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Lucy23 on Transgender Stories




         It was our third date, we had both agreed to take it slow but i was readt and couldn't wait any longer. We had gone out to dinner and to see a movie. We went back to my flat for a coffee , she sat on my sofa as i went into the kitchen where i made my decision to get her into bed. I made the coffee and slipped out of my dress and my underwear feeling the cool air flow over my naked body.

" Here's your coffee."i said as she stared at me unmoved. I couldn't believe it I have a great fugure large boobs slim waist curvy arse long legs but she didn't respond, i just stood there.

" Turn around let me see that ass."

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her friendl tone gone she sounded like she was demanding me to do it and my body responded. My nipples stood errect and my vagina became damp. " come on hurry up turn around."

" 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 



Finding another in my life ...

tgirlellie on Transgender Stories

This is a fictional story exploring my life long fetish for cross dressing and how I imagine being caught by a woman who surprisingly understands this desire and need. The story contains adult material of a sexual nature. If you do not like this topic then thanks for reading thus far, otherwise, hope you enjoy. I would love to hear your feedback.

The first part of this story is very dialogue based to help set the scene and shape the second half of the story (the naughty bit!)


A little about me to set the scene, I'm early thirties and a professional guy who lives alone in a rented top floor apartment (this has some relevance later on!), I look after myself and keep myself in shape. However, my fetish (we all have them, even if we don't admit it)
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, is I adore women's clothing, shoes and dressing up to change myself into Ellie.

Work had been mad and I'd felt like I'd spent more time at the office of late, this led to the apartment being a mess with me just leaving stuff all over the place and I totally forgot Lily Jones my land lady was due for a visit to check out the place.

Lily is an amazing lady, I've know her now for close to three years and on a social level we get on with each other quite well, letting the business side of me renting an apartment take care of itself.

Today this was all going to change as the phone rang ...

"Hi", as I picked up the phone, "It's me Lily, just wanted to check your in, it's the three month check over time again", "Lily, sorry I totally forgot, can you give me an hour?"

Thinking to myself, I got some major tidying to do in an hour!

"Sure sweetie, it's 1pm just now, I'll be over about 3 that'll let me get another errand out of the way first"

"Ok, that's great, see you then".

Some breathing space I thought, so I quickly tidied up the place, making it look more presentable, the magazines etc all just got put into piles to make everything look organised. No need for the desk area, Lily knows I work from home and won't expect that be tidy!

Into the bedroom, I just looked, lingerie, heels and a couple of dresses where over the chairs, as a quick fix, I folded everything onto one chair and put a large towel over it, Lily never spent any time in the bedroom, just gave it a once over in the past!

Ok, the place looked not too bad now, at least it was tidy and presentable, even if it did hide a few 'secrets'.

2:30pm and it was a real hot day, so I decided to jump in and have a quick shower so I was nice and fresh and didn't look like I had been running round for the last couple of hours. A nice cool shower and I was all sorted!

After showering I slipped on a lovely black stretchy PVC pouch thong under some black shorts and t-shirt, I just could not resist slipping on some nice underwear, maybe it was the hot summer weather, any excuse really!

3pm arrived and the buzzer went, letting Lily through the security door, I could hear the familiar click of her heels coming up the concrete stairs, I left the door open and greeted her as she arrived, some small talk about how we were doing etc followed and I offered her a drink, having a glass of cold wine already poured for myself.

"Got some nice cold wine there I see?", Lily said with a smile

"Sure have, fancy a glass?"

"Yeah why not, I just had to drop the car off for some repairs and will be getting a cab home so would love a glass!"

I could not help noticing Lily's new hair colour, a deep red and she had it bobbed to her shoulders now. She was wearing a lovely white summer dress and strappy heels, which really showed off her tall slim figure, she was the same height as me in the 3" heels she was wearing so I guess she must be 5'8" bare foot and has long slender legs with a perky firm butt. I'd say her figure would be 34c-24-32.

I poured her a large glass of wine and sat down on the sofa which faces the large window and catches all the sun.

"I forgot how much sun you get in this apartment, it's lovely isn't it?"

"Oh yes, especially with a glass of wine!"

Lily giggled and said cheers as she took a drink, "Oh I needed this, it's been one of those days today"

"Tough day then?"

"Just lots to do, mind if I sit down for 10 minutes before we check the flat?"

"Not a problem at all Lily, I'm finished for the day, so take your time!"

My eyes glanced her over, checking her out, even though she was a little older she was still very hot and desirable. Her makeup was perfect as usual, the dark red lipstick matched her hair toning perfectly.

"I love your new hair style it really does suit you Lily!"

"Thank you sweetie, I just fancied a change and went for this bold colour"

This made us relax a bit and sip the wine, taking in the afternoon sun, I could actually feel myself starting to sink a little into the couch as I relaxed more.

Once we finished our wine, Lily mentioned we better check over the apartment.

"Feel free, you know where everything is!"

"Lazy, lazy" with a tut tut in her voice "but yeah enjoy your wine and I'll have a look around"

After about 10 minutes, Lily returned to the living room and said, "everything looks perfect to me!"

Lily stood with her hands behind her back over the sofa, and I could not help but notice her cleavage and the wonderful shape of figure.

"Fancy another drink before you head off?"

"Yeah go for it, we can discuss something while we drink"

Ah hell I thought, here we go, rent increase! It had been about a year since the last one!

I poured some wine and Lily was still standing with her hands behind her, as I motioned for her that the drinks where ready, she smiled and we headed for the couch, I slipped past so I could put the glasses down on the table, Lily still had her cleavage on show and I tried not to make it obvious I was staring!

As I sat down I said "fancy a seat?"

"Yeah, but first I need to ask you something?"

"Sure, whats' up?"

"Well, this is going to be awkward, but when I was in the bedroom, I hung your towel over the radiator so it dried better!"

"Oh!" as my face turned crimson red "erm, you did?"

From behind her back she produced my black silky dress, "This is lovely, new girl friend?"

"Eh, er, no still single, it's mine!"

Somehow Lily standing there with my dress in her hands was an amazing turn on and I could feel my crotch twitch in its little thong enclosure!

"Please don't tell anyone?" I semi pleaded with a need of privacy in my voice

"Do not worry about that sweetie, what you do in your own time is your business, and the size 10 high heels gave it away, sorry I noticed them as I was checking the wall vent under the dresser!"

"Guess the secrets out between us now then!!"

"Guess so sweetie! I think it's kinda cute actually a man who can explore herself!" she smiled a very wicked smile as she said 'herself'.

Lily, stood drinking and then sat down beside me, putting her hand on my thigh, which made me twitch and my body shudder a little both with excitement and nerves!

"Sweetie, I couldn't help notice your shaved legs and your always shaved smooth and very presentable, guess I know why now. The legs are no just for your cycling!"

"Yeah the cycling is a good excuse for the smooth legs" I could feel my embarrassment subside a little, but this was uneasy ground for me.

Just then the conversation took a drastic change as Lily asked.

"So are you Gay?"

"No, I like women" I spluttered out

"Are you sure?"

"To be honest I've thought what it would be like to be with another dressed up 'girl' "

"mmmm, ok, I can understand that sweetie"

Lily sat round to face me, "I've a secret too, not like yours, but I'll share it with you"

"When I was born I was both a girl and a boy, the doctors and my parents decided I was too be a boy, and guess they got that wrong! I'm everything female except I don't have a pussy, I've the same as you sweetie, a nice long squirting clitty!!"

"Oh fuck!" was I all I could manage

Lily looked me in the eye "shocked?"

"Yes, I mean your so hot and sexy!"

"Thank you sweetie, but now you know why I am single!"

"Pass me the dress Lily, please"


"I want to show you how I look, see what you think?"

"Oh yes I would love that!"

I took the dress and said "back in 10" as I headed to the bedroom, I quickly had my shorts & t-shirt off and the dress slid over my perfectly shaved body, I slipped on some 4" spike heeled black court shoes and put in my black haired short bobbed wig with some pale red lipstick and a quick flick of eye liner. I was too nervous for a complete makeup job and my hand where shaking too much anyways!

Ok, here goes I thought to myself, no one has seen me dressed up before apart from a couple of pictures I had taken, gulping down the last of my wine, I was ready.

I slinked through to the living room and gave a little twirl on my heels, the dress swirling round with me and my hair fluttering.

"Wow sweetie, very sexy!! I love your look, nice hair style!"

"Thank you Lily, but I need another wine now!"

"Me too!" Lily replied

I took her glass and got us a refill, my mind racing and my nerves starting to settle a little, this was actually happening, I was being a girl in front of another person, a sexy lady at that too, a mixture of adrenaline and feeling horny ran trough me as I thought about what was under Lily's skirt!!

"So I can't call you by your male name anymore, I guess?"

"No, I'm Ellie now!"

"Indeed you are, but honey, your nerves showed a little, come here and let me fix your makeup for you Ellie"

I walked over to Lily and sat down beside her, as she touched my lipstick up with a napkin and straightened out my lips, "that's better sweetie".

Any tension I was feeling was gone as Lily kissed me softly of the lips and stroked her fingernails gently down my face, my hand on her smooth firm thigh was at the bottom of her white summer dress as I kissed her back.

The feeling of kissing with both our lips painted in lipstick was amazing and they almost felt like we were stuck to one another, our kiss got more passionate and before long I could feel Lily's tongue in my mouth as we started to French kiss, her had slid up my thigh inside my dress, her fingernails just touching the top of my thigh.

My hand followed up Lily's thigh, slowly teasing her, but I did not stop, I had to find her clitty and pleasure her, I wanted this adorable woman with heated passion.

