HITCHHIKING PART 1
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The story so far;
As a feminine androgynous new romantic Hitchhiking back from Belgium in
the summer of 1982 I was given a lift by an English trucker from just
outside Antwerp. After signing me on to the ferry as his drivers mate I
had to spend the night in his cab in Dover while he waited for customs
clearance. I flirted with him during the evening and when we got back to
the cab he showed that he wasn't as straight as I thought and fucked me
hard, leaving bite marks on my neck and tits. I agreed to go and spend a
couple of days with him in London before heading on to Brighton. At his
home he let me wear his ex-wife's clothes as I only had a couple of
things with me. After putting me across his knee for not kissing him he
took me to a gay club for the evening where I was taken by many of his
friends leaving me with spunk in my hair and running down on to my
tights as we went back to his flat in the early morning.
We fell into a deep sleep in his bed when we got back, I'd peeled off
the gorgeous dress and thrown out the tights, but left on the knickers
with a pad in to stop me leaking all over his bed and at his request I'd
left on my bra, which felt strange as I turned in the night trying to
get comfortable with my boobs. I slowly opened my eyes, the sun was
streaming through the window and Mark was clattering around in the
kitchen, he came back into the bedroom with a couple of steaming cups of
coffee.
"Come on sleepy head, it's almost lunchtime."
I groaned and turned over, sitting up, grateful for the coffee. As soon
as I'd drunk it I headed to the bathroom, I looked a state, panda eyes,
spunk still clearly matting my hair, and love bites obvious on my neck,
shoulders and tits. I stripped off my underwear and got into the shower
washing away the traces of the night. When I felt finally clean I got
out and dried my hair, starting to feel OK again I wrapped a towel
around me and went back into the bedroom.
"Look sorry," Mark said. "Only you left all your stuff out on the
balcony, I'm afraid the pigeons roost there and they were in quite a
state, I've put them back in the machine, you'll have to find something
else in the spare room for today."
Damn I thought to myself, I was going to head off this morning, still
I'll just go as soon as the stuff's dry. I went back into the spare
room, found another bra and knickers, knowing there was nothing
androgynous there and then looked for what else I could wear. It was
scorching hot, so the leggings were out, that really only left the RaRa
skirt and a blouse, oh well no one knew me here, so I found a cute slash
neck blouse and slipped the skirt up my legs. I thought if I wore heels
with it at least people wouldn't think I was fourteen. I gelled my hair
did my make up lightly and went back to find Mark. He looked me up and
down and asked me if there weren't any flatter shoes as if we were going
out the heels made me taller than him, which he reckoned was fine in a
club but not so good in the shops. The only choices i had which were low
enough for Mark were my pixie boots, which just looked wrong, or the
espadrilles, which were very young, I chose to go with those. I made
sure to pad my bra out well to get rid of any illusions about me being
underage.
I went back to were Mark had put out some food, I didn't eat anything,
but picked at a couple of bits and pieces, I hardly ate anything back
then. He slapped my bum as I walked past saying that at least I didn't
now look too old to spank, I remembered why I wanted to get going to
Brighton.
"Get your bag then, I've got to go and get some stuff as I'm heading out
again tomorrow."
I picked up my shoulder bag and looked over.
"Ready," and I smiled.
We headed down to Croydon, the best shopping area close to his flat,
Mark needed to get some basic stuff from the sainsburys there, I took
the chance to go into the record store and did some window shopping. I
wanted to pick up the hyped "kissing to be clever," by Culture Club but
it wasn't out yet, so went back to looking in the clothes stores, the
only thing that really caught my eye was a T-Shirt dress, like a long
waisted T'Shirt with a massive red graffiti pattern on it, I though it
would look great over my harem pants, so I went in and tried it on. Mark
reckoned I looked great in it even though I told him I'd normally be
wearing it without the tits and with trousers, but he insisted on buying
for me anyway.
Once we had all our shopping we headed back to the flat, I reckoned by
then my stuff would be dry and I could say my goodbyes, maybe with a
quick fuck before I left. Sure enough my stuff was dry so I packed it
into my bag, Mark asked me if I was going to model the new dress for
him, I could hardly say no as he'd bought it for me.
"Only leave the tits and the bare legs," he called out.
Anything for a quick exit at that point, so I put it on and thought it
looked wrong with the girly espadrilles so put on the highest heels I
could find which were a bright magenta. I went back out where Mark had
his Polaroid camera out, he took a couple of me posing, then he pulled
his zipper down
"Now get over here you little tart, I want a picture of you blowing me
off"
so I got down on my knees and started long and slow, licking around
under his head, then running my tongue down the shaft, and kissing his
balls, kissing my way back up and swallowing his meat. I saw the flash
go off a couple of times before I heard the camera clunk onto the sofa.
He pulled my head up and lay me back on the seat, lifting the hem of my
dress up to my waist and pulling off my knickers. He grabbed some
Vaseline from the side table and lubed me up. Pushing his head inside me
he waited looking into my eyes before he slowly pushed himself in deep.
"That's it you bitch, take my cock, you tranny little slut." "I'm going
to fill your faggot little arse again you tart." "Teasing me with your
fucking legs all day like a bitch on heat." He kept pouring out his
tirade until he tensed and came hard filling me as he promised he would.
"Now go and put that little RaRa skirt on again with some heels." I got
up, went to pick up my knickers, but he told me I wouldn't need them for
a while. I went back into the spare room, and just for fun I did my make
up very young and girly and put the rara skirt on again, and found a
pineapple dance studios crop T to go with it which hung away from my
belly due to the size of the Tits I had. I decided to put my polka dot
scarf on again to complete the look and I pouted at myself in the mirror
as I went back into the lounge, a couple of flashes went off again as I
entered the room, each one followed by the whir as the camera spat out a
print. I went over to look over at the prints which were lined up on the
window sill.
