is beautiful; and all over my body, the silky satin feel of my lingerie, skirt, blouse and stockings is amplifying the electric pulses of the most fantastic orgasm of my life.

After about three minute of intense pleasure, Charlotte removes her flaccid penis from my mouth; a trickle of her spend drops onto my chin as she tucks her angry little weapon back into the gusset of her sheer dance tights. Carmel eases herself off me, giggling as my cock plops out her ass. She stands next to the bed and adjusts her clitty inside her hose and panties and smooths down her black satin sheath dress. It's only then I notice the semen stains on her underwear and realise she has ejaculated whilst I was fucking her.

I lie there, my hands and feet tied, my skirt hiked around my waist; nyloned legs spread, my slowly deflating penis sticking out of the waistband my sheer panties. My makeup is smeared and wig tousled due to the passionate struggle I have just endured and enjoyed. The single drop of Charlotte's semen glistens on my chin.

"That was wonderful!" whispers Charlotte.

"Wonderful!" whispers Carmel.

"Wonderful!" I whisper.

"Fucking wonderful ladies; I really enjoyed the show. Now who the fuck gave you permission to play those sort of games!"

Oh my God! It's Eddie. He's looking though the bars of my workroom cell pushing his sticky, gnarled cock back into his pants. A pool of semen glistens at his feet in the low light.

"Now; how the fuck am I going to punish you girls for using something that I own and that everyone else has to pay for to use!"

"YOU!!!!!" he screamed pointing his shaking finger at the three of us.

 

 

To be continued……………………………………………….

“Amy’s Surprise 2:

Enter Karissa”

 

by Matthew Ford

 

“What did you think?” Amy asked.

 

“Well, let’s see…” I started to answer, “You gave me the best blowjob I’ve ever gotten, sucking your dick was about the best thing ever, and sharing your cum with you was incredible…all in all, I’d say it went well.” Amy smiled and walked over to sit with me on the couch. We sat quietly drinking our Gatorade for a few seconds until I decided to say something, “Ames, when you came, I swallowed probably a third of it, quite a bit dripped from my mouth, then a lot spilled on your boobs, and there was still so much…do you always cum that much?”

 

“Not always, but most of the time it’s pretty close to that. You did a really good job sucking me off though, that definitely helped. I didn’t think there would be that much ‘cause I jacked off before you picked me up tonight. I’ve had to do that a lot lately…I’ve been really excited about tonight.”

 

“Do you always swallow your own cum? ‘Cause, if you do, I gotta say, I’m impressed. You must really like it.” Amy just smiled as some blush showed on her cheeks.

 

“What about you? Did you like it?”

 

I thought for a second and responded, “Well, it wasn’t bad. I mean, it didn’t taste great, but it felt great. Feeling your warm cum going down my throat was awesome.” Just then sounds started coming down from upstairs. It surprised me at first, until I remembered that Karissa and Brian had hurried to her room when they got there. I could hear Karissa moaning. “They must be having fun.”

 

Amy had started laughing mildly when Karissa’s whimpers of pleasure reached the living room. “She does enjoy getting pounded. I’ve never known anybody who likes it as hard as she does.” This brought a thought to my mind.

 

“So, she doesn’t have, I mean, she isn’t like you?” I asked.

 

“No, she’s a normal girl. And she’s got a really small, tight pussy.”

 

After a short pause, I asked, “So do you two ever…?”

 

“Not as much as we would like,” Amy answered before I finished asking, “We do it probably once a week. Our mom is home a lot. When we used to share a room we would do it almost every day, but when Nathan left for college and I took his room that kinda stopped. Now I sleep downstairs, and it’s just too hard for either of us to sneak into the other’s room without waking up our parents. Whenever mom and dad go out we can really go at it, but other than that we have to just fool around a little bit here and there during the day. Karissa loves anal though, I usually butt-fuck her when our parents are out. That butt-plug you’re holding is hers.”

 

I had been looking through the paper bag that Amy had thrown me earlier. “Wow,” I said, “This has actually been in her ass? All the times I fantasized about her ass, and now I’m holding her butt-plug.”

