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Lady In The House - Reprised - Chapter 18 free porn video
I decided to end this story a few years ago but I keep getting requests
to continue it; particularly from my fans here at Fictionmania. I have
been thinking about it of late and I finally came up with a few ideas to
keep the story going. So here it is..........Lady In The House reprised.
For those that don't remember; the story ended like so:
Steve sat on the edge of my bed and I was on my knees between his legs
sucking eagerly on his erect penis. His head was thrown back in pleasure
and his eyes closed as his orgasm approached. As the first stream of hot
semen erupted from his cock into my mouth I snaked my hand out and
reached under the mattress.
My hand closed around the handle of the shank that I had hidden there
earlier...
The End....................But it wasn't, was it............................
One year later............................
Michele obediently leaned over the desk as soon as the man entered the
room; she opened her legs slightly and bent forward resting her elbows on
the mahogany desk top. The man moved behind her, admiring her well-
propositioned buttocks straining the navy blue material of her business-
suit skirt. He liked the way the kick-pleat opened up to expose her
silken-clad thighs; the dark welts of her stocking tops just visible.
He unzipped himself as he positioned himself directly behind her and
Michele compliantly hiked her skirt up her taut thighs; the material of
her skirt whispered against her sheer nylon stockings. She felt his
member prod at her buttocks.
"Do it!" the man ordered.
Sometimes the man liked to rub his erection against her panty-clad arse,
sometimes, like today; he just wanted to enter her and get on with the
sex.
Michele reached back and pulled the gusset of her red satin panties to
one side, exposing her anus. She positioned the tip of the man's glans
into the crevice of her sphincter. She knew what would come next and
leaned back a little a further and raised her buttocks; her own erection
was tenting the front of her skirt.
She had already self-lubricated her anus; it was a requirement, and when
the man's long thick cock slid into her it met no resistance. Michele
had accommodated this penis hundreds of times and she sighed almost
contentedly as the man's groin nestled against her buttocks. He began to
slowly thrust in and out of her and she obligingly began to move her
behind back and forth in time with his thrusts.
Michele took one hand off the table and reached under the hem of her
skirt. She found her erection and eased it free of the confines of her
panties. She was allowed to do this; it had been agreed to.
The man gripped her waist and began to quicken the pace of his thrusts;
Michele met each thrust with a corresponding shove of her arse, at the
same time she stroked her erection. The man knew how to fuck and angled
his cock so that it rubbed against her prostate to stimulate her, and the
warm glow of sexual arousal pulsed out from the walnut shaped gland in
her back passage and amplified the tingling sensation emanating from her
penis.
"Now!" the man grunted and began to jackhammer in and out of her well
lubricated channel.
It was always like this; if the man wanted to 'make love' to her they
would have retired to one of the cells; or 'workrooms' as they referred
to in E block; but today, as usual, he just wanted a quick fuck.
This suited Michele; as much as she loved an afternoon dalliance with an
attentive lover she had too much work to do today and this quick release
would see her through to the close of business.
As soon as she felt the man grip her tighter and quicken his pace Michele
dug her heels into the shag carpet and pushed her buttocks back against
the man and began to stroke her erection faster and faster; she knew he
wouldn't last long now and she wanted to time her climax as close as
possible to the man fucking her.
She didn't really care about doing this to stimulate the man fucking her;
she knew he was only interested in self-gratification, but it enhanced
her own climax if she ejaculated at the same time as the man buried in
her arse.
She felt his cock quiver and begin to unload the soupy load of sperm
inside her and she whipped her hand up and down her cock, invoking her
own orgasm. The man gripped her tightly and pulled her back hard against
him, squashing her soft buttocks against his hard stomach as he
ejaculated deep inside her. She felt the hot creamy secretions fill her
back passage and she gyrated her buttocks to help milk him of his load as
her own seed spilled on the cheap rug she had placed on the shag-piled
carpet specifically to catch her semen so it wouldn't stain.
Michele was careful to keep her ejaculating cock clear of her skirt; she
didn't want to have to waste time later changing it and semen was an
absolute bastard to remove once it had dried.
Michele felt her climax begin to subside as did the man standing between
her legs. They were both panting; the man stroking her backside in
appreciation.
"Here," Michele took a handful of tissues out of the dispenser on her
desk and reached behind her.
The man took the wad of Kleenex and placed them against Michele's
sphincter as he eased himself out of her, carefully catching and wiping
away any of his issue that escaped her tight bud.
