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Blackmailed into becoming a TV Slut Part 2
This is an adult story featuring gay sex. If this offends please do not
read.
Any similarities to living persons is entirely coincidental.
Enjoy,
Dianne
PART 2
Julian released me and I nearly slumped to my nylon clad knees. Somehow I
stayed upright. Kelly was sitting on the bed with her hand still in her
trousers and smiling contentedly. I think I detected the hint of womanly
smell coming from her, although it was hard to tell over the odour of my
own cum.
"Dianne, darling." Julian called and I turned to him. "Be a dear," He
continued. "And pop down to the toilet and clean yourself up. Oh, and
don't forget to check your makeup, there's a good girl."
My legs were shaking but I did as he ordered. My mind was going over and
over the last five minutes trying to work out what had happened. I had
gotten hard at a man's touch. I had cum under a man's ministrations. How
could this be happening to me?
As I opened the bathroom door yet again I considered making a break for
it, getting out of this house and trying to get home. The problem was that
I had no clothing over than my bra, panties and roll ups. And, or course,
there were still the photos. I didn't doubt Kelly would love to send them
to everyone at work.
I was trapped.
After washing and applying fresh makeup, I reluctantly returned to the
bedroom. Julian was still there watching a video on Kelly's mobile phone.
When he saw me he held it up for me to see. It was the two of us, with him
wanking me off and me faintly telling him that I was his woman; over and
over.
"Looks like we've got a little memento of your first orgasm. Why don't you
say thank you to Kelly."
My mouth was dry, but I knew that there was no escaping it.
"Thank you, Kelly."
Kelly smiled at me, evilly.
"That's good, we're all friends here." Julian said. "And because we're all
good friends, why don't you ask Kelly if there's anything you can do for
her. As a thanks for taking our picture."
"Is there anything I-" I swallowed. "Anything I can do for you, Kelly?"
She was obviously enjoying this and pretended to think it over before
replying: "You could give Julian a blowjob. You know how I love to watch
man on man, or in your case woman, action. And he is the only one of who
hasn't cum."
The horror must have been evident on my face, but then I expect that was
part of the appeal. If I was a willing participant it wouldn't be anywhere
near as exciting for her.
A blow job!
It was one thing to be masturbated by Julian, but to suck his cock. I
wasn't sure I could do that.
Julian sensed my discomfort and smiled. "Now," He said. "Remember our bet?
You promised to do what I wanted if you lost. Well, your erection proved
that you not only lost but that you want this. Why else would you get hard
to my touch?"
"And," Kelly added. "Julian just made you cum, so its only fair."
My mind was spinning. I was finding all that had happened hard to process.
I still didn't understand why I had gotten an erection under Julian's
touch. I didn't like men that way, but my cock said otherwise.
Whilst Julian continued talking Kelly handed me a glass of water. I could
tell from her expression that I had drink it straight away so I did. It
had that same aftertaste.
Once I had finished the drink, Julian took me in his arms. It was a sudden
movement that caught me by surprise and I found myself surrendering to
him. He was taller and broader than me and he obviously worked out. I
could smell his aftershave as he leant close and kissed me lightly on the
lips.
Immediately my cock got rock hard and I shuddered as waves of sensation
washed over me. He saw the effect he was having and kissed me harder.
This time there was no resistance, I opened my mouth and kissed back; even
enjoying the tickle of his goatee.
During the kiss he held me tight with one hand whilst the other moved down
to massage my hard penis through the straining material of my panties.
I whimpered into his mouth and without thinking put my arms around his
neck and kissed harder.
Then Julian broke the kiss and gently pulled my arms off of him. As he did
this I actually pouted in disappointment.
Gently, he put his hands on my shoulders and began to gently push
downwards. His intention was clear and I fell to my knees in front of him.
I found myself staring at his groin, the outline of his own hard cock was
visible against his leather trousers. I licked my lips nervously feeling
the unfamiliar texture and taste of my lipstick; what was left of it after
our kiss anyway.
Julian misinterpreted it as a sign of eagerness and said: "You don't have
to wait, Dianne. Start right away."
Still, I hesitated. This was entirely different. Up until this point I had
been a passive sexual recipient. Julian had initiated everything. Now I
had to do something.
"Undo the button, and pull down the flies." Julian ordered. Without
thinking I responded and reached forward. In the end, I told myself, I had
no choice.
Julian breathed in a little allowing me to open his trouser button easily.
Then I slowly drew down his flies conscious of the feel of his penis
through the leather.
"Good girl." He hissed. "Now pull them down."
I gripped the leather trousers and pulled them down so they hung around
mid thigh. Now I was face to face with his white briefs. His cock pushed
them outward, pointing towards me, with a damp spot at the tip. I could
smell the musky, manly aroma of his pre cum.
