Shawna Summers
"I can't believe we're doing this," I comment to my friend Jim as we walked into his house. We entered the front door of the large house, and I saw the Halloween decorations were all over the hallway. Jim's mom usually got into Halloween, I guess that's why she was cool with this.
"Why? It's not a big deal," Jim commented casually. Maybe not for you, I thought, but didn't say. I was about to live out one of my biggest fantasies, and I was just hoping I wouldn't get too into it.
"Jim? Is that you?" Jim's mom called from down the hallway.
"Yeah, Mom. And John's here, too."
"Oh good." She leaned out of the kitchen. "Hey John. How are you?"
"Fine Mrs. B, thanks."
"All ready for your big night?" she winked at me.
"Yeah, I think so." I tried to sound nonchalant about it. Inside I was
still reeling. I saw Jim's mom was in a long black dress. I guessed she
was going to do a witch or something along those lines.
"Your sister is upstairs, Jim. She's all ready for you both. I want to
finish the cupcakes for the party." She headed back into the kitchen.
"C'mon let's see what El has." Jim started heading upstairs. I followed,
trying to control my racing heart. It was amazing how a simple comment
led me here. A few weeks ago as we waited for the bus to school, Jim was
cracking every up as he usually did, then he busts out with, "Yeah, and
I'm gonna be a hooker for Halloween." Needless to say, as someone who
had been experimenting with crossdressing this got my attention big
time! Jim was one of those people that always did his own thing, and to
hell with what anyone else thought.
"Man, I'd never have the guts to go out like that," was all I said. For
some reason, it became Jim's mission to convince me I could go out like
that. Not that I really needed much convincing! His sister would even
help us with the clothes and the make-up and stuff. Honestly, it was all
a little too good to be true. I kept waiting for someone to pinch me and
wake me up.
"El?" Jim called from the top step.
"Back here," came Elsie's reply. Elsie was Jim's older sister. I didn't
really know her that well since she was several years older than Jim and
I, plus she had already graduated. She was in the bathroom, working on
her make-up. She was already in costume as a cheerleader. She smiled at
me. "Hey John, so he roped you into this, too?"
"Yeah, he made it sound like it would be a real trip," I said, still
trying to play it cool.
"It should be, if nothing else the party should be as wild as ever." She
glanced in the mirror, then at us. "You guys go ahead and get changed.
Jim, your stuff's on your bed. John, there's stuff for you in the spare
bedroom. Yell if either of you need help." She turned and looked at us
both directly. "And don't try to put the stockings on without help. You
will rip them."
My heart was hammering in my chest. I couldn't believe this was about to
happen. I almost turned and ran back down the steps, but then I calmed
down and thought about it. It's Halloween, right? Lots of people get all
crazy. Right? Why can't I? Besides it's just a local party. What was the
worst that could happen?
I made my down the hallway to the spare room. I was glad they'd put us
separately. I wasn't sure how much of my excitement I'd be able to
contain. Normally when I dressed in my stash of stuff at home I'd be
excited the whole time. I must have been too nervous this time, because
I wasn't even hard yet. Probably a good thing really, as I glanced at
the pile of clothes, it looked like there wasn't much material at all. I
held each item up, going over it, felling a slight shiver as I did. The
top was a black bustier. It was PVC, too. I couldn't believe the rush as
I ran my hand over it. Apparently my whole theme was kinky, since the
miniskirt was a red PVC number. It looked like it was going to be short,
too. Maybe mid thigh if I was lucky, probably more like upper thigh if I
was really lucky! The black fishnets were still in a little bag. I guess
they got those new. I had given Jim some money for the costume a while
ago, so I didn't really know what it was going to be like. There was a
black thong, though that wasn't PVC. It was softer and silkier though.
It wasn't satin, but it felt nice whatever it was. Then there was a
corset. A real deal corset, with laces and stays and everything. It was
a bit worn, so I guessed it had been borrowed, or bought used, but I
wasn't too concerned. Though I did realized I didn't have a clue how to
put it on. There was also a belt like thing with some straps hanging
down. It took me a moment to figure out it was a garter belt.
I was just about to yell for Elsie, when I heard Jim call, "Hey El, how
do I get this lace-up thingy on?"
