MANDY’S STORY
(Memoirs of a T.V. slut)
Introduction
Chapter 1 -Early feelings.
Chapter 2 -Evenings in and nights out.
Chapter 3 -A slut in the making.
Chapter 4 -Bizarre encounters.
Chapter 5 -The Club.
Chapter 6 -A working holiday in Amsterdam. (Fantasy)
Chapter 7 -A video star is born. (Fantasy)
Chapter 8 -Out in the wilds with Uncle John.
INTRODUCTION
My name is Mandy. I’m a transvestite with a bit of a tale to tell. In fact I’ve had so many adventures had I’ve decided to share them with you by putting them down in this book. But first, a bit about myself.
I’m 5’5” tall, 9 ½ stone, petite and according to others, very convincing and more importantly, sexy. My best features are my slim body, good legs and pert girlish bottom. This story is illustrated using drawings based on photos of me in action, so you have a pretty good idea of my looks.
The following account was written over a two year period, and covers about a twenty year period from the age of eleven to about thirty one. Over those twenty years I have changed and slowly evolved into the sexy slut I am today.
I wanted to start out by saying that all the chapters except 6 and 7 are as accurate as memory will allow, and contains no exaggerations or embroidery, except those around the edge of my petticoats! I am one of those people who has been lucky enough to pursue their fantasies and make them happen, even when it took a lot of courage. (Althought chapter 7 0- A video star is born’ is fantasy, I have mades several home movies.)
I am a slutty tart by nature, and have spent the last years pursuing encounters that bring out that side of me to the full. I’ve been gang banged at orgies, I’ve put myself in the control of a dominant master, been a hotel and brothel hooker and been filmed for a hardcore movie, plus much more.
I hope you will agree that my voyage of discovery has been very exciting and stimulating.
The story starts off with the tamer aspects of T.V. life, but I should add that I have put in all the hardcore details, so if you are easily shocked, please do not read on!
CHAPTER ONE
EARLY FEELINGS
It’s hard to remember when I had my first desire to wear feminine clothing first started, but I do remember one particularly vivid dream when I was about eleven. I woke up one morning to find that overnight I had grown a cute pair of pert breasts! I cupped them in my hands and tweaked the small, sensitive nipples, rolling them between thumb and forefinger. Having no bra, I quickly pulled on a clean white T-shirt and jeans and admired my new curves in the mirror. Although I was getting turned on, I could not wait any longer and rushed downstairs to proudly, if a little self consciously, show off my new possessions to my family. The sense of disappointment when I woke up from my dream to find that I only had my usual flat chest was unbearable!
Around this time I had various other non specific submissive and kinky thoughts and dreams, but what brought the whole thing properly into focus was one Saturday afternoon when I was about eleven or twelve. What started out as a simple shopping trip with my mother ended up awakening feelings deep inside me that were to affect me for the rest of my life.
Mum had decided that I was in need of some new summer sandals, and had enlisted the help of her friend Anne to help us. Several stores and many pairs of sandals later we were all admitting defeat when Mum, I suppose in a fit of desperation, picked up a pair of tan strapped sandals and said, “I don’t suppose there would do?” I looked a bit more closely and to my horror, saw that she was holding up a pair of girl's sandals! Blushing a deep crimson, I blurted out “Oh Mum!”, turned and walked away, with the sound of the shop assistants laughter ringing in my ears.
At the time, my main feeling was one of embarrassment, but that night when I was in my bed thinking about that afternoons incident, a warm glow spread from my stomach down to my groin. I imagined being made to wear those sandals and then as my imagination drifted, I thought about also being made to wear a pair of pretty lace panties, just like most little girls wear. I imagined being made to wear all sorts of pretty, feminine girl's clothes, and being paraded in front of all my mums' friends. Of course this was followed by borrowing various articles of clothing from my mum when the family were out of the house, and full dressing up sessions when they were away for the whole day. This was all right for a while, but I knew that sooner or later I would have to have what every T.V. has to have, namely a proper pair of stockings and garter belt. This was the era of pantyhose, so my mum did not have any, but this was not going to stand in my way! But how was I going to get my hands on some?
It wasn’t until I was about fourteen that I managed to pluck up the courage to go through with my often fantasised about plan to buy the necessary items. Actually, this was to go to the same department store where I had previously undergone my humiliation with the girl's sandals. My plan was to go into the hosiery department and pick out the pair I needed along with a matching garter belt. Not an easy thing to do, but I had my plan. Of course I guessed that as soon as an assistant saw a young boy looking through the racks, they would as if I needed any help, so I had carefully written out a fake shopping list, including various other items, but among which were the items of my desire.
Sure enough, as I inexpertly flicked through the stock items, my plan started to work like a dream, and a middle-aged assistant came up to me and offered her help. I showed her the list, and she found be a pair of black seamed stockings, (small size) and a suspender belt. I left the choice up to her. She even commented what a nice boy I was for helping my mother out in this way! If only she knew!
When I finally got off the bus and got home, (the journey seemed to take hours) I tried not to look as if I was rushing up to my room, for fear of arousing any suspicion in my parents. With trembling hands I unwrapped the packages and started to roll one stocking on to my leg and the feeling of the tight black nylon started to make me very aroused. This feeling was only heightened when I started to hook up the suspender belt, which was one of those older fashioned ones with a deeper belt and several hooks and eyes at the back. As I fixed the suspenders to the stockings and the tension started to pull on the stocking tops my young cock started to get hard in a way that I had not experienced before. I should point out that at this age, although I had had a few outlandish fantasies, I had not yet had an orgasm. On this day, however, me feeling of arousal was twenty times stronger than usual, and once the garter belt and stockings were in place, I instinctively started to tug at my erect penis, all the time admiring my reflection in the mirror. I turned around and studied my cute bum and, realising the need for some heels on those sexy legs, pulled out some black courts from under my bed that I knew my mum would not have missed, as they were a few years old. I lost all sense of time and space and sank back on the bed and revelled in the feelings I was getting from my now frantic and urgent wanking. Obviously I had heard about orgasms from friends at school, but nothing can prepare you for the real thing!
Suddenly I was interrupted by a violent and overwhelming feeling, as the waves of orgasmic pleasure started their throbbing action at the base of my cock. My first jet of come sprayed over my shoulder, followed by many more that splashed over my chest, stomach and even hitting me in the face! At first I was overwhelmed with joy ant this milestone in my life, but of course, soon after that the guilt crept in. I cleared up the mess, vowing never to do such a perverted thing again, but of course, later that evening I could not resist playing with my new found ‘toys’!
The rest of my school years were spent happily, if a little guiltily, dressing up whenever I was alone in the house and my ideas slowly started to develop. I wasn’t until I had the freedom of my own flat and had a bit of money coming in that I began to branch out into much more daring pursuits.
CHAPTER TWO
EVENINGS IN AND NIGHTS OUT
On finishing my college education, I realised that I had to get myself to London as soon as possible. I had spent my time at college pursuing girls as much as possible and I might say quite successfully, but gradually started to realise that many of the things that I was doing to them, I would probably rather have done to me!
I managed to find a flat with a female friend surprisingly quickly, and we moved on to a hectic social life right away. I was still keeping my dressing habits secret, but luckily Sandra went away most weekends leaving me free to pursue my hobby. After a while, however, I decided that living with someone else was too much of a restriction, and I managed to find a small one room flat. By now I had got myself a steady if rather boring office job, but it helped to finance the flat, not to mention the clothes and make up that I needed. The main attraction of the flat was the large wardrobe along one whole wall. Not only would there be room for plenty of clothes, but the front face of the sliding doors were entirely mirror, and I was thrilled to think that I would be able to lie on the bed or stroll around the room getting a wonderful reflection of myself.
Finally I was free to start to carry out at least some of the fantasies that I had been developing over the last ten or so years.
I started out dressing at home only, and got more and more accomplished at getting the looks that I wanted, loving the reflection in the mirror of the young tart that I had always fantasised about being. I had by now got over the initial embarrassment of buying make up, underwear and clothes, and most Saturdays would find me making a dash around my favourite department stores, thrift shops, markets and Soho sex shops adding something new to my wardrobe. I loved to spend entire evenings at home trying out new make up techniques. I bought various fashion magazines and tried out current styles, but in the end my favourite look was copied from reprints of various 1950’s fetish magazines featuring, among others, the well-known Betty Page. I got better and better at applying liquid eyeliner, false eyelashes, mascara and of course the obligatory red lipstick and lip gloss. My pride and joy was a black satin waspie that laced up the front and gave me a fantastic small waist. I modified it slightly by removing the four thin suspenders and adding eight thicker ones, four each side. I loved (and still do) to fasted each one of those suspenders on to my shiny black stocking tops and really tension them, so that I’m well corseted in. Also making up my favourite outfit (that remains my favourite to this day) were sheer black seamed stockings, high patent court shoes, black lacy fronted g-string, black wonderbra, and baby doll nightie. With my shoulder length blonde fringed hairstyle I looked every bit the slutty sex fantasy.
I soon had enough money to buy a camera and a variety of sex aids, my favourite of which was a big realistic dildo. Having started out tentatively probing myself with one, two and more fingers, I decided that I’d like to try the feeling of a real cock up me. Of course, I was in no way ready for the real thing, but in the mean time, a fake rubber one would have to do!
I loved to get dressed up and then ‘perform’ on front of my large full-length mirror doors. I would squat down on the floor, positioning the fake dick under me so that I could sit on it.. Tentatively I would start to rise up and down until the large head popped into my tight ring. Mouth gaping with lust, I would start to hump up and down until finally I would be riding that thing like a cowgirl on a bucking bronco! Each time I would squat lower and lower until I could sit all the way down taking its full eight inches up me. I loved the feeling of being ‘full up’, and stretched wide open to the limit.
My other favourite for these sessions was photographing myself in all my variety of outfits and underwear. Whether it was virginal white and frilly undies or black and sexy, or any one of my French maids, nurses uniform or regular daywear. I would spend hours capturing myself on film and the excitement of doing it was only matched by the excitement of getting the prints back from the printers. I can well remember the first time. I had been putting it off for ages, as I was worried about anyone getting hold of the prints. Finally I took the plunge and after borrowing a tripod from a friend, got myself ready for a full days photography one week end. I had got used to the timer on my camera, and after getting more and more daring with my shots, finished up very excitedly dropping the finished film into the letter box. It seemed like weeks until the finished prints came and each day I’d look hurriedly through the mail hoping for a small package. Finally, when I had almost given up, It arrived. I impatiently ripped the outer packaging off and looked through the set of prints. Most were surprisingly good, and I got harder and harder as I looked at the whore in the photos, not really able to believe it was me! Of course in the back of my mind was the idea of placing an advert in a contact magazine, but that was to come later.
Of course, there is a limit to what you can get up to at home, and after a while, what had been highly erotic games at home became a bit hum-drum. I was gradually working up the courage for a trip into the outside world. By now I had a little car, and so one week end I finally decided to take the plunge and go for a drive. I was winter, so dark quite early, so after picking an outfit and carefully making up I was ready. I had bought a new short black Mac with a belted waist that looked quite sexy, so I would be properly attired. I had parked the car nice and close by, but still opened the flat door and listened for a good three minutes before venturing out into the lobby. I really didn’t want to bump into a neighbour, but I was in luck, as no one seemed to be in that evening.
As I opened the front door, I was thrilled by the unaccustomed feeling of cold wind on my stockinged legs and as it swirled up my skirts that excited, nervous feeling spread through me. I closed the front door behind me and negotiated the steps down to street level. I was trying not to hurry to much as I didn’t want to attract attention, or to trip in my haste, but luckily made it to the car alright. I had planned to drive into Victoria, as I knew it was relatively quiet at night, except for the area in and around the train station. This would give me the chance to have a bit of a walk in seclusion and then, if I had the courage, I could try a trip into the actual station concourse itself.
Of course, like all T.V.’s who plan to go out in public, I had bee out in my male clothes several times before to plan my route and look for suitable places to park. I knew exactly what my route would be and soon I was heading over Vauxhall bridge and well on my way. I was paranoid about being stopped by the police, who often made check on bridges, but was surprised how little notice was being taken of me. I supposed that in the dark I just looked like any other female driver. The place I had chosen to park was in a back street behind some high office buildings. I parked, checked my make up and after a deep breath, opened the car door and got out. I had left my Mac undone for the time being so as not to look to bundled up, so it was a shock to catch sight of myself reflected in the huge plate glass widow of the dark office building. My stockinged and heeled legs looked great and something about seeing the first sight of myself in public made me very turned on, especially with the street lights and urban landscape. I stopped for a moment to admire my reflection and then decided to get going.
