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Lady in the House Part VII
By Michele Nylons
From Part VI
"You look gorgeous Michele," Carmel whispers through the bars.
I wondered if she had read my mind when I was standing in front of the
mirror admiring myself.
"Well, I have to say you girls are looking something special. Special
fetish requests from the punters?" I enquired.
"Well no Michele; there are no more punters tonight; we're closed for
business." Carmel responded lighting yet another menthol cigarette and
blowing a cloud of blue smoke towards me.
"Thank fuck for that," I breathed with a sigh of relief.
"Now I can get out of these stupid fucking women's clothes and get back
to my own cell!" I said, relived that the evening had come to an end.
Carmel and Charlotte stepped into my workroom cell, silently closed the
door, and leaned back menacingly against the bars,
"Oh no Michele, you don't understand! We've finished with punters
tonight, but WE haven't finished with you!!!"
Part VII
'Oh no!' I think to myself, 'all the degradation I have had to put with
over the last seemingly endless hours, and now, just when I think it's
over, these two have come for their pound of flesh!'
I look at the two transvestite hookers who have ominously just stepped
into my cell, one is a seductive 'Vampira', the other a sexy slut punk,
the shock and bewilderment is obvious on my face and for umpteenth time
tonight I started to cry.
"Ok girls; please just get it over with as quickly as possible, and
please don't hurt me, I'll do whatever you want but I don't want to get
hurt any more," I implore, hoping they will take what they want quickly
and then let me go.
"Oh Michele sweetheart," Carmel sighs moving towards me with her arms
open, "you poor, silly sweet thing; we aren't here to hurt you; we're
here to comfort you after your first night at work. Look!" she says,
pointing at Charlotte.
Charlotte is smiling and holding up a bottle of whisky, which she been
concealing behind her back.
"Come on hun, let's sit down and have a drink," she smiles and leads me
to the bed removing her black satin opera gloves and dropping them to
the floor.
I sit down with relief and cross my legs. The swish of my nyloned
thighs rubbing together sends a little jolt of pleasure through my body.
Carmel sits beside me and offers me one of her menthol's whilst
Charlotte pours large measures of whisky into three tumblers she has
found somewhere in one of the cupboards in my workroom.
I extend my trembling fingers, my fingernails glint a dull red in the
subdued light, I take the proffered menthol and bring it to my lips.
Carmel extends her bright red fingernailed hand and flicks the Bic
lighter into life; I drag back on the cool menthol cigarette and blow
out a plume of smoke towards the ceiling. I look down and am surprised
to see the filter of my cigarette is ringed with lipstick. I laugh to
myself at the red, lippy stained cigarette butt and flick a lock of hair
out of my eyes.
Crossed legs, lipsticked cigarette butts, flicking my hair! I have
adopted all these female mannerisms in such a small time; 'It's as if I
was born to this!' I think to myself.
'No!!! Never!!! I won't give in to this sick life!' I force myself to
say in my mind, 'I'm a man, a man, a MAN!!!!!
I bring my head up and my face is level with Charlotte's chubby knees.
Her ripped black fishnet stockings are indeed being worn over shiny
taupe tights as I suspected. My eyes move up her thick but shapely
legs, past the tiny tight Lycra mini stretched taught on her thighs,
past her slashed T-shirt with the words "Fuck Slut" printed on it in
silver sequins. She is proffering me a tumbler of whisky, and, as I
reach out to take it I look up into her plump pretty face and whisper,
"Thank you."
"Your welcome honey," she smiles back, her heavily made up face and punk
bottle-blonde, pink and blue streaked wig make her look sexy in a
'street whore' kind of way. Her heavily eye-shadowed and mascaraed eyes
gleam in the darkened cell.
Charlotte pulls up a chair and sits directly in front of me offering a
drink to Carmel and accepting a lighted cigarette in return. I take a
pull on the tumbler and the fiery liquid burns my throat as I swallow
it; I take another hard pull on the menthol and erupt into coughing fit.