"Oh shit, I forgot about the corsets. Hang on Jim." She knocked on the
spare bedroom door. "Hey, you're going to need help..."
I held up the corset, "With this? Yeah, I was just about to ask when Jim
did."
El gave me a quick smile. It also looked like there was a little gleam
in here eye. It could have just been me though, I was about as high as
you can get without chemical assistance.
"Here," she said. She took the corset and held it up for me. I got a
little timid about getting undressed, but El put it in perspective,
"You're going to be dressed like a hooker all night, you might as well
get over being shy, right now."
I pulled my t-shirt off and slid my arms into the shoulder straps. She
helped me do the buckles on the front, then grabbed the laces in the
back. "Ready?"
"Ready for wha... ooof!" I grunted as she pulled the laces tight. Not
tight enough to cut off air or anything, but enough to make me aware of
the corset. Also, enough to make me realize my sides were pushed in, and
my chest was pushed up. I actually looked like I had some cleavage.
"Okay, let me go help Jim. Yell when you're ready for the stockings."
I turned back to pile of clothes and slide the rest of my clothes off.
Pulling up the panties was a familiar sensation, so that enough. I did a
decent job of tucking my semi-hard cock into the panties, giving me that
nice flat front. It took me a few moments to put on the garter belt and
get it situated right. The skirt quickly followed that up. I relished
the feel of the cool PVC sliding over my skin. I could really get used
to this, I thought. I slid the bustier up over my head. The slick
material felt really great, and it did very little to cover the
décolletage that had been created by the corset. In fact the black
really showed of the white skin of my chest. I considered briefly
pulling my cock out and jerking off really fast, I knew I wouldn't last
long. But I also knew I wouldn't have the guts to through with it then.
"El! I'm ready for the stockings," I called down the hall.
"Okay." The answer came from Jim's room. I heard her say something to
Jim, then come down to me. She entered the room, and looked a little
surprised. "Hey, you look pretty good," she smiled. I blushed, but
didn't say anything.
She showed me how to roll up the stocking like a little donut and slide
my toes in first, then to roll the stocking up my leg. They felt so nice
going on, though I wished they were the regular kind, and not fishets. I
guess you can't have everything.
"Oh, and make sure you tuck the garter straps inside of your thong," El
added.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because, if the straps are outside your panties, you'll have to undo
them to take your panties off, if you need to go to the bathroom," she
stated simply.
"Oh," I said, genuinely surprised. I'd never thought how complicated
things could be like that. I tucked a few garter straps through the
waistband. "Like this?"
"Yes, just like that. Then use the little hooks here to hold your
stockings up."
"Man, this is kind of complicated," I commented.
"True," El replied, "this is why so many women prefer pantyhose. It's
much simpler."
"So, why didn't you get that?"
"Well, Jim said he wanted you guys to be as slutty as possible. And few
things scream slut, like garter straps showing under a too short
miniskirt. Besides fishnets scream slutty, too." El smiled and laughed.
"Okay, get the other stocking on and come down for your make-up."
"El! This is stuck!" Jim yelled from the other room.
I finished rolling up the other stocking, relishing the feeling as
always. The real rush was yet to come. I'd only really played around
with make-up to this point, and had no idea what I was doing.
I headed into the hallway towards the bathroom and El came out at the
same time. "Ready to be transformed?"
"As ready as I'll ever be," I claimed.
She sat me down in front of the bathroom mirror and began working away.
I tried to watch as much as I could, maybe pick-up a few pointers, but
it was hard with her working so much. I just know that Jim came in after
a few minutes, bragging about how hot he looked. I had to admit, he
didn't look bad. He was a bit more muscular than me, so it was hard to
really mistake him for a girl, but his outfit was way trashier than
mine. They'd gone with a red tube top and black mini-skirt for Jim. He
had stockings on, too. I could tell because the garters were sticking
out of the hem. El was right, it did look pretty slutty.
Jim was having a pretty good time of it. I tried to sneak peeks when I
could. I was amazed as the brushes and things ran over my face, how
much less I looked like me each time I closed and opened my eyes.
Finally El said, "One last touch." I felt her place something on my
head.