My progress was a bit on the slow side, as I was not used to walking longer distances in high heels, however I soon got into my stride. I was just rounding the corner onto a slightly more main road, when I saw two night time security men chatting in an office lobby area. As I walked towards them, I could tell that one was making a comment about me to the other, and the next thing was that one of them waved and I could tell what was on their mind. I felt slightly panicked, but kept on walking, ignoring their looks and comments. I could feel their eyes watching me and boring into my back as I walked away, and felt thrilled to think what might be going through their dirty lust filled minds. That day however, I hurried on to the main street, deciding to loop back to the car, feeling that my nerves had had enough for one day.
Just walking around in the fairly deserted streets was a big thrill, and I did not have the courage to go into the brighter lit and more crowded area of the station on my first trip, however, after a few more outings, I felt that I was ready to go into more public and populated areas.
It was about 9.45 PM and very quiet, but just as I was walking up the side entrance, out of nowhere a couple came up to me and asked me the way to a certain street. I managed to blurt out that I was sorry, but didn’t know and kept moving on as they said no problem and thanked me. I looked round and didn’t notice them looking round suspiciously, so presumed that they must have been convinced by my appearance. This encouraged me, so I kept going into the station concourse. My heart thudded in my chest and the whole place seemed much brighter and more open than in the day, due to the lack of passengers. The ‘click, click, click’ of my heels on the marble floor seemed very loud and made me feel all the more conscious, but the feeling of vulnerability I found to be very exciting. I was still only half way across and I seemed to be taking ages. Still, I kept going end eventually I made it to the exit and I headed out into the night delirious with excitement. I had done it!
Finally, I arrived back to the car and got in, locking the doors. Switching on the engine and with some panic, I noticed that the petrol gage was in the red, and the empty light was on. I remembered that I had been driving around for a couple of day very low on petrol and in my excitement coming out tonight, had not remembered how low I was. I was really worried that I might not make it back home, so faced the fact that I may have to get some petrol. Most stations in the area were brightly-lit well-patronised ones, but I remembered that there was a small station not to far away and decided that I would have to risk it. It was usually attended by and older Indian man who was always quite friendly, so after a quick drive by to check no other cars were around, I pulled in and stopped. I got out and put a couple of gallons in, more than enough to get me home, and leant into the car to get my wallet. Panic! It wasn’t in my handbag. Terror flooded through me as I considered the situation. Quickly paying for some petrol was one thing. Explaining that I had no money to pay was quite another!
I sat in the car for a few minutes in a state of panicked shock wondering what to do. I could not face going in to explain, but knew that ‘doing a runner’ was equally unacceptable! What if the police caught up with me! In my state I started to dig through my handbag and suddenly felt some paper. I pulled out two ten pound notes and in a flash, remembered that I had decided to leave my wallet at home as it made my handbag heavier and just take loose cash! With a huge sense of relief I got out of the car and went to pay.
“You took a long time to find your money, love,” said the Indian cashier as I approached the desk, “what happened?”
“Well,” I replied “I thought I had left my money at home, but luckily I found it”
“That could have been difficult darlin’, you might have had to find some other way to pay if you had forgotten it!” he chuckled.
Suddenly filled with confidence due to this first ever flirtation from a man, I decided to be a bit bold.
“Well, maybe next time I’ll leave my money at home on purpose and we’ll see what you think I can give you in exchange for a few gallons!”
We exchanged a bit more flirtatious banter, and then I thanked him and left. Our little conversation had got me very horny and on the way home I stopped in a side street and thought about what had happened. Until now the prospect of involvement with men had been a vague prospect, but now my slutty nature was demanding more. As I thought about what might have happened in the petrol station, I instinctively reached under my skirt and freed my hard cock from my stretched, damp knickers. I reclined the car seat a bit, closed my eyes a started to wank my hot dick, running my other hand over my stocking clad leg. Delightful waves of pleasure ran through me as I rhythmically pumped my cock and considered the idea of getting down on my knees behind the cashiers counter and sucking him off in return for my tank of petrol. I imagined him using my mouth finally shooting his load over my face as he lustfully took advantage of the situation. As I did so, my own load shot over the dashboard and window screen and I enjoyed releasing all the lust built up during the evenings outing. As the orgasm subsided, I decided that the time had come to set about something more than solo sex and solo walks in town. To start off with I had always dreaded being accosted by a man and up until this point I had been satisfied with the simple thrill of my nocturnal outings, but now they ended in frustrations and I knew I wanted more to happen. The things that I had been afraid of happening, I was now beginning to hope would happen!
CHAPTER THREE
A SLUT IN THE MAKING
I realised early on that it was a dangerous game to let myself be picked up in public, much as the thought excited me. I realised that I would have to start using other methods to meet potential men. I had my self-taken photos, so decided to take out an advert in a contact magazine, in the T.V. section. I said that I was interested in meeting men at their place for ‘massage e.t.c.’ so as not to commit myself to anything more if I couldn’t face it, if and when we did meet up. I also specified the area I lived in and my specific submissive orientation to give any interested guys a better idea if what I was looking for.
I had decided to use an accommodation address, as I was still a bit paranoid about being traced. It seemed ages until the next edition of the magazine came out, let alone until I received any replies, but when it did arrive and I saw that little photo and advert in print, it was a real thrill and felt like a big milestone. I left it for a week and then called the accommodation address to see if any mail had arrived, and they said there was some. To my disappointment, when I went to pick it up, there were only three letters. Added to this, all three seemed to have ignored the written part of the advert and were totally wrong for one reason or another. My heart sank, and I realised that it probably wouldn’t be so easy as I had thought.
I left things for a fortnight as I had to go away for a while, but on my return, I decided to drop into the accommodation address, just to see if there had been a few more replies. A few more! To my amazement, there was a huge bundle of replies, how many, it was hard to judge. All I do know is that with this lot and the next two trips to pick up my mail, I had a total of seventy two replies!
I got down to the business of replying to the letters and sorted out about ten or fifteen that seemed to fit the bill. I composed a letter to each one outlining my looks (5’ 5” tall, 9 ¼ stone, slim, fair hair, long legs……) and a raunchy outline of my ‘services’. One reply in particular caught my eye, as he lived alone own flat in a mansion block in Hammersmith. He wanted me to come and give him a nice massage dressed in sexy undies and see what developed. Perfect! I also said that I would need his phone number to make a date. I got his reply a week later, and with some trepidation decided to give him a call.
I was very nervous, but he answered quickly and sounded very pleased that I rang, and asked me to come as soon as possible. We agreed on that coming Saturday, and as soon as I put down the receiver, I went into action, deciding on what to wear, what make up to use, and planning the route.
Finally Saturday evening arrived, and it was time to get dressed. I had bought a second hand white nurses uniform from a charity shop, and had taken it up to a length more suitable to my purposes! I passed for a raunchy version of the type of thing worn by girls in beauty parlours. When I had done my make up and hair, and donned my usual black underwear, stockings and heels I slipped into it and was pleased to see how it clung to my figure. The elasticised nurses belt pulled my waist in nicely and the black high heels made it look super sexy.
When it was just getting dark, I put on my short Mac, filled my holdall with a change of clothes and cautiously headed out of the front door and quickly into the car. After an uneventful twenty minute drive, I turned into a side street and then into the apartment blocks parking area, as he had told me to. I parked the car and switched off the engine and my heart started pounding as I considered the walk up to the fourth floor and my first encounter.
My heels clicked on the stone courtyard as I made my way to his block and the noise seemed very loud and echoey. I found the lift lobby without too many problems. As I walked in a hot, horney feeling burnt in the pit of my stomach and started to spread all the way down to my groin. This was intensified as I caught sight of myself in the large wall mirrors. So this was Mandy, the visiting masseuse who would show you a good time! I parted my lips and ran my tongue across my glossed lips. God I was turned on and I could feel my cock straining inside my lace panties. Luckily, the place seemed deserted and I was grateful for this, however, the lift seemed to take ages to arrive, and in a strange way, I could not help half hoping that someone would come out of a flat and witness me in this slutty predicament!
Finally, the lift came and I was soon on my way up. However, when the slow lift finally arrived on the fourth floor and I stepped out, I was seriously considering backing out and I stood there for ages not really knowing what to do. Eventually I stepped up to flat 49 and plucked up the courage to push the bell. A matter of seconds later, the door opened and Derek welcomed me in, looking me up and down as I walked past him. I wiggled my bum as I walked down the corridor and he showed me into his living room. At this stage I had no idea how far I was going to go with him, but I had the feeling that I wanted him to take control of the situation and make that decision for me! He took my coat and left me with a drink while he went to change into a dressing gown. I gulped I down to calm my nerves and sat waiting until he returned.
“Well, you certainly live up to the photo in the advert,” he said “how long have you been doing this visiting massage?”
“Oh, about six months,” I lied “How do you like it, slow and teasing or good and firm?” I asked, surprised at my own boldness.
“Slow and teasing, I think," he said “Shall we go through to the bedroom and get started?” No turning back now, I thought and followed him into the bedroom.
“Why don’t you slip that robe off and lie down on the bed” I suggested.
“Good idea!” he replied and he laid down on his front and I got to work. I rubbed a small amount of oil into my hands and nervously started to rub him down. Paying plenty of attention to the insides if his thighs. He seemed to be enjoying it and finally I told him to turn over and as he did so, he pulled the towel of to reveal his semi hard tool, which popped out and lay against his stomach. He looked at me with agleam in his eye and I started to massage his chest, the excitement growing inside me. As I massaged him, his hand wandered around behind me and started to cares my arse. I leaned over a bit further so he could slip his fingers inside my panties. Soon he started to explore me, feeling the tops of my thighs above my stocking tops and me pert buttocks encased in sluttish black nylon. After a while he asked me if I’d like to slip out of my things and I obediently complied as if in a dream. Feeling very much the whore, I stepped back, removed my belt and unzipped the front of my uniform, letting it drop to the floor and leaving me standing there in underwear, stockings and heels. He seemed mesmerised by me as I pouted and suggestively ran my hands up the inside of my thighs and across my groin. I was gaining in confidence as I saw the effect that I was having on him and by this time his cock was rigid and I knew the moment could not be put off any longer.
“Come on you sexy slut,” he urged “Get to work on that thing, can’t you see it’s in need of some attention!”
Well, that certainly jolted me out of my dream and I dutifully reached down, took a firm grasp of his thick shaft and started to slowly wank him. Adding a bit more oil, I cupped his balls with my other hand and as I worked on him he started to groan with pleasure. At first I decided to just give him a good hand job, but as my excitement built I knelt lower and lower over him and although I think he could sense that I was a bit inexperienced, he firmly encouraged me to go a bit further.
“Don’t worry, you’ll be well paid you little tart, get your lips wrapped around my tool and give it a good sucking” he said.
I didn’t need any further encouragement and started licking his swollen cock head, my tongue darting in and out of my shiny red lips. I was surprised by his offer of money, but realising that he viewed me as a call girl only heightened my horniness and I carried on licking.
“Go on darling….That’s it, get me off you little whore….you love it , don’t you.” he encouraged.
By now, his hand had crept around, behind my neck and he was guiding me nearer and nearer to what he really wanted. Gradually, lick turned into little sucks and before long he was thrusting away into my mouth for all he was worth. The unaccustomed feeling of a hard cock in my mouth was taking a bit of getting used to, but he took his pleasure as he saw fit, and I learnt fast! My head was swimming and just as I was really getting into the rhythm, I felt a salty fluid swelling in my mouth. I pulled away in slight surprise and as I did, a jet of jism pumped out over his stomach, accompanied by his satisfied moans. He pushed my head back down and grabbed his cock, shooting the rest of his load over my mouth and face and when he was done, he had me lick his sticky shaft and cock end clean of all the sperm.
My head was spinning with this new milestone in my ‘Sluts Progress’, and Derek certainly seemed to be satisfied with the session. True to his word he rewarded me with twenty pounds, ‘for the taxi’, and after a bit of a chat, he asked me if I could come again.
That was the first of several visits to him and soon I had a string of similar friends. Of course, I soon started to think I’d like a little more, something a bit more extreme and of course, as usual, I set out to get it!
The next departure was brought about by answering another of the replies to my next advert in my favourite contact magazine. I had decided that I would like to try several guys at once and fantasised about capturing the whole thing on video. I received a reply from John, who seemed to have everything I needed, including the enthusiasm! He had a mews house in central London and was happy for me to call him anytime. He was also prepared to let me keep some of my growing wardrobe there and field calls from anyone who may have been suitable for future sessions and adventures.