The coughing continues as my throat, sore from the abuse it has taken
from the 'punters', spasms from the irritation of the smoke and strong
liquor.
"There, there," offers Carmel as she takes the drink and cigarette from
my hands and hands them off to Charlotte who places the cigarette in an
ashtray and the drink on the bedside table.
Camel pulls my head to her shoulder and gently strokes my back as the
coughing fit slowly subsides. I can smell her perfume, I recognise the
brand as 'Poison,' and my head nestles in the crook of her neck. My
arms instinctively wrap around her and I return the hug. I hug her
gently as I start to sob into her neck and she continues to stroke my
back and slowly rocks me back and forth in the light embrace. She
whispers in my ear,
"It's alright Michele; it's alright honey."
I start to drift off as my senses experience the wonder of this sensuous
embrace. My satin blouse slides stimulatingly over Carmel's tight, body
hugging black satin dress and I can feel the heat of her body even
though her breastforms. Our knees are lightly touching; the diaphanous
nylons delicately stroking each other, her black pantyhosed leg peeking
through the split in her dress and my silk stocking thighs become
further exposed as my skirt rides up as we continue to embrace.
In my reverie, I feel the beautiful soft butterfly of Carmel's breath as
she exhales sweetly in my ear and whispers,
"There, there, honey; it's all better now; Carmel's here sweetie,
Carmel's here."
I raise my head and look into her heavily made-up eyes; my gaze roams
over her red lips and pale skin as my right hand moves up and gently
strokes her cheek, my ruby-red nails in stark contrast to her pale Goth
makeup. My hand continues up to her lustrous black wig and entwines
itself in the silky softness of the fine hair. I gently pull her face
to mine and our lips brush; I slip my tongue across her lips and taste
her lipstick.
Carmel looks into my eyes deeply and reciprocates; her hand slides into
my hair and she pulls me forward until our lips softly meet; her tongue
cautiously extends and brushes my lips. Then, at the same time, we open
our mouths and mash our lips together, our tongues entwine and our
bodies push against each other, satin and nylon come together to create
an exquisite rasping sensation that causes my little penis to awaken in
its silken panty prison.
The strangest feeling envelops me, our caress is so soft and gentle,
feminine, comforting and at the same time sexual. My head is spinning
with the new sensations that course through my body; after the brutal
treatment I have received over the last pitiful hours the tenderness
that Carmel is bestowing upon me has me entranced.
Carmel eases me back on the bed until my head comes to rest on my
pillow; our kiss is not broken and a sense of urgency seeps into our
embrace. Carmel strokes my face and showers my lips, cheeks and eyelids
with soft loving kisses; my head spins in a heady sensation of soft
feminine yearning. She adjusts herself so that she is half on the bed,
her legs straddling mine as her silken, nylon clad knee rubs softly
against my stockinged thighs.
My penis has now freed itself from between my legs and is rampant in the
front of my panties. Carmel sighs sweetly in my ear as she softly
kisses my lobe, her perfume mingling with mine to create a dizzy cloud
that further heightens my senses.
"Michele, honey; you are so lovely," she whispers.
Her hand slides up my inner thigh and my penis pulses, the light rasp of
her nails on my stockings sends waves of pleasure through my body. I
pull her body harder against me and pull her soft lips against mine, our
tongues intertwining in a sweet symphony. Carmel's hand slides under my
skirt and I gasp as she tenderly strokes my erect member through my
silky soft nylon panties.
I suddenly realise what I am doing!
"No! Stop! This isn't right!" I cry as I push Carmel's body away from
me.
Carmel lowers her face to mine again and tries to kiss me but I squirm
and turn my head away.
"Fuck off you pervert!" I sob.
"This is sick; I won't be like you! I won't submit to this twisted, sick
existence that you and your perverted friends seem to enjoy. Get off me
you fucking transvestite hag!"
