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Part 2 of 3
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The story so far:
In the summer of 1982 I was a very femme New Romantic hitch-hiking from
my internship in Belgium to Brighton for a couple of weeks surprise
break. After a couple of lifts an English Trucker who offered to give me
a lift the whole way to London picked me up. After I flirted with him,
thinking he was straight, he told me that because he had signed me on as
his drivers mate to the ferry, that i had to stay the night in the truck
until he got Customs clearance. The cab had two bunks, but he decided
that we should share the bottom bunk, where he fucked me hard, leaving
me with numerous bite marks and his seed filling me. The next morning on
the way to London he asked me to go and spend a couple of days with him
in London....
"So then, come up to London, I'm not heading out for two days, I can
drop you at the top of the A23 on Tuesday morning?" "I'll show you a
club or two where I am tonight and tomorrow, I've some friends I'd love
to introduce you to."
"I don't know, do you think that's a good idea? What will they say?"
"They'll say that I picked myself up a really cute boi, that's what."
"Your friends won't mind you've picked up a boi then?"
"Why would they? most of them are gay."
"I don't know if I can, I've got nothing clean left to wear."
That's no problem, I've got a washing machine, you can do the laundry
and throw your things in with mine."
"Let me think about it."
"OK but not too long, we're heading up the road soon, and either I'm
dropping you by the roadside as soon as we get somewhere convenient for
you, or I'm heading straight to the depot."
I finished my breakfast in silence, looking out the window occasionally
glancing over at this man who had so thoroughly ravaged me. I knew what
I was going to do; I picked up my bag and headed over to the ladies.
I sat in the stall for a couple of minutes, thinking about what i was
about to do, then i removed my tampon, satisfied that i wouldn't be
leaking too much anymore, pulled up my knickers and harem pants and went
to look in the mirror. The welts on my neck were still possible to see,
even with the foundation, but I decided that they didn't look any worse
than love bites I'd had in the past, so just left them, I re-did my make
up. heavier eye liner, outside the lash line, not just along the wet
edge. I used my liner to add definition to my brows. Added some blusher,
added a darker brown shadow to my lids to give a smoky look and lined my
lips before adding a tinted gloss. I looked at my nails and realized
that I didn't have time to put on a coloured polish, but the clear
varnish still looked good, so i just quickly shaped my nails. I took
some gel, shaped and spiked my hair, letting it drop across my right eye
and swept back on the left, letting the large geometric earring I'd put
in my left ear glint in the light. I looked at my watch realizing I
might be taking too long, so quickly finished and went back out. "My
driver" was still there, finishing his tea.
He let out a low whistle as I walked back towards him.
"OK," I said. "If I'm going to stay with you for a while, you better
tell me your name."
He smiled, and laughing said, "I'm really pleased, my name's Mark, and
of whom have I had the pleasure of fucking?"
"Stephanie," I said, pleased that my make up slightly hid my blushes.
"If you are ready, shall we go?"
"Yes great," I said, wanting to get moving before I changed my mind.
As we went back out to the truck Mark had his arm wrapped possessively
around my skinny waist, (I had a 25" waist back then) and he lifted up
into the cab, his hands on the bare skin of my waist, my blouse hanging
loosely. I sat back, and watched as Mark went across the front of the
truck and swung himself up into the cab, god knows what I'd let myself
in for, no one knew where I was, no mobile phones back then.. but I
leant back into the seat, luxuriating in the thrill of the moment, and
admired Mark's muscled physique. As we pulled out of the caf? and on to
the main road, leading up to London I pulled out my nail polish and
painted my nails a deep crimson, i didn't think I'd need to be that
androgynous for a couple of days and I inwardly cursed myself for only
packing a few tops and knickers. It meant I only had a light bag, but it
also meant I was pretty limited in clothes, but I reckoned I could make
the best of what I had.