John turned out to be a keen appreciator of T.V.’s and loved to see me dressed in the tartiest of outfits. One day he asked if he could help me out by paying for some additions to my growing wardrobe. After thinking for a while, I told him that I’d always wanted a pretty little gingham party dress, suitable for an innocent (or not so innocent) young girl to wear. Although I usually like to play the slut, dressed in the tartiest black underwear, I also have a side to my nature that harks back to my early feelings of wanting to wear girls clothes. I love the fantasy of being a pretty innocent girl, being used and abused, possibly by an older uncle. Well, anyway, this seemed to capture his imagination and I explained that I had seen an advert in a magazine for tailor made clothes for T.V.’s.
I set to work and came up with a sketch for a design that I knew would suit me, carefully drawing it out on paper and adding notes to say what materials were to be used and marking the main measurements. The main fabric was pink and white cotton gingham and it had long sleeves with puff shoulders, edged in lace. It had short gathered skirts and a fitted bodice. The rounded collar was in white cotton, close around the neck and edged in pretty white lace. I had bought some frothy white lace petticoats that would make the skirts look full and the dress fastened up the back with a row of white buttons. The whole effect was finished off with a pretty gingham sash around the waist, tied at the back in a big bow. I sent the design off along with a cheque from John and in the mean time went out to shop for some white frilly underwear, white stockings and suspenders to match and I even found some pink patent T-Bar party shoes that would really finish off the look.
The dress seemed to take ages to arrive, but when at last it did, I unpacked it with trembling hands. It turned out ver well and as I was seeing john that week end, I knew it would not be long before another fantasy came true, doubly so, as we had made contact with a guy called Ron who was also due to meet up with us that day.
My excitement built as I got ready and I chose some pink lipstick and put my hair back in a loose ponytail with a pink ribbon. When I was finally ready I stood in front of the mirror and squirmed with excitement at my reflection. I could not wait to get downstairs to show John and when I did he did not hide his enthusiasm. He said that Ron had called to say he was going to be a bit late, so maybe we should start off by taking a few photos? He photographed me bending over a table, touching my toes and revealing my bottom, encased in frilly white nylon knickers, amid a sea of white petticoats as well as on all fours looking over my shoulder with a innocent but sexy look on my face. He went on to feel my ass and rub me up between my legs and generally get me going.
Finally, all this proved too much for both of us and instinctively he undid his fly to produce a handsome hard on. He sat down and motioned for me to come over and demurely I obeyed. He guided my mouth towards his swollen tool and with growing enthusiasm, I started to suck on the rigid head of his big rod. It wasn’t very long before we had lost all sense of place and time and I was slurping away hungrily on his cock, accompanied by john’s encouragement’s. I was wild with excitement that the new outfit and persona had unleashed in me and before long I was begging to be properly fucked. We were aware that Ron was coming later on and we were trying to hold back, but this only seemed to heighten our desire. I knew we should wait, but my desire took over.
“Perhaps just a little fuck would be O.K., come on and get that thing up me” I begged, and that was all the encouragement he needed!
I lay on the floor, lifting my legs high in the air and as my love hole was already gaping with desire, he slipped easily into me. He pumped away at me for a while and I held my legs back and apart, so that my arse was slightly raised, giving him full access to vent his lust. His rod felt wonderful ramming in and out and as he did so, he used his free hand to wank my rigid prick. The combination of the thorough shafting my arse was receiving along with the wanking that my prick was getting was delicious and suddenly I was past the point of no return. My arsehole clamped tight around John tool and the base of my penis started to go into spasm. There was nothing I could do to stop, and before I knew it, spurt after spurt of my own hot come was jetting out all over my new party dress! I moaned with delight and immediately John started to unload his sack full of jism into me.
“That’s it…..Go on…….Fill me up with your seed!” I begged, as he shot into me and I alternately tightened and then relaxed my love chute as he came, to suck every last drop of spunk out of him.
“Oh! I can feel you sucking my prick into you, you little slut!” he cried, as he shot another wad of come up me.
Soon we were in a crumpled heap on the floor, exhausted from our exertions. Of course we had forgotten all about Ron, and we had a bit of explaining to do when he finally arrived, but the amazing experience had been worth it and I certainly made up for it in future sessions!
I had now had many photos taken of me in various states of undress, not to mention sexy action, but really wanted to progress on to making a video. I really wanted to finish off with a really good facial ‘come’ scene, so we went into action. Following a couple more adverts, we had assembled a list of guys who fitted the bill and following exchange of letters and phone conversations, we set a date for a video party.
As well as John, Ron and myself, we had invited four other well-endowed participants, on the basis that they might not all turn up. We were certainly planning a very spunky finale for the climax of the video.
I spend three and a half hours of meticulous preparation, applying very tarty make up with false eyelashes and a beauty spot as well as the obligatory red lips and nails. I put on my shortest, tightest skirt and a tight black blouse that showed off my figure. I padded out my bra with special realistic breast forms, as I knew it would add to the over all effect. As I was getting ready, I heard the doorbell go several times and the tension mounted inside me as I thought about what was to come.
Finally I was ready and with butterflies in my stomach, I went downstairs to meet everyone. John made all the introductions and to start off with they were all pretty restrained and laid back. One of the three new guys that had turned up had been elected to handle the camera to start off with, as he was the most experienced and as he started to film, they gathered around me and started to feel me up. I felt hands all over me, lifting up my skirt at the back and before very long I could also feel hard cocks restrained in their trousers! Before long I felt myself being encouraged to go down on my knees and I started to pull out their cocks one my one, stroking and licking as I went. It was an amazing feeling to be surrounded by a row of rampant dicks and I was spoilt for choice as to which one to suck next!
Before long, John suggested that we might be more comfortable upstairs in the bedroom. I was followed upstairs by all of them and there were several bawdy comments about my arse and stocking tops as we went! When we got upstairs, I put on a little strip show for them, leaving on my underwear, stockings, waspie and shoes and slipped on my baby doll negligee. John has several large mirrors in his bedroom and as I lay on the bed I was able to see the guys gathering around me one by one as they stripped of their own clothing.
As I lay down, I was immediately surrounded by several hard cocks, each competing for attention. To start off with I took them one by one, but soon I was experiencing two prick heads stretching my mouth open as far as it would go. They pumped away at my mouth as if it was a cunt but soon one of the more well endowed of the party decided he wanted me to himself for a while. He straddled my face with one knee either side of my head and started to ride my mouth, ever now and then slipping his considerable length down my throat and right up to the hilt.
“Come on boys!” I encouraged, “Don’t hold back, there’s plenty to go around!”
I was soon silenced by another guy climbing on board and taking his turn to plug my mouth with his cock. Luckily, lots of practice with bananas and vibrators had desensitised my gagging reaction and ‘deep throat’ had become one of my specialities! The rest obviously decided that this looked like fun and stood in line to take their turn. As far as they were concerned, I was just a slut who had no say in the matter and I was happy to service them all. Finally and reluctantly I broke off for a rest and also to go to the bathroom apply some new lipstick, as all the original stuff had long since been rubbed off.
When I returned, I lay on my side on the bed, raised one leg in the air and motioned to John to come over and position his tool at the entrance to my asshole. As my regulars, John and Ron were the only ones who were allowed to fuck me and they now took it in turns to wedge their members into me, while the others made do with my mouth. As we humped, that video camera whirred on in the capable hands of its operator. Soon we changed positions and I was on all fours, getting shagged doggy style by Ron as the other continued to fuck my gaping mouth. I was rigid with excitement and took Ron’s full weights as he literally sat on my upturned arse, with his prick buried in my burning arse hole, fucking and fucking me until I was sore. We carried on like this for aged, changing positions until several of the guys were starting to ooze pre-come out of their swollen cocks. We had all agreed that the final climax was not far off, so the first lucky stud sat on the edge of the dressing table while I knelt on the floor in front of him, with my mouth just below cock level. The other stood in line and kept their cocks good and hard and watched the spectacle as I sucked and the expectant first guy wanked himself. The cameraman made sure he had a good viewpoint of my face, shooting from above me.
The first candidate was very hard and his glans was swollen like a huge purple tennis ball. I worked away like a good girl, alternating between sucking, wanking and sluttishly licking around the shaft. Every now and then, I’d pull my head back and a long string of his ooze would stretch out from his prick to my mouth or tongue and what a slut I must have looked! I would have to wait to find out!
Finally, with a huge groan, he shot the first spurt of his load into my mouth, a big dollop dribbling off the end of my chin. He kept on coming and soon my face was splattered with his jism. When he was finally done, his place was taken by the next guy who got the same treatment. His shots of come were much more powerful and it literally sprayed out of his cock, covering my cheeks and lips. The next two guys decided to do a double and I quickly took a prick in each hand, wanking then simultaneously and sucking them in turn. They came a few seconds apart and now my face was coated in hot stick come. Huge rivulets of it dribbled off my chin and onto my chest. Finally John took his turn adding to the mess and to finish off with the best endowed guy smeared the come all over my face with his still semi hard tool, slapping it around my mouth and cheeks and generally messing me up!
I couldn’t believe what a slut I had been, satisfying so many men at once. I really felt that I was at my peak of my career as a kinky slut and I revelled in it. Surely I couldn’t top this, could I? What could be cheaper and more whorish than the show I had just captured on video? Mandy, the free hooker who would let a line of guys queue up and shaft her to their hearts content! The finished video confirmed this, and I had many a happy time viewing the results.
Yes, surely I couldn’t top this……….could I?
CHAPTER FOUR
BIZARRE ENCOUNTERS
Having gone through all the usual phases that most T.V.'s go through, dressing at home, first tentative trips out to quiet parts of town in the evening, first meetings with men and so on, I finally realised that I wanted to go on to the next stage, namely, to be taken fully under the control of an experienced master. I had tried a bit of self-bondage and used a leather strap and whip on myself at home, but I knew it would not be long before I would want to do things for real. Finally, I plucked up the courage to answer a few adverts, and one of them struck me as being the kind of master who would be patient enough with a nervous first timer. I wrote to tell him that I was a natural slut and would need no encouragement to be his personal tart, and although I was not into heavy punishment, I would be happy for him to use and abuse me as he saw fit. He wrote back at length, describing what he would like to do with me and said that he had the necessary ‘fully equipped room’, and although he usually was only interested in disciplining ‘real’ girls, my photo excited him enough to offer me an afternoons correction.
Living in London as I do, it was going to be a bit a bit of a journey up to Nottingham, but that did not even figure in my mind as I packed the car with my bag containing my schoolgirls uniform, shoes, underwear, and make up. I had already shaved my legs, and ‘pussy’ area, leaving a small, cute, girlish pubic bush, which was then brushed and perfumed. As I headed up the motorway, I tried to keep my mind on the road, partly out of a sense of road safety, but also to keep myself from getting turned on too early. I was starting to feel the familiar tugging feeling at the base of my stomach that occurs when I’m getting aroused, but I didn’t want to arrive on the verge of orgasm, as I knew that there was a long afternoon ahead of me.
Finally, I turned into his street in a quiet residential road, got my bag from the back of the car, and headed for number 19. I had looked forward to this day for some time now, and although I was nervous, I had already switched on to what I call my ‘auto-pilot’, and the waves of excitement were pushing me forward, like a small piece of driftwood on the incoming tide. I was aware that there was a certain danger in surrendering myself to a complete stranger, but nothing had the power to stop me now!
I pushed the bell, and shortly the door was answered by my new master, who immediately showed me up to the spare bedroom. Having explained where the bathroom was, he left me to get on with the business of transforming myself into the submissive schoolgirl that he had requested me to dress as.
After laying out my clothes, I made up my face, complete with false eyelashes and thick red lipstick. I then put on my waspie, seamed stockings, white regulation school knickers (as requested), bra and high heeled shoes, and after putting on my shoulder length fringed blonde wig, took some time to admire myself in the full length mirror. I am lucky to be just 5’5” tall, 9 ½ stone, petite, slim with good legs, and so could almost get away with being a real schoolgirl. I then put on my short blue pleated skirt, white blouse, school tie and blazer, and the picture was almost complete. Finally, I put my hair back in a low pony tail, smoothed my tie down between my breasts and had one last check in the mirror to see that Mandy, the sexy schoolgirl slut was ready and looking good enough for my new master. I was satisfied and a thrilling shot of pleasure rippled through me and down to my groin. I was ready to face what ever was to come.
