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MICHELE AND PREDATOR - PART VI
By
Michele Nylons
Michele ended up sandwiched between the Predator and the stranger who
occupied the corner of the booth. She heard her subjugator murmur
something about 'red' which she didn't understand. She certainly
understood the implication of the next sentence that he spoke, "Look what
I bought us to play with!"
Then she was forced to turn her face towards the Predator who kissed her
and then he turned her towards the other man who also kissed her. The
stranger had recently shaved and smelled of the shower he must have
recently taken, and although she could taste scotch and cigarettes on his
breath, she could also discern an aftertaste of mouthwash. He kissed her
gently, running his tongue along the inside of her mouth. He was only the
second man that had ever kissed her and he was far more gentle and
considerate than the Predator. Then Michele paled; she heard the
unmistakeable sound of a zipper being opened. She looked down and saw that
both men had their flies open and had taken out their semi erect penises.
Michele paled at the sight of the male organs exposed one either side of
her as she sat on the cheap bench seat. She knew better than to resist
when the Predator placed her polished fingernailed hand in his lap and
again when the man she now knew as Red did the same; the Predator
threatened her but it was not necessary, she knew what was expected of her
and she had no escape. Michele loosely encircled both of the flaccid cocks
in her fingers and began to slowly stroke them. She felt them both stiffen
and elongate immediately; the texture of the organs was slightly silky
along the shafts and spongy at the glans. She had of course masturbated
herself on innumerable occasions but holding someone else's manhood in her
hands was strange; and she had to admit, a little empowering. Both men
started to groan softly and then the Predator squeezed her wrist and
bought his face close to hers and whispered, "Harder." Then he started to
kiss her driving his tongue in and around her mouth as their lips remained
mashed together.
Michele again decided that resistance was useless and that her best option
was to satisfy the two men as quickly as possible in the forlorn hope that
they might let her go after this. She grasped both of their penises
tightly and took up a slow, hard rhythmic stroke. Michele moved her body
against the Predator's as he continued to kiss her, she used a
masturbation technique that she used on herself when she wanted to come
quickly, squeezing the shaft harder on each upstroke and lightly
feathering her fingers down the quivering shafts on the downstroke. She
could feel pre-seminal fluid leaking from the eye of the glans of penises
and she smeared it along the shafts, lubricating them as she stroked and
fondled them.
Michele concentrated on stimulating the erect members whilst at the same
time returning the Predators hard kisses as he panted into her mouth; she
could hear Red groaning and hoped that the rest of the patrons in the
seedy bar were not paying any attention to what was going on in the back
booth. Then she felt the Predator pull his face away from hers and he
whispered in her ear "Look!" She glanced down to look below the table; she
saw that both men had pressed their legs against her nyloned thighs, the
flies on their jeans were opened and the two hard cocks were standing
rigid with her red painted fingernails sliding slowly up and down them as
she firmly stroked the straining meat.
"No! out there stupid!" her captor hissed; and she looked up to see that
just about every head in the bar was turned towards her watching her
simultaneously wanking off the two men.
Michele was stunned by the look of wanton lust in the eyes of the other
patrons as they watched the blond-haired, heavily made-up, mini-skirted
matron masturbate her two male companions. She again felt that sense of
power as she stroked the two throbbing cocks harder in anticipation of
their ejaculation. She stared across the room at a table of three rough
looking biker types and licked her lips to tease them; for the first time
since this nightmare began she felt powerful and in control. Michele could
hear the Predator and Red gasp as their orgasms shook them and she
caressed their rigid poles and squeezed and stroked them, milking them of
their offerings. She felt the first hot jets of semen shoot forth and
splash on her thighs, soaking through the nylon of her stockings and
warming her skin beneath the layers of hosiery; sticky gobbets of sperm
ran down over her clenched fingers coating her painted red fingernails
with hot viscous fluid. As Michele heard both men groan with the intensity
of their combined orgasms she wriggled her body and flicked her hair,
staring back into the lust filled eyes of her audience. She was taken with
the power she held in this bar; the two men beside her were coming over
her legs because she had control of their male organs and the rest of the
customers in this dark seedy bar were mesmerised by her attractive female
form and were obviously lusting after her.
Michele waited until her two companions had finished their climax and then
she amazed everyone in the bar, herself included, by lifting her hands to
her mouth and placing her sperm spattered fingers, one at a time, between
her lipsticked lips and sucking them clean of the sticky male issue. She
sampled the musty tang of semen, which earlier tonight she had been forced
to taste for the first time, and continued to stare back at the enthralled
clientele. Michele was rock hard, her cock straining against the gusset of
her pantyhose and panties.