Every so often as Mark cruised the big truck up the motorway he dropped
his hand to rest on my thigh, gently stroking, then slowly moving across
to my inner thighs and gently pulling my right leg towards him. I bit my
lip and willingly opened my legs for him again, his hand now also
pushing my left leg away while caressing my inner thigh. He never went
near my cock, he simply ignored it. As I became ever more turned on I
moved my hand up under my blouse and started to caress my nipples,
feeling them sore but erect.. I lifted my fingers to my mouth and wet
them with my tongue, then went back to my tits, wetting them so they
hardened even more. With the passion built up from the night before and
the intense feelings Mark's hand was building in me I came hard, no one
touching my cock which was tightly tucked back in my knickers. Now I
knew I'd have stained my pants, but no matter I would clean them soon
enough. The streets of London were quiet as we drove through them on the
Sunday morning, nothing open except the newsagents.
We got to where Mark's depot was and he started to act a little nervous,
he pulled over at a bus stop and told me to wait for him there and that
he'd be back in his car. It was a hot sunny day, I had my bag and I
reasoned that if he'd changed his mind then it didn't matter, I could
easily hitch from there. After a good half an hour I was starting to
decide which was the best way to go when a black XR3 pulled up. Mark
threw open the door and said to hop in. We were going to meet some mates
of his at a pub for lunch. I really didn't want to do that until I'd
washed my harem pants and I told him so. Mark looked over and said OK,
his flat was on the way and we'd try and get them washed and dry. A few
minutes later we pulled up at a nondescript midrise block, somewhere in
south London, I really didn't know London that well with the exception
of the West End. I followed Mark up a flight of stairs and along to his
Flat. It was really nice inside, pretty cool for a truck driver I
thought and pretty big too. I quickly found his washer and dryer,
stripped off my pants and put them, along with my dirty knickers and
blouses in the washer and started it going. The timer said an hour so I
found Mark in the sitting room and told him we'd need at least an hour
and a half to get ready. He wasn't happy..
"What was wrong with your pants the way you were you little tart?"
"I had cum stains on them."
"I didn't care, your bum looked cute just the same."
"but I did, it felt wrong."
"my mates are expecting us in half an hour, couldn't you have just dried
them?"
"It's a bit late, I'm sorry."
"Look, I might have some jeans you can borrow, belt them tight and
they'll be OK, it's just that I want to get down there."
I followed him into his room and he threw a couple of pairs of jeans on
to the bed, I didn't have a belt with me, so he threw a belt over too. I
pulled them up my long smooth legs, and I knew that boyfriend jeans
could look cool, but these were just way too big around my waist and
were too short, even with my pixie boots. I rested my hands on his hips,
looking up into his eyes
"Why don't we just stay here? I'm sure I can entertain you?"
"Look Stephanie, I'd love to spend the whole time you're here fucking
that cute little ass of yours, but I haven't seen my mates for a while
and I need to find out what's going on for the next couple of days, once
we've been down there I'll certainly be making sure you are full again."
I tried to get the jeans to look OK again, but they just wouldn't.
"Is there anywhere open I can just go and buy something?"
"Don't be a stupid love, this is England, remember, everything's closed
except the corner shop today."
I asked him where the shop was and while he got himself showered I ran
down to the corner shop in his ridiculous jeans. As I'd hoped it was run
by an Indian family and running the shop that day was a woman who was
about thirty. Ten minutes and five quid later I was heading back to
Mark's flat in a Sari style skirt, much better. Mark pulled me into the
flat when I got back, cupping my ass with his hands and kissing me
deeply, then backed me to the wall in the hallway, holding my wrists
together in one hand above my head, his tongue touching every part of my
mouth. When he came up for air I said that I thought he wanted to get
going soon, or would he like to fuck me? He said that seeing me in a
skirt really turned him on but that yes we needed to get going. I
quickly went to the bathroom and touched up my lips and then followed
him out to the car. I quickly went through his tape collection and
pushed Dare by the Human League into the cassette deck..... everybody
needs love and adventure...... how true.