Breaking the kiss, "Are you sure Ellie?", Lily whispered to me, "Yes, very sure Lily"

Lily stood up and without showing me, pulled down her French cut knickers, I noticed they had an insert in them that had a 'body shaper' is the best way to describe it, giving her a very female form.

"I just need to use the bathroom, these shapers can be a bit hot in summer"

"Ok honey, be quick!"

With that Lily's heels clicked off to the bathroom as she had a quick freshen up and when she returned she stood in front of me, her waist level with my face as I sat, putting down the last of my wine, I stared up at her, smiled and lifted her skirt.

As her skirt lifted I held my breath, and stared, there was the most beautiful shaved, smooth uncut 10 inch cock with a beautiful huge and looking very full pair of balls! I run my hand along the length of the shaft slowly and pulled back her foreskin, pre-cum flowed out the tip and I did what I felt natural, leant forth and licked her clitty-head clean!!

"mmm ... wow Lily .. you taste fucking amazing!"

"Why thank you girl friend, I'm glad you enjoy it Ellie, I want you too!"

My right hand cupped her full heavy warm balls, feeling the smoothness of the skin and gently squeezed them as my mouth slid over your clitty-head, gently blowing my warm breath around her head and shaft as my lips closed and I sucked her smooth velvet purple head into my mouth, flicking my tongue over her pulsing sex, feeling her slide deeper inside my mouth. I massaged her balls a little tighter and rubbed the base of her clitty with my index finger just stopping at her tight little rosebud pussy.

I could feel Lily's hips start to move in time with my mouth as I sucked as much of her in my mouth as I could, getting about three quarters of the length of her in my mouth, her clitty-head pulsed on my throat as her heavy cum filled balls twitched in my hand.

I bobbed my head as a fast I could, letting Lily fuck my mouth my lips wrapped round her long thick clitty cock sucking her as deep and hard as I could.

"Ellie, I'm gonna cum!! Fuck don't stop!!!"

I dropped to my knees on the floor, grabbed her shaft and started to wank her clitty cock as fast as I could girating my hand on the shaft as I suck her head, massaging her balls with my other hand.

As I felt her balls tighten I took her cock head out my mouth and wanked Lily as hard as possible over my face.

"Fuck yes , fuck YES FUCK ... ohhh sweetie" Lily screamed

The pulsing reached a point where Lily's body shook with an intense orgasm and I felt the cum rise from her balls past my hand on her shaft and then pulsing out of her clitty cock head all over my face and into my open mouth, three massive quick huge squirts sprayed my fast covering my cheeks, lips, eyes, hair, you name it!!

Lily was still quivering when I felt a several smaller squirts land right in my mouth, at this I wrapped my mouth around her cock and suck everything out her girly clitty cock, squeezing her balls for every drop.

Lily collapsed beside me as I used my index fingers to collect all her cum from my face and drink it down, it tasted so amazing and warm. Once I had clean myself up best I could I leant over and kissed her.

"Thank you Lily, I know now I love girly cum!!"

"By fuck girl you suck an awesome clitty!!"

We lay for a while, sipping wine and cuddling, "Want to stay the night Lily?"

"I sure would girlfriend we have a lot to explore!"

I giggled and said, "Well I'm not a cum virgin anymore"

"But yes you are, unless you've felt it squirt elsewhere ...."

I stood up, slapped my ass and said "No this is yours too ... if you want it??"

Lily laughed, took my hand and we head for a quick shower, ready to get all dressed up and explore our new world together!

Satisfied Client

shemale on Transgender Stories

I still remember my first time with a shemale. It was a tall thin blonde that came into the office of our law company one day. I knew she was an attorney of one of our clients and I thought her boss, and my friend, sent her to express gratitude for the very good deal we helped him to close.

As I stood up from my chair to welcome her she pushed me down back into my chair and came around while opening her trench coat. There was nothing on underneath the trench coat but there was some equipment that I was not accustomed to, a cock! I knew her before but I had no idea she was a shemale!

She straddled my lap, unbuttoned my shirt and pushed her hard cock between our stomachs. After rubbing her shaft against

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me and sucking my tongue, she lifted up and took my cock and positioned it to her ass… She sat down on my shaft and began rocking back and forth. I could feel her dick and the precum on my stomach while her titties were mashed into my chest. What a feeling, titties rubbing my chest and a cock slapping my stomach. I loved it …#8221; that was what I always dreamed of, but too chicken to go out and look.

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.

Shemale Fantasy-Pt. 1

katsings on Transgender Stories

My fantasy is to be taken by a shemale. 

I have been working at this boutique for about three months.  I sometimes work the same shift with this very attractive young lady who is tall with a knock out shape.  Her breasts look absolutely luscious as she dresses very provocative at times.  I find myself very turned on whenever I am around her.

One evening after the store was closed, I was at the register counting the till and she was supposed to be straightening up the dressing rooms.  As I was standing at the register, I noticed her walking towards my way with a very sexy look in her eyes.  I could tell, as she got closer, that her nipples were very hard.  Though I was looking very intently at her, I managed to ask h

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er if she was finished.  She said, "not yet."  Before I knew it she was standing behind me with both of her hands covering and squeezing my very supple breasts.  She pressed into me and got very close to my ear and whispered, "I can't take it anymore."  "I have to have you."  I was weak at the knees, but I couldn't resist pressing back into her.  She told me that she wanted me right then and there and that she had a big, big surprise for me.  Man, I was so excited and turned on that I continued to press my butt back into her and as I did I felt something long and hard.  With her mouth still pressed to my ear she asked, "do you feel that."  Speechless, I shook my head yes.  I felt it and I wanted it.

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.


gokothegiant on Transgender Stories

     She left on the first flight yesterday with very few words passing between us and those weren't very pleasant. Not much caring for being alone in the house I decided last night to hit one of the local bars, have a beer, play some darts. Nothing exciting , but something to occupy the evening.

     When I got out of my truck there were only two other cars in the lot. I recognized the bartender's but the other was  unknown to me. A Mercedes,long, sleek, black it didn't really fit with this watering hole, just a local icehouse where the guys get together and the wives pretty much stay out of.I entered the dimly lit bar and looked around. Nobody there , just me and Jim, the bartender.

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     'A beer, Jim'

    'A buck, G.'

     Same old stuff, some easy but bored chat, another beer on the way when the door to the ladies room opened and who I assumed the owner of the Mercedes. She was incredible. Nearly 6' tall, long legs,  big tits,  wild blonde hair and dressed to the nines. She came over to us and introduced herself to me. 'Paige'she said offering me her hand. 'Just call me G.,everybody does.'

    'What's a girl have to do to get offered a drink here, G.?' So I offered. Jim said she had been drinking white wine and so another glass was soon in front of her with the introductions behind .One glass led to another and another . I stopped drinking beer and suggested we head back to my house as I have made wine for years and had a lot of white on hand for a whole lot less than Jim charged. 'I'll follow you, G.' and witht hat we  were winding our way back into the subdivision.

   When we entered the front door Paige just stopped me witha touch on my shoulder and kissed me. Not a little peck on the lips, but a deep and electric kiss, our tongues mingling and jousting. I could taste the wine on her tongue and was very surprised ( like a could be much more surprised!) when she placed my hand on her left breast.Perfect! Her mouth was warm and now her tit was in my hand and Oh My God she had her rubbing my cock and I was hard as a steel rod. After this introduction she broke the kiss and asked for some of my wine.

    Who was I to turn down such a request and soon enough some Chardonnay was open and two glasses poured.We talked, or at least Paige did. I was busy wondering where this all would lead.And hoping I knew.

     'I'm new to the area, just moved here from New York (how's that for perfect?)and don't know anybody. Just you and Jim. I decided when I turned 25 I'd get out of there and try something new. And so here I am. 25 three days ago and looking for the something new. Any ideas?' I stammered I had one or two, thinking of blowjobs, fucking and everything in between.'I know what you're thinking , G. You are a naughty boy!'

    This was taking a desired , but impossible turn. I was married. Sure we had parted poorly, but we hadn't taken any drastic measures or said anything we couldn't smooth over.Looking around the living room I started to say as much whne Paige shhhshed me , saying 'I know, you're married. You couldn't help yourself, you were surprised when I kissed you......I know all that.How about another glass of this Cahrdonnay and we'll see if there's any thing we can do about all this.'I poured us each another,then opened another bottle and so on.And on.And on some more.After three more glasses we weren't talking much, just holding hands and taking the occasional kiss and she was rubbing my now hard -again cock and I was staring at her tits and her mouth and.......She leaned in toward me and lowered her mouth to my crotch. ZZZIIPP....

    Her lips, like the rest of her were perfect. Full, pouting, and the shade of red lipstick that drove me wild when my wife wore it and then they were around my cock.Now I truly couldn't help myself. I drove my cock in and out of here mouth, knowing I wasn't far away from a mindshattering gush of cum. I felt my balls tighten and let go. Paige kept sucking and pistoning her mouth up and down and swallowing.When I finally stopped pumping cum into her she raised her head and gave me another dep kiss. Now the taste of wine and cum enthralled me. I reached toward her tits and she obligingly opened her blouse to the most luscious pair I had ever seen Fully 38D's and free to breeze of the ceiling fan her nipples were erct and waiting for my mouth.I sucked in one and played with the other until I couldn't wait any longer and reached for her pussy.

   'Stop' Just that and no more.. I looked at her.'I have something to tell you that you need to know first. I'm not who you think I am.'

