LADY IN THE HOUSE – PART X

By

Michele Nylons

Michele decided to throw caution to the wind and to try to satisfy Davey to the best of her recently learned abilities. She dropped to her knees besides the bed and slowly eased down the zipper on Davey’s fly.

"What are you doing you naughty girl?" Davey joked.

"I’m just reciprocating the pleasure you gave me," she smiled, and dipped her hand inside his jeans.

Davey smiled back and watched Michele’s painted fingernails disappear inside his fly and gently take hold of his thickening member. Michele eased his penis out of his flies and looked at it intently. It was beautiful. It was long but not too thick, a pleasant tanned shaft with dark pink glans. There were no scars or blemishes to be seen. She stroked it gently, bringing the tumescent member to full rigidity.

"You are one very naughty school girl," Davey groaned, and closed his eyes and relaxed, content to let Michele have control of the situation.

Michele found this empowering. Most of the men she had had sex with in Chelmsford had forced themselves on her or forced her into capitulating. Even when she had been playing a dominant role with the Warden she was not really in control. Davey was showing her the utmost trust by just lying there and allowing her to take charge of situation. She found she genuinely wanted to please him.

Michele stroked and caressed Davey’s engorged member, sometimes slow and gentle, sometimes hard and fast. Davey expressed his appreciation with a contented smile on his face and with occasional moans of pleasure. He reached out and caressed her face with his fingers. Michele drew one of his fingers into her mouth and sucked on it; twisting her tongue around the digit.

Davey put his hand under Michele’s chin and gently bought her face to his. He looked longingly into her eyes and said,

"You are truly beautiful Michele," and then bought her mouth to his and kissed her tenderly.

The smokiness of the scotch they had drunk earlier had mixed with his sweet breath and she responded to his kiss. She kissed him harder and her hand started pumping his long hard cock in a steady rhythm.

Davey groaned again in the back of his throat and Michele gently lifted her lips from his. He sighed his disappointment; but not for long. Michele slid her stockinged knees along the floor so that she was positioned adjacent to his crotch. She lowered her head and kissed his cock. She kissed it all over leaving telltale smudges of lipstick on the shaft and head. She rubbed it against her cheek and placed the glans against her eye and batted her eyelashes teasing him with ‘butterfly’ kisses.

Michele was totally in control of the situation and was actually enjoying what she was doing to Davey. Not only did she feel empowered, she felt aroused; for the first time since she had been forced into becoming a transvestite she totally loved being a woman and pleasing her man.

She bought her mouth down to Davey’s scrotum and kissed and licked his balls, feeling him tense up and sigh at this new attack on his senses. Then she licked all along the length of his penis and finally took his member inside her mouth. She ran her tongue all over his glans as she commenced to gently suck and move her head up and down.

"Oh Michele you are wonderful," Davey whimpered.

"But take it easy I’m so close," he half complained.

Michele had no plans to take it easy; she was in control and wanted to make Davey climax. In her head she imagined him coming; then they would cuddle and caress until they were both sufficiently aroused and he would make love to her like a woman. She could hardly believe her own feelings but she wanted Davey to fuck her. My god she was changing! She examined her feelings and found that yes; she loved being a woman with Davey and she wanted Davey to want her. She didn’t try to analyse her feelings any further; she was too confused, she got on with her most immediate pressing need; to please Davey.

Michele clamped her lips around Davy’s now throbbing member and sucked hard and bobbed her head up and down as fast as she could. Davey started to convulse and Michele tasted the first beads of pre-seminal fluid and then the hot jets of his seed as his penis convulsed and shot streams of warm salty sperm into her mouth.

Michele kept up her hard and fast fellatio, swallowing his issue as it filled her mouth. In response to Davey’s climax she felt her own clitty harden in the silken purse of her panties. Slowly Davey started to relax as his orgasm subsided and Michele felt his organ begin to slowly deflate in her mouth. She took it out and rained kisses all over the cute member as it shrank back into flaccidity.

Davey reached out and gently assisted Michele up onto the bed so that she was lying beside him. He gently stroked her hair and softly kissed her.

"I think I’m falling for you Michele," he whispered in her ear.

"I think I’m falling for you to Davey," she whispered back and snuggled up closer to him.

They caressed and chatted easily with each other for a while until eventually they fell asleep in each others arms; like lovers.

Then – Crash! The door to the cell flew open and Eddie strode into the cell. Michele and Davey sprang to their feet; Davey taking a step forward in a defensive position to protect Michele.

"Just look at these two lovebirds would ya!" Eddie sneered sarcastically and reached for the scotch, gulping down a swallow.

"Fuck me Davey, I warned you about this bitch!" Eddie whinged.

"She’s fucking trouble mate; I don’t care what she’s done or said to make you all gooey over her. She’s more fucking trouble than she’s worth."

"If I could sell the bitch for a profit I’d get rid of her, but I ain’t even made the money I invested in her," Eddie went on, waving his hand at Michele as if she was just a commodity not worthy of consideration.

"She’s wonderful Eddie," Davey shot back.

"You just don’t appreciate a precious jewel when it’s staring you in the face," Davey continued.

"And I want her!" Davey demanded in a menacing tone.

Michele was stunned; she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Was Eddie’s best friend and business partner prepared to take on Eddie over her? She felt flattered but at the same time confused.

"If she wants me that is?" Davey looked deep into Michele’s eyes with a questioning look.

Michele was now totally confused. She knew that prisoners kept transvestite inmates as ‘wives’; in fact some of Eddie’s ‘girls’ were ‘married’ to inmates but continued to work in the brothel to provide money for their ‘husbands’. The more privileged inmates, the ones who really ran the jail, had full time transvestite partners; wives, who ‘stayed at home’ and lived with them in their cells.