 

Amy suppressed a small giggle and said, “Yeah, I bought it for her for her birthday last year. We both use it, but I only can when she isn’t, which isn’t as often as I’d like, she loves that thing,” Amy laughed a little bit as she said this. “When she gets home from track practice, she usually puts it in and keeps it there till dinner. Sometimes she even sleeps with it in!” I was amazed at this, I had no idea anybody could like having something in their ass that much. Just then Karissa let out a loud moan followed by several repetitions of “oh my God.” I knew she was cumming. I drifted off into a daydream about her. Karissa was the cutest sophomore at our school, she had blonde hair that went just past her shoulders, brown eyes, a really white smile (just like her sister), and since she ran track, her body was pretty thin. Her legs were muscular, and her ass firm. She had small boobs, I’m not sure what size, but I’d venture a guess that they were mid-A cups. Karissa always wore tight jeans and colorful, loose tops, which was a good wardrobe choice since it accentuated her great lower body and made her small breasts appear larger. She had started at the high school her freshman year because she wanted to get the “high school experience”. That year, when I was a sophomore, she was a football cheerleader, she distracted me every game, which I didn’t mind too much since I hardly ever played anyway.

 

As I was thinking about Karissa’s body and imagining what she would look like under her clothes Amy spoke up, “You know, I’m sure that if I was given a few minutes I could convince Karissa to join us.” Just as I was about to tell her how much I would love that, Brian let out a loud groan, he had obviously climaxed as well. “Okay, if you want her to, you’ll have to give me some time to talk to her. She never lets guys stay for very long after they finish, so you go and take a shower in my bathroom, and I’ll go upstairs and talk to her and make sure Brian leaves. Make sure you’re in there for at least 20 minutes ‘kay?” I was going to say ‘alright’ but before I could she hopped up and headed toward the staircase. Amy looked back and said, “Hurry up,” then quickly went upstairs. As she went I watched her tits and cock bounce. When she was out of sight I leapt to my feet and hurried to her shower.

 

As I was showering I made sure to clean my dick and ensured that my sphincter was clean. Tonight I could have Karissa’s butt-plug or even Amy’s dick in it, and I wanted to be ready. I periodically poked my head out from behind the shower curtain to glance at the clock. After 20 minutes had passed I got out and dried off quickly. I put the towel around my waist and stepped from the bathroom. I walked through Amy’s room and into the living room. I expected to see Amy and Karissa fucking on the floor, but to my surprise, I saw only Amy, sitting alone on the couch watching TV. I looked out the window and saw Brian’s car was still there. “Oh well,” I thought to myself, “Hell, I got Amy, I guess wanting Karissa too was selfish. I can still fuck Ames, and maybe she will fuck me too…” I had desperately wanted to fuck Karissa though. I sat behind her in U.S. History, and I fantasized about her almost daily. I had had a crush on her for years after I met her. From 7^th to 10^th grade she was all I thought about, but I had never been able to get close to her. “And here, tonight,” I thought to myself, “I was foolish enough to think I might get to fuck her…”

 

I walked up behind the couch where Amy sat, naked. I stood behind her and looked down at her body. Her boobs showed remnants of where her cum had landed, and where I had licked it off. Her nipples were perky, and her dick was semi hard. Just as I was about to tell her that not getting Karissa to join was alright and that all I needed was her, I heard somebody in the kitchen. I looked to my left and stopped in my tracks. Karissa walked into the living room completely nude with a bottle of water in each hand. Her breasts may have been small, but they were round and perky. The nipples were small and pink. Her stomach was firm and she was tan all over. When my eyes finally came to rest on her pussy, my mouth dropped open. It was shaved clean except for a small rectangle of very light brown hair on her crotch above the pussy. Karissa walked over to the couch, handed Amy a bottle of water, then turned to me and asked if I wanted one. “Sure,” I said. She turned to go back to the kitchen and when I looked to watch her ass as she walked I saw the square base of her purple butt-plug sticking out. My eyes widened at this as Amy reached over the back of the couch and wrapped her fingers around my now hard cock.

 

“I thought you’d like her. Wait till you’re in her pussy…it’s amazing,” Amy said as she looked into my eyes. I went around the couch and sat next to Amy. I laid my hand across her lap and started squeezing her cock. “I think you should put this on,” Amy said as she held up a condom, “I don’t know how long Karissa is gonna wanna wait.” Amy then opened the condom package and started rolling it down my dick.

 

“What about Brian? Is he in the kitchen?” I asked.

 

Amy smiled and replied, “No, he was pretty drunk so Karissa called Kyle to come get him. You have us all to yourself.”