    I didn't care and continued 'til the real surprise of the evening was soon evident to me.An 8" cock was there instead of the tight wet hole I anticipated. 'Oh no.....a blowjob from a guy and kissing him and me with a raging hard-on most of the evening ......over a man!'These were the thought that first hit me, then 'Get the fuck out and never say anything to anybody' then more of the first.My cock instantly wilted and my face was numb from shock disgust and anger. And embarrassment.

     'I think you'd better go now'It was noncommital, neutral.'PLease,go now.'

      Paige looked at me.'I wanted to tell you, I just needed to feel some warmth, some human contact. I've been getting ready formy operation , all the counseling, all the hormone therapy, all teh deception. I just needed ............' I realized she was still the same person who had led me to very brink of ecstasyand took me over. She was still the same person with those magnificent tits, those alluring eyes and full soft lips.But she had a cock. How ? and why? andwhile I was wondering and thinking about it I continued reaching until her(his?) cock was in my hand. And Iwas stroking it in a rhythm I knew so well.She (yes! she) was soon moaning my name, her eyes half closed.She started grinding her hips in time with my hand and moved her hands over my shoulders and stroked my hair.She gently pushed my face toward her cock and with no resistance I soon had it in mouth. I never did this before but was loving the experience and the pictures it was making in my mind. I looked up to her heaving breasts , her lips slightly parted. She started thrusting into my mouth. Not he ramming thrusts I expected but strong, still feminine , yet insisting  uintil my mouth was full of cum.

     More wine. and another makeout session, her tits never leaving my mouth or hands. Her hands never leaving my cock.'I want you in me' Paige's voice was soft but nearly pleading. I wanted it too, and wasted no motion or time postioning myself behind her. She was on her knees with her ass(oh my god, waht an ass. Tight,yet soft and curved in just the right way. 'Now' she said, rubbing her ass against me.

Threeway Heaven.

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   Times were tough and I took a job as a bouncer in clubs on weekends. It was a pretty boring job most nights, and frustrating having to deal with drunks all the time, so my boss sent me out to a gay club for a change of pace. Also, I was one of his few workers who wasn't homophobic, and therefore less likely to be freaked out working there.

   When I arrived at the club, I was amazed how calm the place was; everyone was having a good time talking and dancing and there was no way a fight would erupt here. At 9pm a drag show began in the back area and I was sent to make sure noone tried to jump up on the stage or cause any trouble during the performance. I had never seen a

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drag show before but I was entranced as three figures emerged backlit onto the stage and the music began. Suddenly the front lights came on and the three showgirls on stage began to move very sexually as they mimed to the song. They were all wearing revealing lingerie and high heels. The one on the left was a tall leggy-blonde, the middle a latin brunette and on the end was a beautiful petite long-haired asian. As the song progressed, the three danced around each other, touching, moving close to each other seductively, flirting with each other and the audience, grinding against each other playfully and giving the onlookers a hell of a show. If I was in any other place, I would have found it impossible to believe the three stunning creatures before me were men. Now, I've always been happily straight, and had never been interested in transvestites before, but as the show progressed I could feel my penis stiffening inside my pants, to the point where I had to subtly adjust myself so it wasn't too obvious.

   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.

Whores And Pimps - Part III

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Whores and Pimps - Part III




Michele Nylons

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Michele pulled at her bonds, struggling and wriggling on the bed trying to break free for a few minutes until she realised that she was securely tied and had no way of escaping.  Ellie sauntered over to the bed and looked down at Michele,


“Well honey, looks like we have you just where we want you; I think we are going to start to really have some fun now,” she sneered.


Michele opened her mouth to scream and Ellie slapped her face hard.  Michele’s face was jerked to one side with the force of the blow and her eyes watered with the pain.


“Look bitch, you can try to scream all you like, but if you do I’m going to invite my friends here to smack you around a bit as a prelude to whatever else they’re going to do to you.  And once they’ve done that we can gag you if you still insist on making a fracas, although I’m sure they have better ways of stuffing your mouth, so shut the fuck up or wear the consequences,” Ellie threatened.


Realising that resistance was useless, Michele lay still and contemplated the circumstances in which she now found herself.  She had already seen Ellie and the fat cop who she had encountered earlier in the evening; she wondered who else comprised “we” Ellie had spoken of; she looked around to see who else was in the room.  There were three other men sitting at a table drinking.  Their chairs were turned towards the bed and they had obviously been entertained by the performance provided by Ellie fellating the cop while they waited for Michele to come around.


They were rough looking types, dressed in jeans and T-shirts; solidly built and appeared to be in their middle forties.  The men were talking amongst themselves in gruff voices; their language vile and littered with swearwords.  Their eyes glistened as they looked hungrily at Michele tied to the bed.


“I won’t worry too much about formal introductions Michele if you don’t mind.  You met my friend here from the local constabulary on your way to the party earlier in the evening, and I suppose it’s fair to say you’ve known him only briefly but certainly intimately,” Ellie smiled cruelly.


“These other three gentlemen are also aficionados of special ladies like ourselves; that is to say they have a penchant for attractive transvestites; and they particularly like a little bit of, shall we say, extremism when it comes to sexual encounters.”


“They are very close friends of mine, and over the years I’ve been able to sacrifice quiet a few ‘virgins’ to the altar of their desires; if I might wax poetic,” Ellie went on.


“Most of the girls I have lured into their clutches have left having eventually enjoyed the encounters; a few have not; but none have ever been a position to complain.  So I suggest you just relax and enjoy what I am about to allow you to experience; if nothing else you will at least leave this room enlightened as to what two transvestites and four hungry mature men can accomplish in the way of sating their appetites.” Ellie finished.


Ellie turned to the three men who had been eagerly watching and listening to her explain the situation to Michele, like a pride of lions watching their wounded prey.  Their eyes glittered in the darkened room as they feasted with wanton lust on the bound transvestite.  Michele’s miniskirt had ridden up when she had struggled at her bonds and her luscious nylon sheathed legs were exposed right up to the tops of her thighs and her red satin panties peeked from under the hem of her skirt.


“Gentlemen, meet Michele.  Michele, meet the gentlemen,” Ellie introduced them sarcastically.


“As for you, my law enforcing accomplice; you can sit over there on the lounge and I will keep you suitably amused whilst Michele and our three comrades entertain us.”  Ellie sauntered over to an overstuffed lounge which had been positioned beside the bed.


The three men rose as one and sauntered over to the bed and they looked down and surveyed Michele tied to the bed.  They stared at the middle aged whore; her black leather miniskirt rucked up around her waist from her struggles, her red lace garters clipped to her black stocking tops; legs spread wide and her ankles tied to the bed just above her black high-heeled sandals; her red painted toenails visible through the diaphanous nylon.  Michele’s leopard-skin print nylon blouse was opened at the top displaying her red satin brassiere.


Michele’s face was framed by her brunette wig the lighter tints highlighted in the lamplight, her heavily mascared eyes peeked from under her fringe, emphasised by her blue and pink eyeshadow. Her rouged cheeks and ruby red lipsticked lips were accentuated by her pale foundation and face powder.  Michele’s earrings and necklace glittered in the dim light.


One of the men noticed her anklet glittering and reached out and caressed her ankle and then slowly ran his hand up her leg to her stocking top, stopping briefly to play with her garter strap and then continued up her thigh until his hand rested on the front of her panties.


“She’s wearing pantyhose under her panties and stockings guys; looks like this whore will need to buy a new pair tomorrow,” he chuckled to the others.


Michele wriggled as she felt the man’s hands on her leg and panties.


“Hold still now honey; Michele is it?  My friend is going to untie your legs and if you give us any trouble; well Ellie has already explained what we will do,” he threatened.


Michele felt the bonds on her ankles loosen and then her ankles were free; she tried to close her legs but the man who had untied her legs now held them wide apart and pushed her ankles down on the bed. 


“Keep her like that Joe; if she moves or makes a sound belt her one,” said the man who had his hand on her thigh to the man holding her legs down.


Then he and the other man started to undress; they dropped their clothes where they stood and kicked them away into the centre of the room.  One of the naked men then relieved Joe of his task and Joe shucked out of his clothes so that all three of them were now naked.  Michele strained her neck up off the bed and saw the three men standing around the bed with their erections standing proud under their round bellies.  She started to cry and the man named Joe slapped her once across the face.


“Keep quiet bitch; last warning!  Next time you will get a proper belting,” he growled.


“Fuck she looks good,” said the man who had stroked her legs, “can I fuck her first?”


“I think that’s only fair Steve,” Joe replied, “I fucked the last trannie that Ellie got for us first.  You ok with that Bill?”


“Sure,” Bill answered, “I’d prefer a blow job before I fuck her anyway.”


Michele’s head was spinning; she knew that resistance was futile, maybe she could reason with them?


“Look, Bill, Joe, Steve; what about if you untie my wrists and just let me go?  I won’t tell anyone about this honest.  You’ve had your fun now so the joke’s over; come on guys let me go,” Michele Begged.


All three of the men standing over Michele, the fat cop, and Ellie laughed in unison.


“You silly cunt; we ain’t joking; and we ain’t letting you go; and I’ll let you into a little secret Michele; you won’t be telling anyone about what happens here tonight.”


“Are you really going to admit to being a transvestite?  And anyway who you going to tell; the police?  Our friend Bob over there is the police you dumb cunt!”


“And I gotta let you into a little secret; our real names aren’t Bill, Joe, Steve and Bob.  Sure you know Ellie is Eddie but Ellie saved you when you got drunk and passed out at the party.  She was your saviour and friend tonight in front of all those witnesses; do you really think anyone is going to believe that she took you up to her hotel room and gave you to four men to have their way with?  It’s just ludicrous!” Joe lectured Michele.


“Now shut the fuck up and you take what we give you and you won’t get hurt; like Ellie said you might even enjoy it,” he finished.


