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Chloe at the hotel When I arrived at the Birmingham hotel on that cold February night, before my usual three-monthly visit to clients in the area, I was surprised by how busy the lobby was for the time of year. There were a lot of large trunks on trolleys waiting to go up to the rooms, and as well as several suited men there were three women in the lobby having a drink together. What caught my attention was that they were all attractive and wearing thick fur coats, thrown off their shoulders in the warmth- a black mink, arctic fox and red fox respectively. At reception I asked what was happening, and the woman told me that there was a convention over the next couple of days in the conference suite. "It's a furrier convention," she said, wrinkling up her nose in disgust. She disapproved of fur. "I hope it won't be noisy," I said, "I have to get up early tomorrow." "No, they're not usually noisy- although there will be a dinner tomorrow night." "Ah, good, I can lie in after that before I go," I said. I was fascinated by the women in their furs and probably stared at them as I walked over to the lift with my suitcase. They looked so sexy, laughing and toasting each other- perhaps they were models who loved furs, or at least didn't mind being associated with them? Or perhaps the wives of the delegates? If they noticed me at all they might have wondered why my suitcases were both so big as I was only staying a couple of nights. As I got into the lift I wondered what their reaction would have been if they knew? I have a secret. Ever since I was a young boy I have loved women's clothing, and especially furs. Every time I go away overnight from home I have an orgy with myself, and this time was no different. I collect my big suitcases from a storage depot, go to my hotel room, order a room-service meal and champagne, get into a satin dressing gown and after half an hour of looking at crossdressers on my laptop to get me in the mood, I get naked. I then open the first case and take out my stash of very sexy lingerie, satin and silk dresses, wigs, handbags, long black velvet and satin gloves, fascinators, sheer stockings, stiletto shoes, boots, false lashes and makeup. The thrill of holding the lingerie and dresses to my naked skin, sipping champagne, especially after a few weeks absence, is tremendous. If I am not already erect by then I certainly become erect when I do that. Then I turn to the other case. In here are my furs! I pull out my sumptuous crystal fox jacket, and hold it to myself, moving my naked body against it, and the smell, the perfume and the animal mingled, the sight of my skin and the fur in the mirror, and above all the feel of its softness against me send me into a swoon of lust which does not abate for the rest of the evening. And then there is a string of thrilling pleasures to come- into the bathroom for the careful preparation of my body and the warm, silky bath, the meticulous shave and cream of my face, clipping on the black bra with its subtle breast forms, the pulling on of a satin slip (with slits trimmed with white rabbit fur I made at the front and the back), suspenders and stockings, the making up of my face, already looking like a sexy woman, my penis waving in the mirror, the choosing and placement of the wig and maybe a fascinator or little veil, sliding into a satin or silk skirt or dress, cramming my feet into high-heeled fuck-me shoes or boots, pulling on my long satin gloves, a quick spray of perfume, and finally clipping on of a choker, earrings, bracelets and rings. Each act of transformation thrills me- both the feel and look of what they do to my image, and the wonderful sense of both transgression and release. Finally I am ready. I strut out of the bathroom and pull on a fur coat- maybe my long black mink, which rustles so beautifully as I draw it over my silky clothes, and look at myself in the big mirror. I am tall, so although I'm a bit overweight, the picture I see is of a voluptuous, fur-swathed woman, whose every accoutrement screams of readiness for sex with a man! This moment- the first full view of my altered being- a tall, curvaceous, call-girl from a wet dream- is just the beginning of my night of pleasure, a night of caressing myself with furs, drinking wine and watching films of shemales and crossdressers being sucked and fucked by hunky men, sliding dildos in and out of my creamed anus, and of course, all the time masturbating myself with my long satin gloves... This night was no different, and at its end I finally collapsed onto the bed, now naked except for stockings, suspenders, long gloves and my crystal fox fur jacket. I slept deeply, shagged out. ****** When the alarm woke me, as usual, just the act of turning to shut it off made the fur move against me and set me instantly alight and rampant again. So with a rush of desire I rolled onto my front, grabbed a still-moist dildo from the bedside table, and slid it into my anus under the fox furs. My erect cock needed only a brief touch before another gorgeous orgasm overwhelmed me as I spurted into the sheets, moaning with pleasure. I flopped back down, panting and, at last, satiated. After