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The next Friday, Serge and I take bus into the city again. He was very anxious to be there and to get pretty again. I am just anxious.
Friday night is much like the previous Friday night. We move furniture, and build set, and then smoke cigarettes and drink vodka. Saturday is again the same: We are showered, and painted into pretty ladies. We take turns posing for camera in bras and panties and slips and stockings and high heels. We are both getting better at walking in heels. (If you search "Russian Shemales" in photo gallery of XHamster, you may see some of our photographs.)
But, the day ends sooner than we expect. Mr. Aronoff tells us he and photographer Ken have important business meeting, but we will still be paid as much as last time. I have happy with the news.
Ana and Tanya have already left, and Mr. Aronoff tells us he will pick us up in the morning for trip to bus stop, and to pay us. Serge sashays into our bedroom, laughing, in good spirits, but once door is closed behind us, he turns sullen.
"I am so fuckin' horny," he says, explaining that all day long, he has had erection for camera and now has blue balls. I cannot blame the horndog, as my balls are feeling tight too.
Serge stands before me, and makes proposition. He will help me, if I help him. He does not give details of help, but I understand. We stare into each others eyes for a while. Serge does present as a very beautiful girl, and if I did not know he was my friend, I would beat off to his pictures.
Without getting response from me, Serge gently reaches forward, into my silken tap pants, and touches my shaven rod. And it feels so good. He does not know, but I am a virgin, and this is the first time I have been touched there.
With his free hand, he guides my hand into his panties, and my red-fingernailed fingers wrap around his member. The feel of it in my palm makes me gasp a little. It is not an unfamiliar feeling, but is still different: it is hard, and yet soft. Cool, yet hot. We stand before each other, slowly stroking and rubbing one another, staring into each other's eyes.
I am feeling as though I want to kiss this beautiful woman who is actually my best comrade, when he takes a step backward, and without releasing my penis, sits down on the bed.
Serge is now at eye level with my crotch, and he is staring at my dick as he caresses it. I see him lick his lips before he looks up at me. Without words, I know he is asking for permission. I have never had blow job before, and I am scared. But I also know that if he does not going to put it in his mouth, I am about to explode anyway.
I nod at him, throwing away all fear and doubt, and he leans in and kisses the tip. "It is beautiful," I hear him whisper. Then he opens his red lips and...
There is a noise out in the warehouse, a loud bang. Someone is here. Someone has opened a door. Serge sits back, and I sit back on my bed, and tuck my quickly shrinking cock away. We are both staring at the door to the bedroom, looking scared, when it flies open.
It is Ana.
She stares at us for minute, as we must look like cat who has been stalking canary, before a sly smile crosses her face. She must know what we were up to.
"Come, girls! Mr. Aronoff wants you to join him tonight. We must get you ready for people to meet you!"
She has garment bag with dresses for us. But first, we must get into corsets. Serge and I both groan as we do not like wearing them. Ana pulls them extra tight. She appears to be enjoying this. "Ladies, we must watch our figures, and cut down on the vodka and snacks!"
She gives us each a pair of spandex underwear, less revealing than anything we have worn for the photographic shoot, and she instructs us to push our penises back between our legs before pulling them up. "The Tuck" she calls it. "Can't have you flapping in the breeze!" she laughs.
Our dresses match. They are spaghetti strap, bare shoulder, shiny silver dresses with not much room for breast. Which is fine, as we do not have breast. The hems are very short, so The Tuck will be important in keeping us from "flapping in the breeze". Ana teases our hairdos out, and touches up the makeup, then puts on clip on earrings for us, and gives us each a little locket necklace. Our shoes are black with ankle buckles, and four inch heels that are difficult to walk in. We each get a spritz of perfume.
We are as twins, only Serge has blonde hair and I have brown.
"You are no longer Serge, if anyone asks," says Ana. "But don't talk to anyone. You are now... Svetlana."
She turns to me. "And you are now... Alexi. And now we must go, young lovers, or will be late to the ball!"