Carmel pushes herself over me so that she is straddling my waist, the
split in her skirt is wide open and the garment has ridden up around her
waist. She grabs my wrists and pushes my hands back behind my head
locking them there. She looks into my eyes with a cruel sneer on her
face, her pale makeup making her look much more like a vampire because
of her pale skin, red lips and dark made-up eyes; her teeth glint evilly
in the lamplight.
"Well 'Little Miss I'm too good for you', I guess we have tried being
nice. Obviously you only understand pleasure when it's forced upon you.
We know you have really enjoyed the night's proceedings; Eddie told me
you came when he fucked you and that bulge there in your knickers is a
dead give-away." She sneered.
"Charlotte, plan B," she laughed.
I am pinned down with Carmel straddling me, forcing my hands back
against the bed-head I twist my head to the left to see what Charlotte
is up to. She rummages in the drawers of my dresser, gives a triumphant
yelp, and comes over towards the bed with a pair of stockings in her
hands. Before I have a chance to move she has lashed my left wrist to
the iron bedpost and has started working my right.
I fight and buck trying to dislodge Carmel and pull my arm free from her
grasp, but I am spent from the evening's ravaging and eventually I give
up. Charlotte lashes my right wrist to the other iron post with the
remaining stocking. Again I am forced to succumb to my captors.
"There now that's better; our spoilt brat has been tamed," gibes
Charlotte.
"Now Michele, I'm going to tie your ankles to the bed just like your
wrists and if you struggle Carmel is going to belt you; aren't you
dear?"
"Oh please struggle honey, there's nothing more I'd like than to belt
you one across your smug, pretty face." Carmel replies.
'Why are they being so cruel' I think to myself, bewildered. 'They had
so been so nice earlier on!'
I submit while Charlotte finds another pair of my hose and lashes my
ankles to the bed-base; she has to tie one end of the stockings to the
steel bedpost and the other to my ankles because my feet do not reach
right to the end of the bed. This allows me some small movement in my
legs due to the stretchiness of the nylon stockings.
"Now; lets get started shall we?" smirks Carmel to Charlotte.
Carmel lowers her heavily made-up face to mine once again. I struggle
and turn my face to one side to evade her kiss. Whack!!! Carmel slaps my
face with her open hand.
"Come on Michele, you liked this before, now stop playing coy," she
smirks.
Carmel lowers her lips to mine as I force myself to hold still while she
does to me what she wants. Her soft lipsticked lips gently press
themselves against mine, my lipstick smears and mingles with hers as she
pushes harder and her lips crush themselves on mine.
Carmel's tongue pushes between my lips and slowly slides over my teeth.
I capitulate and open my mouth and run my tongue against hers and taste
her sweet mouth. My penis hardens again and rustles against my nylon
panties. Then I feel a cool hand slide up my stockinged leg and under my
skirt; it strokes the top of my thigh and slowly the fingernails scrape
up the bare skin where my stockings end and up to the bulge in my silken
full-cut panties. The nails slowly scrape across my nylon-encased cock
and I sigh into Carmel's mouth and push my lips harder against hers. I
surrender; the stimulation is too much.
I realise that Charlotte has moved down the bed and it is her
ministrations to my engorged penis. The feeling of Carmel's soft lips
against mine, her silken body straddling me as she forces her kisses on
me, and the slow torture of Charlotte's fingernails against my panty-
clad member are too much to fight against; I push against my bonds
lifting my face to reciprocate Carmel's kisses and raise my skirted ass
up off the bed to encourage Charlotte's caresses.
"Oh the bitch likes this after all; maybe all she needed was a little
persuasion," Charlotte giggles.
"Let's try some more persuasion and see what happens," she laughs.
I feel my skirt being rucked up and bunched up around my waist. I can't
help but assist by raising my ass off the bed; Charlotte now has my hard
cock firmly gripped in her hand through my sheer nylon panties and is
slowly working her fist up and down it; the feeling is delightful.