I called down the stairs, as I had been told to do, and waited on the landing. As he came up the stairs and saw me, he made the right kind of appreciative noises, and told me that he was very pleased with the wonderful transformation. He certainly looked it too, and I sensed his rising lust by the look in his eye.
He showed me down the corridor, and opened a door to the ‘play room’ and I was thrilled by a violent attack of butterflies as I saw a well-equipped room, the wall lined with floor to ceiling mirror. He had me stand in the middle of the room with my hands clasped in front of me, and walked around me, savouring what was to come. At this point in my life, my experience was limited to oral with the men met through the contact magazine, so this was going to be a big leap forward! Next he brought a chair to the middle of the room, told me to remove my blazer, and sat down, pulling me down over his lap. This was an enormous thrill, surrendering myself to such a humiliation for the first time since being a child. He pulled my skirt up, then pulling my knickers up the crack of my arse, and, stroking me, told me that he was going to warm me up, just for starters. I arched my back and offered him my arse to use, but jumped as his hand smacked down on my bare cheeks. He held me down, pushing my neck and legs down, and resumed the punishment. As he continued, I could feel his hard cock against my stomach as I squirmed around and I could tell he was getting as turned on as I was. Having administered ten hard smacks, he parted my legs, and gave me a few on the inner thigh, for good measure. He then had me stand up and explained how it was best to warm up a bottom like that, as it made it easier to take the strap and whip when they came.
He then made me pull up my skirt and inspect his work, as he was to do throughout the afternoon, and I saw a good red hue starting to spread across my behind. As I was doing this, he was fixing a collar around my neck, and fixing a metal chain lead to this. He then lead me across the room to a small podium out of which came a ‘T’ bar, the top horizontal part being padded and about waist height. He first made me kneel on the podium and padlocked the other end of the lead to the base of the ‘T’ bar, while he fixed padded leather wrist and ankle cuffs to me. He then made me stand up and lean over the bar, pulling me down by pulling the lead through a metal ring at the base of the ‘T’, until my heels were raised off the podium and I was standing on my tip toes. Next, he secured my ankle and wrist cuffs to the ring at the base of the ‘T’ and I was firmly tied down and at his mercy. Looking to one side, I could see in the mirror that my short pleated skirt was leaving nothing much to the imagination, my only protection being my knickers. Not for long! He pulled them down around my ankles and pulled my skirt up, tucking it into my waistband to keep everything well on show. As I looked down, I could see a wet stain in the crutch of my knickers, where I had oozed in my excitement. I could also feel my cock rigid with excitement as I squirmed against the leather padded bar under my hips.
I was panting with pleasure and anticipation as he showed me the leather belt he intended to use on me next, explaining that he thought I deserved twenty for being such a slut and turning him on so much. Starting quite softly and leaving a good gap in between each stroke, he proceeded to build up in intensity, until he was lashing me heartily, paying good attention to my thighs and all points of my upturned buttocks. I’m lucky to have quite a pert, girlish bum, and I could sense him getting more and more turned on by what he saw. After the twenty were over my arse was stinging, and he came around in front of me, unzipping his flies and pulling out his cock. It wasn’t more than average in length, but very thick with a bulbous end.
“See what you’ve done you little tart, you’ve gone and got me going,” he said and without further comment, he guided his tool with his hand towards my mouth and parted my lips with the head. I licked his swollen glans like a lollypop when he pulled out, and then he would thrust it in and he used my mouth as he wished. Taking me behind the neck, he thrust away, riding my mouth and throat with abandon. He stretched my cheeks and made me gag a bit, but kept going until he had had enough, no doubt just for the moment!
Next he showed me the dressage whip he planned to use on me next, but first he unfastened my ankle cuffs and fixed them to a long bar that spread my legs apart. He then adjusted and my bindings until I was comfortable. He slowly walked up and down behind me, and I tensed myself ready for the first stroke. Several seconds went by and I presumed he had changed his mind, but the next thing I knew was that several slashes of the whip reigned down on my poor bottom in quick succession. Then he started to pace the strokes much further apart, but they were much harder, and I was made to count the numbers, starting at one, not knowing what number he would end on. He paid attention to my inner thighs, the reason for the spreader bar, and soon my rear end was flaming hot. Finally he stopped at when I begged him to, and he rubbed my arse cheeks, telling me what a good girl I had been for taking that many.
He unfixed my wrist and ankle cuffs from the apparatus, leaving them attached to my wrists and ankles, and once I was free, asked me to remove my skirt and blouse. Once I was partially undressed, he said he wanted access to my nipples, so I asked if I could go back to the spare bedroom and changed into my ¼ cup bra. He said it would be a good idea, and I welcomed the opportunity for a break in the proceedings!
I quickly slipped off my regular ‘Wonderbra’ and bra fillers, and slipped on the black satin ¼ cup. This always had a pleasing effect of squeezing my small, but adequately pert boobs up and together, and exposing my small pink nipples. I also took the opportunity to closely inspect my poor arse more closely. What a shock! Large deep red strap marks were visible, criss-crossed with a multitude of red slash marks from the dressage whip, the tip of each stroke ending in a purple wound. My rear end looked like a badly planned motorway intersection! However, once I got over the shock, I felt myself turned on anew by the damage to my once milky white pert bottom and thighs.
When I returned to the ‘playroom’, he was preparing my next ordeal, and, beckoning me over to a large bench, he proceeded to fix me to it, using ankle cuffs. Next, he threaded some chords through pulleys on the other side of the room and attached weights to the looped ends, the kind of weights that extra weights could be added to when desired. He then came over to me and told me that he thought my nipples and tits could do with a bit of further developing, and he took two adjustable nipple clips from his pocket and started to fix them on to me. As the springs forced the rubber ends together, pinching my nipples, a hot flame of excitement shot through me, and this new type of pain thrilled me to the core. I gasped again as the second clamp bit cruelly into my other teat and he flicked both clamps to check they were secure. As I started to get use to the feeling, he attached the chords from the other side of the room to the nipple clamps and then added the first extra weight to the other end, stretching my nipples out in front of me, over the top of my revealing bra. There was no point in squirming, as I was completely secured to the bench, and one by one he added more and more weights. The initial sharp pain in my nipples turned into a slow exquisite burning sensation, sending bolts of hot pleasure down to my groin. The clamp bit harder and harder into my nipples, distorting and stretching them into two conical shapes, and still the weights were added! This was my first introduction to nipple torture, and my master showed no signs of leniency for this beginner!
Finally he seemed satisfied with my progress and he removed all the weights and then the clamps. Once I got over the sharp pain produced by the removal, I looked down at my poor nipples to see two red enlarged teats, with dark purple indentations either side where the clamps had been. Next he unclipped my bra, removed the straps, and fetched the dressage whip. He said that he planned to increase the flow of blood to my boobs further by means of a good beating! He took his time as he aimed measured flicks of the long thin crop at my small pert boobs. By the time he had reached four strokes on the left one, deep red slashes had appeared, and he continued, varying the angle on each stroke. When he reached ten on the first tit, he switched to the other one, repeating the process. After ten, I presumed he had finished, but not so! He returned to the fist one and repeated the ten strokes on both tits! No! no! I gasped, but my heart was not in it, and the pain was equalled by a wonderful pleasure.
Finally, he finished, and unbuckled me, leading me over to the mirror to have a better look, up close. My boobs were criss-crossed with an amazing pattern of whip marks, some of which were already turning purple at the ends. As I stared transfixed at his handiwork, he pressed himself behind me, fondling one boob with one hand, and probing my now hot and throbbing anus with the forefinger of the other. Due to my excitement, and to my shame, by hot asshole parted to his thick finger and my building lust made me arch my bum towards him and moan with horny excitement.
“Bend over and let’s have a look at this gaping little cunt of yours” he said, and I bent and grasped my ankles as he directed.
“Lets see if we can loosen you up a bit more, thought I’m not sure if you need it!” he said and as he did, he eased a second thumb into me and started to stretch my ass-pussy open. All the time he was telling me to ‘open wide’, and gently stretching me and pulling me towards him. As he did I felt his cock brushing my leg and I thought by now he must be finished with my tits and would turn his attention to lower down my anatomy. I was wrong!
“That’s enough of that, “ he said, “Well get back to your cunthole later.”
As he talked, he produced a bag from a cupboard, and pulled out a jumble of small pegs with little bells, like the sort you’d see on a cat's collar, attached to each one. He had me lean against the wall with my legs slightly parted, and proceeded to attach them to my arse cheeks. Each one made a pleasurable burning sensation and he attached it, and soon each buttock was adorned with about fifteen or so of the devices. He then had me turn around and as I did so, a gently jangling sound was made. Next he started to attach them to my titties, concentrating most around the nipple area. I was breathless with excitement, and on a wonderful dividing line between pain and pleasure.
“Now you little bitch, let’s see how well you dance. I want you to shake that tush and titties for me.” He put on some music, and I started to move to the music, The more I shook my arse, the more the bells jangled, and the more the burning sensation increased. I shook my titties violently from side to side for him, and gasped at the shot of pleasure / pain that it produced. All the time he encouraged me to keep the bells going, and stroked his dick as he did so.
After a while, he turned the music off and told me to stand very still as he removed the clips. Each one was stingingly painful, and when he was done, I was allowed to rub my tits and arse, which by now were bumpy and pitted with the abuse that had received.
By this time I was so horny that I would have done anything asked of me, and when he told me to get on my knees and suck him till he was good and hard, I realised with pleasure and trepidation that he was planning to fuck me. I had not had a mans cock up my love hole before, and I knew from experience of using a dildo on myself that I was very tight down there. However, as I obediently sucked his rigid tool, I felt so turned on, that I thought I could take anything up my ‘pussy’, so when he pushed me down onto all fours and positioned himself behind me, I only felt desperation that he would start fucking me as soon as possible, and rip away the virginity that I had been dying to loose. I begged him to be gentle as it was my first time, and he assured me that he was experienced with first timers. I was worried that he was going to hurt me, but I needn’t have because as before, he eased a thick thumb into my hot red hole and fucked me with it for a while, before squeezing the other one in and gently stretching my sphincter wide open.
“What a little slut you are,” he said, as he alternated between plunging his two thumbs into me and then pulling my hole wide open for his pleasure. “I don’t think I’m going to have too much of a problem getting my dick in here!” he said, with some degree of satisfaction.
Next I felt his huge knob end positioned at the entrance of my ‘cunt’ and as he slowly started nudging the tip in and out, he then firmly lunged and was all the way in my up to the hilt. My juicy hole was obviously completely dilated, and I was so horny that I could see that my first proper fuck was going to be wonderfully easy. I arched my back as he held on to my arse cheeks and began to ride me more and more vigorously, until soon he was ramming in and out, and I was moaning for more. I gave voice to my desires, begging him not to stop. His thick manhood felt wonderful in my love hole and as he slowed his pace, I was able to appreciate his exceptional thickness as it stretched my cunt to its limit. Each time he plunged in, I tightened my pussy muscles, trying to suck him back into me, to give him the extra pleasure he deserved. He too was groaning with pleasure my now, and was obviously holding off spurting his load into me. His thick veined cock felt wonderful as it filled my ass and stretched my sphincter to its virginal limit. I felt just like a teenager getting laid for the first time by her horny date. As he rode me I stood firm on all fours and he grabbed handfuls of my as cheeks to steady himself. I did not mind his rough and selfish treatment, as I wanted to be a good girl for him. I wanted him to have the maximum pleasure from me and I knew he was going to take it. He just wanted me to be his submissive slut and whore and totally focussed himself on using me as his fuck toy.
Reluctantly he withdrew, and helped me to my feet, and over to lie down on a knee high padded bench. He fixed my neck collar to a ‘D’ ring positioned towards the far end of the bench, holding my head secure, and then looped two ropes through the ‘D’ rings on my ankle cuffs, and pulled me legs up and over my head, folding me in half. By this time I was in a sort of trance, and everything he did to me only heightened my growing pleasure and lust. My hands were free to steady myself, and he then straddled the bench, positioning his cock at the entrance to my pleasure hole. He then rode me in this position for ten or fifteen minutes, stopping every so often to hold off from his climax. Soon my ravaged cunt hole was starting to burn, and finally he freed my in order to prepare me for the grand finale.