When his cock slid free he quickly wiped it and took another handful of
tissue from her and carefully wiped around her puckered anus and her
creamy white buttocks; careful not to let any of his spend stain her
skirt. He politely eased her panties back into place and when she stood
up he lowered her skirt and smoothed it across her delicious derriere.
Michele had cleaned away her own issue and slipped her deflating back
inside her panties and adjusted them; she smoothed down the front of her
skirt and adjusted the hem so it sat straight and level four inches above
her knees.
The man gripped Michele by the shoulders and spun her around on her high-
heels. He kissed her passionately and she kissed him back. After what
Michele thought was an appropriate amount of time she put her hands on
his shoulders and gently pushed him away.
"Shall we go though the books now Steve?" she asked; although there was
no need to ask.
"Yes lets," he replied all business now that his penis was tucked away
snugly inside his trousers.
They didn't always fuck when he came down to E Block; sometimes Steve
wasn't in the mood, or he wanted to save himself for one of the whores in
his harem; but mostly he did; and Michele was appreciative it. Not that
she couldn't fuck any man in the jail if she really wanted to; but she
liked the fact that boss liked to fuck her; even after all these
years...............................................
Michele had tried to kill Steve a little over three years ago; she had
hidden a shank under the mattress of the bed in her prison workroom. She
had imagined how it would be:
'She pulled the shank out from under the mattress and sank it into
Steve's chest' ................at least that's how it played out in her mind. In
reality she was so fucking angry that the tip of the shank got caught in
the sheet and jammed. It became entangled in the bedding and she
couldn't get it free.
Steve had beaten her badly enough to put her in the prison hospital for a
while. Then he came to visit and had given her a letter from her sister
Angie. Michele read the letter incredulously
'Michele, (even Mike's sister didn't even think of him as Mike anymore)
You don't need to worry. Steve and I have come to an arrangement. As
you know, I am nothing if not pragmatic. I have entered into a business
deal with Steve; don't worry your niece is safe, she's not part of it,
and you needn't worry about me. I won't go into details in this letter
but I will tell you that the deal suits Steve and I both. I know you
think that I'm not the sort of person who could enter into a life similar
to what yours has become; but I have. I will explain all next time I
visit Chelmsford."
And it was that simple. Michele didn't have to look out for her sister
Angie or her niece Carol anymore. She had no reason to kill Iron-Bar
Steve; she just had to look after herself.
Lady in the House - Chapter 18
By
Michele Nylons
Three weeks later Michele had recovered from her beating; only a few
bruises around her eyes remained; easily covered by eyeshadow and makeup.
Michele and Steve sat in the conjugal visiting room which Steve used with
the consent of the Warden.
Angie entered and walked straight over to Steve; ignoring her brother,
and kissed Steve passionately, rubbing her body against his. Michele was
shocked as Angie rubbed up against the man who had been her protagonist,
Angie groped Steve's thickening erection though his jeans as he pawed at
her buttocks.
Angie was dressed similar to Michele: one part businesswoman, two parts
slattern. She wore a white business suit but the skirt was too short for
propriety, her high-heels had to be at least four inches, her legs clad
in shimmering flesh-toned hose, her hair frizzed out in an eighties style
do and her gaudy makeup heavy and exotic.
Angie extracted herself from Steve's embrace and looked Michele squarely
in the eye.
"I quit my job. I'm running a brothel and callgirl agency for Steve on
the outside. I like the work; I'm my own boss and I'm making a shitload
of money. It's that simple Michele," Angie said.
"What about Steve's threat to get your daughter, my own niece, involved
in the prostitution business?" I asked incredulously.
"Don't be stupid Michele. You know I'm a very astute businesswoman.
Carol is away in a private boarding school with a whole bunch of very
proper ladies, while her mother is about to run one of the most lucrative
brothels and callgirl agencies in London."
"I'm going to specialise in all sorts of perversions; including having
some of the sexiest transvestites on my books," Angie explained as I
looked on amazed.
"Carmel is going to help her run the business," Steve added squeezing
Angie's knee.
"Carmel's due for parole anyway. I could stop that of course; I have
before, but I can put her to better use outside helping Angie run the
business out there," Steve explained.
I just sat there incredulously. How could this turn of events have come
about in such a short timeframe?
"Oh don't worry Michele; you're getting promoted. You used to be Eddie
McManus' bookkeeper and right-hand girl the last time you were in
Chelmsford. So you have the skills I need. You're taking over from
Carmel, running the E Block brothel for me."