a few minutes to recover I began work clearing up. As usual, I had a lot to do before I was ready to come down - folding up all my sexy clothes and putting them away, locking my suitcases, scrubbing my face clear of all makeup, tidying and generally restoring my life to "normal." Then I went down for a swim before a late breakfast- my first client meeting was at noon. Mid-morning on a weekday, there was no-one in the spa so, refreshed by my swim, I thought I'd spend a few minutes in the Jacuzzi. I loved the water pulsing against my body, and lay back thinking of the coming night. My thoughts strayed to the gorgeous girls in the lobby, and then the thought that the hotel was full of beautiful furs. I began wondering if there was going to be a fashion show, and whether I might sneak in to see it. I let my eyes close and pulled my trunks to one side so that a jet of water played tantalisingly on my anus. Then I leant back, an arm stretched out on each side of me along the edge of the tub. I could feel my cock hardening. Suddenly I heard a splash, and a voice. "Mind if I join you?" An older man- late 60s, but tall, with a moustache and grey hair was climbing into the Jacuzzi on the other side. He had a bit of a paunch but was quite good-looking. He had little body hair. "No- not at all," I said, carefully sitting up away from the jet. He introduced himself as Richard, and told me he was attending the convention. We got talking, and I told him about my work. I asked him about his. "I run a big fur factory in Romania," he said. I was surprised. "I thought it was a very poor country?" "Yes, it is, but labour is cheap, the mountains are cold, and there are some very, very rich people there. It's actually ideal for furs. Do you object to them?" "Er, no, no I don't," I said, "I think that as long as the animals are well looked after it's fine." Then I felt brave enough to say, "In fact, I think they look very nice on women- like the ones in the lobby last night." "Who? Ohh- them! Yes, they do look nice- they're with some of the delegates. You think they look sexy, do you?" "Oh yes!" I said, my heart suddenly thumping. Why was I talking like this with this complete stranger? "I agree," he said, "furs are the sexiest clothes on earth. Does your... wife...or partner..have any furs?" I must have blushed, because without waiting for an answer he went on "I'm sorry, I should not have presumed..." and then he suddenly got up and came and sat next to me! "I couldn't help noticing how much you were enjoying the jets earlier," he said, quietly, leaning forward so he was almost touching my ear. And then a great shock went though me as his right hand firmly grasped my still-turgid cock under my trunks. I started away from him with a cry of astonishment, but his other hand was round me and held me there. "Don't worry," he whispered, "I'm not going to hurt you." And he quickly pulled my trunks back to one side, bodily moved me back onto the jet of water so it was right on my anus, and then slipped his hand into my trunks and grasped my cock in the water and started gently masturbating me! I shut my eyes and froze, terrified. This wasn't happening! I said nothing but didn't move. I could hear his breathing in my ear, the rushing of the water, and I felt the jet of bubbles on my shaved anus but most of all his hand on my penis, which was growing and growing. "You like this, don't you?" he whispered. And then his tongue actually went into my ear. I couldn't help but melt into his embrace. I was on fire with the feel of his hand on my cock, his tongue slobbering in my ear, and the jet of water threatening to become a sexy enema at any moment. My head began to loll against his face, and I leant into him, wantonly, my eyes still shut. "I saw you come in last night. I saw you look at those girls all dolled up and with their lovely furs. I've been around furs all my life, and I know a fur-lover when I see one. You love furs, don't you?" And then his tongue was back on my ear, sucking my earlobe. "Mmmm," I murmured, my body now pressing against his. I let my hand come off the edge of the Jacuzzi and onto his bare shoulder. The first time I had ever touched a man - literally breathtaking. I thought I had stopped breathing altogether. "And I saw your big suitcases, too. Don't be shy. You dress, don't you?" "Yes," I whispered, transfixed by what was happening to me- to my body, to my mind, and especially to my prick, which had never felt so hard. "And you especially love to dress in furs, don't you?" I nodded. I put my left hand on his, on my shoulder, and with my right I found myself stroking his back, and sliding up towards his head. If anyone came in they would find us, an older man masturbating a slightly younger man in a delicious tete-a-tete, almost about to kiss. The thrilling thought of being caught swept away any restraint I had about confessing to this stranger. "Yes, and you want to be fucked in fur, don't you?" It was too much. I opened my eyes and turned to him, seeing for the first time his piercing blue eyes, his grey moustache, his sensuous lips. "Christ, yes, I want you to fuck me in furs!" I almost shouted, and pulled his face to mine for my first kiss with a