He told me that as I had been such a good, compliant girl, (not to mention willing!) and he was going to treat me to a good face full of spunk, and he asked to kneel in the middle of the room. This I did and he wasted no time in getting a firm grip behind my neck and slipping his length into my throat. He used my mouth and throat very slowly and gently now, as I could tell he wanted to prolong his pleasure. He told me to ‘open very wide’ and he rubbed his oozing dick end around my mouth and over my lips. Next he would force his cock into my throat, producing big ribbons of thick spit mixed with his pre-cum which started to slop down my chin and onto my titties and then he would ride my throat vigorously for a while. As he did he reminded what kind of girl I was:
“Go on you fucking little tramp. Suck that thing you little slag, that’s right.” He said “You’re nothing but a little two bit cunt of a whore. You love that, don’t you, you fucking little hooker”
Suddenly his cock exploded in my mouth and he ordered me to look up and him and keep my mouth open wide with my tongue out. Several spurts of hot come splashed over my face and into my eyes and hair. It went everywhere! He groaned and moaned as he released those last drops of semen over me and started to rub the mess around my mouth.
“Good girl, good girl” he repeated, “lick that thing clean like a good little bitch.”
Soon his cock was licked clean and he leant me over to the mirror to see the mess he had made of my face. Thick globules of his come coated my mouth, and my whole face was flecked with jism. I looked very bit the picture of the slut I felt, and a strange sense of pride that I had given him such pleasure.
Finally it was time to get changed, but when I went back to the spare room to undress, I couldn’t resist one last look in the fill length mirror at the newly emerged schoolgirl slut that could really sat the she could satisfy her man! As I stood there I started to wank my hard prick, my mouth gaping with concentrated arousal, and before I knew it, my spunk erupted three feet in the air and started to splatter the mirror and over my chest and tits. I sank to the floor and moaned with pleasure as each drop emptied from my tight little balls.
Finally the fantasy come to life was over, but I had the feeling that it would not be long before I would be repeating the afternoons events!
CHAPTER FIVE
THE CLUB
One afternoon, as I was browsing through a contact magazine That I get regularly, I noticed and advert for a transvestite club that was to be held in a sauna in east London on a weekly basis. The advert outlined the establishment and described a bar, Jacuzzi and steam rooms along with ‘private rooms’. I was intrigued and called the number at the bottom of the advert. The man who answered was friendly and gave me some more details and said that I would be most welcome.
It was a bit of a drive from where I live, so I got ready in good time, taking my usual care with my appearance. I had bought a new floaty chiffon pleated skirt and I decided to take my baby doll negligée with me, in case it came in useful!
It turned out to be a long drive and I didn’t arrive until 9.30pm, but I was able to park practically outside, so I hurried to go in, knowing that the club shut at 11.00pm. First I checked my make up and hair in the mirror and with growing excitement I entered the shopfront premises. It was actually held at a sauna club, where, I presumed, men went for a massage and all the ‘extras’. I hoped that things would live up to my expectations and as a long-standing fantasy was to work in a massage parlour, the setting was perfect and exciting.
I entered the small lobby and the club organiser welcomed me and took my coat. He showed me into the bar and made a few introductions to some of the regulars. I bought a drink, feeling very self conscious and as I sipped it at the bar, the manager chatted to me, telling me about the video screening room, Jacuzzi and steam room, as well as the changing rooms leading on to the private rooms. As he was talking I eyed the four or so other T.V.’s who were there to check out the competition as well as the stream of male customers who drifted in and out of the bar, mostly dressed only in white towels around their waist. Frank, the club organiser offered to give me a guided tour of the place and I agreed, partly out of interest and partly as I was feeling a bit self conscious, not knowing anyone in the place.
The steam room was pretty standard and the Jacuzzi looked interesting, except that I had no plans to change out of my sexy underwear or mess up my hair and make up. The video lounge looked like fun and I decided to head back there later as I love porn films, and the dark atmosphere would put me a bit more at ease.
Next, he took me up to the changing rooms and then on up to the ‘private rooms’ area. Although they were called private, they did not have any doors and it seemed as if anyone could walk in at any time. Frank told me that there were large raised areas covered with upholstered mattresses for comfort and that I should feel free to rendezvous upstairs with anyone I liked the look of at any time. The rooms were lit only by a red light, but there was enough light to see that no one was currently making use of these facilities. I knew I’d have to pluck up a lot of courage to go back there, but all the same, my excitement level was starting to go up all the time.
We went back down to the bar, and I decided to take my drink into the video lounge. This room was full of sofas and large comfy chairs, so I decided to get comfortable on a sofa to one side of the room. I noticed a few sideways glances from some of the guys, but no one actually came over. I was starting to think that the action was not going to be up to much, so after about ten minutes, I decided to go to the bathroom for a pee, and then back to the bar. Sitting at a table on my own I was soon joined by another T.V. who started to chat to me. I turned out to be her first time as well, so she was not really able to help me regarding the usual goings on in the club. I had noticed several guys eyeing me as I chatted. But was really starting to give up hope of any fun, so I decided to go up to the changing rooms to check my make up and hair.
After touching up my face and fixing my hair, I was heading back downstairs and as I descended, one of the guys who had been in the bar earlier was coming up and he engaged me in conversation.
“Hi there, I’m Mike and I wondered, have you seen the private rooms yet?” he asked, “I also wondered if you would like to come and have a look and maybe get comfortable?”
“I was beginning to wonder when someone was going to as me!” I replied, and immediately he smiled and continued,
‘”Well, actually, several of the guys downstairs were plucking up the courage to ask you, but I was elected to do the job! Actually, it’s quite late and most of the guys were about to leave when you arrived. They all think you are really sexy and I know they’d like to join you as well. How would you feel about me inviting them up as well?”
“Fine”, I said, trying to look cool and calm, “Should I see you up there?”
“No problem! Well just finish our drinks and be with you. Have you got any particular likes or limits?” he replied.
I had already decided to stick to oral only, as I could see things getting quite carried away in this situation. I let him know and he said that he’d pass the message on. I was feeling pretty hot (they obviously kept it that way for a reason!) and anyway, I fancied presenting them with a more revealing and slutty image, so I said,
“I’m feeling a bit warm, so I’ll just go up and put on something a bit cooler. Just give me a few minutes”,
His face signalled his approval, and with that, I smiled a sexy smile and headed up to the changing room again. I hurriedly slipped out of my blouse and skirt and, leaving on my waspie, bra, g-string, stockings and heels, hurriedly put on my sheer black baby doll nightie. One quick check and a pout in the full length mirror and I was ready for action!
I made myself comfy on one of the rooms, propping myself up on one elbow and arranging my skirts so as to show off my long stocking clad legs. After a minute or so my eyes had adjusted to the low light level, and I could tell that the lighting was carefully designed to give a feeling of sexy anonymity, while still allowing any participants to have a good view of each other, directly and also in the large mirrors arranged along the walls by the large bedded areas.
It wasn’t long before Mike returned, followed by three other guys. He made some hasty introductions, but I forgot their names as soon as he had said them! They wasted no time in sitting down and slipping out of their towels. I took the chance to lay back and put on a bit of a sexy show for them, stroking my legs and generally working them (and myself!) up.
As they gathered around me, I leant over and took Mikes big proud cock in my mouth and he groaned as I got to work on him. Soon he was thrusting his big veiny shaft in and out of my mouth and I became aware of other cocks jostling for position, as well as various sets of hands feeling my ass up. I decided to get on to all fours, and soon felt my knickers being removed and an experienced hand feeling my love hole with a probing finger. Next, I was encouraged to swap cocks, and as I did so I noticed several other guys entering the room. The word must have got around and I was feeling a bit overwhelmed, but carried on sucking the new larger cock and hoped that I could deal with all these horny guys!
Next, someone had the idea of getting two cocks in my mouth at once and I was happy to oblige! Before long I was on by knees on the floor servicing them in turn, and soon I had eight or nine cocks competing for my attention!
“Let’s see if we can all try to finish at the same time,” Mike said, and I knew that would not be too long, and the mixture of my saliva and their pre-come was starting to drip down over my chin. I kept up my performance, sucking for all I was worth on the variety of cocks presented to me. The others who were not in the process of fucking my mouth started to wank themselves, but it was Mike who decided that first ‘served’ should be first to come!
As I opened my mouth wide, and extended my tongue in true porno star style, he let out a loud satisfying moan, and shot his load over my face and mouth with good strong jets of come. Pretty much as soon as he had finished, the next guy took his place and did the same. Each guy came with varying amounts of jism, with various amounts force and noise, but by the time the fifth one had finished, the layers of hot sperm were splattered over my face, and had started to dribble down over my small cleavage and baby doll nightie.
“Whoa!…..What a slut she is!” Mike commented with glee, “Keep it going and were going to set a world record!!”
Number six stepped up at the same time as number seven, and they distinguished themselves by coming almost simultaneously! The last guy decided to enjoy my mouth for a bit longer and as he did so, he rubbed his large swollen cock end around my lips and over my face, slapping the thick shaft against my cheeks. A few final thrusts and squelches in my mouth and finally he pulled back and unleashed a good hot load of come over and into my mouth. The remaining guys encouraged me to clean the remaining come juice from their semi-hard shafts, enjoying the sight of this thoroughly used tart in action. Finally I excused myself and went down to the changing rooms to repair the damage to my make up.
And what a mess it was! Come was streaked all over my face and in my hair. My baby doll was a mess too, so I changed back into my skirt and blouse and after ten or fifteen minutes I had re-applied my make up and generally got myself back to normal. Looking at my watch I could see that it was eleven already, and I supposed that most of the people would be leaving or would have already left.
Walking downstairs and back into the bar, I noticed that the club organiser Frank was back behind the bar and chatting to one of the guys who had been in the video room earlier. The place was now deserted, but Frank asked me if I’d like one for the road. I said that would be nice and we started to chat.
“How did you enjoy yourself this evening?” he said, with a glint in his eye, and I guessed that some of the guys I had ‘entertained’ had filled him in on a few of the details. I told him it had been fun and he went on to fill me in on a few things about the club, how long it had been going e.t.c. I asked him about the other ‘girls’ who frequented the place.
“Well, some of them are here just for fun, and some of them are what you might call ‘working girls’, and come to make a bit of money on the side. Come to think of it, a cute chick like you could probably do the same if you fancied it. I could take care of the details.” He said.
“I’m not sure if I’m really up to that,” I replied, but the idea had go me going again as I gave it some thought. “I’m not as confident as the girls at the bar earlier” I continued, “Do you think I’ve got what it takes?”
“Well, there’s only one way to find out,” he said, “Let go through to the video screening room and see how you deal with us.” He continued, indicating his friend.
We went through and he suggested I do a strip on the small stage that was in front of the video projection screen. Frank and his friend sat in the front row and I could see bulges appearing in their trousers as I started to move to the music and slowly eased off my blouse and skirt. The music continued to throb and I strutted my stuff like an exotic strip club dancer. Turning around I stuck my ass out and pulled the cheeks apart, massaging them in time to the beat. I flirted with them and finally removed my knickers, throwing them across the room at the guys. At this both guys got up and I sat on the edge of the stage with a naughty smile on my lips. As they came across, they unzipped themselves and advanced towards me with hardening cocks protruding.
They put me through my paces and I enthusiastically got to work on their cocks with my mouth. They took it in turns and I was enjoying showing what I could do, licking, sucking and wanking their hot, hard veined members. They pumped away at my mouth and thrust into my mouth grasping me behind the neck to get a good grip. I licked their balls and enjoyed the feel of them as they slapped against my chin. Eventually they both spunked in my face and I cleaned every last drop from their cocks, shaft, head and balls.
Finally, I went up to the changing room to adjust my make up, and when I came down, smiling I asked them if I had passed the audition. They told me that I had, with flying colours, and that if I fancied taking them up on their offer, to give them a call some time. Frank got my coat for me and I headed out to the car still glowing with the evening's fantastic events. I didn’t then know if I would take them up on the offer and in fact I soon was to find other things to take my pervy time up, but at the time I certainly considered another visit to the club!
CHAPTER SIX
A WORKING HOLIDAY IN AMSTERDAM
My friend John had for long time been urging me to go for a break in Amsterdam, as he had had many a bawdy time there in the past in the various sex clubs and houses of ill repute up and down the main canal. One spring, following a tax rebate, I decided to take his advice, and bought a cheap week end flight. I wasn't really planning to spent any time dressed, but I packed a few of my favourite lingerie, some shoes, and a dress just in case. I really just fancied a leisurely time soaking up some atmosphere and alcohol.