The Predator was amazed at the transvestite whore's actions; she had been
meek and mild all night, afraid of him, and had only capitulated to his
sexual peccadillos when forced to do so. What was this bitch up to? Was
she starting to like this? Well, he thought, let's see how far she is
willing to go? He turned her face towards his again and whispered into her
ear, "Go and fix your makeup honey," and zipped up his pants and slid out
of the booth so that the transvestite could extricate herself from the
bench seat. As she slid past him he saw her leather miniskirt ride up her
thighs exposing her red nylon panties, the bulge of her erection trapped
behind the lace panel. He could also see the glittering diamantes on her
fully-fashioned stocking tops and the silvery spatter of his and Red's
semen on her sheer black stockinged thighs. She stood up and took her
clutch purse and tottered off on her high-heels towards the toilets just
behind the booth.
The Predator watched her falter in her red high-heels and his eyes
followed the back seams on her gossamer black stockings from where they
began at the fashioned Cuban heels to where they disappeared under her
black leather miniskirt, her well rounded arse was emphasised by the tight
skirt. Her white nylon blouse glowed ethereally in the dim neon lighting;
the colours from the cheap beer signs creating highlights in her blonde
bob and reflecting off her jewellery; she was the most desirable thing he
had ever seen, and he was beginning to like the way the evening was
developing. It must be obvious to the barflies staring at his captive that
she was a transvestite; the bitch looked sexy and slutty the way she was
dressed and with the lashings of makeup she wore; but her mannerisms and
her walk were a dead give away that she was a man. Whatever the case,
there was no disguising the lust in their eyes and the overpowering sexual
tension in the bar.
Michele rose from the seat aware that the Predator was ogling her legs and
that all eyes in the bar were on her; she felt so potent to have all these
men obviously wanting her, she knew that she should be disgusted with
herself for such thoughts after what had happened to her tonight, but
wasn't this what she had always really wanted? Wasn't it her dream to be
sought after as a highly attractive woman? Ok, so maybe she hadn't wished
to be forced to subjugate herself to this monster, the Predator, whom she
had read about in the papers, but still, didn't she now have some control
over the situation? There was no way he could hurt her here in this bar
with the patrons looking on. Besides, she was now genuinely horny; sure
the power thing was there, but she still had a sex drive and now it was
working overtime.
Michele decided it was time for her to take the lead for a while; to see
how far she could manipulate these men who lusted after her. She could
feel all of their eyes on her back, gobbling up her legs and arse; she
turned her head over her left shoulder, flicked her blonde fringe and
winked wantonly at the three bikers sitting at the table. Her exotically
made up eyes, mascared lashes, her rouged cheeks and plum-red lipsticked
mouth were erotic and inviting. She wiggled her arse (which was not that
hard because she could hardly walk in her heels anyway) and turned towards
the toilet. She didn't even hesitate, she walked straight past the dim
lighted "His" sign and went straight to the door marked "Hers". Michele
closed the door behind her, leaned against the wall and started to shake.
What the fuck was she playing at????
The Predator couldn't believe his eyes; what the fuck was she playing
at???? Well if she thought she was ready to play with the boys, he could
arrange that alright. He just hoped she realised that these boys wouldn't
play nice; she had better be careful or she might get more attention than
she wanted.
The Predator thought about it for a minute and tried to figure out just
what the bitch was up to; maybe she thought she had some sort of control
of the situation now. 'Well let's just see what happens then shall we?' he
thought as he saw the three biker types looking expectantly over his way.
He nodded his head at them and then nodded towards the door to the ladies
toilet. The three bikers rose as one, tossed off their drinks, and ambled
towards the back of the bar in the direction of the ladies. As they passed
by one of the bikers gave the Predator a steely glance and grumbled, "You
cool with this; you know, with your lady and all?" The Predator smiled
back, "Sure man; besides, she's no lady," he laughed as the bikers
sauntered past and filed into the ladies toilet one by one. The Predator
sat down beside Red who had watched the performance both amused and
intrigued. "Let's get some drinks, have a smoke and then see if our little
trannie needs some help," he laughed. "I told you we would have some fun
tonight Red," he laughed and went to the bar for drinks.