man, my body sliding over his in the water. My tongue went into his mouth and halfway down his throat as I writhed on top of him, moaning with lust. His left arm swept over my back and pulled me to him, while I grabbed his torso with both of mine, leaving his right hand still stroking my cock. Then I could feel his erection against mine, and instinctively my left hand dived down, under his trunks, and -another ecstatic first- my fingers encircled his erect penis and I started masturbating him. Then, suddenly, we heard the door of a cubicle open, and footsteps. We disentangled in a flash, and he slid away from me. But it was a false alarm- a door opened and closed, and no-one came into the Jacuzzi zone. We both laughed, panting, but did not come towards each other again. "I don't think we can carry on here," he said, "and we've both got work to do today. Can I come to your room tonight?" My heart was thumping with fear and joy together. "Yes, Richard," I said, smiling. "Can I dress for you?" I loved the sound of my voice speaking this, proclaiming the new me, the me that invites a man to come and have sex with me dressed as a woman. "Fuck, yes," he said as he stood up. "What shall I call you?" I knew already. "Chloe," I said, also standing. "Room 344. What time?" "Late, I'm afraid Chloe, after the dinner. Say around 10?" We were both looking at each other's erections under our trunks. I felt suddenly a bit awkward. But he knew what to do. He reached down and pulled my hand up and kissed it. "Until 10, Chloe," he said. And then he grabbed a towel and left. After a few heart-thumping moments I did the same, my cock aching with unfulfilled desire. ****************** How I got through my client meetings and the rest of the day I do not know. I have never been so excited in all my life. I was in a trance, tingling with both terror and lust all day. By six o'clock I was having dinner- in the dining room for a change- and I could hear the convention racket next door. The thought of Richard in there was not calming. Would he come? Would he want me when he saw me? At seven, feeling tense and anxious-I had no appetite- I went to my room and ordered some champagne and canapes. I had three hours to wait! I decided to calm myself by getting ready early, and embarked once again on the long, sensuous ritual that I loved so much. Before my cr?me bath, however, I made absolutely sure my pubic hair, and any round my anus, were completely gone- that I was as smooth between the legs as I had ever been. I had an enema kit with which I had practiced before, and so I made sure my rectum was empty. Then kneeling in the warm bubble bath I slowly inserted an oiled dildo- the biggest I had ever managed- into my anus. My cock leapt as I felt it filling me, pushing against my prostate, and the memory of Richard's cock in my hand combined with the sensation inside my body started me off. My terror at what was going to happen was in retreat, hotly pursued by the gorgeous lust of my wanting him- wanting him inside me. From then on I relished the hours before he came, taking as long as I could over every step of turning myself into the sexy woman I knew I could be. By ten o'clock I was sitting on a chair in my room, fingernails and toenails painted, perfumed, jewelled, in my favourite blonde bob wig, a sexy red satin dress, the rouched front bulging suggestively below my waist, sheer stockings, four-inch patent heels, long black satin gloves and swathed in my wonderful crystal fox fur. I was putting the final touches to my lipstick and makeup in the main bedroom mirror. On the shelf was a bottle of lube, ready. My heart was thumping, but I had wisely only had enough champagne to make me just a little squiffy. Next to me on the laptop a long sissy hypnosis video was playing softly. When I thought my face was fixed, my gloved hand could not keep away from my erection, nestling in the satin of my dress, through the magic slit at the front of my slip. Now I was only thinking of whether Richard would come after all- I yearned with all my being for that knock on the door- the knock that would take me further down the road to happiness than ever before. ************** It came. I got up, and sashayed over to the door. "Yes?" I called, softly. "It's Richard." The sound of his voice suddenly pierced me with fear. This was the last moment that I could stop this happening. Once he was in my room, I was done for- I would never turn back. But something made me open the door. He was wearing a dinner jacket, smiling, a long garment bag over his arm. "You look gorgeous!" he said. "Hello," I said, my voice choked with fear, "come in." And with those words my life was changed forever. It all happened so quickly. I stood back to let him pass, and he hung the garment bag on the rail while I shut and locked the door. Then he turned towards me as I turned towards him, and suddenly all my restraint, all my fear vanished. The bodily memory of our kiss in the Jacuzzi flooded over me and I stepped up to him, reached up with my gloved and jewelled hands and drew his face down to mine, my red lips open, and kissed him, my tongue once again dancing wetly with his in his mouth, which smelt and tasted deliciously