I was catching a Thursday evening flight and was going to stay my first night with a 'retired' T.V., a friend of Johns, who would give me a few pointers and addresses. After that I would be staying in a hotel in the centre of town, overlooking the main canal. There was a hell of a crush when I arrived at the airport, due to some trade fair, but I found a taxi without too much difficulty. I wasn't until my arrival a Hilly's apartment that I discovered that a pickpocket had taken advantage of the crown to relieve me of my wad of spending money! As it was only a four day, long week end trip, I hadn't bothered to get travellers cheques, but luckily I had a kept some separate sterling in my wallet, so after explaining my predicament to the taxi driver I had enough to pay him off, as he was decent enough to accept foreign currency. But what was I going to do now? I was damned if I was going to have my holiday ruined, but as I was on a charter flight, I could not return until Monday evening, and I really did not want to tap Hilly for some cash, as I knew he was not well off, and he had, after all been good enough to offer to put me up for the night. I also had decided not to bring any credit cards, as I wanted to stop myself going mad buying clothes and other things while I was away. There had to be a solution, but it wasn't until later that evening that an answer to my problem would come.
After cooking a delicious meal, Hilly started to tell me about his life as a T.V. in the fifties and sixties in Amsterdam. Obviously it was not the raunchy place it was in later years, but nevertheless, it was a liberal place, and Hilly had seen his fare share of action. He showed me an album of photographs of him in nightclubs, and with other girls in the brothel he used to work in his twenties and thirties. He was extremely convincing, but had worked there for the thrill and excitement of it, rather than because he needed the money.
Hilly’s talk of his past life had really set my mind, not to mention my libido going. As you will have noticed, my mind is never far from erotic and perverted things, and in a flash, that evening I realised that the only way to stop my holiday from being totally ruined was to earn some money, and quickly. I had bought a few photos of myself in various outfits and states of undress, and my plan was to visit a few of the brothels he had mentioned, and try to get some work, using the photos as my 'portfolio'! What could be better than being paid for something I enjoyed anyway! I had acted the whore enough times in the past, why not use it to my advantage now! I put my idea to him, and of course he offered to lend me the money, but after I explained my plan, he said he’d help me in any way he could, even if it meant helping me sell myself as a sex slave! He seemed to think the idea was hilarious, but I think he was secretly thrilled about being back in the fray! He even said he’d call some of his old contacts that were still involved in the game, and warn them of my arrival.
I set out around mid day on Friday to find the first on the list of address that Hilly had recommended, armed with some of the names of a few of the owners of the various establishments and some photos of me in my most alluring outfits. After finding the first address not yet open, I quickly arrived at the second, and rang the bell. The place called itself ‘The Oasis Private Members Club’, and when the entry phone was answered, I had first to explain to the girl that I was not a customer, but a potential 'working girl'. She asked me to come up, and soon I was shown in to the owner's surprisingly stylish office.
Mr Offland was a grey haired man of about fifty, well dressed with a brisk manner. He explained that he didn't usually take on girls for a short time, however, he was a bit short of staff at present, and he might consider me, but only after seeing me when dressed. He did not seem too interested and appeared to be hurrying me to leave, but when I offered to show him some of my photos, he said he would have a quick look, as Hilly had called him earlier with a recommendation.
As he shuffled through the twenty or so shots, however, his manner changed noticeably.
"So these are all photos of you, yes?......recent ones I think, yes?" he said in his good, but accented English.
I assured him that they were all recent, and that I thought he'd like me even more in the flesh.
"In the flesh? Ja... I would like to see you in the flesh Mandy, this would be good, I think"
He seemed transfixed and eventually he managed to tear his eyes away from them, to tell me to return at about five thirty.
I got a cab back to Hilly’s, and headed straight to the bathroom and started to get ready for my interview. Hilly was not busy, so volunteered to help me with the preparations, ironing my skirt and applying my false eyelashes. (I never could get the hang of those things!) He told be a bit about Mr Offland, how he had been a very successful clothing retailer, but his penchant for sexy T.V.’s had eventually driven him to sell his businesses at a very good profit, and buy a club in which to indulge his tastes to the full, out of the site of his wife. I decided the usual black basque, stockings, bra and heels would do the trick, and finished off with a short tight black skirt, seamed stockings and make up towards the slutty end of the scale, particularly very red and very glossy lipstick. As soon as I was ready, Hilly called me a cab, and wishing me good luck, waved me off outside the apartment block.
On my arrival back at the club, I was shown in and Mr Offland welcomed me in with noticeably more enthusiasm than at my first visit.
“Come in, sit down and let me have a look at you.” He said, feasting his eyes on me and undressing me with his eyes. He asked me if I would mind taking off a few clothes, so he could assure himself that I was going to appeal to his clientele, but I knew he had other things on his mind! No use in resisting the inevitable, I thought, and slipped out of my outer clothes and sashayed around the room for him, getting more and more aroused as I did. Walking over to the sofa, I bent over, with legs straight to give him a good view of my heels and seamed stockings leading up to a pert undie clad bottom. Slowly I peeled my panties down over my ass, and pulled them down around my ankles, then parting my cheeks for him to have a look at my shaven love hole. He walked over and sat on the edge of the desk, and I knew this was my chance to really impress him!
“If you need any proof of my abilities, Mr Offland, perhaps I could do something about that bulge in your trousers?” Well, It just slipped out, and after I said it I could hardly believe it myself!
“Good idea, baby.” he said, as I sauntered over and knelt down in front of him, unzipping his fly and pulling his now hard cock out with a skilled movement. Slowly and very gently, I started to tease him, by giving the head of his prick little flicks of my tongue, and looking up at him with my ‘butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth’ look. He responded by urging me to give him a good deep sucking, but I decided to get him going for a bit longer before I did that, and before long, he was groaning and moaning with pleasure. After several minutes of this softly approach, I got stuck into some good hard cock sucking, greedily slurping and deep throating him as he watched me with a look of growing ecstasy on his face. I licked every inch of his cock and balls, and returned to polishing the big end of his dick with twisting motions of my head and plenty of tongue and suction.
Finally, I could tell he was nearing his climax, and I took his rigid tool in my hand and pumped away giving him the occasional suck and lick. Finally, with a groan and a shudder, the first shot of come shot out of his cock with some force and slapped into my open mouth. The second literally sprayed me full in the cheek and chin, and by the time he had shot his last, my face had a good coating of thick creamy come. I looked up at him, with come dribbling from my chin, smiled, licked my tongue around my mouth, and asked if I had passed the audition!
“Yes, I think you will work out very well.” He laughed, “You seem very talented for one with no professional experience. Now you must meet Frau Anna, our house ‘Madame’. She will show you the ropes and explain how things work here, you can start this evening.” and pushed a button on his desk that I assumed would summon her.
Thanking him enthusiastically I started to mop up the remaining jism with a hankie, rearrange my clothes and touch up my make up, in preparation. As I was just finishing, a tall Germanic woman entered and I was introduced to her. Mr Offland excused himself and left us alone. She was friendly but to the point, and I couldn’t help but notice she was eyeing me in a studied way. After giving me a quick run down on how the wages worked, she described the kind of services that were offered at ‘The Oasis Club’. There was several rooms fitted out for various scenes, including a dungeon for those into B&D, a spa room, with a Jacuzzis and big sofas for orgies, and several mirrored bedrooms. I would be called on to do anything from entertain one guy at a time, to participating in a full blown group scene, or assisting in a domination session. As she spoke she eyed me up and down, and I saw that her ample bosom was heaving slightly. I could have been mistaken, but I got the feeling that the frau was a bit of a T.V. fancier herself. After answering a few of my questions, she suggested I go and meet the other girls who were working that day.
I was shown onto a comfortable sitting room with a T.V. and sofas arranged facing a mirrored wall. There were five other girls who introduced themselves to me, and I sat down with two who were called Angie and Wanda. Angie went for the classic pale skinned, bleached hair ‘cheap’ slut look and did it to great effect. She looked very sexy and fuckable. Wanda on the other hand had the darker Latin looks of the Rio transsexual and indeed had big, real breasts that jutted out and looked very inviting, with several buttons of her blouse open to reveal a wonderful cleavage. She was however, as she was quick to explain, still intact ‘down there’. I asked about Far Anna and if she ever serviced the customers herself. Wanda said that she only supervised in the domination sessions, partly because she looked the part and also because she was only sexually interested in girls.
The ‘waiting room’, as they called it, had quite a casual air about it, allowing the ‘girls’ to sit and chat in a comfortable place while awaiting our customers. Angie explained to me that the large mirror was in fact a one way window that allowed the men to select a girl at their leisure. She said that things did not usually gut busy until around nine or ten, but at that moment Frau Anna, came in and said two of us had a customers.
“He is in room three, Mandy” Frau Anna said, and motioned me towards the door.
“Look after him well, he’s a regular and his usual girl Greta is off this week, but he seemed happy to have you as replacement.”
By now my heart was beginning to thump and I hoped he would not click that I was a newcomer to this game. Before she showed me to the room where I was entertaining him, she took me to one side and explained that 'Kurt', a Berliner was a regular, and was known for being built 'like a German cavalry horse'. Some of the girls could not take him! Breathlessly I said I'd give it my best shot, and, before I knocked on the door, I paused for a second to prepare myself. I was very nervous and worried that I may not be able to service him as required. In the end my rising level of hornyness took over and I knocked at the door.
When he called out for me to enter, I did so, and after introducing myself, cast my eyes quickly around the room. It was a roomy space with a huge round bed at one end surrounded by wall hung mirrors. There was also a large round mirror on the ceiling, providing plenty of opportunity to watch the proceedings!
Kurt looked friendly enough, about forty five and average build. He eyed me greedily and told me that he wanted oral followed by a 'good long fuck', as he put it, so I told him the price and he peeled off the notes and handed them to me. I told him to undress, and excused myself to hand the money over to Frau Anna. When I returned, he was down to his boxers and lying in the bed. I decided to put on a bit of a show for him, partly to get him turned on, and partly to give me a chance to loosen up my love chute. He seemed happy with the suggestion, and said there were some ‘toys’ in the top drawer if the chest. I selected a thick rubber vibrating dildo, and walked over to the bed and laying on my back, parted the opening to my split crotch panties, and loosing my now hard dick from the confines of stretched lace. Legs in the air and spread apart, I started to rub the fake cock around my pussy hole and soon the end was lodged inside. After some few minutes, I was moaning away, as the veiny shaft plunged in and out, and my asshole started to relax and open up. I shafted away in time to the music, and I could see that it was having the right effect on Kurt, so I put down the dildo and stood up. By now I could see that his cock was straining at the front of his boxers, forming a huge tent. I put on my black baby doll nightie, because I knew it never failed to please, and sashayed across the room on my black pom-pom mules to where he sat. First, I laid across his lap and let him fondle my upturned arse. As I’ve said, my rear is one of my best assets, being very pert and round, and when encased in lace or sheer panties usually proves irresistible! I could feel his big dick poking me in the stomach, and soon he was urging me to get to get to work on his tool.
I guided him to sit on the edge of the bed and sank down on to my knees. As I was teasing the huge bulge, through the fabric of his underwear with my tongue, at last his love truncheon sprang out and was exposed in all its glory. Thank God I had loosened myself up earlier. It was like a huge salami, with a thick veined shaft and a swollen purple head and I stared at it transfixed. This thing was going to take some fitting in! Holding it in both hands, there was still enough left to have a good mouth full! Opening wide, I took the head between my lips and started sucking away greedily, and soon I had a thing that felt like the size of a tennis ball to deal with! I licked up and down the shaft and all around his balls, and then ventured to take him down my throat.
Six months earlier, I would not have stood a chance of taking him, but having seen a Texan girl who called herself 'The Salami Queen' on an American cable T.V. show, I had decided to go into training! Her party piece was using a twelve inch salami sausage, and taking it all the way down her throat without choking, which she happily demonstrated on camera! She explained that if you did it often enough, you could stop the reflex, and really enjoy oral! Only in the U.S.A! I copied her technique with a dildo, and soon could deep throat away to my hearts content.
Anyway, although I now considered myself 'deep throat' expert, his massive dong took some taking, but soon he had grasped me behind the neck and was getting a good four inches down my throat, my red lipped mouth gaping wide as he did. Deciding that he wanted deeper penetration, Kurt made me lie down on the bed and positioned himself astride my face. Pushing his tool down, he forced his cock end into my mouth and was soon riding my throat like a stallion. All the time he was letting me know what a slut I was, in his deep guttural German accent, and didn’t I know it! Finally, dismounting, he turned to me and said,
“Go and ask Frau Anna for the riding harness, I feel like more of this!”
I had no idea what he meant, but with a mixture of trepidation and excitement, decided to play along and went down to Frau Anna to do as he asked.
“He’s asked for the riding harness” I told her, “what does that mean?"