 

Karissa walked in with another bottle of water and handed it to me. She stood in front of the couch between where Amy and I were sitting and said, “Well, well, well…” she bent down, grabbed my cock head with her thumb and forefinger, and went on, “A bit presumptuous, don’tcha think?” I smiled nervously and looked to Amy, who just smiled wickedly at me. Karissa continued, “I’m gonna jump in the upstairs shower for a few minutes, you two have fun.” She turned around and bent over slightly and asked in a really seductive voice, “Matt, will you get that for me?” I reached out, grabbed the base of the purple butt-plug, and started pulling it out. However, Karissa tightened her rectal muscles, and as I started pulling harder she opened her mouth and moaned slightly. When it finally popped out she let a sexy whimper leave her mouth. Karissa stood back up and as she started walking up the stairs she looked back and said, “It’s a good thing you got it out, you’ll need it more than I will.” She then winked at Amy and disappeared down the hallway.

 

It was then that I felt Amy pulling the butt-plug away from me. I looked over in time to see her start rubbing KY Warming Liquid on it. “Roll on your side,” Amy whispered sweetly with a smirk on her face. I hesitated and she continued to say matter-of-factly, “Well come on, your ass isn’t going to loosen itself up.” I leaned to my right, away from Amy and when I was on my side, I felt her fingers massaging my ass with the KY. When she removed them at first I was disappointed, but when I felt the butt-plug start to poke into me, I was nervous. I was just about to ask Amy to wait when she pushed it in seemingly as hard as she could. I groaned in pain as it stretched me. She started pulling it out and then rammed it back in, she did this again, and again, fucking me with it. After probably 30 seconds she forced it in and left it there, telling me to sit up. I did and as I did I could feel my weight pushing it in farther. I closed my eyes and Amy’s hand began rubbing my dick. I looked down and she was lubing it up with the KY. She then stood up, and still facing away from me, maneuvered herself over me. She lowered her body until she was almost on my lap. Amy reached down and adjusted my dick so that it was at the entrance of her amazing ass. Then she lowered herself onto it slowly, but before all of it was in she rose back up just as slow as she had come down. After repeating this several times, Amy suddenly slammed her ass down into my lap and my cock was thrust into her. She rapidly began riding me. Every time Amy’s ass hit my lap it forced me lower which, in turn, forced the butt-plug farther into my ass. Both sides felt great, and I knew that it was just a matter of time before I blew my load. I reached my hand around and grabbed Amy’s rapidly bouncing 8 inch cock and started pumping her as quickly as I could, although as fast as she was moving it was difficult to maintain a normal “jacking” motion. “Aww yeah…jack me off…” Amy commanded, “And tell me before you start to cum…”

 

After a couple minutes of Amy slamming her ass down, (virtually impaling herself on my dick), having the butt-plug driven into my ass, and feeling Amy’s nice big dick in my hand I knew I was going to cream in the condom so I let the words escape, “Ames, I’m gonna shoot…” As soon as I said this Amy leapt from my lap.

 

I expected her to drop to her knees and begin sucking for her life, but she just turned around and said, “Not yet…has our purple friend got you ready?” I felt a little cheated, but I didn’t want to upset the girl who was making my dreams come true so I simply nodded. “Good, it’s my turn then…get on all fours on the floor.” I did as she said and not a second later she was on her knees behind me. Amy pulled the butt-plug from my ass and rammed it into her own as she whined with what sounded like pleasure mixed with relief. She wasted no more time as she reached back and pulled a condom from the paper bag. Immediately, the extra-large rubber was opened and on her sweet meat. Amy started rubbing her cock-head against my anus, and after a while I just wanted it inside me. Finally Amy took hold of my hips and forced her big member in my body. There was no slow stuff like when she first started riding me, I was being straight up fucked in the ass by the hottest girl in school…and I was loving it.

 

Karissa came slowly down the stairs and walked up to where I was getting hammered. “I think I’ll just lay down here.” She laid on the floor with her pussy right under my face, looked at me, and said “Do it, you know you want to.” Did I  ever! I dove forward licking and sucking everything I could get to. I buried my tongue deep in her pussy and licked like there was no tomorrow. I pulled my head away and took her left pussy lip in my mouth and sucked on it desperately. I then moved to the right and did the same. After I had had enough of her delicious lips, I pulled my head back, looked her straight in the eyes, and looked at her as if I was asking permission. “Yes, do it! Suck my clit!” she begged me. Who was I to deny such a sweet and innocent girl such a simple wish. I popped the small pink bud in between my lips and started sucking on it like a pacifier. “Fuck him Amy…pound him good…” Karissa moaned roughly.