Michele looked around and was not surprised to find that the ladies room
was as shabby as the rest of the bar. The tiled room had a wall mounted
mirror running the full length of one wall; a vanity shelf with hand
basins set into it was fixed below the mirror. Michele imagined hookers
and trashy bargirls leaning over the vanity, adjusting their hair and
applying makeup on the bar's busy nights; chattering and complaining
amongst themselves about prospective punters and their lazy barfly
boyfriends. Four toilet cubicles took up the adjacent wall and three
shabby armchairs were arranged around a low table covered in cigarette
burns and drink stains; a stained pink ottoman lounge sat ignominiously in
the centre of the room, as if this one piece of trashy chic furniture
could lift the tone of the squalid restroom. It stank of piss, cigarettes,
alcohol, cheap perfume and disinfectant.
Michele was startled as the door banged open and the three bikers entered
the room, their boots thumping on the tiled floor. They circled her,
manoeuvring her into the middle of the room; they smelt of whisky,
cigarettes and raw lust. Well, Michele thought to herself; now was the
time to see if she could handle herself. She felt trepidation, but also
she felt sexy and attractive; her only concern was if these ruffians
hadn't yet figured out that she was a transvestite. "I'm not what you
think I am," she whispered. "Oh you're exactly what we think you are; now
just shut up and don't spoil our fun," the largest of the three answered
and reached out to her.
Michele fell into his arms and kissed him full on the lips, sliding her
tongue into his mouth. She encircled him with one arm and reached down and
stroked his thickening member through his denim jeans with her free hand.
She was fed up with being used; now she was going to take control. The
biker gently pushed her backwards and she walked back two steps until she
felt the ottoman on the back of her legs. She eased herself down on the
lounge, pulling the biker down with her. She reclined back on the ottoman
and the biker positioned himself astride her; their kiss never breaking.
Michele slid herself under the huge man so that he was straddling her; she
kissed him deeply and stoked his leonine head, his hair was long, greasy
and dank as it fell either side of her face. She felt his hand slide up
her silky nyloned thigh and stroke her stocking tops and his breathing
quickened. Michele was erect again in her pretty panties.
Michele reached down and unzipped the biker; she rummaged in his underwear
and her fingers found his sleek hard cock and freed it from its prison.
She placed the hot iron bar against her leg and rubbed it slowly from side
to side, excited by the feel of man-flesh on her stockinged leg. The biker
reached under her skirt and massaged the very top of her other thigh, his
fingernails snagging on her pantyhose; then she felt the hose split and
his hand reached inside her pantyhose, gripped the nylon gusset and tore a
gaping hole. He struggled briefly and extricated his cock from her hand
and positioned it inside her panties and between her buttocks and began to
slowly dry fuck her. Michele bucked underneath him so that she could lift
up her arse and wrap her legs around his; she fucked him back, feeling his
smooth hard cock rub against her inner buttocks and against the bud of her
rear entrance.
The Predator opened the door to the ladies and was astounded at the sight
before him. The largest of the bikers had the bitch down on the ottoman
and was on top of her; her glossy black nyloned legs were wrapped around
him, her skirt hiked up displaying her garters and bejewelled stocking
tops, her spiky red high heels danced in the air as she bucked and rubbed
herself against the biker. The biker's shaggy mane covered her face as he
kissed her passionately and her arms were wrapped around the biker,
holding him in a wanton embrace as the bitch sensuously gyrated beneath
him. The bitch was enjoying it!!! The two other bikers stood on either
side of the ottoman stroking their hard cocks as they jutted from their
jeans. The Predator moved inside and sat in one of the shabby armchairs
and sipped his drink as he watched the performance.
Michele felt disappointed as the biker on top of her stopped kissing her
and pushed himself up using his forearms; then she realised why he had
shifted position as the glans of his penis nestled in her arse bud. She
saw something out the corner of her eyes and realised that the two other
bikers had positioned themselves one either side of the ottoman, kneeling
down and thrusting their hard cocks towards her face. She knew what they
wanted; she was in control; they wanted her. Michele reached out and
caressed one of the hard cocks, slowly stoking it, marvelling at the feel
of the sleek male organ. She turned her head sideways and opened her mouth
in offering. The rigid member slid into her hot moist mouth and she began
to suck on it as the biker slowly thrusted in and out of her ruby red
lipsticked mouth. She reached out her other hand and grasped the remaining
cock between her fingers and slowly started to stroke the erect organ.
The Predator was becoming extremely aroused at the sight before him. His
pretty whore with the lovely blonde bob, pink and blue eyeshadow, thick
mascara, dark kohl eyeliner and rouged cheeks was sucking on the rampant
hard member of a greasy biker whilst her manicured, red fingernailed hand
stroked and fondled the knobbly cock of the other ruffian. The ruffles on
her white nylon blouse were crushed under the weight of the third biker
who was stride her between her stockinged thighs, her leather mini was
bunched around her waist and her red high heels were dangling in the air
as her ankles crossed over behind his back, the silver anklet gleamed
against the dark nylon hosiery. The Predator was jealous!!! He couldn't
believe his reaction to the situation; she was supposed to be debased for
HIS pleasure; but the bitch was loving it. He was jealous!!!
