The Knight and the Acolyte Book 8 Chapter 9 The Knight s Passion
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Late-Night Laundry
By Emshonique
It was almost midnight when I left the office, finally
satisfied that the place wouldn?t implode when I left on my
long-overdue vacation in the morning. I was just starting
to enjoy the prospect of a week away from work, when I
realized that I had no clean clothing to pack for my 6a.m.
flight. So I hurried home, grabbed a bundle of clothes from
my hamper and headed off to the laundry room. I dumped my
clothing into a washer, dropped in a few quarters and then
went back to hit the showers.
The hot water felt terrific, easing away the cares of my
office. I became so relaxed that my long-neglected cock
woke up. It had been some time since he?d seen any action,
and he was definitely looking forward to the vacation as
much as I was. I decided to give him a bit of a preview, so
I gathered some soapsuds and began to idly stroke myself.
It was heaven, right up until the point when my hot water
suddenly gave out. The shock of cold hit me just as I was
approaching orgasm, and alas, I found it difficult to get
back into the mood after so rude of an interruption. So I
dried myself and went to check on my washing.
As I entered the laundry room, I was surprised to find a
young woman folding her clothes, and even more surprised
when she turned around and turned out to be a man. I was
somewhat embarrassed, as I?d been looking at her ass as she
was bent over and removing her clothing, I mean his
clothing from the dryer. For some reason he seemed anxious
as well, and unceremoniously shoved his clothing into a
hamper and scampered off.
All the weirdoes come out at night.
Removing my washing, I noticed that there was still ten
minutes left of the dryer that the guy had been using. I
thought waste not, want not, and transferred my stuff into
the dryer. Which is when I noticed that the guy had left a
pair of pink silk panties behind.
He still had a load drying in the next machine, and I
couldn?t help but take a peek. Sure enough, the dryer was
filled all sorts of female clothing?panties and skirts and
tops and lingerie in a little mesh bag. Suddenly I wasn?t
tired any longer.
Placing the panties carefully on top of the machine, I
picked up one of those Jehovah Witness magazines and sat
down to read. I read the magazine, but my mind was
preoccupied with decidedly ungodly images of me and the
little crossdresser that I?d stumbled upon. I?ve always had
a thing for TVs. I tried to recall his face, but I couldn?t
get past the image of me slamming my cock into her
backside. It was all too much, and I began to stroke myself
through my jeans, all the while reading about God?s plan
for saving humanity or something.
I heard a noise just outside the window, and realized that
my little friend was spying on me, probably waiting for me
to leave so that he could retrieve his sissy clothes. But I
had other plans. So I waited until my clothes were dried
and folded, and then I folded his bundle and put it in my
basket. I left a note saying that I was afraid somebody
would steal his stuff, so I took everything to my
apartment.
"Feel free to stop by at any hour," I wrote, "as I?ll be up
all night packing for my trip to Mexico in the morning."
No sooner did I get back inside my apartment than I had
dropped my pants and was sliding the silk panties up and
down my painfully throbbing cock. It didn?t take long
before those nice clean panties needed another trip through
the washer.
By two a.m. I?d finished packing, and was just about to lie
down for a quick nap, when I heard a light tapping at my
door. I practically leapt to the door.
He was a young kid, early twenties and shivering as if it
were below zero outside. He stammered something about his
girlfriend?s stuff and I invited him in. He went directly
to the couch where all the clothing lay, making up excuses
about his girlfriend being sick and whatnot. I just smiled,
but when he bent to pick up the bundle, I noticed
pantylines underneath his sweat pants. This was my opening,
so I asked him in my strongest voice if his girlfriend knew
that he was wearing her panties?
There was a long moment when he pondered what to say next.
I could see that he contemplated running away, but I was
blocking the door and outweighed him by a good fifty
pounds.
Finally, he just dropped his head and whispered, "They?re
my panties."
I said, "I know." and told him to sit down while I got us
both a glass of wine.
I told him not to worry, but also said that we had a lot to
talk about. For the next half-hour I found out that his
name was Jerry, but Janine whenever he dressed up,
something that he did almost every day. He?d been
crossdressing for the past six years, but had never had the
nerve to go out in public. He?d never been with a man
before, and only been with two women in his life.