Outside, Mr. Aronoff's car is waiting, but he is not in it. He has a driver now, who speeds us through the city with a blue light flashing. It is all rather exciting, being in flashy fancy car, but it is also uncomfortable sitting in the back in corsets. Serge, now, Svetlana is grinning with excitement. It is hard not to be excited as he is. The horndog is also a happy puppy!
We are driven to a nightclub, with velvet rope and guards outside! Inside it is hot and loud and crowded, but Ana leads us to a glass-enclosed room where it is quieter, but we can still see everything. There is so much to see, to take in, but in this VIP room, there are four men: Mr. Aronoff and three strangers, all sitting in big comfortable chairs. Ana motions us to the center of the room, and directs us to turn in a circle so the men can see us. I am nervous now, feeling like a piece of beef hanging in butcher window. The men nod approvingly, and I wonder what will be happening to us now.
Ana directs us to sit on the empty couch, and disappears. The four men ignore us, and talk amongst themselves. They are speaking different languages and I do not know what they are saying. I recognize some German, and guess another man speaks English, and assume the third man is speaking Japanese as he is Asian. Mr. Aronoff speaks all the languages.
Serge, or Svetlana nudges me and indicates outside the glass, where he has been looking. There are all sorts of people out there: big burly men with no shirts, shaved chests and leather pants. There are punk rock girls who look like singing group Pussy Riot. There are tall men dressed as women, but not looking as much like women as we do.
They are talking and laughing and drinking and smoking and dancing, and not looking at us at all. Then I realize the windows must be darkened so they cannot see us.
The men are talking business, I believe, but stop when Ana returns with a drink for Svetlana and myself. Svetlana drinks hers quickly, and Ana motions for me to do the same, and when it is finished, tells us to go to the dance floor and have fun, but to stay out of trouble.
Svetlana jumps up, clearly excited to be doing something other than sitting. She takes my hand and guides me through the throng of people to the dance floor. The music is too loud to talk over, but it is clear, she is in her element. She pulls me close and staring into my eyes, starts grinding on me. We were interrupted and all of the noise and excitement has done nothing to alleviate her horniness.
I am shy and embarrassed until I realize no-one is watching us. Everyone else is dancing and too into themselves. There are men dancing with men, women dancing with women. People dancing in groups to the thundering beat. We are in one of the city's few underground gay nightclubs, and everyone seems to be happy to be here.
I start to forget myself, and dance against Svetlana. Her soft hands are all over my body, touching the skin of my arms and shoulders, and wrapping around my waist to grab my buttocks.
Then her hand goes to my stomach, and slowly works down to between my legs. She is rubbing my Tuck! And it feels good. Because the underwear is so tight, I cannot get an erection, and I hope she does not take it personally, as I do want her to finish what we started. I think I may even try it on her sometime! With that thought, I move my hand to her Tuck, and rub. But, before I can rub much, suddenly, there is someone between us!
He is a big burly man with no shirt, and he is dancing against Svetlana. And after a moment of confusion, she is suddenly dancing with him, having forgotten about me! But, I need not wait long, because a pair of strong hands rest on my waist, and spin me around. It is another big burly man with a shaved chest and leather pants. And suddenly we are dancing! And he is grinding on me, and I realize I can feel his cock thrust against me. And it is exciting, and the music is loud and the lights are flashing, and I am feeling dizzy.
I put my arms around his neck to steady myself as I worry about falling in these shoes. The man smiles at me, and grabs my ass. And I am liking it. I thrust my hips against him and grind on him.
But then, there is Ana, and she is not looking pleased. She already has Svetland by the wrist, and she grabs my arm. "What did I tell you about not getting into trouble?" She glares at the men, and leads us back to the VIP room.
The three men are gone, but Mr. Aronoff remains. He stands and tells us the business men are all very pleased, and want more. More photographs, and "...more", he says but does not elaborate. He thanks us for the evening and promises to talk in the morning.