We pulled up outside a pretty standard looking London pub and Mark
opened the door going inside with me following behind. Just about
everyone in the pub was male and they turned to look as we went in, my
initial nerves subsided when Mark was greeted by everyone, and as we
made our way into the crowd I felt quite a few hands on my bum. There
were a couple of other young femme guys there, although I was the only
one in a skirt. There was a lot of leather and a lot of the guys were
really buff, the moustaches told me I wouldn't be getting any hassle
from the queer bashers. Mark was soon deep in conversation with a bunch
of guys, a large glass of wine was soon in my hand and i was given a bar
stool. Mark was standing beside me with one hand on my leg chatting
away, the guy the other side of me had his hand on my bum. He was a big
man, typical early eighties gay with a leather jacket, tight T-shirt and
moustache. Mark looked over at him, knowing what he was doing and
laughed.
"Can't you keep your hands of any little tart that comes in here?"
"Maybe you can try her out later, is there anything happening tonight?"
"Sorry Mark, she's a cutie though," he said smiling down at me. "There's
just the normal club night."
"OK we'll see you there."
I looked back at Mark and asked him if I had any say in who I went with
"Yes of course you do love, and you can always hitch home if you want
to."
After a while we said our goodbyes and headed back out to the car, I
wasn't convinced that he should be driving, but I was certainly in no
fit state after three glasses of wine, so I just reclined the seat,
turned up the tape player and enjoyed the ride back to his flat. Mark
had his arm round my waist as we went into his flat and as he shut the
door he whirled me around and against the wall, kissing me deeply;
"Now where were we earlier?"
He cupped my ass in his big hands and lifted me so that my legs wrapped
around him, my skirt bunching up around my waist. Still kissing me he
carried me through to the bedroom and threw me on to the bed. With the
passion of an animal he pushed my skirt up and tore off my knickers,
throwing the ripped fabric on the floor. I lent forward and urgently
pulled his belt undone and his jeans open, I needed to feel full. He
kicked off his jeans and pushed me back, opening my legs wide and up to
my chest.
"You want this you bitch don't you?" "You want to be fucked you little
tart."
"God yes, pump me full."
This time he grabbed some vaseline from beside his bed and roughly
spread it on my ass, he went in to me hard and smooth, I could feel
every inch of his length and his width as he once again ploughed into my
ass. His first thrust was deep inside me and he kissed me deeply, then
I sighed as he pulled out. just as his head was at my sphincter he
pushed hard into me again, over and over slowly building up his speed. I
put my hands over my head, gripping onto his bed frame as he rammed into
me again and again all the time repeating that I was his tart, and his
bitch. I felt him tense as he pumped his come into me filling me again
with his seed, then slumping on top of me. I was as hot as hell and
wanted more, so as he rolled off me I wriggled down the bed to take him
into my mouth. He moaned at first that he was too sensitive and not now,
but I gently, gently kissed his cock and balls, butterfly kisses up his
shaft until he slowly started to get hard again. This time I was in
control and i licked around the rim of his helmet, flicking the tip of
my tongue into his pee hole and then swallowing his meat whole,
alternating between gentle light kisses and hard sucking.
As I looked up at him there was a flash and a whir as a polaroid camera
spat out a photo. He got harder and harder, his hand now on the back of
my head pushing me down.
"Yes bitch, that's right, come on suck me you tart, god yes you've got a
sweet mouth, as sweet as your cunt, you bitch, god yes, like that oh
fuck yes." And I was rewarded with a mouth of hot salty cum, I felt my
own wetness on my thighs as I'd cum hard while sucking his cock.
I lay beside him as he stroked my hair with one hand while his other
rested on my bum, running his hand over the silk of my sari. As I looked
up at him he grabbed a packet of cigarettes from beside the bed and lit
two, handing me one, we lay in the sunlight smoking in silence.