All this personal stuff poured out of him, and I was
shocked at how easily he told me all of his deepest
fantasies. He seemed almost relieved to have been caught,
but petrified about what I would do now that I knew all his
secrets. So I told him that I would keep his secret safe,
but also that I would push him to become the woman he
dreamed of becoming. I could see by the tiny bulge in his
pants that this was what he was hoping to hear. At three
a.m. we went to his apartment, and I waited in his living
room while he turned himself into Janine in the bathroom.
As I sat there, I noticed that his apartment was spotless,
and began to wonder if he might make a good French maid at
my place. I still wasn?t sure about how he would look all
dressed up, but my doubts fled when Janine suddenly stepped
out of the bathroom.
Gulp. She was amazing.
Janine was pure sex in high heels, with a slim figure
enhanced by a corset, an amazingly realistic pair of glue
on breasts and a mane of wild red hair that left me
speechless. Her makeup was perfect, her walk and mannerisms
were flawless. The only thing that gave her away was the
unsightly bulge in her mini skirt.
When my eyes noticed her bulge, Janine whispered, "You
already know my secret, so there was no need to hide it."
I reached out and gave "it" a soft rub, and Janine moaned
at my caress. So I pulled her into my arms and gave her a
deep kiss. She yielded to my advance like a Hollywood
starlet in a 1950s romance. But then she dropped to her
knees and proceeded to do something that just wasn?t done
in the 1950s. She fished my cock out of my pants and
proceeded to plant little red kisses all along the shaft.
Soon there was more lipstick on my cock than on her lips.
She put a lot of effort into her ministrations, but just
wasn?t getting anywhere, so I took charge of the affair. I
began by telling her to lick my shaft. She quickly
complied, and followed my every instruction after that. It
wasn?t long before I had her swallowing my entire length,
with her cheeks sucked in tight and her tongue undulating
against my cockhead. She started to gag, but I was too
close to stop, so I pulled out and stroked myself until I
shot my load across her disheveled face. She was a mess,
but she looked so sexy, and when she started to lick up the
cum dripping down her face, I was hard again within
seconds.
She apologized for her inexperience, but I told her that
practice makes perfect, and stopped her excuses by shoving
my cock back into her mouth. This time we took it slow, and
Janine licked and sucked me for fifteen delicious minutes
until I felt a third orgasm rising up from my depths. This
time I made her swallow my load.
I was just about to thank her for the blowjob when Janine
surprised me and thanked me for forcing her to suck my
cock. She?d been fantasizing about becoming a cocksucking
whore for so long, but had never had the nerve to actually
go through with it.
Which got me thinking. I told her to fix her makeup and
rejoin me in the living room in five minutes. Without
saying a word, Janine got up and went into the bathroom.
Five minutes later she returned, and when I told her to
kneel at my feet, she quickly dropped down to her knees.
"Do you really want me to force you into becoming a
cocksucking whore?" I asked.
Without a moment?s pause she answered, "Yes."
I told her to get up and led her to my car.
I keep a tool kit in my trunk, and I pulled out a roll of
duct tape and proceeded to tie Janine up right there in the
parking lot. It was four a.m. and I didn?t care who saw me.
Janine was hog-tied and dumped into my trunk, and left
there to suffer while I hit every pothole on the way to the
all-night adult bookstore.
Inside I found three guys, and two of them were perusing
the S&M section. I walked up to them, freaking them out in
the process as they thought it was a gay pickup, but I
calmed their fears when I explained that I had a little
sissy slave that needed training in order to become the
cocksucking whore of her dreams. That peaked their
interest, but they were still cautious. The younger guy
looked at me suspiciously; wondering if I was a cop.
Finally he asked, "How much?" and I told him it was free.
Dubious, he asked what she looked like. I told him to come
see, as she was tied up in my trunk, waiting for his cock.
They were still cautious, but intrigued, so they followed
me out of the store. I opened my trunk and introduced them
to Janine. Once they saw how good looking she was, they
both started to get really interested. I made Janine tell
them that she was a cocksucking whore, and then I made her
give them her home address.
We left the adult bookstore with two guys following us. By
the time we made it back to Janine?s apartment, there were
four guys as they had called two friends in transit. Janine
was shaking like a leaf as I carried her inside, still
bound up tightly and thrown over my shoulder like a sack of
potatoes. I dumped her on the couch and invited the four
guys inside. By the time I untied Janine, two of the guys
had stripped. They looked ready to rape her, but I stopped
and explained that Janine was just learning, so they had to
take it slow.