A wig, I realized. Of course, my hair was way too short for anything
else. I opened my eyes and stared in amazement. I almost gasped at how
good I looked. Well, okay I looked like a tramp on the prowl, too. I
mean it was pretty dramatic, but it was amazing. The jet black wig, the
slutty make-up and the trampy outfit, I was pretty much set. I stood
aside as El sat Jim down, and I tried to watch without paying too much
attention to how she was putting the make-up on.
I realized I'd never be able to follow along and recreate, but I tried
to get as much as I could. After a few minutes, she'd made Jim over into
a trash queen, too. She placed a blonde wig on his head, and Jim said,
"Now, we'll get to see if blondes really do have more fun!"
El just shook her head. "Okay, I've got to get my make-up on, there are
purses for both of you on Jim's bed, and oh, shit! I forgot your shoes!"
She giggled as she left the room. "You're gonna love these!"
She came back a few moments later with some wicked looking stripper
heels. They were open-toed pumps, with straps at the ankles, and 4 inch
heels. Continuing the alternating trend, one pair was red, one was
black. El handed me the red pair, Jim the black. "Get these on, and let
mom know I'll be ready to go in a few."
Jim looked surprised. "Damn! I know you said you were getting heels, but
aren't these a bit... much?"
"You said you wanted to be slutty, that was the best I could find and
not get too expensive. Now get!" She closed the bathroom door. She
called from the other side of the door, "You might want put those on
downstrairs."
I looked at Jim, "Why?"
He guessed, "Well, I don't want to try the stairs in these stilts. Let's
go."
We headed down and settled in the living room to get our footwear on.
Jim was struggling with the buckles, I pretended like it was giving me a
hard time, too.
"Oh, don't you two look adorable," Jim's mom sarcastically said from the
hallway. "Actually neither of you looks too bad. Need help with those?"
"Yeah," Jim looked defeated.
"I guess so," I shrugged.
She went over and helped Jim first. Once she got them buckled she told
him, "The cupcakes are in the tray on the kitchen counter, grab them and
take them out to the car."
Jim got up and wobbled a bit when he stood. "Or you could practice a bit
first, then take the cupcakes out." Jim wobbled towards the kitchen
trying to step carefully.
Jim's mom came over to me and knelt down in front of me. She looked up
at me with that twinkle in her eye again. "You know, I picked out the
outfits for both of you. Do you like yours?"
I nodded, trying not to seem too eager. "Yes, it's, well, I don't know.
It's different that's for sure."
She smiled as she finished buckling the shoe. "I got the corset, just
for you. I thought it would be a nice touch you'd like." She let her
hand linger on my ankle for just a moment more than was appropriate.
She then stood. "Be a dear, and go help Jim with the cupcakes."
I stood, and needed a moment to steady myself. Sure I'd worn heels
before, but those were and inch or two. This was a whole new game. I
practiced stepping carefully as I teetered off to the kitchen. El
bounded downstairs and we all headed out to the car.
I was beginning to get the hang of the heels, while Jim was still
working on it a bit. Heading out the front door was a bit of a rush. I'd
never been outside dressed before, but I was pretty sure this was
something I'd want to do again.
The Halloween party in the neighborhood was something of an annual
event, though it was held on the Friday or Saturday after Halloween, so
it didn't interfere with actual trick-or-treating. Every year a
different family hosted, and it seemed to grow bigger each time. This
year the Davis' were hosting, and they had a big backyard that ensured
there would be lots happening. We got there and the party was in full
swing, the sun had just started to set, so everyone was starting to
arrive.
I was a bit nervous heading up to the front door, but then I remembered
everyone was in costume, and I knew from previous years that lots of
women would be there dressed sexily, and each year a few guys came
dressed as girls.
When we got there several people knew Jim's mom and sister, and greeted
them. They were shocked to hear the sexy hookers were me and Jim!
"Oh, you both have to enter the costume contest!" Mrs. Davis gushed.
"You both look perfect!"
I was really surprised how much attention we were getting. Jim
especially, since he would go out of his way to draw attention. This was
his element, and he knew it, so he played it up like crazy.
I wasn't too surprised at how many guys were checking us out. I was more
surprised at how nasty some of the girls were looking at us. I guess it
was just cattiness. I tried to not let that get to me, and enjoy the
party.
We played games, someone started doing karaoke, and at some point in the
evening, I got something to drink. After that the party really picked
up, though I only remember some of it, since I had a bit too much to
drink.