 

Amy’s cock was sliding in and out of my ass and I was going wild on Karissa’s pussy. My dick was throbbing, so I took my left arm, keeping my right steady for balance, and started jacking myself off. Karissa was moaning desperately now, I knew she was getting close so I kicked my mouth into overdrive. Licking up and down her pussy frequently stopping to suck on her clit. The pussy in my mouth started convulsing and Karissa’s juices started flowing freely. I kept sucking her clit until she cried out, “Oh God…stop, stop, stop…I can’t take it anymore…” as she pushed my head away from her sweet spot. She laid their spent for a couple minutes as Amy fucked me relentlessly. Karissa slowly rolled over and crawled up to me face-to-face and grabbed my hair. She then pulled my head closer to her and started kissing me deeply. Karissa’s tongue darted around my mouth as she kissed me and Amy’s cock slid smoothly as she fucked my ass.

 

All of a sudden Amy pulled her dick out of my ass, stood up, and walked over to where I was kissing her sister. Karissa rolled the condom off her sister’s cock and grabbed its base. Amy said, “Deep throat it.” Karissa wasted no time, she plunged her head forward; instantly the 8 inch cock disappeared. My jaw dropped in amazement as she pulled her head back and thrust it forward once more. As Karissa deep throated the cock in front of her I leaned in and began licking Amy’s balls. As I was taking one at a time into my mouth and gently sucking on it Karissa was working her sister’s member like an expert.

 

Karissa pulled her head back to catch her breath and Amy’s dick bounced freely. I took this opportunity to slide the nice warm rod into my own mouth, and began sucking with vigor. I looked up to see Amy starring at me smiling. I pulled my head back so just Amy’s cock-head was in my mouth. I sucked on it hard before popping it out of my mouth, then sucking it back in. I repeated this several times and Amy’s smile widened as she started giggling. “You actually enjoy sucking me don’t you? I didn’t think any guy would ever wanna give me head,” she said laughingly.

 

I popped Amy’s cock-head out of my mouth once more and replied, “Well, what can I say? I just can’t control myself, you’ve got one delicious cock here Ames. I’ve been into shemale porn for a while, and I’ve imagined sucking a girls dick before…but I never thought it would be this fun.”

 

“I am so glad I found you…” Amy said, “You know, Jaymes only sucked my dick once, and I had to get him really drunk. He never let me fuck him either.”

 

I was a little surprised at this. Jaymes had been Amy’s boyfriend before he gone away to college that fall. I asked, “How did you get off then? I mean, if he never sucked you, and didn’t let you fuck him, did you guys have sex very much?”

 

“Well,” as Amy began speaking I felt breath on my cock and realized Karissa had gotten bored with the conversation and decided to busy herself. I felt Karissa bring my dick into her warm mouth as Amy continued. “We did fool around a lot, usually he would have me suck his dick for a while, then he fucked my ass until he was almost ready to cum, then I would finish him. Sometimes after he came, he would give me a handjob, but most of the time he would kiss me or play with my boobs while I jacked off. He always made sure he got off first though. Except for once, he had me jack off and cum in a glass. Then while he was fucking me he poured my cum all over my boobs and had me give myself a cum-covered tit massage.” She paused and then addressed her sister, “Karissa, when he cums don’t swallow all of it, save me some.” She responded with a muffled “mmm-hmm” before Amy went on, “Anyway, enough about him…I’m just happy I found a guy who not only sucks me off, but swallows my cum!”

 

Amy continued to giggle as I tossed my head back and enjoyed the sensation of my cock in Karissa’s mouth. “She’s good isn’t she?” I opened my mouth to answer Amy’s question but before I could she continued, “Wait Karissa, I’ve gotta better idea. You’ve got to let him fuck you…her pussy is so tight, it’s unbelievable.” Karissa let my dick slip from her mouth and rose to her feet. She walked over to the couch and laid down with her legs spread. I hurried over and got between those muscular tan legs, reached down, grabbed her ass, and lifted her pelvis up off the couch cushion, level with my cock. Amy was standing beside the couch and spread Karissa's pussy lips for me. I pressed the head of my member up against Karissa's opening, it was so wet and so hot I almost felt like I could blow my load then. I pushed forward with my pelvis and I began entering her. Amy was right, I had never felt a pussy so tight before. I pushed until I was about 1/3 of the way in, then I withdrew a bit and pushed back in, deeper this time. I continued like this until my cock was inserted to the hilt every time I went in. At this point I began thrusting harder and faster. As I increased my speed and force Karissa started to get more into it. “Pound her, just pound the slut. I want you to fuck my little sister harder,” Amy had long since removed her hands from Karissa’s pussy and was providing verbal encouragement.