Frau Anna went over to one of the large mirrored doors of the large fitted cupboards that lined her room and pulled it across to reveal a row of clothes and equipment. She selected a piece that consisted of a tangle of leather straps and buckles and brought it over to me.
“I’ll help you into this and show you how it works” she said, and started to fix the first strap around my waist, buckling it at the front. There were two smaller straps fixed to the belt, that looped and buckled around my upper thighs, and she finished off by strapping my wrists into the two cuffs fixed behind my back. Next she took a smaller, thicker strap that was lined with soft material, and fixed it around my neck with a buckle at the back.
As I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I noticed that there were ‘D’ ring loops fixed either side of the waist belt and neck strap.
“What are these rings for?” I asked her as she was fetching another waist belt.
“Just take this with you back up to your client, and you’ll soon find out!” she replied, with a flick of the eyebrows.
She put the belt in my hand and opened the door, motioning me to go. My sense of arousal was starting to boil over, as I realised that I would be completely at his whim once I went back to room three. He must have heard my stiletto heels clicking down the hallway, as the door was opened for me when I arrived, and he ushered me in, taking the belt from me as I entered.
As he donned the belt, I noticed that there were two adjustable ‘reins’ with dog clips at the end hanging from either side of it. He had me come over, and made me kneel down in front of him. He got a length of rope and secured my ankles together, making me unable to get up, and he walked around me, admiring his handiwork and apparently relishing what was to come. He as obviously enjoying himself, as his cock was still ramrod hard and sticking out like a swollen cucumber. He clipped the dog clips to the ‘D’ rings either side of my collar and started to draw my head towards his tool, ordering me to open my mouth as he went. As I did so, he started to thrust and tightened the reins until his cock end was fully engaged in the back of my throat with very little possibility of pulling back. He now put his hands on his hips and started to really enjoy himself, rocking back and forth, giving me a good long throat fuck. I was completely unable to have any say in what he did now, being unable to get up due to my tied ankles and unable to push him away as my hands were secured behind me! His dick squelched in and out, in and out, and soon a mixture of his pre-come and my saliva was dribbling down my chin. It was wonderful to be completely used, and to have no say in what happened, knowing that my only use was to satisfy my customer. I looked up at him subserviently to check that I was pleasuring him correctly and was rewarded by a look of total lust on his face.
Finally he said he was ready for his 'good long fuck' and I was soon to find out what he meant. After unclipping me, removing my collar and belt, he beckoned me over to the large bed and, had me lay down in the centre of it. I lurched to a new level of arousal as I watched him slip a large red satin pillow under my smooth hips and I raised my legs in the air seductively. He walked over to the chest of drawers and slipped condom on to his thick shaft. Returning to the bed, he positioned himself between my legs, and I grasped an ankle in each hand, pulling my legs back and apart, to allow him easy access to my gaping cunt. A look of pure lust was on his face as he edged his cock towards me and soon his huge end was nudging gently but urgently into the outer opening. He was obviously and experienced T.V. fucker, as he knew how to get a girl horny and more importantly, get her cunt hot, gaping open and ready for action. A wonderful feeling coursed through me as he stretched me to new limits, even though he had as yet only inserted the head. I was beginning to beg him to ram the whole thing up me, but he kept on teasing me by nudging away rhythmically with his purple swollen end.
Finally, after what seemed like an age, he said that he thought I was ready to start fucking! Start!......I was in such a state of heaven, I thought it must be nearly over! He paused to pull of the tiny piece of lace that served as my panties, and smiled as he saw the extent to which my own cock had grown. There was no hiding my excitement, as my tool was ramrod hard and exposed for all to see. Little did I know how right I was! The next thing I knew was that he was feeding what felt like an endless length of cock up me and soon was squelching away in my red hot love hole. I clamped my muscles around him each time he pulled out, giving him that 'sucking' feeling that all my previous lovers had enjoyed.
After several minutes of this, he turned me over, grabbed two handfuls of my arse and continued pumping away at me. With each thrust I groaned involuntarily, and begged him to keep on fucking his little whore. He seemed to have every intention of this and after a while stopped to put back on the belts that we had used earlier. This time, however, he positioned himself behind me, as I knelt on all fours, and fixed the straps to the belts and thigh straps. When he had entered me and finished tightening the buckles and straps, he was literally ‘strapped on’ to me, with his shaft buried deep in my love hole, and all his weight sitting on my rump, like a jockey on his mount! He must have had about nine inches of hard dick buried deep inside me and it felt mind blowingly wonderful.
“There!” he said with a note of satisfaction, comfying himself for the ride ahead. There was just enough slack in the harness to thrust his cock in and out, and soon he was doing just that, and grunting with the effort. As he rode me, I crawled around the circular bed wiggling and bucking my hips to complete the image of a randy mare being fucked by her well hung stud! He pumped his piston in and out, filling my chute and sending waves of ecstasy coursing through me.
“Come on baby, ride me, ride me, fuck your little bitch” I gasped, urging him on to fuck me harder. My mouth gaped open and I caught sight of the depraved scene in one of the mirrored walls that surrounded us and I was amazed about my sense of abandon. Reflections of the other mirrors gave me multiple images of myself, fuelling my desire, and I carried on begging him to fuck me senseless.
Finally, when I thought I was about to be split open with his cock inside me, he stopped and unbuckled himself and removed the harness from my waist. I lay there for a minute, catching my breath, my butt hole burning from the onslaught with a mixture of pain and ecstasy. For a moment, I thought he may be finished, however, he made it clear that he was just having a brief rest before the final and inevitable conclusion. I took the opportunity to re-apply a fresh layer red lipstick to my lips and Kurt beckoned me over to ‘finish me off’ as he put it.
Kneeling in front of him, and steadying myself with my hands on his thighs, I again took his knob on my mouth and started to hive him head with long slow strokes. From time to time I’d pull my head back suddenly, producing a loud smacking sound as his dick popped out of my mouth. All the time I’d be looking up at him with a wanton look on my face, and continuing with the slow teasing build up to his climax.
He had staying power, I’ll say that for him, but finally he tensed up for the last time, and he pulled back, aiming his huge cock end at my upturned face. The first spurt hit me in the mouth and lips, followed by a second more powerful that sprayed across my cheek. Pulling me by the neck towards him, he emptied the third and fourth loads onto my mouth. As this started to dribble in thick streams down my chin, he wiped his come laden cock end around my lips, as the last few spasms died down. My face was fully coated with his copious jism, and he continued to spread the oozing mass around my face, encouraging me to lick up the remaining come from his still rock hard member.
‘You love that, don’t you, you little slut’ he said, as he slapped my come coated cheeks and mouth with his softening, but still huge dick. All I could do was moan my approval and carry on cleaning him up.
Finally he was satisfied and I went into the little bathroom to clean myself up and re-apply my wrecked make up! As I was doing this, he came into the bathroom and said his goodbyes, telling me that he would see me next week for a bit more of the same. Would I have recovered by then, I asked myself! As he left, he patted me on the ass, and popped a few noted into my knickers as a tip, and I realised that I had finally arrived as an Amsterdam hooker!
CHAPTER SEVEN
A VIDEO STAR IS BORN
Although I had made some home movies, I really wanted to try to get some work on a real commercial skin flick, or at least try to get an audition for one. I had no idea how to go about it, but decided to try answering a few small ads that I had seen in various contact magazines, sex mags and also a few in some of the more raunchy tabloid papers. Just in case, I tried writing to a few of the large European sex video companies, getting their addresses from some of the videos I had in my collection. Most of the adverts advertised for girls only, with no mention of men or T.V.’s, but I decided to go for it anyway, and wrote a letter and enclosed a snapshot of me in ordinarily daywear with plenty of leg showing.
Most of the companies were not interested, but three expressed an interest and asked for some more revealing shots and my phone number. By now I had a mobile phone so felt fine about giving my number out, and a few days after my reply I received a call from Steve, who told me that he ran a small video production company. We chatted for a while and he asked me about my experience and what I was willing to do on camera. I said that it was my first time doing anything professionally, but I was willing to give most things a go! He added that he could only pay expenses as it was my first time and if things turned out well he’d pay me the usual rate next time. This sounded fine as I was only really in it for the thrill anyway.
He said that he was working on a film of short clips about picking T.V.’s up in public places that he would like to do a short bit of filming out of doors and did I have any ideas for a quiet location? I drove to a commercial business park near to a railway level crossing in West London from time to time, on my way to pick printing up for work and suggested that this might be a good location, provided it was after eight in the evening, as it was usually pretty deserted by then. He seemed to think this sounded like a good idea and said he’d swing by to check it out.
He told me that we would end up at a well-known central London chain hotel in Hammersmith. He explained that it was large and anonymous with parking, and we could go straight up the room via the lifts, from the car parking area. It all sounded perfect! We arranged to meet at the business park at nine thirty on the junction of one of the side roads and an alley that lead to the centre of the commercial area. It was early Summer time and so would only just getting dark then, and as it turned quite a nice warm evening. He had told me that he would arrive in a grey Audi, with him driving and a cameraman in the back seat. I was to act naturally and just try to ignore the camera. Just play along with what happened and go along with the pretence that we had no met before. I parked my car and although I felt a bit conspicuous standing on this street corner, I also felt very excited, a bit like a hooker waiting for clients! I did not have to wait long before I saw his car and so I opened my coat a bit to show off a bit more of what I’ve got. He cruised past one time, checking me out and I could see him making comments for the benefit of the camera. The car soon came around the block again and this time he slowed and wound down the window.
“Hi there, can you tell me the way to Chiswick,” He asked, looking me up and down.
I gave him a few directions, and he continued to look me with more and more interest and he started to ask me if I had ever done any modelling, dancing or any of that kind of thing and generally flirt with me. I said I hadn’t but that I had always wanted to have a go and what in particular did he have in mind? He said that they were making a film for a German video company, and anything I wanted to do on film, the raunchier the better, would be great.
“You realise that I’m not 100% what I appear to be don’t you?” I said to him, and a knowing smile came over him.
He said that it was fine, as he was pretty raunchy himself, and why didn’t we go for a walk to discuss things. I was not sure where he meant, but he explained that there was a small paved area in the centre of the pedestrian part of the park, in between the backs of some of the warehouses. He thought we should go and have a chat on camera before we went back to the hotel.
We walked down the alley chatting, with the cameraman following on behind and I was starting to get very turned on by the situation. When we got there the location he had found was surrounded by large brick planters that were quite overgrown with bushes, and so I could see that we would be quite hidden, provided no one actually came along and actually walked into the paved area. Steve explained that there were not even any windows overlooking the area, so we would be totally secluded. There were even a couple of park benches, so we sat down on one and continued our chat. The talk got more and more raunchy and he asked me if he could see a bit more of my figure. I slipped off my coat, and walked up and down for him with a sexy sway to my hips.
“Mmmm! Very nice,” he said, “why don’t you let me see a bit more of those legs”
The camera was shooting from behind the bench, so I put one spike-heeled foot up in the seat and slowly pulled my skirt up to reveal my stocking top and the swell of sexy flesh above it. He suggested that I might like to remove a few more clothes, so nervously looking around to check that no one was around, I slipped my skirt down on to the floor and stepped out of it. Luckily it was still nice and warm, so I teasingly undid the buttons to my blouse one by one and slipped it off. I stood there in the evening light and for once the cameraman took the video camera away from his eye and looked at me lustily, licking his lips.
“How do you feel about doing something a bit more raunchy?” he asked “The film we are making is to be released on video and cable on the continent, and well….You know how relaxed their laws are!”
“Well…..I don’t know.” I said with a simulated worried look on my face,” I’d like to but I’m afraid someone I know might find out”
“No need to worry about that, Mandy, it will never be seen in this country, unless they legalise porn, and I don’t think that’s likely to happen.”
I agreed to have a go and he unzipped his fly and encourage me to get his cock out. I needed no encouragement as I could see the growing bulge in his trouser front. Well what can I say! I love a big cock on a guy, but this thing was not even half hard and it looked enormous! It plopped out and hung there like a huge python and just as lethal! I must have had the right “should I – shouldn’t I” look on my face, because he pulled me towards him.
“Come on baby, don’t be shy….You know you want to suck my dick, don’t you” he said.
I didn’t reply but I’m sure that the look on my face answered his question. As I approached it, with some trepidation, the camera came in for a close up and I held it up and slowly pulled back the foreskin, starting by licking the head first. The base was thick enough that as I grasped it my fingers did not come together and touch unless I squeezed and it must have been about eight inches long. As I teased it with my tongue the head started to grow and I licked the pronounced rim around the taut helmet. Soon I was heartily sucking away on his tool as best I could and he made himself comfortable, sitting on the park bench, with me kneeling on the floor in front of him. After a while I decided it was time to be a bit more bold, so I turned around and pulled up the back of my skirt, giving him a good view of my pert lace encased arse.