My words of caution went for naught, because the second
Janine was free from her bonds, she descended upon the two
stiff pricks like a vampire in heat. She was sucking both
cocks like a seasoned pro, first one, then the other, then
both until it looked like her mouth might be torn in two.
By this time the other two guys were naked, and one had
moved in behind Janine with his cock aimed directly at her
ass. I intervened, and told him that tonight was oral only,
but just then Janine relinquished her mouth full of cock
long enough to moan out load and clear;
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
She probably would have kept yelling that all night long,
but she was quickly plugged up simultaneously from both
ends. She had two cocks in her mouth, one in her ass and
one still waiting in the wings.
It was soon thereafter when Janine swallowed three loads of
cum (two fore and one aft) and then turned hungrily toward
the two of us that had been watching the action from the
sidelines. I dropped my pants for the fourth time in one
night and found enough strength to push myself into
Janine?s already stretched-open ass-cunt.
It was red-hot, sticky with cum and the most erotic thing
that I had ever felt. I came within seconds. As I pulled
out, Janine turned and blew me a little kiss, and then went
back to her blowjob.
Those four guys were insatiable, as was Janine, and they
fucked her repeatedly until the sun started to rise above
the horizon. And then it was over. Janine stank of sweat
and cum, and fell asleep with a mixture of bliss and
exhaustion splashed across her face. I let the four guys
out (and got their phone numbers so that we could repeat
our little orgy) and then took Janine to the bathroom where
I stripped him and washed away all the cum, sweat and
makeup.
I put her to bed and kissed her on the forehead, and left a
note with my hotel number in Cancun. I locked the door and
headed off to the airport. A slept though the entire
flight, and had the most erotic dream of my life. When I
checked in to the Hotel Azteca there was a message waiting
for me. Janine called to say thank you for everything, and
said that she couldn?t wait to see me again and thank me in
person.
I couldn?t wait a week to see her again, so I pulled out my
Visa card and booked a flight on the next plane available.
Then I called Janine and told her to get her pretty ass to
the airport, as her flight was leaving in just a few hours.
I told her not to pack anything other than her makeup and
passport, and told her to wear her sexiest dress for the
trip.
When I arrived at the aeropuerto to pick her up, I thought
that she had balked at my offer to come to Mexico.
Dejected, I was about to leave when I saw Janine sneaking
out of the pilot?s lounge, followed by a very content
looking pilot. What a sissy whore she had become!
I greeted her with a passionate kiss, and we spent that
whole week in Mexico as if we were newlyweds. She?d
sunbathe on the playa by day, get fucked silly by me and
the men I?d meet in town at night.
Sometimes we didn?t wait until nightfall.
By the end of the week Janine had turned into the world
class cocksucker that she?d always dreamed about becoming
and I had all but fallen in love with my little sissy
whore.
It was a sad day when we had to pack up our stuff on Sunday
morning, but I told Janine that we had many other
adventures waiting for us when we got back to the States.
She tried to be a good sport about it, but I could see that
she would miss her week in Mexico, so I promised her while
she sucked my cock in the hotel room one last time that I
would get her a souvenir or two before we left for home.
Souvenir number one. We stopped by a tattoo shop where I
had the tattoo artist ink "Sissy Whore Janine" along the
shaft of her penis. I looked painful, but Janine couldn?t
do anything about it as I had already bribed the tattoo guy
to tie her up before beginning the needlework.
She got a few more souvenirs while at the tattoo shop, as I
had her penis and nipple pierced on a whim. I also gave her
two more ear piercings for good measure.
We left the shop and were headed for the airport when I
noticed a farmacia. I told the taxi driver to stop, and
left Janine alone in the cab while I ran in for her last
souvenir.
Well, technically, she didn?t get that last souvenir until
a few months later back in the United States. But the
hormone supplements that I bought eventually gave Janine an
amazing set of real breasts.
***
One year later, to celebrate the anniversary of our chance
late-night laundry meeting, I once again took Janine down
to Mexico. We fucked and sucked our way through a week on
the beach, and then I took her to a clinic where Janine
underwent an operation that made it impossible for her to
ever return to being Jerry.
Three months later, after she had healed, we were married
in a big church up in Texas.
We didn?t go anywhere special for our honeymoon. Instead we
rented out a cheap motel and invited all the friends we?d
met during the past year to come and personally pay their
respects to the bride.
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