Carmel has adjusted herself so she is lying on top of me; her upper body
encased in her skin-tight silky dress is pushing against my satin blouse
crating little butterflies of sensation. One hosed leg slides up and
down my stockinged leg driving me wild with lust.
Charlotte's hand reaches inside my panties and frees my erect member
pulling it out of the waistband; she strokes it gently now, slowly up
and down, dragging her fingernails over the sensitive glans at the top
of the up-stroke. I groan again.
"Oh Carmel! Oh Charlotte! You naughty girls!" I whisper into Carmel's
mouth as she continues to kiss me deeply.
She is now stroking my face and pulls her face away from mine briefly;
she looks in my heavily made-up eyes and whispers back,
"I knew you would like this; I'm going to make this special for you
Michele."
Carmel then lowers her luscious lips to mine and we continue our
passionate kiss. Then I feel Charlotte's hot breath on my thighs, she
is kissing my stocking tops as she slowly wanks at me with one hand and
caresses my panty-clad balls with the other. Her kisses move up my
thighs and across my nyloned balls and then I feel her hot wet mouth
engulf me.
I groan again and rise my ass up off the bed in acceptance of
Charlotte's oral worship of my shaft. My tongue is wildly exploring
Carmel's mouth and I strain against my bonds to kiss her harder.
Charlotte is working her mouth up and down up erect member, her tongue
fluttering against the glans. I am close to coming. Carmel pulls her
face away from mine briefly and whispers,
"Look!"
I raise my head as much as my bonds will allow and look down my body as
Carmel slides over to one side so as not to obstruct my view. Looking
down I see my legs spread; my ankles tied with the stockings which are
lashed to the bedposts. I see my slender legs encased in silky flesh
toned stockings, the reinforced nylon stocking heels visible in my
strappy white high heels. My white leather miniskirt is bunched up
around my waist and there is Charlotte's head buried in my groin.
Charlotte lifts her head slightly and turns to look up at me; she is
beautiful for a plump girl. Her face is framed by the shocking, frizzy,
bottle blonde wig with pink and blue streaks running though it, her
heavy makeup with black eyeliner, dark pink and powder blue blush, and
glittery multi-coloured eyeshadow. Her glossy bright red full lips grip
the shaft of my penis.
"See," giggles Carmel, "I told you we came to comfort you."
Carmel now straddles me again and as our nylons rub, my cock spasms in
Charlottes mouth.
"She's ready for you Carm," Charlotte declares removing her head from
groin, "and you better be quick!"
I wonder what she means...
Then it dawns on me as Carmel adjusts her position over me, she reaches
under her dress and I hear a ripping sound as she tears the gusset seam
of her pantyhose with a fingernail.
"Just relax honey," she whispers and kisses me briefly.
Then she adjusts herself again so that she is sitting over me with her
lovely ass over my erect penis. She hitches up her dress. With one
hand she pulls aside her panties and torn pantyhose gusset whilst with
the other she grips my penis and positions it against her puckered anus.
Carmel slowly lowers herself onto me and I slide into her all the way.
She pushes down and her panty-clad ass cheeks rest on my thighs; the
nylon of her panties and torn hose rub against my shaft and balls as she
slowly starts to ride me, putting her hands on the bed behind her to
support her weight as she fucks my rock hard clitty.
Charlotte moves up to the top of the bed and begins to kiss me slowly,
her tongue throbbing in my mouth as my penis throbs deep in Carmel's
ass. My cock feels so snug and tight as Carmel rides me, her sleek back
passage spasming against my invading member. Carmel is groaning and
moaning,
"Oh Michele, fuck me!"
"Michele Fuck Me!"
"Michele...FUCK ME!!!!!"