“I know how to shut her up,” Bill said and bent down and began to kiss Michele on her painted red lips.


Michele felt Bill’s tongue invade her mouth and attempted to move her head out of the way but it was useless, he continued to kiss her, the taste of whisky and cigarettes on his breath.  She felt one of the men; Joe she figured as Steve had hold of her legs, untie her wrist and grip it firmly.  He moved her hand down and then she felt her hand come into contact with his erect member and she tried to flinch it away.


“Don’t you fucking well make me hurt you bitch; you take what I give you and don’t even think of hurting me down there,” Joe growled.


Michele wrapped her fingers lightly around the rubbery fat cock and placidly held it there.  Joe held her wrist and began to slide his cock in and out of her loosely clenched fingers.  He looked down at his thickening member wrapped in Michele’s hand, her red painted fingernails accentuating her delicate fingers, and groaned. He swayed back and forth on his heels and fucked her hand.


“Oh yeah; wank that cock baby! Wank that cock!” he moaned.


Michele felt her other wrist being untied and when her right arm was freed it was placed over Bill’s shoulder and she left it there, limp, so that she held him in a faux embrace.  Bill sat on the bed as he continued to kiss Michele and he felt her start to respond.  Gently at first, she tentatively slipped her tongue into his mouth and then when he pressed his lips harder against her lipstick painted mouth, she kissed him back passionately.


Michele was becoming aroused despite the fact that she was being forced to participate in their debased game.  Bill’s kisses were deep and exciting; she responded despite her feeling of abhorrence and used her free arm to embrace him.  Instinctively her right hand clasped onto Joe’s cock and started to slowly masturbate him.  She felt her fingers slide along the sleek hard shaft and then over the spongy bulbous head; she manipulated the sensitive area at the bottom of glans and heard him sigh.


Bill lifted his face from hers and Michele reluctantly allowed him to escape her embrace.  He bent down and kissed her lightly on her lips and then both eyelids.


“God you are one pretty whore,” he whispered into her ear.


Michele became more excited and felt her own cock hardening inside her satin panties.  Bill shifted position so that he was kneeling on the bed, his groin next to Michele’s head.  She offered scant resistance when he turned her head towards his erect member and rubbed it on her lips.  Michele opened her lips and skimmed her tongue across the head of Bill’s penis.  Bill pushed forward and his glans slid over her lips and into her warm wet mouth; he rocked back and forward and pushed his cock in and out of her mouth; fucking Michele’s oral cavity as her lipsticked lips clamped on his shaft and her tongue lashed at his cock-head.


Michele couldn’t help herself; she was enjoying playing the role of a whore; sucking Bill’s cock whilst she stroked Joe’s cock with long slow strokes.  She enjoyed the feeling and taste of the hard member in her mouth, unlike the fat stubby cock of the cop, this cock was long, sleek and the secretions that leaked from the eye of the penis were sweet.  The cock in her hand was also long, but thick and veiny; she loved the silky feel of the skin of the shaft contrasting with the spongy feel of the head.


Then she felt Steve’s hand under her skirt start to stroke her own cock through the layers of her satin panties and pantyhose.  As the satin of her panties rubbed against her nylon encased cock it sent small shocks of pleasure shooting through her.  Then she felt Steve move onto the bed between her legs as he continued to stimulate her through her underwear.  She was startled when she felt Steve’s other hand push aside the crotch of her panties and a finger probe at her anus through the nylon gusset of her pantyhose.  She wriggled a little but she found the finger stimulating.


Michele could not believe that she was becoming an active participant in her own rape; she was enjoying it, she couldn’t stop the raging desire that coursed through her.  She sucked on Bill’s cock and used her free hand to stroke the shaft as she slobbered over the head of his cock, alternately kissing, licking and sucking at the fat cock-head.  Her other hand slid up and down Joe’s member, varying between squeezing it and then running her red painted fingernails gently up and down the shaft and under his balls.


Steve was mesmerised by Michele’s nylon sheathed legs; he manipulated and caressed Michele’s hardening cock through her knickers and with his other hand he stroked her stockinged calves and thighs. Steve straddled Michele’s right leg and began to hump her thigh.  Then he lifted her leg and worked his cock into the silky furrow behind her knee; he groaned revelling in the soft sensations in his cock as he slowly worked his penis in the gossamer nyloned crevasse behind her knee and thigh.


Steve slid his cock further up Michele’s thigh until he could force it under her stocking top so that it was trapped in the silken diaphanous tunnel between her stocking and her pantyhose encased thigh.  He fucked the gauzy chasm leaving a silver trail of pre-seminal fluid soaking into her nylons as his cock throbbed and released sticky beads of pre-come.

Michele could feel Steve’s hard penis sliding up and down her leg and was surprised to find that the sensation was highly arousing.  When he slid his cock into the silken trap behind her bent knee she clenched her knee so that his penis was clamped between the sensitive nylon sheathed skin of her calf and thigh; she moved her leg from side to side and felt Steve’s hot cock secrete warm moist droplets of sticky pre-come which was absorbed into her stockings and pantyhose.


When Steve moved his cock up her leg and started to fuck her thigh with his cock between her stocking and pantyhose she pushed her leg up into his groin so that her pantyhosed thigh rubbed against his scrotum, sending delightful stabs of pleasure through his balls.


Michele wanked at Joe’s cock; squeezing the shaft as she worked her fingers up and down his manhood; when she came to the end of his shaft she worked her fingers in circular motion around the glans and then grasped at the shaft and slid her hand back down the length of the engorged member.  She sucked and slavered at Bill’s cock, occasionally allowing his member to come right out of her mouth and then she licked the entire length of his phallus and gently nibbled at the head whilst flicking her tongue under the sensitive skin where the glans joined the shaft.


Joe was rocking back and forth on his heels, fucking Michele’s hand as she wanked him.  He looked into her pretty made up face and her rouged cheeks and mascared eyes, fringed by her silky hair aroused him; but what stimulated him the most was the way she worked her ruby red lipsticked lips up, down and over Bill’s cock.  For a girl who was terrified of what was about to happen to her twenty minutes ago, she had certainly changed her tune; she really was a whore.


Joe cast his eyes down Michele’s body, he reached out and caressed her belly through her nylon blouse and scanned down to her groin where her miniskirt had been pulled up and was rucked up around her waist exposing her garter belt and red satin panties.  Steve was slowly massaging Michele’s cock through her panties and his other hand was pressing down on her magnificent black stocked leg; his cock jammed between her stocking top and her pantyhosed thigh as he rocked back and forth and fucked the gossamer tunnel.


Steve was in ecstasy, but he forced himself to remove his cock from the silken trap of Michele’s thigh and moved back down the bed so that he was between her spread legs.  He moved up between them and pushed his cock down onto her panties to replace his hand which had been stroking Michele’s cock through her satin knickers.  He pressed down and began to slide back and forth, fucking Michele’s silken encased cock with his own.  The feeling was electrifying as his shaft felt hers start to throb through her tight pantyhose gusset and the satin panel in front of her panties.


Michele felt Steve’s manhood rub against her own as he dry fucked her through her knickers and hose; the taut nylon on her cock sending sensations all through her member.  She bucked and lifted her crotch to meet Steve’s thrusts and gyrated her hips to enhance the sensations shooting through her groin.  Then she was a little disappointed when she felt Steve move on top of her and his cock slid down her shiny satin panties and eased under the gusset; she felt the head of his cock nestle in the crack of her arse and begin to push against her arse bud, forcing the nylon of her pantyhose into the puckered hole.


Steve was gasping with pleasure as his cock rubbed against Michele’s nylon sheathed, engorged member.  He could easily come this way and enjoy every second; but he wanted to fuck the lovely transvestite who lay beneath him sucking the cock of his friend and masturbating the other.  He pulled back and shuddered as the glans of his penis rubbed feather lightly along Michele’s panties; he pushed forward as the knob of his cock nestled against the elasticised crotch of her panties and then forced his hard cock under her panty crotch and against her pantyhosed arse. He manipulated his crotch and wriggled his cock in the silken pantyhosed valley of Michele’s arse crack until he felt the head of his penis nestle in the bud of her back passage.


Steve pushed forward and felt the nylon pantyhose gusset begin to give; he pushed harder and his cock broke through the gossamer prison and wedged into Michele’s anal bud.  His cock was wet and lubricated from his pre-seminal secretions and he continued to push forward and felt his cock stretch Michele’s sphincter and finally the head of his penis penetrated Michele’s virgin passage.


Michele felt Steve’s cock begin to slide inside her; at first it was uncomfortable but she forced herself to relax and then the sensation of being slowly filled with hard cock began to excite her.  To Michele’s own amazement she actually started to push her groin against Steve to force his cock further and deeper inside her.  She felt her passage open as his manhood filled her and then she felt Steve’s groin hard against hers; he was all the way in.  Michele heard Steve groan and she lifted her stockinged legs up and wrapped her high heels around his waist and began to buck underneath him.  Steve held on and Michele began to fuck him, raising her buttocks off the bed in time with his thrusts in a slow steady rhythm.


Michele had now actually become the whore that she had only pretended to be at the start of the evening.  She was not only dressed as a whore; she was behaving like a whore.  She had already sucked her first cock before she got to the party, she had had lesbian sex with Jill on the balcony; now she was having forced sex with three middle aged men; and she was loving it!  ‘Yes’, Michele thought to herself, ‘I am a whore and I adore being a whore; what have I missed out on all these years?’