Ana leads us outside to the car, where the driver is waiting. She gets in the front, saying little, while Svetlana and I sit closely in the back, wondering what we have done to anger her. Svetlana squeezes my hand, and I look at her and realize her lipstick is smudged. I will ask her if she kissed the man when we are back in the bedroom.
But she seems tired and miles away when we are back at our temporary home, and locked in for the night. She says nothing and I say nothing, and undress to shower. The party spirit of the evening has gone, and I am nothing but exhausted. I want nothing but to sleep now. Let Serge play with himself while I shower, I think.
But I have just stepped into the water, naked, when the shower curtain opens, and there stands Serge, also naked. He gives me one of his mischievious smiles and steps in to embrace me. Then, before I can react, his lips are on mine. His tongue is on mine. His arms are around me, and I can feel his erection against my penis, which is coming to life quickly.
Our hair is ruined by the water, and our makeup is still on, except for the lipstick smeared over each other's faces. And we forget the shower, and rush to his bed. We wrestle to see who will go down on who first, and I am surprised that I am doing this, that I cannot wait to take his cock in my mouth! But I do want it! And I want it more than my cock in his mouth.
But he feels the same, and we finally, naked and wet discover that position where we both get what we want.
And yet, we don't.
His mouth on my dick is feeling so good, it is hard to concentrate on making love to his dick with my mouth! But we have all the time in the world, and I find it content to take a lick, and then wait for him to do the same. I suck his head, and he sucks mine. It is like a game! The best game ever!
But then, he changes the rule, and touches my ballsack first. I lose all control and shoot my cum, unable to warn him, because he dick is deep in my mouth. And a warmth and neutrality spreads through my body as my energy passes out of my cock into him. And I am brought back to earth by something warm and salty in my mouth! He too has cum, and I am finding I like the taste, and the feeling that I made that happen.
We lay there for the longest time, basking in the feeling of lust satisfied, gently licking and sucking each other's flaccid members. Then he moves around and lies on top of me, kissing me. And I kiss back, and we are eaching kissing the person who sucked our cocks, and it is wonderful!
Friday night is much like the previous Friday night. We move furniture, and build set, and then smoke cigarettes and drink vodka. Saturday is again the same: We are showered, and painted into pretty ladies. We take turns posing for camera in bras and panties and slips and stockings and high heels. We are both getting better at walking in heels. (If you search "Russian Shemales" in photo gallery of XHamster, you may see some of our photographs.)
But, the day ends sooner than we expect. Mr. Aronoff tells us he and photographer Ken have important business meeting, but we will still be paid as much as last time. I have happy with the news.
Ana and Tanya have already left, and Mr. Aronoff tells us he will pick us up in the morning for trip to bus stop, and to pay us. Serge sashays into our bedroom, laughing, in good spirits, but once door is closed behind us, he turns sullen.
"I am so fuckin' horny," he says, explaining that all day long, he has had erection for camera and now has blue balls. I cannot blame the horndog, as my balls are feeling tight too.
Serge stands before me, and makes proposition. He will help me, if I help him. He does not give details of help, but I understand. We stare into each others eyes for a while. Serge does present as a very beautiful girl, and if I did not know he was my friend, I would beat off to his pictures.
Without getting response from me, Serge gently reaches forward, into my silken tap pants, and touches my shaven rod. And it feels so good. He does not know, but I am a virgin, and this is the first time I have been touched there.
With his free hand, he guides my hand into his panties, and my red-fingernailed fingers wrap around his member. The feel of it in my palm makes me gasp a little. It is not an unfamiliar feeling, but is still different: it is hard, and yet soft. Cool, yet hot. We stand before each other, slowly stroking and rubbing one another, staring into each other's eyes.
I am feeling as though I want to kiss this beautiful woman who is actually my best comrade, when he takes a step backward, and without releasing my penis, sits down on the bed.
Serge is now at eye level with my crotch, and he is staring at my dick as he caresses it. I see him lick his lips before he looks up at me. Without words, I know he is asking for permission. I have never had blow job before, and I am scared. But I also know that if he does not going to put it in his mouth, I am about to explode anyway.