There were several incidents of note. One was the first time I went to
the bathroom. I went in closed the door and went over to the toilet. I
tried to work out the logistics of hiking up my skirt while pulling down
my panties and was unable to come up with a good plan. So, I figured
what the hell, and sat down, only to realize what El had been talking
about earlier, my panties would only go down to the garter straps. So, I
spent a few minutes unhooking those and rehooking them inside the
panties. It did feel a bit strange to be sitting down to pee, but oh
well. I checked out my make-up in the mirror, and decided to practice. I
reapplied the lipstick and it didn't look half bad. El had been pretty
nice and left several things of make-up in the purse for me. I briefly
wondered if Jim had them, too and figured he had. It seemed they were
divvying things up well between us both.
I also had an interesting encounter with a guy from school, Don. I was
coming down the hallway and Don was quite clearly looking me up and
down. "Damn girl, you are smoking hot!"
I smiled shyly and said, "Thank you. What's your costume?"
"I'm a high school student," he replied showing off his school jacket.
Then he looked closer, "You're a dude?"
"Yeah," I replied. I was a bit nervous, not knowing how he'd react.
Don just shook his head and smiled a bit. "Well, you still look pretty
damn good. You're Jim's friend, right? So, how much?"
"How much what?" I responded confused at his sudden question.
"Well, you're a hooker, right? How much?" He laughed at his own wit.
"I don't know, I hadn't thought about it. I guess I'm not on duty yet,"
I responded.
"Well, let me know if you feel like making a few bucks." He winked and
headed on down the hallway.
My head was reeling a bit both from the implication, and the suddenness
of the encounter. I found myself a bit excited. Was it because he'd been
interested? I'd always wondered if I was gay. I mean, after all, what
straight guy would want to dress as a girl, right? But the idea was both
exciting and frightening. Also, I hated to admit it, but for some
reason, the idea of being paid for it, made me even more excited. What
the hell was wrong with me?
I headed outside to get some air and clear my head. Though as I headed
out, I discovered quite quickly that if I was going off the porch I'd
have to do so barefoot. Apparently spike heels sink into the ground,
another learning experience.
Jim came up to me as I came back in. "Come on!"
"What's up?" I asked.
"The costume contest is getting ready to start," he replied.
I hesitated, a bit uncertain. "I don't think so." I shook my head.
Jim tugged at my arm. "Come on! It'll be fun, besides you're already
here, everyone's seen you. What's the difference?"
"The difference is I'm nervous enough. That will just freak me out more.
You go, have fun." I turned away.
Jim looked as though he was going to try more, but then shook his head
and went over to the living room where the contest was being held.
There were several entrants, mostly typical Halloween fodder, witches
and such. There was one girl who was a very sexy vampire that I thought
looked good and put a lot of work into her costume. One guy was a knight
and had head to toe armor. It looked pretty good, too. Not realistic or
anything, but it didn't look like cardboard either.
The vote was based on the crowd, which only pushed Jim more. He strutted
and shook and had a good time with it. In the end, the guy who was
pinball game won overall, Jim got the prize for best guy's costume, and
the sexy vampire won for best girl's. I was a bit disappointed I didn't
try, but I also knew I'd never show off like Jim, and the entrants who
didn't make a show of it didn't get any response from the crowd.
El grabbed us after the contest. "Hey mom's had a bit too much to drink
and doesn't look good. I'm gonna take her home, give me a call when
you're ready to come back."
"Don't worry about it," Jim said. "Take care of mom, we'll catch a ride
with someone else."
"You sure?" El asked.
"Yeah, its fine. Go ahead," I replied.
"Okay, but if you can't find a ride, give me a call," El said and headed
to the bathroom.
Jim went to go help.
So, I wandered off into the crown again, not sure how I felt about
having to bum a ride from someone. Maybe Jim wouldn't be able to find a
ride, and we'd have to call El anyway.
As if reading my mind, Jim came up a moment later. "El got mom loaded
up, and don't worry I found someone to give us a ride."
"Okay, good," I said again trying to sound nonchalant.
I managed to loosen up a bit after that, even started dancing around and
having a little fun. I was really getting into it when Jim came up and
tapped me on the shoulder. I leaned in close to hear him over the music.