The three men and Michele began to concentrate on inducing their orgasms.  Steve was now slamming his cock in and out of Michele’s back passage and she was bucking under him; raising her buttocks off the bed to meet his thrusts.  She could feel his pulsating cock stretching her back passage and pushing against her prostate, sending waves of sexual sensations through her body; she wiggled her arse and clenched and unclenched her sphincter to increase Steve’s pleasure and enhance her own gratification.


Bill’s cock was pulsing in her mouth and she felt his orgasm approach as he pushed his cock in and out of her lipsticked mouth, holding her head as he fucked her face.  He groaned as Michele slavered at his erect manhood, running her tongue over the head and shaft as she felt the vibrating piece of flesh begin to convulse.


Joe was rocking on his heels fucking her hand in time to Michele’s hard strokes as she masturbated him.  He looked at her ruby red fingernails and the glittering jewellery on her fingers and wrists and felt his own climax build.  Michele could feel Joe’s cock start to shudder in her fingers and she gripped it hard and wanked at the erect piece of manhood; increasing the pace as she felt the cock quiver and shake in her hand.


Steve’s cock erupted deep inside her and Michele felt the splash of his seed flood  her passage; Steve’s cock was buried deep inside her, in her right up to the hilt, and she pushed up to meet Steve’s groin and felt his erection quiver against her prostate gland as she filled her panties with her own hot wet emission.


Bob’s cock exploded in her mouth at the same time and her mouth was inundated with salty hot come; she gulped it down as fast as she could but still some of the viscous white fluid escaped her mouth and ran down her chin.  Joe saw this and groaned as own penis spewed forth jet after jet of hot semen all over Michele’s hand, and arm.  Jets of his spend shot through the air and splashed on her blouse; the gobs of white ejaculate contrasting against the leopard-skin nylon.


Michele was writhing in ecstasy as the three cocks filled her and covered her with hot come.  Her arse was convulsing as Steve plunged his last few thrusts deep inside her, draining the last of his issue.  Her mouth was filled with Bob’s semen and he pulled his cock out of her mouth and let the last few jets of his release splash over her pretty, heavily made up face; a string of semen flew out of his cock and glistened in her hair.


Joe’s penis had shot stream after stream of semen over Michele and the globs of glistening semen on her blouse was joined by a thick viscous stream of come which had splashed over her rucked up skirt.


Michele lay there quivering in orgasmic bliss as her own climax subsided; her hot fluid filled her panties as she tasted Bob’s come in her mouth and felt his hot seed on her face.  She was covered in semen inside and out; she felt sated; satisfied like she had never been before.  Michele had become a Transvestite whore and she loved it!


……………………………………..To be continued.

A trip to the Beach

Darkphyre on Transgender Stories

I had known Stacy for about three years, but I had never known about her little secret. That day, when it was revealed changed everything for me, and for Stacy too. We were the greatest of friends; spending almost all our time together. We had come as close to each other as lovers, but as two women we, neither one of us, ever made a move.

My tale begins during the heart of beach season. It was a beautifully sunny day. I had suggested to Stacy that we take a trip to the beach and enjoy some sun and sea. But Stacy told me she didn’t own a bathing suit. The perfect excuse for shopping. I could have kissed her.

‘I think, with your shape, a really skimpy bikini would look great!’ I told her, my cheeks flushing a bright crimson.

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n’t know about me,’ Stacy replied. ‘But I know one would look great on you!’

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.

Plastic Surgury Nightmare 2

Lucy23 on Transgender Stories

        I sat naked on the floor dripping in my own cum looking down on my huge throbbing cock knowing that my wonderful and sexy female body will no be forever stuck with this massive beast. I stood up and wiped myself clean, i grabbed my blouse suddenly noticing that my new breasts where too big for my tiny top so they where bursting out making me look like a cheap hooker. i picked up my skirt and rapped it around my waist only for my errect penis to loft the skirt exposing me. I'm just going to have to wait here until it goes down i thought, the door opened and Claire walked in.

" What are you still doing here?"

" I can't go anywhere while this dick is so hard, it won't go down."

" Get out now, you ju

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st gonna have to be very careful not to be seen" Her hand grabbed my boob squeezing hard, excitement raced through my body making my cock stiff again. She grabbed my arm and dragged me to the door throwing me out on to the street. Almost right away i heard voices coming towards me. I reconised the first voice it was Kerry she was the lead cheerleader for our rival school, i ran toward my car getting behind the door just in case she saw me as i fumbling around for my keys. Of course she saw me and came over.

" Oh my god why don't you try to wear a top that fits you look like a cheap slut." She laughed and her friends joined in a half seconded behind her. She walked around the side of the car, luckily for me she didn't take her eyes of my tits. She grabbed my top and ripped it open the cold air hitting my boobs making my nipples errect. I stood there shocked not knowing what to do.

" Do you want me to kiss you?" she mocked as they all laughed

" Yes " the words fell from my mouth with out me knowing it.

"On my god you really are a little whore, all those rumours where true."

"Yes they are" she lent fowards and kissed me it was wonderful her lips where so soft. She stopped and looked at me shocked she looked down , my cock was rubbing against her leg. She stepped back stunned 

" She has a cock!!" she yelled as her three friends joined her " Hold her on the bonnett i want her."the girls held me there ripping my skirt from me, they prised my legs open as Kerry climbed up on top of me and lowered herself down onto my cock.

" what the fuck are you doing get off me" i yelled and tried to move but i was held down by the three other girls "get off, this is rape stop it please" she kept riding my huge cock her pussy was so wet and warm i couldn't help but moan with pleasure.

" She loves it listen to her, my god she is so big, ive never had one this big before it feels so good." Her thrusting got faster and faster before her orgasmic screams echoed around the alleyway as i sparayed my hot cum inside her. She dressed herself picked up my clothes and started to walk off before turning back to me. " Everybody is gonna know about you bitch, everyone is gonna know about your huge cock, you will be treated like the freak you are."

I ran back into Claire's clinic and burst into her office

" Please please im begging you please turn me back, take it away give me my pussy back."

" ok i will but seeing as you are my greatest work i wanna show you off to any of my pretential clients."

"yes ok i'll do it, i want to be me again, i so sorry for what ive did to you im so sorry."

" Well i hope you've learnt that you are a bitch and that you need to be nice" she held the door open for me "Go home and wait for me to call you, i'll orgainise some people who want to see my work and you can show off those lovly boobs."

I left the surgery praying that i would get my body back before Kerry told of my penis, i was just glad i was near the end of this weridness, but i knew there was another twist yet to come.

Lady In The House - Reprise

PantyhosePrincess on Transgender Stories

Lady in the House – Reprise


Michele Nylons


For those of you reading this story who have not read the previous ten instalments of ‘Lady In The House’, I suggest you find the stories and read them first before you continue. For those of you who have read the previous instalments, I have decided that the story conception is too good not to explore it further. I know that some of you were not satisfied with the ending; and to tell the truth, after ref

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lection, neither was I. So I have reprised the story and I hope this effort is as good as my previous attempts at physically forced transvestite sex. There you have been warned, or hopefully titillated into proceeding.


The Reprise

My name is Mike and I am standing outside my cell in G Block of the Chelmsford Correction Facility for Men. I am in my late forties and have had a very successful career as a highly paid accountant and money manager. This Facility is not new to me. I have served time here as an inmate previously. I was convicted of aggravated manslaughter for killing a young girl whilst drunk behind the wheel of an expensive car. I served my time and was released on bail after five years. What is unusual is that for most of my time in Chelmsford I lived a dual life. I was Mike the accountant and confidant of Eddie McManus who had me transformed into Michele, a transvestite prostitute who was forced to service other inmates and prison officials in the notorious E Block, kicking up my earnings to Eddie.

I was rescued, if you can call it that, by an inmate called Davey who kept me as his willing concubine for the remainder of my prison term. This might seem like a strange arrangement, but when the price of your life is servitude as the transvestite ‘wife’ of a prison inmate or constant violation by prison thugs, then you make take the path of least resistance and pain.

For the last ten years I have been seeing a psychiatrist who convinced me this was the case. After being released from prison I sought physiological counselling to deal with what had happened to me in Chelmsford. My psychiatrist and I worked together trying to mend the abuse, both physical and mental, that I had undergone during my prison term. We agreed that I had succumbed to the world of transvestism as a means of survival whilst I was in prison. That I was in fact a heterosexual male forced to do what I did only because I had no choice.

I have not dressed as a woman for over ten years. I did have urges to transform into Michele on occasion during my first few years of release, but I overcame them. I rebuilt my life, moved to a new city, and started my career over. I became successful and made lots of money. I reinvented myself and reacquired all the trappings of success. Big house, big car, big bank account and lots of beautiful women. I got too greedy. A year ago it became obvious to me that I was in too deep in some shady real estate deals involving the misappropriation of government funds.

I cut a deal with the investigative body that was breathing down my neck. I gave up everyone else involved in my shady scheme for a one year sentence in a low security prison. I would do easy time with white-collar crims. Colour TV, gymnasium, single cell, conjugal visits; it would be a walk in park. It all went to shit when they found out about my previous conviction; "sorry Mike but the deal’s off; the best we can do is two years hard time," they said. I took it. Then I found out that my hard time would be done in Chelmsford and the nightmares returned.

When I was driven into Chelmsford Prison eight months ago I was fifteen kilos overweight with a scruffy grey flecked beard and long greasy hair. I had deliberately let myself go so that I would not attract the attention of the predators that I knew lurked within the walls of this shit-hole; particularly the predators of cell block E; particularly Eddie McManus and his crew.