Without being told, I pulled the briefs down. Once free his cock bounced a
little and stared one eyed at me. It was much bigger than my own five
incher, possibly twice the size. Unlike mine it was circumcised and I
looked at it in fascination for a few seconds.
"Look," Kelly called from behind me. "She's all turned on."
I glanced down and sure enough my cock was rock hard. The head was
straining over the waistband of my panties. I was also uncomfortably
conscious of Kelly moving her camera in for a close-up as she filmed my
latest sexual adventure.
"I think we've found a good position for you." Julian chuckled. He edged a
little closer and his penis was just in front me, almost touching the tip
of my nose.
I could smell it clearly now, a musky manly scent overlaid with the odour
of pre cum.
"Kiss it." He ordered.
Strangely I didn't hesitate, instead I kissed the tip. My lips were damp
after contact and I instinctively licked them. The taste of pre cum was
distinctive. I had another man's seed on my tongue.
"Do it again, but this time keep your lips on the head."
This time I did hesitated a moment then opened my lips slightly and leant
forward. Once my lips were in contact with his cock, Julian took hold of
my head and began to push forward.
I knew resistance was useless, but tried to move back anyway, Julian held
me firm and pushed.
"Just relax and let yourself enjoy it." He ordered. "And no teeth.
His cock pushed onwards until my entire mouth was filled. I felt the tip
touching the back of my throat and at the same time his pubes were
tickling my nose. I tried desperately not to gag.
"Just relax, Dianne." Justin ordered. "Breathe through your nose." I tried
to follow his instructions but it was hard. I felt like I was on the verge
of choking. Tears began to well up in my eyes.
Behind me I heard Kelly panting hard and whispering yes, yes, yes to
herself. I had no doubt what she was up to.
Sensing my discomfort Julian eased his cock away from the back of my
throat. "Lick the shaft with your tongue." He instructed. "Take it in your
left hand, told it gently and start licking the head." Under his
instructions I used my tongue to clean and caress his cock.
"Take your clit in your right hand." He ordered, his voice high with
pleasure. "Start wanking off."
Following his orders I reached down and grasped my penis. It was rock
hard. Slowly I started to pump it and as I did Julian began to thrust
forward again.
He could only have lasted a minute, if that. I felt his cock at the back
of throat twitch suddenly, expand then it was gushing. He gripped both
sides of my head and came with a cry.
I was forced to swallow his seed as he ejaculated because he was holding
my head too hard to give me a chance to back away. It was either swallow
or choke.
"Keep wanking, you bitch!" He screamed, and I did; hard and fast in time
with his trusts.
Then I came. Suddenly I was splashing warm cum all up my front and all
over Julian's trousers even as I was swallowing him.
It was another long cum, and by the time I had finished Julian had pulled
his cock from my mouth. I felt a little of his cum dribbling down my chin
and instinctively wiped it clean. I had never tasted cum before, it had a
distinctive manly taste.
"You are one fucking good cocksucker." Julian grasped. "No more hand jobs
for you, I can what you really like." He ran his finger up my cum soaked
belly and then raised it to my mouth. "Open wide." I was too exhausted to
resist and sucked the cum off of his finger. He fed me cum for another
minute or so and I meekly accepted his offerings.
"You really enjoyed giving that blow job." He said as he ran his finger
over my belly and picked globs of cum from his trousers. "You came when I
came, that's the sign of a true cocksucker." I cringed inwardly.
Cocksucker , no matter when this ended I would always be a cocksucker. I
had sucked cock. And I had cum doing it.
"Now," Julian continued. "We need to get you ready. I've got to show you
off."
I gulped and looked up at him. I was still slumped at the ground at his
feet, but he had stood up and was pulling his trousers up. I could still
see my cum glistening on them.
"Kelly will help you finish getting dressed, then we're off out."
For some reason I was feeling drunk and a little disorientated, but
strangely invigorated. Heady would be a good word, but not one I wanted to
use after what had just happened! When Julian mentioned going out I felt
another stab of fear. I had hoped the blow job would be the end of it, or
at least we would be staying inside where I would only be debased by
Julian and Kelly; not publicly.
"I need to change." Julian said glancing down at his trousers. "Kelly?"
Kelly walked over to me and nudged my penis with the pointed toe of her
boot. "Well I never imagined that you would be so good at giving head.
Have you done it before?"
My cheeks burned with shame as I shook my head.
"Well Julian was pleased, and so were you." She continued, nudging my dick
again. "Get up."
I clambered up of shaking legs and followed Kelly back to the bathroom.
She watched me wash and continuously told me how good I had been at giving
head and how natural I was. I didn't really listen as I cleaned my cum up.