I nod at him, throwing away all fear and doubt, and he leans in and kisses the tip. "It is beautiful," I hear him whisper. Then he opens his red lips and...
There is a noise out in the warehouse, a loud bang. Someone is here. Someone has opened a door. Serge sits back, and I sit back on my bed, and tuck my quickly shrinking cock away. We are both staring at the door to the bedroom, looking scared, when it flies open.
It is Ana.
She stares at us for minute, as we must look like cat who has been stalking canary, before a sly smile crosses her face. She must know what we were up to.
"Come, girls! Mr. Aronoff wants you to join him tonight. We must get you ready for people to meet you!"
She has garment bag with dresses for us. But first, we must get into corsets. Serge and I both groan as we do not like wearing them. Ana pulls them extra tight. She appears to be enjoying this. "Ladies, we must watch our figures, and cut down on the vodka and snacks!"
She gives us each a pair of spandex underwear, less revealing than anything we have worn for the photographic shoot, and she instructs us to push our penises back between our legs before pulling them up. "The Tuck" she calls it. "Can't have you flapping in the breeze!" she laughs.
Our dresses match. They are spaghetti strap, bare shoulder, shiny silver dresses with not much room for breast. Which is fine, as we do not have breast. The hems are very short, so The Tuck will be important in keeping us from "flapping in the breeze". Ana teases our hairdos out, and touches up the makeup, then puts on clip on earrings for us, and gives us each a little locket necklace. Our shoes are black with ankle buckles, and four inch heels that are difficult to walk in. We each get a spritz of perfume.
We are as twins, only Serge has blonde hair and I have brown.
"You are no longer Serge, if anyone asks," says Ana. "But don't talk to anyone. You are now... Svetlana."
She turns to me. "And you are now... Alexi. And now we must go, young lovers, or will be late to the ball!"
Outside, Mr. Aronoff's car is waiting, but he is not in it. He has a driver now, who speeds us through the city with a blue light flashing. It is all rather exciting, being in flashy fancy car, but it is also uncomfortable sitting in the back in corsets. Serge, now, Svetlana is grinning with excitement. It is hard not to be excited as he is. The horndog is also a happy puppy!
We are driven to a nightclub, with velvet rope and guards outside! Inside it is hot and loud and crowded, but Ana leads us to a glass-enclosed room where it is quieter, but we can still see everything. There is so much to see, to take in, but in this VIP room, there are four men: Mr. Aronoff and three strangers, all sitting in big comfortable chairs. Ana motions us to the center of the room, and directs us to turn in a circle so the men can see us. I am nervous now, feeling like a piece of beef hanging in butcher window. The men nod approvingly, and I wonder what will be happening to us now.
Ana directs us to sit on the empty couch, and disappears. The four men ignore us, and talk amongst themselves. They are speaking different languages and I do not know what they are saying. I recognize some German, and guess another man speaks English, and assume the third man is speaking Japanese as he is Asian. Mr. Aronoff speaks all the languages.
Serge, or Svetlana nudges me and indicates outside the glass, where he has been looking. There are all sorts of people out there: big burly men with no shirts, shaved chests and leather pants. There are punk rock girls who look like singing group Pussy Riot. There are tall men dressed as women, but not looking as much like women as we do.
They are talking and laughing and drinking and smoking and dancing, and not looking at us at all. Then I realize the windows must be darkened so they cannot see us.
The men are talking business, I believe, but stop when Ana returns with a drink for Svetlana and myself. Svetlana drinks hers quickly, and Ana motions for me to do the same, and when it is finished, tells us to go to the dance floor and have fun, but to stay out of trouble.
Svetlana jumps up, clearly excited to be doing something other than sitting. She takes my hand and guides me through the throng of people to the dance floor. The music is too loud to talk over, but it is clear, she is in her element. She pulls me close and staring into my eyes, starts grinding on me. We were interrupted and all of the noise and excitement has done nothing to alleviate her horniness.