"You’re fucking joking aren’t you Davey? You ain’t going to let this big arsed bitch get in the way of our friendship are you?" Eddie sounded astounded.

"No I’m not Eddie," Davey replied, "If she wants to move in with me I’ll see you right, but she stays with me; exclusively!"

"But only if that’s what she wants to do," Davey added this time turning to Michele and taking her hands in his and looking deep into her eyes.

Michele felt completely feminine; at that moment the remnants of her male alter-ego ‘Mike’ disappeared. She was a woman who wanted the man standing before her. She tried rationalising her feelings; being Davey’s concubine was a better prospect than being forced to work in the prison brothel; but deep inside she knew it was more than that. She had become Michele; she was Michele, and she wanted to be Michele all the time, and to be with Davey.

"Yes Davey," Michele’s whisper was barely audible, "take me home please; take me away from this place."

"Oh you fucking dopes," Eddie laughed.

"She is going to cost you heaps Davey," he warned; "You’re not getting her off me for nothing!" he insisted.

"Eddie you’re my best mate in this place and we go back a lot of years; we scratch each others backs and work the joint for a share of the profits; but if you keep talking about Michele like that in front of her I’ll fucking well smack you!" Davey retorted angrily.

Eddie laughed, "Ok, ok, don’t get your knickers in a twist! She’s yours; we’ll settle the price later."

"Michele, go and see Charlotte and Mabel and get them to move your things out of here into Davey’s cell in A block; I’ll clear the move with the warden tomorrow." Eddie said.

"And as wedding present you can keep the clothes, wigs, shoes and the rest of the stuff I bought you free of charge. I hope you will both be very happy," Eddie said half sarcastically.

"Now run along girl; me and Davey have business to discuss," he ordered.

Davey reached out and kissed Michele gently on the lips, "Don’t worry about him honey," he smiled; "get out of here and I’ll meet you in my cell in a couple of hours."

Michele walked out of her workroom for the last time that evening and didn’t bother to look back. She found Mabel and told her Eddie’s instructions. Mabel didn’t believe her at first and ran down to Michele’s workroom to see Eddie. She came back flabbergasted.

"Well I’ll be fucked," she said, "Good on you girl; now get out of here and me and Charlotte will bring your things down to A block," she smiled good naturedly.

When Davey finally completed his business with Eddie that evening he was considerably out of pocket. Michele had cost him plenty but he smiled as he walked back to his cell, two minders at his side, she was worth every penny. Besides he would soon make his money back with his other business dealings with Eddie; they both made more money than they could spend in this shithole. The only thing his money couldn’t buy was freedom; he had many years left to serve; but at least he would be happy and contented with Michele by his side.

Davey arrived at his cell just after midnight. His cell was actually three cells combined into a living area with all the modern furniture and electrical gadgets you could want, and a large bedroom with an enormous bed set against one wall. As he closed the door to his cell he noticed all the lights were out and the place was completely dark except for the flicker of candlelight coming from his bedroom. Davey stripped naked, kicked his clothes aside and strode towards the bedroom.

Michele was lying on the bed; surrounded by deep red satin sheets, her head resting on a mountain of white satin pillows. She was exquisite! Her hair was a sea of raven curls hanging down to her shoulders and her dark, heavily made-up eyes shone brightly beneath the fringe. Her full mouth a ripe red plum waiting to be kissed, and her rouged cheeks emphasised her sharp cheekbones and the elegant lines of her pretty face.

She wore a full length white silk nightgown thrown open and spread out on the bed like angel’s wings. A matching white bustier adorned her body, the garter straps clipped to white nylon stockings. He could just make out the triangle of white satin panties between her legs which were slightly spread apart; her feet were shod in white open-toe high-heeled sandals, her toes peeking out of the high-heels, her white stockings gossamer thin and stretched taught over her red painted toenails. She wore a pearl choker necklace, matching earrings and bracelets. She held out a hand and beckoned.

Davey strode towards the bed, his manhood erect before him, a rope of gleaming, clear pre-seminal fluid leaked from the eye, and Michele reached out and took him in a firm grip and pulled him onto the bed. She opened her legs wide and he knelt between them; neither of them saying a word. He bent down and kissed her passionately on the lips and she responded and moaned deep down in the back of her throat.

She still held his manhood in a firm grip as she slid herself underneath him and eased her panties aside with one hand and positioned his member at the entrance to her special place. She lifted her white nyloned legs up high and bought her calves up around Davey’s lower back so that her high-heels were high in the air and almost touching. Michele pulled up her lower body and at the same time guided Davey’s beautiful hard slick member inside her. They never stopped kissing. Michele rose up and locked her heels behind his back as Davey thrust forward so that she could force all of him inside her. They rode the waves of mutual pleasure slowly; Davey taking his time so that Michele’s orgasm would come at the same time as his.

He released streams of his hot seed deep inside her and she responded by rising up and holding him tightly against her as she emptied her own emission into her white satin panties. Michele could feel Davey’s hot spend lubricating his throbbing glans as it stimulated the sensitive organ deep inside her. Davey could feel Michele’s secretions saturating her panties, soaking through, warm and sticky against his lower belly. Their lips had never parted throughout their lovemaking. Davey begrudgingly drew his face away from Michele’s just far enough so that he could look adoringly into her pretty blue eyes.

"I love you Michele," he whispered.

"I love you too Davey," she whispered back. Michele smiled.

 

The End