When I start to scrub the cum that had gotten onto my panties Kelly
reached out and stopped me.
"They need a proper wash. Take them off."
I followed her orders, took them off and put them in the bin she
indicated.
"Follow me." She ordered and led me to the last room on this floor; one I
hadn't been to yet.
It turned out to be Kelly's bedroom. A long time ago I would have dreamed
of being, but now the place filled me with dread.
It was a very smart room dominated by a king sized bed with pink satin
sheets and lacy pillows. One wall was dominated by floor to ceiling fitted
wardrobes and opposite there was a large dressing table the mirror of
which was ringed with lights, similar to those I expected to see in a
theatre dressing room.
"Right Dianne, let's get you dressed." She said, opening the wardrobe. She
had obviously prepared my outfit in advance as it was all at her
fingertips. First she pulled out a white blouse with black stripes running
down it.
She handed it to me and I put it on without a word. I noticed that the
buttons were on left hand side; the opposite to what I was used to. As I
did it did up I felt the tightness across my chest as I fastened the
buttons over my false breasts but was forced to leave some of my cleavage
showing. The material had a slight stretch to it and held tight and figure
hugging.
Then she handed me a black skirt.
"What about underwear?" I asked.
"You should have thought about that before you soiled yourself." Kelly
replied. "Now be careful with this skirt, its one of mine."
I pulled the skirt up, tucked in the blouse and did up the zip and button
at the back. It was very tight and my belly stuck out a little over the
top. I am actually quite slim but the clothes were tight on me.
"This help with your figure." Kelly said handing me another garment. I
took it and examined it. It looked like a black belt but was six inches
tall and made of an elastic like material. Strangely it reminded me of the
old chest expanders that were advertised in the fifties to men who had
sand kicked in their faces.
"Right hold this end and clench your tummy in." Kelly ordered. I obeyed
and she stretched it around my waist with some effort. I didn't think it
would go around, but somehow we got it on and fastened. It compacted my
waist and gave my body a very feminine figure. It felt like my lungs had
been crushed to half their size, but after a minute I was breathing
naturally.
"That waist clincher makes you very becoming." She said, stepping back and
examining me critically. "It makes your bum stick out very well."
There was a full length mirror in one of the wardrobe doors and I examined
myself. There was not much chance I could pass as a woman in a social
situation, but she was right about my figure. The tops of my holdups were
visible under the skirt and without my panties to hold my cock and balls
back they made a definite bulge.
"Sit down." Kelly said, indicating the dressing table. As I sat my skirt
slid up and I hurriedly pulled it down to cover my nakedness.
My makeup things were there and, yet again, I reapplied my face. As I did
so Kelly told me about Patrick. "By the time Patricia was here she was
begging me to let her go. Her boyfriends weren't as gentle as Julian,
you're very lucky, they had butt fucked her and forced her to suck them
lots of times. She was whimpering and desperate for escape, and do you
know what? Her little clit," She tapped my cock. "Was sticking up the
whole time." She giggled at the memory and started giving me tips on
makeup as if Patrick's debasement had been a snippet of ideal gossip.
Once the makep was done Kelly sprayed me with some perfume and give me
some cheap jewellry; a matching necklace and braclet of imitation pearls.
She then produced a pair of patent black court shoes and held them out.
"You're lucky you're a size 8, that means you can buy shoes at most womens
shops. Put these on."
I slid the shoes on, wobbling on the three inch heels. They were smart and
patent black. Normally I would find these shoes sexy, but I had never
considered wearing a pair.
"Walk up and down." Kelly instructed, and watched me critically. The first
thing I noticed was that I had to lift the whole foot and not let my heel
drag, or the shoe's heel caught in the carpet. After a minute or so I had
mastered it, or so I thought.
"Now sway your hips. Walk like a woman." I tried following her
instructions and before long I was walking with a feminine gait. Kelly
seemed pleased and even gave me a peck on the cheek.
She led me down the stairs and pulled a woman's long black coat off of a
coat stand for me and a bright red coat for herself.
"Here you are," Kelly handed me a small black clutch bag. I looked inside
and saw my wallet and travel pass. I could only assume that Kelly still
had my mobile phone.
"All of these," She gestured my clothes. "Are yours. I bought them with
your credit card whilst you were sleeping. The skirt's mine, but you can
keep it as a present since we're now girl friends."
She smiled at me, but I couldn't bring myself to return the favour.
Instead I pretended to examine the contents of my bag.
At that instant the doorbell rang and I almost fell off of my heels in
surprise.
"That'll be the taxi." Kelly said.
Taxi! The thought of being seen dressed like this by the taxi driver was
humiliating. It was the first humiliation of the evening.
TO BE CONCLUDED
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