I was stunned.
Steve reached out and slid a hand up my thigh. At Steve's insistence I
was wearing a black leather miniskirt, white satin blouse, sheer taupe
stockings and black stilettos. My cock quivered inside my tight satin
boy-leg satin panties; it was an uncontrollerable response to years of
conditioning as a jailhouse transvestite prostitute.
"Now fuck off next door while I fuck your sister. There's a nice
surprise for you," he grinned.
Angie plopped herself in Steve's lap and his hand disappeared up her
skirt as she kissed him passionately. I had to leave! I couldn't
believe what had transpired during my short convalescence.
I followed Carmel into the adjoining room. She stood there grinning.
She looked magnificent too! A skin-tight black long-sleeved cocktail
dress showed off her magnificent figure; he legs were clad in shimmering
silvery hose. Her feet were clad in shiny black high-heeled pumps and
her makeup was perfect as was her do; a brunette bob that framed her
pretty face. She was still stunning for tranny of her age.
"Looks like you will be the new Carmel; who would have thought it all
those years ago when you first walked into Chelmsford prison?" she
grinned.
"Yeah! Who woulda thunk it?" I mused, deliberately using jailhouse
colloquial speech.
All these years in Chelmsford...........My first stretch where Eddie turned me
into a transvestite prostitute and then my second stretch where Iron-Bar
Steve was running the brothel and soon had me doing the same. All the
debasement and debauchery; I had fought and connived and blackmailed all-
and-sundry to try to get out from under; but eventually I had capitulated
and even come to enjoy the lifestyle.
"So Michele; we have a few days next week for me to handover the reins of
Steve's operation and then I'm finally out of Chelmsford," Carmel
grinned.
"How long you been inside Carmel?"
Funny all the years I had known Carmel, I had never asked her this
question.
"Too fucking long Michele; look at me I'm an old maid," she smiled wanly.
"Fuck off Carmel, next to me you're the hottest transvestite in
Chelmsford prison!" I teased and pulled her into my arms.
She kissed me softly and I responded immediately.
The sweet taste of her mouth, the taste of our lipstick as our lips
crushed, the scent of our perfume, the soft embrace of our bodies. I
became tumescent; the soft satin material of my panties caressed the
sensitive flesh of my penis.
Our kisses become more frenzied and Carmel pulled my body close to hers;
my skirt and blouse rustled against hers, the feel of the soft fabric
against my skin was electrifying. Her tongue slid into my mouth and I
gasped as her fingers slid up my legs; the soft caress of her fingers on
my sheer nylon-clad thigh was delightful.
Carmel and I had had sex on many occasions and I always liked making love
with her; she was so sexy and feminine. She was after all, the one who
introduced me to the delights of crossdressing and the transvestite
lifestyle.
I responded and lifted the hem of her skirt and stroked her thighs. She
pulled me closer and our tongues entwined.
We stayed locked together and inched our way over to the bed where she
fell on top of me. She kissed me passionately while her hands explored my
body. Eventually her hand slid up my thigh, across the welts of my
stockings, and then across the band of pale tender flesh until her
fingers rested on my panty-clad member.
"MMMMmmmm," I groaned as she squeezed it.
Carmel broke our kiss briefly and smiled at me.
"You are a born slut!" she sighed and her face fell back to mine.
I reciprocated and slid my hand under her dress and found her member
sheathed in sheer nylon panties. I traced the outline of her erection
with my fingernail and she gasped in my mouth.
"Michele; you haven't lost your touch," she gasped and pushed her crotch
into my hand, encouraging me to stroke her.
She squeezed me and I took hold of her shaft and caressed it; I stroked
it through the gauzy nylon and felt it pulse and quiver in my fingers.
Carmel began to masturbate me through my satin panties and the feeling
was sublime. I felt so feminine as we mutually masturbated each other,
slowly stoking each other through the silken fabric of our panties as we
kissed and fondled each other. My other hand explored her stocking-clad
thighs and she explored mine.
Then Carmel abruptly broke our kiss. She lay on top of me, looking down
on me; her hands on my shoulders her legs between mine. She stared me
straight in the eyes.
"You are beautiful Michele," she sighed.
"I'm going to miss you."
"I'll miss you too," I whispered.
Her face fell to my stomach and she kissed me there, then she proceeded
to work her way down my skirt kissing me until her lips found the hem.