of cigars and alcohol. His arms were all over my soft fox fur coat, sometimes pulling me closer, sometimes caressing my cheek with the silky fur collar hairs, sometimes sliding down to caress my silk-sheathed buttocks or pull them closer to him so our groins were hotly pressed together. The kiss went on for ages; I found myself whimpering and he was now quietly moaning, too. My penis was throbbingly erect, and I could feel his, just as hard, under his trousers. I loved the fact that I was exiting him! We broke off for air, both panting. "Let me look at you, Chloe, darling," he said and took my hand and led me into the main bedroom area, and then guided me out on front of him and let go of me. "You are fantastically sexy, you know that, Chloe?" he said, looking me up and down as he took off his dinner jacket. "That's a lovely fur- it suits you." "But I've mussed up your lipstick, darling- we can't have that!" He picked up the lipstick and a tissue and gave them to me. I leant forward over the table under the mirror to see- and yes, my mouth was a red mess. I wiped the old lipstick off and started applying more to my lips, and then saw him in the mirror behind me. He had dropped his trousers and pants and was just in his evening shirt, and his cock- fortunately not too long, and circumcised, was pointing straight at me, just behind my bum, which I was provocatively wiggling to the music on the hypnosis video as I worked on my mouth. I was thrilled by the image in the mirror- my own made-up face, framed by dangling earrings, the gleaming choker, the crimson lipstick in the black satin-gloved and jewelled hands, the gorgeous fur collar up, and behind me Richard's erect penis being encased in a condom and then covered in lube. He started caressing my buttocks under the red satin of my dress as I moved. I could hear the thumping music on the video, which was still running, together with a sexy male voiceover. "You want it. You want it. You want his cock. You want his cock. You want his hard, hard cock. Where do you want it? You want it everywhere. You want it in your hands. You want it against your cock. You want it touching your lips. You want it against your wet tongue. You want it in your hot mouth. But mostly.... mostly...mostly.... you want it touching your rosebud. You want his hard cock pushing in... pushing in...hot, hot, hard.. pushing into your body. You want to be shafted. You want to be fucked, fucked, harder and harder, for ever and ever. You want nothing else in the world...nothing but his cock in you, fucking you..." I was transfixed by the image of his cock in the mirror. He was looking straight at me, his mouth slightly open, visibly excited by my submissive and wanton position, bending over the table, wiggling my bum at him, my sheer stockings rising up to the hem of the short satin dress, and under this the hem of my black slip. He pulled up the dress and gasped as he saw the fur-trimmed slit in my slip, with my naked anus, glistening with oils and creams, ready for his glistening cock. He looked back up towards my face in the mirror, and my eyes locked with his. "Darling Richard," I said, my buttocks still moving gently to the music, "please fuck me!" And he did. *************************** I won't be able to tell you about every thrilling moment of my first night dressed in furs with a man. I won't be able to tell you of every one of the stunning things I saw, both directly and in the hotel room mirrors as the night went on. I won't be able to tell you of every one of the sounds I heard- the swishing of fabrics and furs, the moans and murmuring, the groans and grunting, and the terrible wicked things Richard and I whispered to each other. I won't be able to tell you of every one of the things I tasted- the wine, the canap?s, his lips, his mouth, his fingers, his hot cock, his semen, my semen. I won't be able to tell you every time my heart leapt with the feel of his touch or his kiss, his body, his fingers, his cock, his balls or his anus. I won't be able to tell you of every pleasure my cock received at his hands, or every filling of my rectum by his fingers, dildo or erect prick. But when I look back on that fabulous night, the night I learnt so much about myself, some peak moments stand out. Of course the first was when I was leaning across the table, lipstick on my lips, my now-naked anus exposed beneath the lovely fur, when the tip of his cock first nuzzled my rosebud. I wantonly held his gaze in the mirror, smiled at him, and carried on putting lipstick on, despite the thrill of feeling its heat against me. I had never had anything so hot between my legs. Then his hands were on my fur-covered back as he slowly and skilfully eased his erection in and out of my anus, deeper and deeper each time, and with each thrust a little cry of pain and pleasure left my lips. My own erection was immensely hard, pushed down through the satin onto the wood of the table. And then I dropped the lipstick and grabbed the table to hold myself steady as his cock finally ran right inside me with one big thrust. But I kept on looking into his eyes and he into mine, as he began to push in and out. The pain was gone now- all those years of practice