Michele tried to control her breathing as the cock in her mouth worked its
was in and out slowly; when she could, she trilled her tongue under the
sensitive base of the glans, she could feel the cock throb in her mouth
every time she did that. The cock in her hand was quite knobbly to the
touch and rock hard; it was streaming pre-seminal fluid and her fingers
were slick with the clear viscous lubricant. She took her hand away for a
few seconds and heard the biker she was wanking groan with dismay. Michele
reached underneath herself and wiped the lubricant from her fingers along
the cock that was wedged in her arse bud, ensuring she got plenty of it on
the bulbous head of the hard member. Then she returned her hand to the
other waiting organ and continued to stroke and squeeze it.
Michele was now ready to prove that she could take charge of these three
dangerous hooligans; she was in control! She pushed her arse up and
relaxed her sphincter and felt the head of the first bikers cock slide
inside her; as he tried to force his way in further she clamped down with
her inner muscles and gripped his member tightly with her sphincter bud.
"Gently; slowly," she mumbled around the cock in her mouth. The man
straddling her got the message and relaxed. The cock was slightly
uncomfortable wedged just inside her, but she knew from her experience
earlier in the evening that it would soon feel better. She relaxed again
and allowed the member to slowly ease inside her, controlling its entry
with contractions of her back passage. Michele gasped as she felt the
appendage fill her up and swell and pulsate inside her; positioned as she
was, the head of the organ was wedged against her prostate and she felt
her own member become throb; freed from the torn pantyhose, it jammed
itself in the front lacy panel of her nylon panties. As the biker on top
of her began to fuck her, his belly pressed down and rubbed against her
nylon encased member amplifying the spikes of sexual pleasure shooting
from her prostate.
Michele was now fully engrossed in the threesome and had to concentrate in
order to pay attention to all three cocks. She sucked on the hard cock in
her mouth and licked and slavered at the glans whilst maintaining a steady
rhythm as she masturbated the mottled member she held tightly in the grip
of her right hand. Michele felt her own orgasm building; the lovely
presence of the hard cock in her back passage thrusting against her
prostate, her silken panties rubbing back and forth across her member as
the biker fucked her, combined with the salty, musky throbbing cock in her
mouth and the feel of the hard slick erection in her right hand was
bringing her to sensory overload. She felt the biker who was fucking her
quicken his pace and his crotch made loud slapping sounds as he slammed
against her thighs and buttocks, Michele fucked him back, timing her
thrusts to meet his; the cock in her mouth increased its tempo sliding in
and out of her painted mouth faster and faster as she sucked and slavered
at the slick throbbing meat. The cock in her hand started to quiver and
convulse and she grasped the slimy organ as hard as she could and wanked
it furiously.
Michele climaxed.
Michele felt her back passage flood as the cock jammed in there spewed out
stream after stream of hot seed until it ran out of her and pooled in her
panties; the cock in her mouth convulsed and shot a torrent of warm sticky
sperm which she swallowed as she sucked down hard on the quivering organ;
the cock in her hand erupted jet after jet of milky cream all over fingers
and as the biker's orgasm intensified ropes of come shot over her arm,
shoulder and neck and she also felt a stream on it spurt into her hair.
Her own orgasm shook her, intensified by the simultaneous emissions
happening inside and over her body. Michele's cock quivered in her panties
and as the biker who was fucking her pushed hard into her, the pressure of
his body against her sensitive nylon wrapped organ caused it to erupt a
hot sticky mess into her knickers, some of which began to dribble down and
stain her suspender belt and skirt.
Michele spasmed and quivered as the most intense orgasm of her life shook
her; she nearly passed out in reaction to the concentrated pleasure
wracking her body. She finally lay still and became aware of her
surroundings. The biker who had mounted her lifted her legs from around
his body and gently lowered them, one either side of him. The bikers
kneeling either side of her head stuffed their sticky cocks back inside
their pants and then zipped them up, stood and sauntered to the door. The
biker between her legs stuffed his organ away as well, and then he leaned
forward. He kissed her passionately and then whispered "Who are you?"
Michele murmured back, lost for breath, "Michele."
"Well Michele," he smiled, "you come back here any time you want to
sweetheart."
He quickly kissed her again on the lips, rose and strolled after his
friends.
To be continued.............
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