"How do you like the pictures?" Mark asked. "You look like a porn star
in that one you little tart," pointing at a print of me with his cock in
my mouth looking up at the camera with heavily made up eyes.
"I'll share these with my mates at the depot, they won't even know
you're supposed to be a boy."
"I don't know if I want you to do that," I said.
I regretted it as I saw that same look in his eyes.
"I said that now you looked young enough to spank so get over here young
lady," he ordered.
"Fuck you," I spat back.
He wasn't taking that and grabbed my wrists in one of his hands behind
my back, with the other he undid my scarf and wrapped it around them. I
swore at him that he was a crazy bastard but he just said that I was
obviously a foul-mouthed little tart that needed teaching a lesson. He
threw me across his lap and lifted my skirt, no knickers to pull down so
he laid into my ass, the slaps ringing out loud and clear. I sobbed into
the cushion of the sofa as he tanned my bum till I was sure it was on
fire. When he was finished he let me slide to the floor, my bum feeling
so tender on the cheap carpet, my wrists still tied. He got up and went
to the hall to phone his mate Dave to sort out plans for the evening.
It sounded like they were planning to go to get some Indidan food then
head out to a bar but hearing only one sie of the conversation made it
very tough to work out more than that. Eventually Mark came back into
the living room andcame over to me. He stroked my cheek where my tears
had ruined my make-up and kissed the top of my head, then reaching
behind me he untied my wrists.
"Come on love, get yourself dolled up again, Dave and a couple of mates
are going to be here in about an hour, before we go out for dinner."
I went back to the bedroom, this time without being told not to I put my
knickers on, although they were painful on my sore skin. I washed my
face and re-did my make-up, wanting to keep him sweet. I looked at my
bag, ready packed. I looked at another bag in the back of the wardrobe
and stuffed it with the underwear I worn the day before as well as the
dress and heels, then also stuffed in the suit from the cleaner bag and
more of the underwear from the drawers and stood it next to my own bag.
I sensed it wouldn't be popular if I left but knew I wasn't actually
being stopped from leaving. One last look in the mirror, make-up
perfect, the too young blouse and RaRa skirt and the fuschia heels and I
knew I looked like the tart that Mark kept calling me.
As I walked out of the bedroom I heard a knock at the door, and saw Mark
go and let Dave in followed by two other guys I'd not met before.
"Go and get us a couple of beers can you?" Mark asked me.
I went into the kitchen and got the last four beers out of the fridge
and poured myself a glass of wine. I put them on a tray and headed back
into the lounge, realizing as I did that you couldn't see either the
front door or the door to the spare bedroom from where they were all
sitting. I gave them all a beer and went to sit on a chair, but as I
went passed Dave he pulled me onto his lap.
"No sense going over there love, you'll only have to come back here if I
want a piece of that arse, ha ha ha," Obviously amused by his own joke.
Not wanting to make a scene I smiled and let him settle me down, one of
his hands resting possesively high up on my thigh. The guys chatted away
about football, not my thing, with Dave carelessly running his hands
over me and Mark watching with a smile on his face. As Dave's hand went
to my bum I winced, a smirk going across Mark's face as he knew I was
still sore from his spanking. Dave was obviously hot and I felt his hand
go down and pull his zipper down. I was about to get up, but he pulled
me back down, only this time he pulled my knickers to one side and
pushed into me as he settled me down. The guys carried on talking but
now with me impaled on Dave's cock, casually Mark looked over and
remarked,
"Steph's got a great tight little cunt hasn't she Dave, I'm hoping to
take her on the road with me for the next couple of weeks."
"Fuck yeah Mark, you did the right thing picking up this little tart."
I was slowly getting really turned on by the way they were talking about
me and was soon filled with another of Dave's loads. Before I could make
my excuses, Mark sent me over to the other two guys, Paul and Simon, and
told me they looked like they could do with some relief. I stepped over
to them and they had both got their cocks out. I alternated between the
tow of them, blowing one while I gave the other a handjob, finally
rewarded with two loads of sperm in my mouth. I noticed a little had
dribbled onto my blouse but didn't think they'd care. As they zipped up
Mark told me to go and get some more beer.
I went first to the bathroom and put in a tampon, then pulled my
knickers back up and freshened up my make-up, now or never I thought. I
went to the kitchen, picking my two bags up quietly on the way.
Nervously I called back.
"There's none left, I'll just go to the off license and get some, OK?"
"Yeah sure," said Mark, "don't go turning a trick on the way though, the
way you look now."
I heard them all laugh at that, Mark clearly pleased with his joke.
I threw my shoulder bag over my left shoulder and picked up the other
bag and headed out of the door. Hearing the door click behind me I
quickly made it down to the street. I had no idea where I was, and was
clearly dressed to be fucked. Not being very fast on the high pink heels
I spotted a cafe just past the off-license. Thankfully the loo was close
to the door so I went in and locked the stall. Swapping my pixie boots
for the fuschia heels and my hareem pants for the RaRa skirt I could
move quickly again. I went back out into the cafe and ignoring the looks
of the other customers, I went to the counter and bought a cup of tea in
a paper cup and asked
"Where is the Brighton road?"
"Just go to the end of the road and turn left, about five minutes and
you'll come to a major road, that's the A23 to Brighton."
"Thanks," I said, leaving a tip.
I hurried, not sure if Mark would have worked out I wasn't coming back
yet, I got to the A23 quickly and found a good spot near a pull in for a
bus stop. Stood beside the road and put out my thumb.
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