with dildos was paying off at last- and my whole body rocked forwards and back. "Yes, darling Richard," I moaned, "yes, yes, fuck me! Fuck me hard!" "Oh, Chloe, Chloe, you're gorgeous, fucking gorgeous!" he grunted as he buggered me. I started clenching my buttocks, gripping his cock each time he withdrew, then relaxing as he penetrated, just as I'd practiced with the dildos. "Fuck, yeah, Chloe, yeah!" he called out. The music had stopped, so now the only sounds were the creak of the table as it rocked with each of Richard's thrusts into me, his panting as he fucked me, faster and faster, and my moans of pleasure as my own cock responded to the sensation of sliding forward and backwards in the satin embrace of my slip, and the fabulous feeling of his prick banging into my prostate inside me. And then, in what seemed just a few second, he closed his eyes and I knew he was coming. He let out a moan out as his whole body wobbled and jerked, his cock moving erratically deep inside me. I could not feel him spurting, but he opened his eyes again and once more we held a lover's gaze as he jerked for a few seconds. Then, without withdrawing his cock from my rectum, he leant forward on top of me, and because he was quite tall I was able to twist my face to meet is, and we kissed again, this time languorously and sensuously, his panting breath on my face, out tongues wetly writhing together. A wonderful post-coital kiss that went on and on until I started getting pins and needles in my arms underneath us and I had to break it. Only then did he stand up and withdraw his cock from my oiled rectum. The feeling of it leaving me was like a delightful shit. I stood up and turned to him. My erection was still as hard as ever under my dress, but I felt quite emotional. This lovely man had given me the most fabulous experience I could ever have wished for, and I was now forever in his debt. On impulse I knelt before him, a worshipper. I kissed his now deflating cock, and gently removed the condom. Then, looking up at him, I squeezed it into my mouth. It did not taste very nice- a bit rubbery, but its slimy feel on my lips was entrancing. Another first! I did not swallow it, but stood again, and while I fondled his cock I drew him to me for another long, slow, wet kiss, as I pushed his slippery semen back into his mouth as our bodies writhed together again. **** The next peak that night came for me after we had been sitting on the edge of the bed, very close to each other, talking about what we liked sexually, and making more and more outrageous plans. I was still fully dressed but he was naked. We were both giggling and yet aroused. We discovered that, apart from always loving furs when we had sex, we had a lot more in common. Any scenario that thrilled one -or both- of us immediately led to more breathless kissing and fondling. We were constantly aware of our reflection in the huge mirror- it was like watching a porn film, but with us as stars and directors. By now I had had several glasses of champagne, and had still to have my first come- my cock was hard and tingling in the fur-trimmed slit of my slip under my dress. "I brought some clothes for you to try on, Chloe- would you like to see?" Of course I said yes. "Ok, take your coat and dress off, Chloe," he suggested, so I stood up in front of him. There was another mirror on the other side of the bed so I could see myself, dressed up like a wanton slut, but my lipstick smeared over my face again with, a slight crust of dried semen. I was standing right in front of him as I slipped off the crystal fox fur, and then bent down to wrap it round his shoulders, pulling the collar up behind his head. "Mmmm, you look as sexy as me now, darling!" I giggled. I stood up again and turned so he could unzip my dress. I peeled it off and it fell to the floor. My cock, poking through the slip at the front, sprang up as it was released, but although visible to me it was hidden from him. I stepped back towards him so all he could really see now were my buttocks under the satin slip, my anus through the fur slit - probably still glistening from sex- my suspenders and sheer stockings. The sight obviously excited him again, for he immediately pushed the slip up and started fingering my anus. "You have a very sexy boy-cunt!" he said, his voice thick. And then I felt his kiss on my rosebud- and immediately afterwards I felt his wet tongue enter me and move about inside me. It was a wonderful sensation! I pushed my bum back into his face and moved it against him, but I did not dare touch my cock- I was saving my orgasm up for him. But he forestalled me, and suddenly removed his tongue and twisted me round to face him, so my cock, standing up from the rabbit fur, was immediately in front of his face. And you know what happened then, don't you? Of course! As I looked down at his face, framed with my crystal fox fur, he took my cock into his hot, wet mouth and as soon as he closed his lips on the shaft my eyes closed, I swooned and came, pumping my jism into his throat- fucking his face, with a mew of delight, my hands all over his head. My orgasm seemed to go on and on, until, at last, I was spent. I pulled back a little, and opened