I kept a low profile but made extensive inquiries as to what was going on inside Chelmsford. I was relieved to be assigned to G block; there was no one on G block who had been there long enough to remember me. I was even more relieved to hear that Eddie had died over two years ago and that his empire no longer existed. E Block was now condemned and was boarded up, awaiting demolition. The corrupt and perverted Warden had been replaced and the whole prison had undergone radical reform. I tentatively inquired about transvestite prostitution in the prison and was greeted by bellows of laughter and disbelief. Sure, there were rumours that such things had happened in the dim deep past, but no one really believed them. How could an inmate, even an inmate as infamous as Eddie McManus, operate a string of transvestite prostitutes inside a maximum security prison!

I eventually relaxed and decided to do easy time. I volunteered to assist in the prison education scheme, training inmates in the basics of bookkeeping and accountancy. I went to the gym every day and slimmed myself down, I shaved my beard and started looking after myself. I kept myself to myself outside of the classrooms and cafeteria meal times. I was a model prisoner, quiet, well behaved and compliant. I was stupid! I became complacent. I paid the penalty. And so eight months later I returned to my cell to find my few belongings packed up in a cardboard box and a surly prison officer standing at the door thrusting a piece of paper at me. I took the document and read it. It was an order transferring me to F Block. F Block was where the worst criminals were housed, murderers, rapists and perverts.

"Why," I asked, my voice trembling.

"Well it would appear the Governor’s brother has just been indicted for fraudulently using government funds," the guard answered.

"And it would appear that your testimony was crucial to the inditement. Suck’s to be you hey Mikey; no more easy time. F Block ain’t what it used to be in the old days they say; but it ain’t a walk in the park either," he sniggered.

"And it’s right next door to E Block; you know all about E Block don’t you?" the guard went on.

"What are you talking about; E Block’s condemned," I stammered.

"Never mind, I’m just fucking with your mind; pick up your shit and let’s go," he ordered.

I settled into my cramped and mouldy cell in F Block. The single cells here were old brick and tile with full-length solid steel doors with a peep hole at eye level and a trap at the bottom to pass food trays and reading matter through during locked downs. I again settled down into the routine of head counts, meals, showers, sleep, more head counts and boredom. No extra curricular activities here; just hard time. Three times a week we were allowed out into the exercise yard. I kept to myself and watched the passing parade of quiet withdrawn men doing hard time. Often there was violence; fights over who knew what, but I stayed away and made no friends.

After another three months in F Block I was nearly a year into my stretch and dreaming of release or maybe even probation. Then one day my door was thrown open and a guard yelled at me.

"Come on out lazy bones; work detail!"

"Work detail. I thought we didn’t get the privilege of work on F Block?" I asked.

"You ain’t workin’ on F Block smart-arse; you’re workin’ on E Block!" he replied sarcastically.

"New Guv’ner that’s taken over; want’s that shit-hole knocked down. But first he want’s anything of value stripped out of it. You and a few other short timers will be spending your time removing all the plumbing, pipe-work and electrical wiring. Anything that’s worth a bob is coming out. So get fucking moving," he scowled.

As I walked over to E Block I felt a sense of foreboding; all of my fears returned. I concentrated on what I had learned in therapy and rationalised the situation. Eddie McManus was dead, E Block was deserted; I will be there with a work detail supervised by prison guards. There are only the ghosts of the past in E Block of Chelmsford Prison. I remembered the ghosts as the work detail clambered through the iron gate set into the fence surrounding the dark hulking building. A sign in large red lettering hung above the gate: ‘No Entry – Condemned,’ it read.

The ghosts marched across my mind: ‘Iron Bar’ Steve who was Eddie’s enforcer; Carmel the make-over artist who had turned me into Michele; and her chubby friend Charlotte who had worked alongside me in the transvestite brothel. I actually had a fleeting fond remembrance of Mabel; the old transvestite ‘house keeper’ who kept our ‘work rooms’ clean, our makeup topped up, and who took our feminine apparel to be clean and pressed. Then I remembered the string of brutal men who had used me and any fond remembrances disappeared in a cloud of bitterness. Those bastards had degraded me; forced me into a life of transvestite prostitution. I had endured it and survived. Anyway they were only memories; E Block was dead and empty; fuck the ghosts!

Inside E Block was dark, cold, damp and deadly quiet. The guard led us into the old cafeteria where an assortment of rusty tools lay in a pile. The other inmates didn’t even bother picking up any of the old tools, they moved off in groups to already assigned workplaces. I stood there pale and shivering until the guard turned to me.

"You get to start ripping the fittings out of the bathroom," the surly guard grunted and pointed at me.

I was still shivering when I forced myself to respond.

"Can I work somewhere else; what about the guards offices, I can rip out the wiring. Copper wiring is worth a lot of money." I asked.

"Fuck off! What do you think this is; a fucking holiday? Get those fucking tools and get your arse down to the communal bathroom. I’ve been told you know the way," he sniggered.

What did that mean? I was starting to panic. The fear returning, knowing I was going back to the place where my nightmare on E Block had begun.

"What do you mean you’ve been told I know the way?" I snapped at the guard.

"Get fucking going or you’ll feel my fucking boot in yer arse," he growled

I picked up a wrench and crow bar and skulked off to the bathroom.

The bathroom was a large white tiled communal shower and bath area. I looked at the big old bath where Carmel had shaved and scrubbed me before she transformed me into a transvestite for the first time. The ten sinks, over which Eddie had illegally replaced the stainless steel with glass mirrors, were still there. The sinks were rusty and most of the mirrors broken, the shards of glass removed so that inmates couldn’t use them as weapons I supposed. I shivered again and went and stood in front of one of the two remaining mirrors. It was covered in grime and years of dust. I rubbed at the mirror and created a swath of clear glass that reflected my own face back at me.

I was ten years older than the last time I had looked in this mirror. My face was now thinner if anything, and there were flecks of grey in my hair but despite letting myself go before I came back to Chelmsford, the months of gymnasium training and ten years of professional health treatments prior to my incarceration kept me looking pretty good. For a guy in his forties I looked pretty good, I grinned to myself.

The grin froze on my face and then turned into a silent scream. Another face was reflected in the mirror. It was Iron-Bar Steve; grinning his hateful smirk which I had hoped never to see again.

"Hello Mike; or should I say Michele?" he sneered.

I turned around shocked. Steve was ten years older but just as menacing. He was tall and rangy and his grey hair was pulled back into a ponytail. He wore prison issue jeans but he was also wearing none-issue polished black ‘biker boots’ and an Hawaiian shirt, open to the throat where a gold chain and locket was visible.

"What the fuck……who……….what the fuck are you doing here?" I stammered.

I just stared into his face dumbfounded.

"Eddies dead; long gone, and I took his place," he said

"I run Chelmsford now. Every fucking thing that makes a buck in this shit-hole is run by me; and I’m always looking for a way to make more," he went on.

I looked at him perplexed, not knowing what to do or say. And then I nearly fainted; from behind the mirrored wall I heard the distinct sound of high-heels clicking on floor tiles. From around the corner of the sink units walked Carmel.

"Well hi honey," she cooed, "Welcome back. You ready to go to work?"

Carmel was wearing a grey suit, the skirt just above her knees, she wore her jacket over a white silk blouse; the outfit complete with tan hosiery and black high-heeled court shoes. Her makeup was heavy but professional and she wore a jet-black wig of shoulder length hair. Gold jewellery glittered in her ears, at her throat and on her fingers. She looked like a gaudy, over-madeup, secretary or hostess.

I turned and tried to run but Steve grabbed me and pulled me back. He slammed me against the sink bench and I collapsed winded. He picked me up and slammed me against the bench again and this time I passed out.

When I woke up I was tied to a chair, still inside the E Block bathroom. Steve was standing in front of me; Carmel stood off to one side smoking a cigarette.

"So as I was saying," Steve went on as if nothing had happened, "I’m back into the girl for hire business."

"The new warden had a change of heart. We’re running Chelmsford like it used to be run in the good old days; like, you know, about ten tears ago?"

"It’s hard to believe it’s been ten years," he sighed, "so many changes."

"So anyway; I decided to reopen the E Block brothel. I’ve got Eddie’s old suppliers back on line and along with the other swag we smuggle in, they provide all the necessary items my girls need. Clothes, makeup, shoes, lingerie; the fucking lot."

"But, I don’t understand; E Block is closed, derelict, about to be demolished," I stammered.

"That’s just a front you dopey cunt," Steve went on.

"The work details aren’t demolishing the joint; they’ve actually refitted the cells back into ‘workrooms’. You remember the workrooms right?"

"I’ve already got enough girls working for me to get started. Noncers and homos that were blowing and fucking inmates for fun or chump change. A couple of them have gladly made the switch to becoming transvestite whores. And the others; well I made them an offer they couldn’t refuse," he chuckled.

"And when one of them that still refused. Well……………..he don’t walk so good any more; nor does his wife on the outside either!"

"Carmel here was recruited to take on Mabel’s old job; you know the Madame and organiser. She’s getting a bit long in the tooth, but she still looks a stunner when she’s dressed," he smirked and patted Carmel’s pert behind and then slid his hand up her sleek thigh.

He took his hand from under Carmel’s skirt and went on.

"But, I can always another mature strumpet. Which brings me to why you are here," he said.

"You looked like shit when you first arrived back at Chelmsford; I had a few of my guys check you out and they said you looked like a fat hairy bear; no way you could be transformed into a transvestite."

"But we kept our eye on you, and now, well…….a good all over shave, some makeup, the right wig and clothes, you will be back to your old stunning self. A little older sure, but some of my punters like the more mature and experienced type," he finished and smiled an evil smile at me.

"You’re fucking crazy Steve," I snapped back, "I hated being a transvestite and doing those disgusting things. I only did them because Eddie forced me to. What the fuck makes you think I would ever consider doing that again," I spat at him.