I am delirious with passion, my clitty is trapped deep inside Carmel and
as she rides me I push up to meet her as she slams her pantied ass
against my groin. My silky lingerie is sending little explosions into
my groin where it comes into contact with Carmel as she bucks over me,
the rustle of silk, and nylon and satin becomes the background music to
our groans and sighs as we approach orgasm.
I open my eyes because has Charlotte stopped kissing me, I am
disappointed because her lipstick kisses were adding so much to my
stimulation. I turn my head to see that Charlotte has freed her short
stubby cock from her panties and is viciously wanking it. She looks
down into my eyes and I see the pleading there.
"Please?" she whispers.
"Ok," I whisper in capitulation.
Charlotte kneels on the side of the bed, her stubby clitty sticking out
from her groin, her sleek dance tights are pulled down and her fishnet
stockings strain on the red garters where she has roughly adjusted her
underwear to allow access to her angry little cock. She has pulled off
her Lycra mini and dropped it around her high-heeled feet.
I can't move my head too far because of my bonds but I turn my head to
one side and greedily suck Charlotte's hard fat clitty into my mouth.
It tastes salty but clean and I immediately begin to suck it and slide
my tongue all over it. The sight of my fellatio act must have aroused
Carmel further because she is now bent forward over me and is slamming
her ass up and down on my cock in a frenzy. My penis is now throbbing
with excitement and I can feel my orgasm build as Carmel's hot ass
pulses against my cock and drives itself up and down my shaft.
Charlotte is now groaning in time with Carmel as I suck and lick her fat
little hard clitty-cock. I can feel it begin to spasm.
"Fuck me Michele!" Groans Carmel.
"Suck me Michele!" Groans Charlotte.
And I do! I fuck and suck and I come! My penis explodes deep in
Carmel's ass and I rise up to thrust it in as far in as it will go.
Carmel responds and pushes down grinding her pantyhosed ass against my
panty-clad balls as I unload steam after stream of hot semen deep in her
back passage. At the same time Charlotte grips my head and pulls my
face into her groin as she jets huge globs of her seed into my mouth.
The experience an orgasm like nothing I have ever felt. My cock is
exploding with the friction and pulsing of Carmel's tight ass; my balls
are electrified by the sensation of Carmel's panty and hosed ass rubbing
against their silky nylon panty prison; my mouth and lips are on fire as
I suck and swallow Charlotte's hot seed, the feel of her stubby member
invading my mouth is beautiful; and all over my body, the silky satin
feel of my lingerie, skirt, blouse and stockings is amplifying the
electric pulses of the most fantastic orgasm of my life.
After about three minute of intense pleasure, Charlotte removes her
flaccid penis from my mouth; a trickle of her spend drops onto my chin
as she tucks her angry little weapon back into the gusset of her sheer
dance tights. Carmel eases herself off me, giggling as my cock plops
out her ass. She stands next to the bed and adjusts her clitty inside
her hose and panties and smoothes down her black satin sheath dress.
It's only then I notice the semen stains on her underwear and realise
she has ejaculated whilst I was fucking her.
I lie there, my hands and feet tied, my skirt hiked around my waist;
nyloned legs spread, my slowly deflating penis sticking out of the
waistband my sheer panties. My makeup is smeared and wig tousled due to
the passionate struggle I have just endured and enjoyed. The single
drop of Charlotte's semen glistens on my chin.
"That was wonderful!" whispers Charlotte.
"Wonderful!" whispers Carmel.
"Wonderful!" I whisper.
"Fucking wonderful ladies; I really enjoyed the show. Now who the fuck
gave you permission to play those sorts of games!"
Oh my God! It's Eddie. He's looking though the bars of my workroom
cell pushing his sticky, gnarled cock back into his pants. A pool of
semen glistens at his feet in the low light.
"Now; how the fuck am I going to punish you girls for using something
that I own and that everyone else has to pay for to use!"
"YOU!!!!!" he screamed pointing his shaking finger at the three of us.
To be continued...
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