my eyes. His mouth was still round my dickhead, and he was greedily sucking my cum and then fell to licking my cock. I could see he had enjoyed what he had been doing to me because his cock was erect again. When he had got all the semen off it he let it out of his mouth, but still a dribble of spunk was oozing from my hole, which he gracefully licked up as I watched. I had never felt so cherished and desired. Although I was not sure I could give oral sex, I really wanted to try. I knelt down between his legs, and immediately took his erection into my gloved hands, leant down, and began kissing it. It was covered in dried semen from his sodomy with me, and I made sure I licked all of this off as slowly as I could. I pushed my tongue into his hole, and finally took as much as I could of his cock into my mouth. It was difficult, and I gagged a lot, but with my satin-covered, jewelled fingers I masturbated him vigorously as well. Although my mouth was soon pretty tired out, he began moaning and then spurted into my mouth- not a lot, but delicious anyway- as I milked him, sucking and licking. Yummy! And then I pulled my shoes off and we slid onto the bed and lay together- he naked and me in my slip, stockings and suspenders- the crystal fox coat over us, and we resumed kissing, caressing each other, fondling each other's penises, fingering each other's anuses until, quite suddenly, we both slipped into a delicious sleep. But that night I still had more peaks to climb with that man! ***** I suppose I woke about two hours later. I was on top of the bed, with my fur coat under me. The lights in the room were all off, and I was no longer in my slip-only in my long satin gloves, suspenders and stockings. As I awoke I became aware of a fullness inside my rectum. Had I left a dildo in me? I thought, sleepily. It felt lovely, anyway, and my cock was hard again. But whatever it was, it was moving, and then I remembered it all- I was in a hotel bed with Richard, a stranger! And his cock was in my rectum (again)! I moved back towards his body as I murmured "Mmmm, hello!" His arms came around me and he pulled me close, fucking me slowly. It was sore but my cock was loving it. I felt my fur coat half-under us, the soft hairs caressing us as we moved. His hands slid over to my nipples and squeezed them- a thrill went through me at his touch. "Wake, up, darling, we have to play more," he whispered in my ear, "There's lots of the night left to us yet! And you haven't tried on the things I brought." He was licking and sucking my ear as he slowly buggered me. I was in a delectable state of arousal- every part of my body was tingling with sex. "Mmmm, shall I try them now?" I murmured. "Yes, please, Chloe," he whispered, "I think you'll look fabulous in them." I suddenly remembered and reached up to check my wig, Amazingly, it was still on, though god knows what my face would look like. "Promise me you'll come back into me later?" I simpered. I felt deliciously girly, wrapped in his arms against his nakedness, his still cock inside me. "Nothing would please me more," he replied, and after a final breathtaking push, he withdrew slowly from me. Again, that lovely sensation of emptying- almost as lovely as the filling. "I must fix my face," I said as I got out of bed, "don't turn the light on until I'm in the bathroom." He agreed, and I picked up my shoes, grabbed my makeup stuff, a glass and a bottle from the table and went to see the damage. The bathroom light was fierce, and I was bleary eyed. My face was a mess! I poured myself some more champagne- a bit flat and warm, but lovely. I could hear him moving about while I sipped the drink and more or less redid my whole makeup, sitting on a stool with my erect penis sticking up- a sight I knew well, and loved. There was a knock on the door. "I'll pass this in," came his voice. I opened the door slightly and took a plastic bag from him. "Won't be long now," I promised. When my face was finally fixed and my wig straightened, I looked again like an outrageous prostitute. I opened the bag. In it was a black lace body stocking, just the right size for me! I stripped off completely- even my jewellery- and put it on, and then turned in front of the mirror. It was made of soft lace, off-the shoulder, just as I loved, and had long sleeves that ended in a loop for my thumb. It was crotchless so I reached down and freed my cock so it stood erect in front of me, and a large hole at the back, through which my naked buttocks poked, so I could easily slip a finger into my anus. I immediately thought of Richard doing the same, or slipping something even more delicious into me. I oiled my prick and anus in delicious anticipation. I put on my high heels again, and clipped a couple of sparkling bracelets round my ankles. Also inside the bag was a pair of long, black velvet opera gloves, into which I slid my arms- they were lined with satin and looked and felt stunning. I put on more bracelets and rings over them. Instead of a choker I put on a diamante necklace that plunged towards the top of the body stocking, with matching earrings. Finally I put on my long, black mink coat, and shrugged it so it fell slightly off my shoulders and my