"Our ride is leaving, time to go."
"Figures, I was just starting to get into this," I replied.
"I know, I hated to disappoint you. You can always stay if you want, see
if someone else will give you a ride."
I considered it for a moment, what the hell, right?
"Yeah, I think that's a good idea," I replied.
"Really?" Jim seemed quite surprised, but then laughed. "Alright, you
sure you're going to be cool?"
"I'm good, thanks, and thank your sister for me," I replied.
Jim headed off and I returned to the dance floor to have some more fun.
I had quite a good time, and even managed to get a few dance partners
both male and female. I was going a little too strong after all the
drinking though, and at some point got really tired.
I headed off to the side to sit down. It felt like it was going to be a
minute, but it must have been longer, since I woke up and it was much
later. The party was still going, but had quieted down some. At first, I
was a bit disoriented, not remembering where I was or how I was dressed,
but when I felt the corset and the thong hugging close to me, I
remembered pretty damn fast!
I figured I'd better get heading home. My folks would expect me to be
late, but it couldn't be too late. I wandered around, but everyone I
found was either drunk, staying or didn't have a car. Finally I decided
to just start walking. Brilliant, I know, but I was still pretty tipsy.
It was kind of nice to get out into the night air. And dressed as I was,
I felt like a real streetwalker on the prowl. This feeling was only
enhanced by a few cars slowing as they passed me.
The real shock was when one stopped! My heart leapt into my throat. What
if they thought I was a real hooker! I mean, our neighborhood didn't
usually get that kind of stuff, but you never know what people might
think. The passenger side window rolled down and I saw Don's familiar
face appear.
"Hey good looking, need a ride?" he grinned devilishly.
I looked into the car saw Chuck, Don's best friend driving.
"I don't want to be a bother," I replied.
"No bother at all. Hop in." Don opened the door and stepped out.
I hesitated briefly. Then hopped in. Don climbed in after me, and I slid
down the bench seat a bit to make some room.
"Damn," said Chuck. "You look fan-freaking-tastic."
I blushed a bit. "Thanks."
"I told you she looked awesome," Don told Chuck as slid back in, moving
over to be right next to me. I shifted nervously, and looked over at
Don. He was smiling and looked me up and down again.
Chuck sped off, and Don put his hand on my knee. I looked up at him.
"Listen Don..."
"Don't worry, babe. I know you're a pro, but I think you'll really like
this," he interrupted.
"I... what? Listen maybe I should just..." I started.
"Get a little friendlier what a good idea," Don finished and grabbed my
hand putting it on his crotch. I could feel his rock hard cock through
his jeans.
I pulled my hand back, but not as quickly as I should have. I hated to
admit it, but the feeling was erotic.
"What's the matter? Feeling a little shy? You don't look shy. You don't
feel shy," he whispered close to my ear. Then pressed his lips against
my ear.
I gasped for a moment, then tensed, trying to push him away. He nibbled
on my ear, and whispered, "Don't fight, you know you want it. I saw you
all night, you know. You really should be a girl."
"Don, listen I can't. I don't want to, I need to get home." I tried
pushing him away again.
"Hey don't be like that, I want to make you feel like the girl you
should be," he tried again.
"Don't say that! I'm not a girl! It was just a stupid costume!" I
blurted, realizing I was still slurring. I could also feel my panties
starting to bulge. Damn it! I was getting excited now, too.
"You keep telling yourself that, you might believe it," Don snorted.
"So, are you going to do this, or what?"
"Do what? I thought you were offering me a ride?" I asked.
"We are, we just didn't say where to. Besides you want to ride, you have
to pay. And I know how girls like you pay," Don laughed, emphasizing the
words 'like you'.
His words were exciting me again, but I tried to fight it. "No, I
can't."
"Can't, or won't?" Don asked.
"Both," I replied.
"Sounds like we got a little cocktease," Chuck jumped in.
"Yeah, you know we don't like being cockteased. I mean, I'd hate for
word of this to get out," Don smiled evilly.
"What... what do you mean?" I asked more than a little scared.
"Simple, I'd hate to have to tell everyone at school how a drunk little
hooker got into the car and was all over me, even trying to pull my cock
out. I bet that would make for a long school year. Of course, the gay
guys might like you better," Don detailed.