Eventually I sat up and went to go and sort out the laundry, him
smacking me on the bum as I went by. The stuff was all clean, but
soaking and I hung it on his line on the balcony hoping it would be dry
in time for the evening. As I went back in Mark was in the kitchen bare
chested in his jeans and I went over to run my hands over his muscles
again. He handed me another glass of wine and kissed me lightly, then
gently pushed the slash neck of my blouse down and kissed the darkening
bruise on my shoulder.
"I like that on you, it reminds me you're mine," he said.
"Look," he said, "we've got a couple of hours before we go out again,
you're going to want to get changed, why don't you take a bath and I'll
get some Chinese, I know you didn't like my jeans, but I think if you
look around in the cupboards my wife left a couple of things, they might
fit you."
"OK thanks, see you soon."
Mark left me with a deep kiss pulling me into him with his hands on my
ass. I wandered through to the bathroom and started to run a deep
bubblebath, looking forward to soaking myself clean. While I was waiting
for the bath to run I shaved the few light hairs on my face, legs and
underarms and then decided to have a look in the spare room. I stopped
the bath, not wanting it to overfill and went through to look. At this
point I should say a few things about my style at the time, I wasn't
dressing as a girl, I was simply dressing as me, a new romantic whose
style was something between Japan circa Adolescent Sex and Boy George.
If I wore skirts, which I often did, they weren't fitted or short
skirts, they were long and flowing, more gypsy style, I didn't own a bra
as I liked my slim smooth boyish chest. I had dressed as a girl as a
young teenager, but now was happy to be on the femme side of
androgynous.
Mark's wife's clothes were not what I was hoping, she was older than me,
and firstly had only left stuff she didn't want and secondly, everything
was clearly female, typical early 80's a couple of RaRa skirts which
were no longer in fashion for anyone over fourteen, leggings, leg
warmers and some patterned blouses. Then at the back there were a
couple of dresses still in cleaners bags and some shoes, all court shoes
and a pair of cork espadrilles.. In the chest of drawers were some old
T-shirts, a pair of Sasparilla jeans and some underwear, Oh well, at
least I could get some knickers I thought.
As I soaked in the bath and washed my hair, I felt the warm water soothe
my skin and I gently washed the bruised skin around my neck and tits. I
day-dreamed a little and then got out and decided to try some of the
stuff on for a laugh. I towelled myself dry, found a hair dryer and
styled my hair, using gel to hold it in style, wrapped the towel around
me and wandered next door. The leggings and leg warmers looked stupid on
me, I felt like Olivia Newton John, the RaRa skirt could work I thought,
although I didn't like them that much, I did like the way they made my
legs look. I thought I'd go for broke, looking in the cleaner bags, with
nothing to lose. One was obviously a work suit, knee length skirt and
jacket in navy blue.. not my thing, in the other though was a very
pretty burgundy dress. It was short, only midway down my thigh and had
military style buttons and padded shoulders, if it was my size I'd try
that on. I opened the zip and slid it up my body, perfect size but no
mistaking it was a woman's dress, it felt great and I turned to look in
the mirror. The problem with wearing a dress like that was that I now
looked a bit odd, flat chest, bare legs no jewellery except my earrings.
I went back over to the chest of drawers and soon found what I needed, a
matching bra and knickers, 34D, that should fit, and some black tights.
I took the dress off and quickly put on the bra and knickers, then
rolled the sheer tights up my legs, I'd forgotten just how good that
felt. I quickly found some more tights to pad out the bra and slipped
the dress back on, much better! But now I didn't look like me, I looked
like a girl and I loved it, now I needed shoes, the dress had a low
squared off neck, so a necklace would be good too. I found a cheap
costume necklace which was chunky enough and looked OK and I went to
look for the shoes. As I went back over to the wardrobe I heard the
front door, Mark was back, but I wanted to surprise him.