"Fuck you! I’d rather die!" I screamed.

"Well you see, you aren’t going to get that luxury; you work for me, just like you did for Eddie, or you spend your remaining time in Chelmsford in purgatory," Steve relied evilly.

"You will be beaten every week. Not enough to put you in hospital and away from my grasp but enough to keep you in constant agony."

"Also, my contacts on the outside are going to get to your sister Angie. They won’t kill here straight away; they will have a few hours of fun with her first. And they really know how to have fun," he smirked.

"And of course if your niece happens to be with Angie when they take her? Well, boys will be boys," he laughed and held up a picture. It was a picture of my sister Angie with her fourteen-year-old daughter taken outside of their house.

I paled and nearly passed out again.

"You wouldn’t; you couldn’t!" I screamed.

Steve slapped me across the face and pushed the photograph into my face.

"I bet they will both scream a lot more than you just did before they are finally disposed of," Steve said flatly, and sat down on the edge of the bench and lit a cigarette.

"You get one chance to say yes or no; I will have your answer now."

Steve pulled a slim cellular phone from his pocket, it is of course highly illegal for inmates to have cell-phones of course, and punched a button.

"Danny, yeah it’s me. You ready to go on the thing. Yeah that’s it. The daughter’s with her? Good. Well stand by and I’ll call you in two," he talked into the phone.

"Well that’s it Mike, you got two minutes to give me an answer!" he sneered at me.

I was horrified. I either agreed to undergo at least a year of being a transvestite prostitute, or this heathen would have my sister and niece raped and murdered. What choice did I have? I sat there tied to the chair and cried; tears streaming down my face. I couldn’t talk, I couldn’t do anything other than sob. The horror of the choice I had to make was almost beyond comprehension.

Steve flicked open his phone again and hit a button.

"Hey Danny; enjoy. I want pictures; you know before and after shots," the sick bastard said.

"No! No! No!……I’ll do it!…… I’ll do it!" I cried

"Hold on Danny; the job’s off. Well I’m sure you can find someone else to meet your needs; just not those two. I still want you to keep an eye on them though, I might change my mind." Steve snapped the phone shut.

"You get the picture Mike?" he barked.

"And don’t bother trying to call and tell your sister to pack up and fuck off to wherever because my main man Danny will have her under surveillance. Not all of the time of course; but you will never know when."

"So. Now; where were we? That’s right you had just consented to working for me."

"Carmel here will assist you to make your transformation back into Michele."

"And look on the bright side; it’s not like I’m asking you to do something that you have never done before is it? From what I remember of that day on the stairwell outside the Guvnor’s office you were quite good at what I want you to did!" I slumped in the chair defeated and watched as Steve turned his back to me sauntered off.

"Ok Carmel; get that sorted! I want the place open for business after supper" he yelled back over his shoulder and left me alone with Carmel, the transvestite Madame.

"Ok hun; let’s get you prepared. You remember how?" Carmel asked in friendly tone.

My head was still spinning and I could barely compose myself.

"Not really. I haven’t dressed for ten years," I whispered.

"Really! You never; you know? Got the urge after you left here?" she asked.

"No," I lied, "I have never had the urge to dress like a woman ever since I left this scum-bucket of a place. I’m a man, and I’ve only had manly thoughts," I snapped back at her.

"Sure hun, whatever. Anyway let’s start; I’m sure it’s just like riding a bike, you never really forget," Carmel finished with smile.

Carmel untied me and led me into the small room where the big old white bath still sat after all there years. It was full of steaming soapy water. She helped me to strip and get into the warm water. Carmel lifted my leg and started shaving it, and then she put the razor in my hand.

"It will go quicker if we work together here hun," she said, and took another razor and began to shave my back.

After forty-five minutes of fiddling with half a dozen disposable razors my body was completely shaven. Carmel shaved my face and neck with a fresh razor and helped me out of the bath and dried me. She applied hair remover around my anus, genitals, and crotch and in the crack of my buttocks and a few minutes later she washed it off and dried me again.

"There we are Michele, all that horrible hair is gone," she said sweetly.

I looked up at her, dejected and resigned to my fate. Then I realised I had responded to being called Michele.

Carmel wrapped me in silk kimono and led me upstairs to the next level. We walked down a corridor with three cells on each side. The cells were all deserted but for the oversize cots which were made up with satin sheets and comforters. In each cell there were full size wardrobes, lighted makeup mirrors hung over vanity dressing tables littered with makeup, perfume and different shaped and coloured wigs sitting on wig-stands. I knew that the inside the wardrobes would be filled with sexy feminine attire and pairs of high-heels, the drawers crammed with lingerie. I remembered this place from all those years ago. The ‘workrooms’ Eddie and his cohorts called them. I couldn’t believe I was back here in this nightmare again.

"This is your old workroom honey, hope you like it," Carmel said as she led me inside the cell.

"Like it! Like it! Are you fucking crazy Carmel! How the fuck can I like the fact that I am about to dress me up like a woman so that strangers can abuse me sexually!" I screamed.

"Well hun, you didn’t like it at first the last time you were in Chelmsford if I remember rightly; but after a while; well I remember that time with me and Charlotte, and you spent all that time married to Davey before you got parole," she said matter of factly.

"You dumb cunt I had no choice! I had to do what I had to do to survive!" I screamed again.

"You just keep singing that song hun. Whatever gets you through the night and all that. But it ain’t the way I remember it. Anyway, Steve said as soon as you show any signs of reluctance to just show you this. But I think I’ll just stick it here on the mirror where you can see it all the time," she said, and stuck the picture of my sister Angie and my niece to the top right-hand corner of the mirror.

"Now I had to estimate your size but I figure a mixture of twelves and fourteens will do. You ain’t fat but you’re a big girl and I got you tens and elevens for your shoes. I know they’re right because we’re the same size as I remember," she went on.

She went over to wardrobe and opened the doors. She rummaged around and picked out various items of clothing and laid them out on the bed. She placed a pair of black stappy high-heels on the floor near the bed and then selected various items of jewellery and put them on the dresser. She pointed to a brunette wig which had lighter highlights streaked through it.

"Wear this wig with those clothes and shoes I have laid out for you. You should be ok with your makeup; like I said it’s like riding a bike – you never forget how. But I’ll drop in on you in about forty-five minutes." She said.

"Now look Michele. You better wake the fuck up and get with the program! One of Steve’s other prospects refused to cooperate and now he walks with a cane and so does his wife."

"I’m hoping this is going to be easy for you because you’ve done it before, but if you make it hard it won’t end well." Carmel finished.

"See ya soon hun; were open for business in about an hour so get cracking!" Carmel strutted out of the cell, her high-heels clicking on the tiled floor of the corridor.

I pulled the chair up in front of the dressing table and put my head in my hands and started to cry. I heard a voice through the bars of the cell.

"You don’t have time for that Michele; if you can’t get it together, look at the picture on the mirror and get the fuck on with what you know you have to do!" It was Carmel shouting down the corridor.

I heard muffled snippets of conversation and other noises coming from some of the other cells; girls turning up to get transformed and ready for work. I stood up and closed the full-length curtains across the front of my cell; the sheer material covering the bars from top to bottom. I went back and sat at the dresser, sighed and looked down at the makeup. Carmel was right; even after all this time I knew what to do. I looked down at all of the packages, brand new, still in their cellophane wrappings. I selected what I needed and opened the packages and laid them out in the order I would use them.

I applied generous amounts of foundation to my face and then a similar coloured face powder to set the makeup foundation. I remembered that if I didn’t get my eyeliner right the first time it was always a pain to clean off all the makeup around my eyes to start again so I did my eyeliner next; black kohl all along the edges of my upper and lower lids. I brushed on liberal amounts of eyeshadow, aqua on my eyelids and pink around the rest of my upper eyes right up to my brows and out to the edge of my eye socket. I brushed on three coats of black mascara and rouged my cheeks, accenting my high distinct cheekbones.

I picked out a ruby red two-part, long-lasting lipstick and painted my lips with the base coat. While that set I painted my fingernails and toenails with nail polish to match my lipstick; I applied the two coats very carefully as I was out of practice. I then dusted my face all over with glossy finishing powder. I picked up the wig and adjusted the brunette bob so that the fringe came to just above my eyebrows and then brushed it out over my ears and around the back and nape of my neck. To set my lipstick I applied the final clear coat carefully over my ruby red lips. I smacked them together and looked at my face in the mirror.

I couldn’t believe it; Michele was back! A lot older sure; but just as sexy. The familiar routine of carefully applying makeup, and the taste, texture and feel of the makeup all came flooding back. I wanted to cry again but I knew I couldn’t. It would only fuck up my makeup and I didn’t have time to do it again, it had already taken me twice as long to do as it used to.

I walked over and sat on the bed and pulled on the white satin brassiere that Carmel had been laid out for me. I positioned two life-like silicon breastforms inside the cups and adjusted the fit. Next I slipped into a black satin garter-belt, the six long suspenders hanging from it. I clipped it at my waist and spun it around so it sat nicely in position with the clasps at my back. I opened the package of stockings, black nylon, fully fashioned with the reinforced heel and toe, back-seams and gauzy stocking-tops. I slid each of the gossamer stockings up my newly shaved legs, clipped them to the suspenders and adjusted the seams. A shiver of pleasure tried to emerge from my memory but I forced it down.