"You wouldn't," I stated.
"Try me, bitch. I like to get my way, and I'm going to get off on you,
one way or another," Don stated.
I looked him in the eyes, and I knew he wasn't kidding around. I slumped
down, defeated. "What do I have to do?" I asked quietly.
Don lifted my chin up. "Well, I did just want to make out with you, but
now that you've pissed me off, I think you're going to have to blow us.
Both of us."
My eyes popped out! "Wait! What? I can't, I mean I've never..."
"You looking to piss me off more?" Don sounded angry now. He was a lot
bigger than me. I was bit scared about where this could go.
"No," I whimpered.
"Right then, prove it." He leaned back in the seat, presenting his
crotch to me.
I looked up at him and he cocked his head at me. I sighed, it was a good
thing I was a little drunk, that would make this easier. I reached up
for his belt and undid it, then undid his fly. He smiled down at me as I
pulled the jeans down a bit and saw the huge bulge in his underwear.
"Oh, and you better be enthusiastic. You don't have to like it, but
you'd better sound like you love it. Lots of moaning and slurping, make
it real slutty. Otherwise we'll do it my way."
I shuddered as a wave of excitement ran through me. I couldn't believe I
was getting excited over this! Of course, I was also scared out of my
mind.
Chuck pulled off into a secluded area, and stopped the car. Don cleared
his throat, he was getting impatient. So, I pulled down his underwear,
and gasped slightly as his cock sprang free. I was amazed at how big it
was, way bigger than my own. It had to be a good 9 inches, and pretty
thick around.
"Impressed, huh? Most girls are," Don said proudly.
I reached out touched it with first one finger, then began rubbing it
with my whole hand. Running my fingers the length of the shaft, down to
his balls and back up to the head. He must have been pretty excited,
because his cockhead was purple and throbbing. I wrapped my hand around
the shaft and began stroking gently at first, but getting used to the
strange sensation, I found a steady rhythm. Don put his hand on my
shoulder pushing me closer to his cock. "I wanted a blow job, not a hand
job, slut."
I shuddered again, a strange mix of fear and excitement, with the
degrading names only adding to my mix of excitement and humiliation. I
leaned in closer and stuck my tongue out licking the head. I traced the
top with my tongue, which got a soft moan and a relaxing of the grip on
my shoulder. I swirled my tongue around and then ran my tongue down the
sensitive underside. This got more moans and so went all the way and
began tonguing his balls. This went for a minute or so, until he put his
hand under my chin pulling my face back up, he grabbed his cock and
placed the head against my lips. I guessed he wanted me to suck now.
I started taking as much as I could, and got a little too enthusiastic,
making myself gag and cough. As I recovered, I heard, "Yeah, gag on my
big cock, you cocksucker."
This time I found his humiliating comments getting my cock to stir.
Since it was tucked away in my panties, it couldn't get full staff, but
was starting to make a very unladylike bulge. I caught my breath and
went back to work, taking my time and sucking slowly and gently. This
didn't go over too well, I guess, because Don grabbed the back of my
head and began showing me deeper onto his cock, I tried to pull back but
he was stronger, I could feel his cock hit the back of my throat. I put
my hands on his thighs and tried to push back, but he had the leverage
and was still getting all of his monster cock down my throat. I heard
him say, "Grab her arms, Chuck."
I felt first one hand then the other pulled behind me. Don then shoved
again, pushing me all the way on his cock. I could feel his pubes tickle
my nose and his cock stretched my throat. I must have been past the gag
reflex, but I couldn't breathe and was starting to struggle. That just
turned him on more. "Yeah, fight it, you whore." He pulled me up off his
cock. "Now, I'm going to show you what I want."
After a second to catch my breath, he shoved me back down onto his cock,
spearing deep into my throat in one thrust. He then proceeded to fuck my
mouth like it was a pussy. Shoving me down as he thrust up, he started
grunting and calling more and more nasty names. Finally he shoved me all
the way down again and grunted and moaned really loud. I could feel his
cock pulsing in my throat, shooting his load straight into me. He pulled
back after a second or two and let the rest go in my mouth. He grunted
and moaned some more, "Yeah, just a worthless little cum dump, that's
what you are."