"wait in there, I'm almost ready."
"OK, did you find anything, she didn't really have your style?"
"You'll see."
I found some black courts with about a three inch heel, they were a
little tight but not bad, she wore a size 6 and I'm only a 7, so with
the sheer tights they were OK. I went over to the mirror in the room, no
subtlety this time, dark eye make up, 80's style blusher on my cheek
bones and deep red lipstick to go with my dark red nails. I quickly
teased my hair up again and I was ready.
"What do you think?" I asked as I stood in the door to the kitchen where
Mark was sorting out the Chinese.
"Christ, you look amazing! Ali hardly ever wore that, she said it wasn't
her style but bloody hell it looks good, you've got tits too, the guys
will be all over you tonight. Come here, let me taste those lips."
"Not yet, I don't want to spoil the lipstick."
"bugger that you tart, a pretty dress and you even act like a woman."
I laughed, but Mark came over and pinned me to the counter, he pushed
his leg between mine and took my mouth with his.
"That's better, now come over here."
He walked into the lounge where he sat on the sofa, pulling me behind
him by my wrist. He sat down and I expected to be pushed to my knees,
instead he pulled me onto his lap, not sitting, but face down. Oh fuck I
thought, what have i got myself into now. He pulled the tight skirt up
over my arse and pulled my tights and knickers down to my knees.
"So now you're a girl that wants to play hard to get? So then I'll treat
you that way."
The first blow with his open palm was a shock.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I asked outraged.
"Shut up bitch, you might enjoy it."
Again and again the slaps hit my ass and I could feel it glow, after ten
or more I could feel the tears running down my face, taking my mascara
and make up with them, what the hell had I done, I should have just gone
to Brighton. Again and again he spanked me until he was satisfied, all
the time I could feel his hard cock in my belly. Eventually he stopped.
"Now stop crying, go and fix your make up and we'll have dinner."
Just like that, no sympathy for my glowing bum, no softness, I was going
to have to be careful and I knew I'd be heading back to Brighton first
thing in the morning. I used a cold wet cloth to calm the redness around
my eyes, pulled my knickers and tights back up properly around my ass
and carefully re did my make up. When I went back into the living room
he acted as if nothing had happened, bastard. Dinner was quiet and when
we'd finished he said to grab my bag we were going to the club. I
decided now wasn't the right time to ask him what the club was like.
I sat carefully in the XR3 as "Love Action" poured out of the speakers.
In no time we were in the local town centre, I don't remember but
probably somewhere around Streatham. It was a fairly unimposing place
from the outside, just a door with a load of obviously gay guys hanging
around, some going for the chaps look, most in tight T-shirts.
"What's the girl doing here?" asked the doorman.
"That's OK he's with me" said Mark.
We went in and the sounds of Tainted Love pumped out, I still love that
track. Mark guided me with his arm round my waist until we got to the
bar area. Loads of the guys were dancing and I asked Mark if he wanted
to, he didn't so he went to get me a wine and I went to the dance floor
loosing myself in Marc Almonds soft voice. I recognised the guy from
lunch time, he made his way over and shouted that he loved my new look,
I smiled back and the song segued into Marilyn Dreams by B-Movie (what
happened to them?) I made my way back to the bar, Marks friend slapping
my bum on the way, god that hurt.
He joined us at the bar and Mark told me his name was Dave. Mark pulled
me into him for a kiss as I put my wine glass down on the bar, I felt
Dave behind me, his hands running up and down my sides. Mark lifted his
head and in one smooth motion spun me round on my heels so I was facing
Dave.
"Taste her, she's good."
Dave held me tight, his hands on my ass, I leant back on to Marks chest
as Dave kissed me his tongue running over mine, and invading my mouth. I
felt his hands move up under my skirt and his hands cupped my ass, one
finger running up and down my crack.
"There's plenty of time," said Mark to Dave as he came up for air.