She knelt between my legs as I lay prone on the bed. Her lips found my
knees and she kissed them. I shuddered.
She worked her way up my thighs; softly kissing my stocking-clad flesh;
her fingers stroked my calves, then the backs of my knees and then her
fingers caressed my thighs. She rucked up my skirt and I lifted my head
to see her face hovering above my groin. She lowered her face and I feel
her soft lips nuzzle my cock through my silky satin panties.
"Oh God!" I groaned as she kissed my shaft and tickled the glans of my
penis with her tongue.
She took my penis into her mouth and I thought I would die with pleasure.
She suckled it briefly through the satin panty material and then she used
her fingers to free my member from my panties.
Unencumbered by my underwear, she took my naked flesh into her hot wet
mouth.
"OOOOooohhhhh Carmel!" I gasped.
I placed my hands on her head and she slowly began to fellate me.
Her tongue found my fraenulum and teased it as her lips locked around the
base of my penis. Then, as she lashed my glans with her tongue she moved
her lips up and down my shaft. Her fingers continued to caress my silken-
clad thighs and I lay back in utter bliss as my hands guided her head up
and down my shaft. She relocated a hand to my groin and she stroked my
scrotum through my panties and gently squeezed while her mouth continued
to suckle my erect penis. I was close to coming.
The sensation of being fellated by this seductive transvestite, whilst
clad in satin, lace and nylon and wearing makeup, perfume, and high-heels
is an experience I still cannot adequately describe. It is pleasurable
beyond belief. As my climax approached I closed my eyes.
"OOOOoooohhhhhh!" I moaned and writhed upon the bed.
I grasped Carmel's head and pushed it into my groin as I ejaculated. She
sucked and slathered my member as my issue unloaded into her warm moist
mouth. Her tongue flickered over my throbbing glans while her lips sucked
my pulsing shaft as she milked my spend from me; her fingers gently
caressed my scrotum to encourage the last of my semen from my scrotal
sac.
My feet drummed on the bed, my high-heels clattered and my body twisted
and writhed with passion as my orgasm raged through my body. The
sensation of the soft sensual lingerie on my tender skin, the feel of
skirt, blouse, hose and heels; the taste and smell of makeup and perfume
intensified my climax a hundredfold. I pushed Carmel's sweet face into my
groin as the last of my issue dribbled from the eye of my cock. She
kissed my slowly deflating penis and my tender thighs. She slid my
lipstick-stained penis back inside my panties and pulled down and
straightened my skirt.
She smiled up at me; still on her knees. She closed my legs and arose and
then fell on top of me. She kissed me and I pulled her close.
"Nice?" she smiled down at me and I nodded my assent.
"Now it's your turn," her smile turned into a grin.
"One last blowjob for old time's sake," she giggled.
I felt her erection through the layers of lingerie, and her skirt; I
reached down and felt her hard appendage through the layers of silk,
satin and nylon. It throbbed in my hand and Carmel smiled and pulled my
face to hers.
Our legs intertwined and our stockings rasped as they come into contact.
The feel of the gossamer garments brushing one and other was
magnificently titillating. Carmel pulled me close and rolled over so I
was on top of her. I kissed her and pushed my groin into hers; I felt her
hard cock pressing against me. She lifted her groin to rub it on my body
and I smiled. Now I was in control!
I lifted up her dress and bunched it around her waist; my skirt had
already ridden up. I lowered my body to hers and our panty-clad members
touched; hers fully erect, mine flaccid but still sensitive. I slid my
stocking-clad legs along hers and I ground my pubis into hers. She sucked
on my tongue and hissed as she felt our satin-clad flesh rub together and
our nyloned legs entwined.
I waned to feel and taste her in my mouth but the feel of our lingerie-
clad bodies rubbing against one and other was exquisite and I didn't want
to stop. Neither did she.
"Oh Michele; you are so beautiful! Mmmmmm I love what you are doing to
me! Please didn't stop!" she begged.
We caressed, fondled and groped each other for what seemed like an
eternity. My hand found her member and it was long, thick, hot and heavy.
Her cock was so large that the head was poking above the waistband of her
panties. I stroked the satin-sheathed shaft before my fingers explored
the pulsing purple head; the eye sticky with pre-seminal fluid.