I sat trying to catch my breath for a moment, and Chuck let go of my
arms. I slumped down, and was just about spit the strong thick cum from
out of my mouth, "You better swallow that like a real slut would." I
hesitated for a moment, then resigned to my fate, I swallowed the creamy
load. The taste wasn't too bad, mostly just very strong. Don looked
evilly at me. "Okay, Chuck's turn." I shuddered again.
As I turned the other way on the seat, I saw Chuck already had his pants
undone and his cock out. His was smaller than Don's but by no means
small, probably a bit above average around 7 inches or so, but a bit
thinner. I was just glad he wasn't super hung, too. I moved over,
determined to control the action this time. This time I started slowly
again, licked and rubbing all over, but I moved to sucking much faster.
As I started taking Chuck's cock into my mouth and found a good rhythm,
I felt Don's hands running over the backs of my legs. Running his hands
over the stockings was a incredible feeling, he spent a few minutes
doing that. Getting me very excited and really horny. I must have been
getting good at what I was doing orally because Chuck started moaning
and making lots of noises. Don put one hand up my skirt and started
rubbing my cock through my panties. This made me moan around Chuck's
cock, I was so pent up that I basically began dry humping his hand and
really went to work on Chuck's cock. While doing this Don used his other
hand to hike up skirt, and was rubbing and squeezing my ass.
I found that nice steady rhythm where I could suck deep and fast,
getting him really excited. As his moans picked up, I could feel him
tensing, Don did two things, first he started rubbing me faster getting
me right to the edge, then as Chuck came and started shooting in my
mouth, Don slid his finger into my ass as he finished stroking me off. I
was lost for a moment in a haze of cum, my orgasm and pain / pleasure
from being penetrated. I didn't know which was up and came really hard,
soaking my panties and Don's hand in the process.
"Damn bitch! That was fucking hot," Don commented.
I had to swallow the mouthful of cum that Chuck had just shot. "Thank
you." I smiled seductively.
Don smacked my ass. "I told you she'd make a hot little cock slut."
I almost felt proud, if I hadn't been so humiliated and embarrassed
about what I'd done.
Don smiled wickedly again, as he held his jizz covered hand to me. "Now,
lick my hand clean."
I hesitated, not sure about it, but then figured what's one more load?
And licked Don's hand clean.
"Alright Chuck, let's get out little cunt here, home." Don ran his over
my ass and legs again.
Chuck pulled out and drove home, he flipped on the radio, since no one
seemed to be talking. I was tired to the point of exhaustion, and ready
to get undressed and take off my heels. My feet were pretty tired.
As we got closer to my house, Don turned down the radio, "Okay my little
sissy slut, here's how this is going to go. First, you don't tell anyone
about this, got it?"
Who was I going to tell? But I just nodded.
"Second, work on speaking in a feminine voice. Third, next Friday night
we're going to pick you up and you're going out with us, wear this
outfit under your regular clothes. Got it?"
I was shocked and stunned. "Wait! But I can't go, I mean, my folks...
and I don't want to..."
Don looked mad. "Are you trying to piss me off? You want some more of
what you got earlier? Then you'll find a way, otherwise this will end up
all over school."
Don held up his cell phone and showed me a picture. It was me, my eyes
closed and Chuck's cock deep in my mouth. Well, shit. Now I was in for
it. I sighed, and resigned myself to my fate. "Okay, Friday night then."
Don smiled and patted my knee. "Don't worry, you'll have a good time,
too. As long as you take care of us, we'll take care of you."
They dropped me off at my house and I climbed out, feeling like a dirty
tramp in my clothes and I'm sure my make-up was a mess. Still I felt a
little surge as I realized, I was probably going to get used like that
next weekend. While I didn't enjoy all of it, I certainly had some fun.
I just hoped I could get used to it, I had a feeling I was going to be
their personal cocksucker for some time.
I turned to trudge back home, feeling my cock stirring in my cold, wet
panties. I could also feel my cum leaking out and running down my leg.
For some reason, this completed me feeling like a little sissy slut.
Continued Dressed for a Trick, or a Treat 2
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Comments?
shawnavinylltv@yahoo.com
Very nice, Future chapters could go dark or light. I like the dark.
ReplyDeleteThanks! Glad you liked, it will definitely go dark as this is much more of a forced femme type situation
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