I am shy and embarrassed until I realize no-one is watching us. Everyone else is dancing and too into themselves. There are men dancing with men, women dancing with women. People dancing in groups to the thundering beat. We are in one of the city's few underground gay nightclubs, and everyone seems to be happy to be here.
I start to forget myself, and dance against Svetlana. Her soft hands are all over my body, touching the skin of my arms and shoulders, and wrapping around my waist to grab my buttocks.
Then her hand goes to my stomach, and slowly works down to between my legs. She is rubbing my Tuck! And it feels good. Because the underwear is so tight, I cannot get an erection, and I hope she does not take it personally, as I do want her to finish what we started. I think I may even try it on her sometime! With that thought, I move my hand to her Tuck, and rub. But, before I can rub much, suddenly, there is someone between us!
He is a big burly man with no shirt, and he is dancing against Svetlana. And after a moment of confusion, she is suddenly dancing with him, having forgotten about me! But, I need not wait long, because a pair of strong hands rest on my waist, and spin me around. It is another big burly man with a shaved chest and leather pants. And suddenly we are dancing! And he is grinding on me, and I realize I can feel his cock thrust against me. And it is exciting, and the music is loud and the lights are flashing, and I am feeling dizzy.
I put my arms around his neck to steady myself as I worry about falling in these shoes. The man smiles at me, and grabs my ass. And I am liking it. I thrust my hips against him and grind on him.
But then, there is Ana, and she is not looking pleased. She already has Svetland by the wrist, and she grabs my arm. "What did I tell you about not getting into trouble?" She glares at the men, and leads us back to the VIP room.
The three men are gone, but Mr. Aronoff remains. He stands and tells us the business men are all very pleased, and want more. More photographs, and "...more", he says but does not elaborate. He thanks us for the evening and promises to talk in the morning.
Ana leads us outside to the car, where the driver is waiting. She gets in the front, saying little, while Svetlana and I sit closely in the back, wondering what we have done to anger her. Svetlana squeezes my hand, and I look at her and realize her lipstick is smudged. I will ask her if she kissed the man when we are back in the bedroom.
But she seems tired and miles away when we are back at our temporary home, and locked in for the night. She says nothing and I say nothing, and undress to shower. The party spirit of the evening has gone, and I am nothing but exhausted. I want nothing but to sleep now. Let Serge play with himself while I shower, I think.
But I have just stepped into the water, naked, when the shower curtain opens, and there stands Serge, also naked. He gives me one of his mischievious smiles and steps in to embrace me. Then, before I can react, his lips are on mine. His tongue is on mine. His arms are around me, and I can feel his erection against my penis, which is coming to life quickly.
Our hair is ruined by the water, and our makeup is still on, except for the lipstick smeared over each other's faces. And we forget the shower, and rush to his bed. We wrestle to see who will go down on who first, and I am surprised that I am doing this, that I cannot wait to take his cock in my mouth! But I do want it! And I want it more than my cock in his mouth.
But he feels the same, and we finally, naked and wet discover that position where we both get what we want.
And yet, we don't.
His mouth on my dick is feeling so good, it is hard to concentrate on making love to his dick with my mouth! But we have all the time in the world, and I find it content to take a lick, and then wait for him to do the same. I suck his head, and he sucks mine. It is like a game! The best game ever!
But then, he changes the rule, and touches my ballsack first. I lose all control and shoot my cum, unable to warn him, because he dick is deep in my mouth. And a warmth and neutrality spreads through my body as my energy passes out of my cock into him. And I am brought back to earth by something warm and salty in my mouth! He too has cum, and I am finding I like the taste, and the feeling that I made that happen.
We lay there for the longest time, basking in the feeling of lust satisfied, gently licking and sucking each other's flaccid members. Then he moves around and lies on top of me, kissing me. And I kiss back, and we are eaching kissing the person who sucked our cocks, and it is wonderful!
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