neck was exposed, like a willing victim for a sexy vampire. I stood there admiring the vision that I had become- a beautiful, sexy call- girl, but a girl with an erect cock sticking out in folds of softest mink! I was ready. I turned the bathroom light off and took my champagne glass, full, back into the hotel room. The side lights were on, but it took a time for my eyes to adjust to the low light. I realised that Richard was on the bed now, naked, masturbating and also sipping champagne. "God!" I explained as I realised more of what I was seeing. And I meant it- he looked like a God, a God on a sumptuous, red fox fur bedspread over the bed, reclining on some pillows against the headboard, which he had covered with my fox fur coat. He leered at me, his fist pumping his glistening tool. I let the mink coat open, and showed him my lace- covered body, grasping my own erection with velvet-covered fingers, and I began wanking, my bracelets clinking as my hand moved. "Do you like my outfit, darling?" I simpered. I felt so girly and naughty. "Fuck, yeah," he moaned, "Chloe, you look fucking fantastic!" I thrilled to his adulation. I turned away from him and swept the black fur around one side of my lace-covered body and folded forward so my naked buttocks pointed at him, and, holding the mink gathered to one side, I started fingering my anus as I carried on masturbating with my other hand. I was watching us both in the mirror. There was I, dressed up in the most sexually provocative way, fully made up with long mascara'd eyelashes, my hair a sexy blonde bob, shimmering pendant earrings and deep necklace, my lips wet and red, my shoulders bare down to black see-though lace, my mink coat rising up on one side of my face, my glistening cock in my hand whilst behind me was a fabulous fur- covered bed ready for sex, and sprawled on the fox-furs was a lovely older man, masturbating as he watched me, lusting after me, wanting my body for sex. I was in heaven. "Come over here," he said, throatily. I turned, let the mink fall down around me, took a mouthful of champagne and walked up to the end of the bed. Then I opened my coat up and climbed onto the soft, red furs. They felt so smooth and cool against my lace-covered legs as I crawled up the bed, my cock dangling down. He spread his legs so I could move up between them, and I stopped at his knees. Of course. Of course I stopped there. For what else was I going to do but take his hand off his cock and replace it with my mouth! And dribble the champagne onto it so I could suck it all up again and swallow. And wank him while I licked and sucked his lovely smooth prepuce. And let my own cock rub against the fur of the bedspread as I fellated him, hearing just his breathing and the rustle of furs against each other as I did so. And I knew when to stop, to leave his cock with one final kiss, slimy with my saliva and lube, and, wildly in love with him now, I knelt and moved each of his legs towards the middle so my lace-covered legs, still with delicious fuck-me shoes at the end of them, were on the outside of his. I then shimmied further up, again feeling that fantastic sensation of fur against my knees, until I was sitting on his groin, the black mink fanned out around us, and his cock nuzzling my buttocks inside their furry cave and my lower legs and knees buried on the softest furs. Of course I helped him put his unsheathed cock onto my anus, and of course I then lowered my body onto it without a shred of fear; we were both now entirely taken over by lust. And then he was thrusting into me, grunting, pounding me from below, making my own cock jump up and down in my velvet-covered fingers as I gazed in awe at my reflection in the mirror behind the bed- a vision of compliant, sissy sexuality, swathed in furs, riding my man- an image which, together with the fantastic sensation of filling in my rectum and the soft caress of the furs all around me brought me to a shuddering orgasm, stretched on and on by his heaving thrusts into my rectum, against my prostate. A few seconds after I had drained my cock over his belly, I bent down and grabbed his face with my velvet-covered hands, found his mouth with my hot red lips and began a passionate, slippery and tongue- filled kiss- as I felt him shudder and come, deep in my wanton body- that went on and on and on afterwards. ************** Later, still panting, we lay together spooned on the soft furs with his cock still inside me, and my mink coat over us. We did not speak, but our hands continued to move over each other and the furs, and sometimes sliding the furs over our bodies, until sleep overtook me again. ******* When I awoke I was alone. It was morning, with light filtering in thorough the thin hotel curtains.. The fur bedspread had gone, the garment bag had gone, Richard had gone. I was still in the body stocking and gloves. I moved up onto the fur-covered pillows and lay back, savouring the scene. All around me was the sensuous chaos that spoke of a wild night of transgressive sex. On the bedside table was a piece of paper, with his email address. I smiled sleepily as I read it. It ended ."RO." Now all I had to do was find my way to a large Romanian fur factory...