"I know," laughed Dave. "I'm looking forward to fucking her though."
He went off and Mark handed me my drink, we began to wander around the
club, there were quite a few couples up against the walls and everywhere
the music was pumping. As I finished my first glass, a second appeared
almost immediately, soon I was flying.
We made our way to the dance floor and Mark was dancing close to me, my
hands were on his back inside his white T-shirt, his were on my bum
under my skirt.
"we've got to make some changes here, go to the ladies and take your
tights off, then put your knickers back on."
I had no idea what he was up to, but after my earlier spanking I wasn't
going to argue, I found the ladies, where some of the cute femmes were
doing their make up and did what Mark asked, going for a pee at the same
time and deepening the red on my lips.
Back on the floor Marks hands checked straight away.
"Much better," he said as I felt him push my knickers down a little.
Mark slowly pushed a couple of fingers into me as we danced in the
pulsing lights and I hung onto him. Lust for Life by Iggy, was playing
as I realized that Mark was talking to someone over my shoulder.
"You got any wetness Dave?"
I felt another pair of hands on my ass, lifting the hem of my dress as
Dave smeared something cold into my cunt. I looked at Mark questioning,
he smiled back at me.
"just go with it baby."
I felt Dave behind me and he pulled my hand round to him, wrapping my
fingers round his cock which was much fatter than Mark's, thank god he
lubed me was all I could think as he pushed the head of his cock into me
on the dance floor. Mark stood back a little, grinning like a cheshire
cat as Dave started to pump into me. In what seemed like no time at all
I felt Dave start to tense and then felt the warmth of his seed as he
pumped me full of his cum. Dave pulled my knickers back up and turned me
towards him, pulling me to his mouth I kissed him deeply.
The three of us made our way off the floor to a slightly quieter area of
the club where a few couples were making out. Mark introduced me to
another couple of his friends as his new tart. He pushed me over to them
and sat me on the lap of one guy who immediately had his tongue in my
mouth. The other guy asked Mark about the love bites on my neck.
"Yeah she loves it rough the little bitch."
As soon as he said that the guy who was kissing me dropped his mouth to
my neck and started marking me and his mate had his hands on my legs,
pulling them open. They pretty soon pushed me to my knees, one pulling
my knickers off and stuffing them in my bag which I miraculously still
had. I pulled the zipper down of the guy who was still sitting and
started to blow him while the other guy pushed himself into my ass,
pushing his mates cock deep into my mouth as he pumped into me. pretty
soon I was trying to swallow all the guys come as his mate gripped my
hips and filled me yet again. They high fived Mark, said thanks and
pulled me to my feet. Mark told me to go and fix myself up as I looked a
state.
In the ladies I took stock, my make up was smeared, I had cum on my chin
and my chest, I could feel the guys cum running out of me and my hair
was a mess. I grapped a tampon from the machine and put it in before I
pulled my knickers back on before fixing my make up. There was no
covering up the love bites on my neck, but then Mark had said he liked
them.
I walked back out as soon as I looked OK and saw that there were loads
of guys making out, one guy grabbed me as I went past and pulled me into
a kiss.
"Thank god you're a boi, I thought I was going straight when I fancied
you" he said as his hands went to my ass. Mark was behind me again and
this time I felt him be the one to push himself into me again, pressing
on my shoulders to go down on the guy in front of me. He was still
pumping into me as the guy in front pulled out and covered my face in
his cum. Mark called me a dirty bitch as he filled me again. He wiped
away the jism from my face as we walked back over to his mates where
another glass of wine waited for me.
We chatted a while, the guys asking how we'd met and what I was doing on
the Monday. I remembered my tanned ass and thought I'd be hitching down
to Brighton but agreed as they talked about meeting up the following
evening. We said our goodbyes and Mark and I made our way back out to
the XR3, the pale light of dawn already showing in the height of summer.
Alma
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