 

Amy stepped up onto the couch with a leg on either side of her sister facing me. She inched closer to me, her cock bobbing in front of me was too enticing to pass up. I stretched my neck out so my extended tongue could reach her wonderful dick. I licked Amy’s cock-head while I fucked Karissa. Amy moved closer, I was then able to start sucking her properly. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensational feelings I was experiencing as my cock slid in and out of Karissa’s pussy and her sister fucked my face. I felt Amy’s cock as it filled my mouth and pushed down my throat when she would thrust forward. After several minutes, Karissa started breathing harder and moaning as her orgasm built. When she finally came she was almost screaming. The friction of the blonde’s pussy combined with her brunette sister’s cock was like heaven, but when Karissa’s pussy started to spasm I wished it would never end. The pleasure was too much though, and I felt myself getting ready to cum. I attempted to pull my head away from Amy’s cock to tell them I was close, but Amy had her hands on the back of my head and refused to let her dick leave my mouth.

 

Luckily for me, Karissa had become over sensitive after cumming and panted, “Amy…let him go…I can’t take any…more of this…” Amy released my head and withdrew her penis from my mouth. I slid my cock out of the tight pussy that I had been so enjoying and told them I was about to cum. Karissa immediately whirled around and engulfed my dick, trying to suck the cum right out. It didn’t take very long. I shot 2 or 3 shots in her mouth before she pulled it out and positioned it so that the next 3 or 4 shots landed on her face. She sucked the rest from my member and gathered all that she had collected in her mouth and gathered it on her tongue, which she stuck out for Amy and I to see. She drew her tongue back inside her mouth and swallowed. Amy sat beside Karissa on the couch and began licking and slurping the rest of my cum of her sister’s face.

 

I just sat and watched as the two sisters shared my cum and kissed. I was spent, and I knew I couldn’t go much longer. But Karissa and I had came twice, and Amy only had once, I knew that my work was not done. I turned my head from the beautiful sight before me to check the time, it was now 3:45 am. I was looking forward to the rest of the day.

  I sat in history rubbing my dick aginst the chair. My dick got hard in my panties. I stopped after awhile so i wouldnt cum. Then finally it was after class and was time to go to the Sex Closet with Charlett. I just feel my breast withhers and her pussy with my dick inside.

  When the bell rang for seconde periode I walkedinto the closet. Arms wrappped around me and touched my boobs. "Finally you come to me." She wispered in my ears.

  "And I got a surprise." I said "but you have to suck my tits to get it though."

  She took off my shirt and I layed down on the cold floor. She got on top of me and started to suck my tits. They got hard once and sucked them. I pushed her head on them more and she started to bit my nipples. I moaned her name and she bit harder. i was scared to scream or else the tyeachers might find us.

  "Can i get my surprise?" She mubbled.

  "I guess so." I said "Take off my skirt."

   She did as she was told. She took off my skirt and my dick stuck out of my panties. Ske took hold of it.

   "You are a T girl?" Charlett asked me while she squized my dick.

   "Ya....oh...but you...oh...can.....oh..stop squizing." I said between gasps.

   She let go and got on her spread her legs out. I raied up. I was exsided to see what will happen. I got down and stuck my head of the dick in her wet pussy. She fdlinched and moaned. I put in a few more inches in. She started to moan louder I shushed her and slamed my cock inside her. I could feel her tight pussy on my dick. I started to pump her. ON  my third pump I cummed all in her. I took out my dick and her pussy was dirpping cum and a little blood.

   "Get on your knees." I commanded.

   She got on her knees and I stude behind her. I loked at her anule. It was so small. I PUSHED MY COCK IN AND SHE MOANED MORE. sGHE WANTED TO SCREAM BUT HAD TO HOLD IT IN. I pushed in and out. Soon I felt hot liguid and cummmed all in her. She started to giggle. It tuned me on and I cummed more.

   I got tiree of her pussy so I layed her down and put my dick at her mouth. She grabbed it and put it in her mouth. She was A pro! I turned around to she can have my dick and I can HAve her pussy. I started to eat her out like the Lesideins did on tv.

    Then third period bell rang. WE sat up. WE both got dressed and then right when she was leaving I grabbed her hand " PLease be my Sex Slave." I said to her.

    She smiled. "Yes."