I stepped into the white full-cut silky nylon panties that matched my bra; familiar little shocks of pleasure ran through me as the panties rustled against my nylon stockings and again I suppressed them. I reached for the mauve silk blouse, put my arms into the sleeves and buttoned it up, struggling with the buttons because they are on the opposite side to a man’s shirt and I hadn’t worn a blouse for so long. I stepped into the navy blue rayon pencil skirt and pulled it up and closed up the zip on the side. I adjusted the waist and smoothed out the skirt, it clung to my thighs and the hem came to about mid-thigh. It showed a lot of leg, and the form fitting pencil shape showed off my buttocks. I sat down and put on my high heel sandals, the gold buckles glittering against my dark nylon stockings; my painted toenails visible through the reinforced toes.

I stood and walked over to the dresser and clipped on the silver drop earrings and fastened a matching pendant necklace around my neck. I pushed a couple of silver bangles on each wrist, and two rings on the first and third fingers of each hand; the rings emphasised my red painted fingernails. I sprayed a liberal amount of ‘Poison’ (my favourite perfume) on my neck, my decolletage, and a couple of squirts under my skirt.

There I was finished. I stood up and looked in the mirror. God it was uncanny! I looked just like the old Michele used to look. Sure I was eleven years older but I still looked quite attractive. Then I heard my cell door clatter open and the privacy curtain was wisped back. Carmel entered my workroom.

"Michele, you look stunning!" she said.

She walked over and stood beside me looking into the full-length mirror.

"I tell you what honey; the guys in this hole don’t deserve two good looking sheilas like us. We make quite an attractive pair of strumpets" she giggled

"Are you fucking crazy!" I yelled in her face.

"Good looking pair of sheilas??? Attractive strumpets??? We’re fucking men you moron. We are two middle-aged guys dressed up as women! And soon some repulsive criminal is going to come in here and expect me satisfy him sexually while he pretends that I’m a woman!" I screamed.

"Well Michele you can fight this all you like but you know how it works; you’ve been here before. I you don’t like what’s happening; you just have to pretend you do."

"You know some of the punters like it when you get off; and, well some of them really like it if they have to force you a bit; but you know how it works. So I’ll send in your first customer shall I?" she finished.

"You fucking dozy cunt Carmel. You’re talking to me like I have just returned to an old job from the past that I used to like!" I replied.

"I fucking hated being a transvestite and the thought of having to go through all that filth and depravity again disgusts me!"

"Oh no Michele; you don’t get away with that. I know you enjoyed most of your time in here as a transvestite so don’t deny it. You can quote all of the psychiatric self justification you want but I was here and I remember what happened," she went on.

"Yeah you were forced to do what you did, same as you are being forced now. But don’t hand me that ‘I didn’t like any of it bullshit!’"

"Anyway I don’t have time to justify either of our pasts or present circumstances; we just have to live with them."

"First punter; five minutes, be ready!" she finished and closed the curtain and walked out.

I sat down on my bed and was about to cry when I caught a glimpse of my sister’s photo stuck in the corner of my mirror. I swallowed by pride, set my resolve and lifted my head to the curtain to await whoever walked through it.

A couple of minutes later my workroom door opened and the curtain was pulled back. In walked Carmel with a young man in his early twenties dressed in regulation prison fatigues. He looked around sheepishly and then Carmel took his hand and led him over in front of me.

"Michele this is Brendan; it’s his first time doing this sort of thing so I thought I would give him to one of my more experienced girls ok?" she smiled sweetly at both us and then winked at me.

"Brendan, Michele is the best I have. She’s just come out of retirement and that makes you both special; she will be your first Tranny and you will be her first man for some time. Enjoy kids. Don’t forget Brendan, you only paid for short time; I’ll be back to get you in half an hour." Carmel finished and exited closing the curtains and door behind her.

"I, I, I, err, I’m really nervous," Brendan stammered.

"But you look lovely. You look like one of those older women who used to come around to see me mum. They were like you; heavy makeup, tight skirts, nylon stockings and fuck me high-heels. I used to wank meself crazy thinking about them," he blushed.

"Well if you are nervous and this is your first time, maybe you just want to sit on the bed and talk," I cooed, hoping I could get Brendan to waste his half hour talking.

He was having none of it.

"Fuck that! I want to get me money’s worth! You’re a whore and I want right now sex, I don’t care if you have a cock as long as I don’t have to touch it. I haven’t had any sex for six months so I’m going to enjoy this; it’s cost me all me savings," he said and reached out and pulled me to him.

Brendan locked me in his arms and his lips came down hard on mine. He pushed his body against mine, dry humping and moaning and groaning. As his tongue pushed into my mouth the old familiar taste of lipstick and makeup rekindled memories long repressed. His tongue started to explore my mouth and he hugged me harder and I could feel his erection growing in his denim jeans.

"Oh fuck yeah; this is so good. Let me take it out before I come in me pants," he grunted and eased himself away a little from me.

Brendan fumbled around with his flies and I heard the sound of his zipper being yanked down. He took my hand and nervously placed it inside his trousers; my painted fingernails scraped against smooth hard skin. It was the first penis besides my own that I had touched in over ten years. My fingers automatically took the swollen phallus in a loose grip and eased it out of Brendan’s jeans.

He was shivering and shaking so hard that I knew I could make him come in seconds and that’s what I decided I would do. If I could get away with making this guy climax without using my mouth or even worse by bottom, then I was going to do it.

"So you liked that mommies friends wore short skirts, nylons and high heels did you?" I teased, as I slowly stoked Brendan’s hard cock.

"Oh yeah, I love the way you are dressed even if you are a guy," he whispered.

"Well you certainly know how to make a girl feel good," I chuckled.

"Oh fuck this talking; come here you sexy bitch," he groaned and pulled me against him again.

Brendan’s hands went straight to my buttocks and I felt him lift my skirt up completely so that it rode up around my waist. He kissed me hard and his tongue explored my mouth, panting muffled moans of pleasure. He was playing into my hands and I responded to his kisses and twined my tongue around his and started to squeeze and stroke his rock hard cock.

Brendan pushed me back and lowered me onto the bed without breaking our embrace, his hands running up and down my nyloned thighs and across my smooth nylon panties. I guided his erection against my leg so that his glans rasped against my stocking-top whilst my hand stroked his shaft. He was shivering and whimpering and I knew he was close to orgasm; I wanted him to come soon before he figured out what I was up to.

His hands moved back under me and he caressed my buttocks squeezing and massaging them through my silky panties and he pushed his body against me and I felt his penis begin to pulse and throb. He was now panting uncontrollably, his hands squeezing and kneading my buttocks, his crotch pushing hard with the rhythm of my strokes as I masturbated him. He forced the tip of his penis harder against my thigh so that my gossamer stocking excited him further. I knew this young man was living out the fantasy of getting his rocks off with one of his mommy’s middle-aged girlfriends.

I squeezed and massaged Brendan’s penis and then released my grip on his member and pushed my body up to meet his thrusts so that his cock was humping my thigh. He quickly moved his hands under my back and gripped my shoulders and began to dry fuck me. I clamped my legs together so that his manhood was trapped between my sheer stockinged thighs and wrapped my arms around him and humped him back. I wanted this young man to climax and then get off me so this could all be over with as soon as possible.

Brendan quivered and shook and hot streams of semen suddenly drenched my thighs; I felt the hot seed against my skin as it seeped through my hose. Jet after jet of Brendan’s spend soaked into my stockings as he ejaculated against my thighs. I gagged but forced myself to keep control and tense my thighs around his erupting penis and push up against him; kissing him deeply as he gasped into my mouth in the throes of orgasm.

He slowly came down from his climax and then relaxed and lay still on top of me; his passion spent. After a minute he pushed himself off me and stood with his back to me as he put away his deflating penis and zipped up his jeans. He seemed almost embarrassed about what had just happened.

I held up my skirt as I stood up so that none of his semen would stain it. Keeping my skirt rucked up around my waist, I clattered across the cell to my dressing table and took a handful of tissues and wiped away the long ropes of Brendan’s cooling semen from my thighs. The silence was awkward and I wanted him to go.

"I know what you did," Brendan whispered.

"What?" I replied.

"I know what did. You asked me about my fetish for older women in stockings and makeup and that, and then you got me off so that you didn’t have to suck me or anything," he said petulantly.

"Well next time I’m getting a suck at least; maybe more," he whined.

"Yep next time I’m getting my full money’s worth," Brendan grumbled as he flung back the curtain and clattered out of my workroom cell.

I was relieved. I had seen off my first punter having only to live with the indignity of having to masturbate him and make him come over my legs. But I was still ashamed of myself. I felt distressed and alarmed that the seductive skills that I had learned here in Chelmsford so long ago had returned so quickly and easily. I had quickly regressed back into a transvestite hooker. I looked at the photo of my sister and niece attached to mirror and rationalised that I had only done what I had to do to ensure their well being.

But as I stood there in my come stained stockings holding my skirt up around my waist with the pungent aroma of perfume and hot semen in the air, I wondered how I was going to justify to myself the stiff erection bulging out the front of my panties.


To be continued………………………………..

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Nylon and Lace II

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Next thing I know is I’m having this fantastic dream, an erotic dream. I can’t see faces or bodies or who is there, but a hundred thousand hands are softly caressing my body. They are specially interested in my legs, then my belly, then my butt. The number of hands are diminishing, but the intensity of their caresses are increasing, although none are going to my crotch. Yet. I can feel them caressing my stockinged legs, my laced body, whispering in my ear. I can’t make out what they are saying, but the breathing in my ear is turning the heat up between my legs, front and back!. That warm breath in my ear along with the murmur is making me crazy, the soft touching on my body worse, I feel like I want to come, but somehow, something is making me hold back. I try

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to roll over, get face down in the bed so I can rub my dick against the mattress, but the hands won’t let me.

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.