I couldn't wait any more, and to Carmel's dismay I broke off our embrace
and began my journey down her body; kissing and caressing her until I
arrived at her feet. I kissed her ankles, enjoying the sensation and
taste of her stocking-clad legs. I slid off a high-heel and took her foot
into my mouth, suckling the nylon-sheathed toes. She gasped as I tasted
her perfume and a scintilla of sweat. I ran my tongue under her foot and
she wriggled and writhed as I traced her calves up to her knees, where I
explored the small wrinkles in her stockings at the back of her knees.
"Oh you hussy!" she moaned.
I continued my journey with my tongue and licked her taunt thighs to the
tops of her stockings. I paused to explore the dark welts of her
stockings but was soon on my way again.
I didn't hesitate when I found her hard cock poking out the top of her
panties. I engulfed it with my mouth; pulling her panties out of the way
so that I could get as much of her phallus as possible into my mouth.
Carmel cried out and drummed her heels on the bed.
"Oh you bitch! Suck me you bitch!" she wailed and gripped my head and
pushed me down on her hard cock.
Her shaft felt firm and silky on my lips whilst the glans felts spongy
and malleable. I explored her cock with my tongue, tickling her fraenulum
whilst my lips slid up and down the shank. It took me a while to get my
breathing right as I sucked on Carmel's hard throbbing cock. I didn't
feel in any way homophobic; I'm not a man sucking another man's cock, I
was a sexy tranny fellating my girlfriend. I was comfortable with my
sexuality and could enjoy this experience without the shame or disgust
that I once felt.
Carmel was enjoying my ministrations.
"Oh yessss Michele; suck me you whore! Suck me and make me come!" she
gasped and pushed my face up and down on her cock.
I felt a sense of power even though I was the one doing the sucking. I
slowed the rhythm and then increased it when I felt like it; I sucked and
slathered Carmel's member, teasing her as she writhed and moaned on the
bed. I could sense that she wanted to climax but I held her back, slowing
down the fellatio as I saw fit.
"Oh you bitch! Let me come! Make me come Michele!" she begged.
I locked my lips around the long thick shaft of Carmel's penis and slid
my tongue around the corona of her glans and began to suckle her cock as
my head rose and fell in her lap. I increased the tempo and felt her
penis begin to pulsate in my mouth. She was ready.
I reached up and took her hands in mine and squeezed her fingers as my
cock-sucking reached crescendo, my lips clamped her shaft and my tongue
lashed her glans, bringing her to climax.
"Ohhhh you sexy bitch!" she groaned, and ripped her fingers from mine and
pushed my face down onto her pulsing flesh.
My mouth filled with her warm musky viscous fluid. Carmel was coming in
my mouth. I sucked and licked her quivering pole, encouraging her to
empty her seed into my willing mouth. I swallowed some of her load to
make room for the seemingly endless flood of semen that was erupting from
her cock.
"Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yes!" she moaned as her body writhed and quivered on
the bed.
I greedily sucked the cherished elixir from Carmel's pulsing erection. I
carefully gleaned the last few droplets of the precious fluid from the
eye of her cock as my lips suckled her slowly deflating member. I became
aware that I had sprouted another erection and it was tenting my skirt
and panties.
Carmel lovingly eased my face from her groin and coaxed me up her body so
that once again I was lying on top of my lover; our legs entwined. She
kissed me passionately for a long slow beat and I could taste semen on
her breath, as I'm sure she could taste the same on mine. We kissed and
fondled each other lovingly for a while and then we broke.
"Remember your first transbian sex with me and Charlotte?" she grinned
mischievously.
"We had to force you! Now you could teach us both a thing or two."
"Honey I know you and Steve have had your differences and I won't make
any excuses for how he uses us transvestites; but he's the best deal you
are going to get in Chelmsford."
"Imagine if you were in general population without his protection! Some
fat, smelly Arian arsehole would make you his bitch and punch out your
teeth so he could enjoy your mouth better."
"Take my job and make the most of it; I know that deep down you really
aren't that disgusted with it. I can tell that at some level you like
the power us girls have over the inmates and the guards."
"Angie is safe now; listen to her through the wall, she's obviously
loving the fucking Steve's giving her right now. I'll be working with
her and I'll make sure she's ok and ensure that Carol doesn't get
involved in our sordid lifestyle," Carmel said.
And so I thought about what Carmel said as I listened to my sister
rutting through the paper thin walls of the conjugal visit room.
I still had to serve my sentence; and Carmel was right, without Steve's
protection I would be grist for the mill in gen pop. And so I decided
that once again, I would become: A Lady In The House.
To be continued.
Emely
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