He wasted no time feeling me up there, something that never fails to get me going, and I pulled my knickers a bit of the way down and parted my buttocks for him. He stroked and probed my ring hole for a while, and then suggested that I might be ready to get fucked. I stepped forward and knelt on the bench and bent over, offering him my upturned arse for his pleasure. He quickly slipped a condom on his huge cock and grabbing a handful of my arse and then lined his dick up with the target of his mounting lust. I guess he was used to having difficulty in getting his massive gun barrel into chicks pusseys and asses, and he expertly nudged it in and out of the entrance to loosen me up, without trying to get it all the way in. I reached around and pulled my arse cheeks apart again to help him and bit by bit he got more and more of it into my hot love chute.
I was just beginning to think that it was never going to slip all the way in when with one good push, it suddenly went in. He buried it deeper and deeper into my hole and finally it was stretching my poor ring wide open and filling me up. After a couple of minutes pumping away into me, I started to loose all sense of time and place and I moaned with pleasure. His dick felt like a huge log buried in my ass-pussey and with each thrust it seemed to grow and grow! Five minutes later he was still at it and as the friction grew and grew so did the pleasure, which was starting to border on pain! My ring started to burn as he dry humped me but I begged him to keep going, even when I thought I was going to split open from the pounding I was getting!
What a sight we must have looked out there in the open! It was obviously getting to the camera man as he was now positioned in front of me and the front of his jeans were stretched to bursting point. I suggested that maybe I should do something to release the tension and Steve seemed to think it was a good idea. I deftly unzipped him and took his thick manhood in my mouth. Steve finally slipped his cock out of me and I knew he must be near to coming. He ripped off the condom and proceed to unload hi juice all over my ass, the back of my waspie and as far as my shoulders. As he shot his last load, the cameraman pulled out of my mouth and let fly with a good helping of hot come into my mouth and over my lips. I looked up into the camera lens and imagined all these pervy, lustful Germans getting their rock off looking at the finished video. The thought of all those people seeing what a slut I was making of myself unleashed wave after wave of sexy ripples through my body and my cock and balls felt like they were going to explode with lust.
Steve quickly wiped the spunk from my back and suggested that I put on a show by shooting my load for the finale. By now I was so d*unk with lust that I would have happily done anything I was asked, so I tartily walked over to the middle of the paved area, not caring who saw me, and with one finger in my mouth, started to wank my rock hard cock. I then lay down on the floor and the camera man came over, capturing the whole depraved scene on film. Finally I could hold back no longer and I felt a fizzing in my balls. Suddenly the spunk erupted from my cock and sprayed in the air a good three feet or so. The pleasure and release was amazing and jet after jet shot out of me and onto the concrete paving. All the time Steve encouraged me and finally, as the orgasm died away I felt satisfied.
“Wow!……Wow!…..” was all Steve and his camera man could say.
“Amazing!” I agreed “will that do for your film?” I asked as well.
“No question baby!” was his reply, and at that point we all became aware that we had better think about packing up and getting out of the area before out luck ran out!
I straightened out my clothes, got dressed and on the way back to our cars we agreed that there was really no point in going back to the hotel as we had captured everything we needed to in the open air. We said our good byes and I headed back to Johns to relate the story to him and to get changed and have a bath while I still had the energy!
CHAPTER EIGHT
OUT IN THE WILDS WITH UNCLE JOHN
As I have said before, I have always loved the ‘Uncle and Niece’ fantasy, and one guy that I corresponded with, following seeing his advert for a T.V. niece, really caught my imagination. He was fifty five and his name was also John and so he became my Uncle John in our correspondence. We wrote several letters to each other before meeting, partly to establish that we were both into the same kind of scenarios, but also because we both began to enjoy the process.
He loved to refer to me as his cock teasing little whore and as you will be aware, I have always love to be called filthy names, such as tart, slut, slag, cunt, e.t.c. In his letters he loved to describe how he would have his cute little niece dance sexily for him while dressed in my school uniform, and how he would love to feel me up while I was bent over his knee. He said that he had a good eight inches of cock for me and that the pictures that I had sent him were building up a lot of lust that would be released when we got together. He wrote that I deserved a good seeing to for being such a horney little prick tease and he would certainly see to it that I got one when met up.
When we talked on the phone he really got me going, and one day I let it slip that I had always wanted to get fucked ‘bare back’ but had never dare to, for obvious reasons. He said that he had not had sex for a few years and was looking for a regular partner for just that reason. We had corresponded with many letters and spoken at length on the phone, so I thought that I could trust him, and began to consider the wonderful fantasy of getting properly fucked and filled with hot spunk. As we talked on the phone, he said how he was going to gently turn me over, pull down my white school knickers, all the time telling me what a little schoolgirl slut I was. He described how he was going to rub his cock end around my cunt, greasing me up with my own juices and his oozing cock juices, mixing them together and smearing them around the entrance to my love hole. He was going to tease me until I was so horney that I would push my ass in the air, offering him the best view and access to my hot, gaping girlhood for him to use.
As part of the sexy fantasy talk, I asked him “What happens if you get your little niece Mandy in the family way, shouldn’t you use a condom or something?”
“Well, you are quite right to be worried about being put in the club, because when I have made full penetration my balls are slapping against your hot arse, it’s very likely that I will empty my full load into you. I’ll leave it up to you to bring a condom, or take the risk, but just be prepared that there might be and expectant little niece ready to pop in nine months time!”
Well, all this kind of talk really got me going, and on one sexy chat we were having, he announced that he would like me to come down to is brothers caravan in Kent for the day. I had always fantasised about being fucked in a field, out there with the trees with the wind blowing, in the sunshine, so I asked him to tell me more. He said he wanted it to be a surprise, so we agreed that our first meeting would definitely be one to remember.
I got up early on Sunday morning as I had to get ready and get to his place in East London in time for the drive down. I put on my schoolgirls uniform and black Mac to hide it and was out in the car and on the road by 10.00 am. I had also packed a pretty, short summer dress with petticoats in case I needed to change later on. When I arrived at his place he asked me to come in while he packed up a pic-nic, and told me to wait like a good girl.
We soon were on our way, and although I was excited I actually fell asleep for a while and before I knew it we were nearly at our destination. During the last few miles I started to flirt a bit with him, saying how handsome he was and how I didn’t like the other boys at school as they were so childish. He rewarded me by stroking my knee in between gear changes and telling me what a good looking young girl I had turned out to be.
I wasn’t quite sure what to expect, but we soon turned off the road and Uncle John stopped to get out and open a gate that lead to a track through some trees. We proceeded up the track, which eventually opened into a field with a stable, green house and quite large mobile home with a terrace area in front. It was nice and warm and so he put out some garden chairs and we had some wine to get things going. He asked me to unpack the pic-nic basket, rug and cushions from the car, and as I did so, I bent right over onto the car boot with straight legs so that he could see my stocking tops and knickers. He was now sitting in one of the chairs enjoying a glass of the wine and I was doing my best to get his motor running and produce a nice big hard on! I carried the hamper and other stuff over to the edge of the terrace and as I did so, I saw that he was bringing a portable C.D. player from inside. He started to play some sassy music, and as he did so I realised that this was my queue to put on a bit of a show for him.
I danced in a sexy but distracted way for a while and then he asked me to come over have drink. We chatted for a bit and then he asked me if I was too old to sit on his knee for a while. I said that would be very nice and as we chatted I slowly started to squirm my arse and soon that had the desired effect and I felt his hard tool inside his trousers. He stroked my leg and his hand started to wander up my skirt and he felt me up between the legs on round to my arse. I reached over to pick up my wine glass and slipped off his lap, and ‘accidentally’ spilt some wine on the front of his trousers.
“Oh dear, I am sorry,” I said and pulled out my hankie to blot the wine from his crotch region. Teasingly, I looked him in the eye and massaged the hankie around his fly area and felt his big growing tool inside.
“I’m so sorry Uncle John,” I said “let me get some of that off your trousers. I do hope it won’t stain them, perhaps you should change out of them and let me try to wash the worst of the stain out”
As I said this, I unzipped his fly and as he clearly had no underwear on his cock popped out and I jumped back in mock amazement.
“Oh! It’s so big “ I exclaimed in acted surprise.
“You sexy little teasing trollop” He said “I think you did that on purpose”
He pushed me to my knees and pulled my head towards his crotch, unable to control himself.
“You’ve been flirting with me all day, and now you will have to pay the price I’m afraid. Now come on, I’ll show you how. That’s it, take the end in your mouth and suck, that’s right, now move up and down and keep sucking. Oh God, you little tart, you’re a natural little slut aren’t you. And I thought you were a nice girl!”
I obediently did as he told me and soon I was giving him the blow job of his life. His cock was beautiful and big and I worshipped it with my mouth, looking up to Uncle John with pleading eyes and hoping that I was pleasing him. I carried on until I could tell he was getting near to a climax and then stopped to prolong our fun.
“Well, I can certainly see that you are growing up now Mandy. Perhaps you should go and change into something a bit more grown up and we can go and have that pic-nic”
I went inside and changed my black underwear for a white set and put on the pretty summer dress and tan stockings and white shoes. As I cam out he had collected the rug and pic-nic things and we set off across the field. Not far away was a sheltered area surrounded by trees and in the half sun, with dappled shade. He explained that it was very unlikely for anyone to come walking around here as the land was rented by his brother who owned the mobile home. He laid the large rug out and we had a few bites to eat, but I think our minds were on other things! We had another glass of wine, and he started to caress my stocking clad leg.
“Come here you gorgeous little tart,” he said, “Your Uncle John wants to make a woman of you now. That’s right….Turn over and let’s see that arse of yours.”
He arranged the large comfy cushions on the rug, and had me bend over them with my upturned butt in the air. He slowly pulled up my ruffled skirts and pulled down my knickers and licked one finger to insert into my love hole.
“That’s right Mandy, be a good girl and make Uncle John happy. I think you’re big enough to get laid now, and who better to do it than me!” he said.
“Now pull your cheeks apart for me. I’m going to tease you for a bit before you put a condom on me. I know you’ve brought one with you because you planned this all along didn’t you, you little tart” he said. “Now you can feel my cock end being rubbed up and down your slit, can’t you Mandy. How do you like that? Now I’m just going to part your tight little twat to give you a taste of what it’s like to get fucked, don’t worry, I’m not going to push it right in, just a little so you can get good and horney…..How do you like it?”
I gasped with pleasure and he carried on teasing me, rubbing his cock up and down the cleft of my arse and every now and then, parting my burning ring with his swollen glans. My legs were together and he sat astride my arse with knees on the ground either side of my hips. I strained my arse up in the air and was so turned on by his dirty talk and teasing that I was soon begging him to fuck me.
“Oh Uncle John, please fuck me like a grown up girl. Don’t bother with a condom, I just can’t wait. I want to feel you skin to skin, I want you come inside me. I’m your good little niece!”
With that, he let his full weight bear down on me and he slipped into me up to the hilt. I let out a huge gasp as his big cock filled me up to the brim and I realised that I must have been fully relaxed and open for him because of all the teasing build up. He rode me and bucked into me, holding two handfuls of my arse cheeks to keep his balance. His big naked cock felt divine up my hole.
“You sexy little princess,” he said “I’m going to shoot my load in a minute, perhaps I had better pull out. We don’t want to get you in the family way, now do we!”
“I don’t care, I don’t care Uncle John, just keep going and shoot it up me. I want to feel your seed spraying into me.” I screamed
With that, he lunged and his first load of jism exploded inside me and he humped and humped me until his orgasm died away. What a feeling! The first time I had been properly filled with spunk and all brought on by the fantastic fantasy scenario that we had woven. We lay there both spent for a while, with his dick slowly softening inside me and finally realised that we had to call it a day, or I would not get home until very late. All the way home the spunk oozed out of me and drenched my nickers and the car seat, and I re-lived the afternoon events in my mind.
We kept in contact and met several times after that, but we never quite reached the peaks of excitement that we did that first time around. That, I suppose is the story of my life! I'm always looking out for the next thrill and once I've achieved it, I'm off thinking up the next, more extreme scenario. Where will it all end, I keep asking myself! Well, I'm afraid that I am going to have to leave that until the next volume of my memoirs…… Until then…… Have fun!
Love
Mandy
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