The Knight and the Acolyte Book 8 Chapter 9 The Knight s Passion
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I wandered to my room and so tired from my stressful day I didn't much care
who saw me. Regardless, it had just gotten dark and no one was outside. I
put the key into the lock and went in. Turning on the light, I was surprised
and very happy that someone had left a minibar size bottle of wine on the
table. I don't know who arranged that, but I was definitely in the mood to
drink. I opened the wine and poured it all into a plastic cup. As I hadn't
eaten all day, I was very hungry. I then opened up the package Brenda left
for me and it was a very large salad with a small packet of low-calorie
dressing. I was disappointed, but not that surprised. Brenda has mentioned
lately that I would look better in my maid's dress if I lost some weight.
After eating and drinking the wine, I decided that I needed another
cigarette. I walked to the maid's smoking area. After lighting my Misty, I
noticed that cars were slowing down when passing by. One driver even honked.
I kept thinking that I had been read and they knew I was a male dressed in
women's clothing. After a few minutes, I tried to quell my panic by assuming
that they were just horny men honking at a woman in a maid's dress. Maybe
they had fantasies of getting their houses or apartments cleaned before
getting a blow job. I don't know.
Returning to my room, I took off my wig and uniform and opened the suitcase.
Inside, was a fresh bra and panty set for tomorrow and my pink nightgown as
well as a pink lady's razor and Skintimate. There was also a light blue
silky dress with a pussybow in size 16, so I knew it wasn't packed
accidentally. There was also a pair of Brenda's black heels. Apparently, she
was gifting these to me as well. I had spent many hours wearing this exact
pair while learning to walk in heels. I suddenly thought about the well
discussed idea of a male penis length correlated to shoe size. Her size 9
shoes fit me very well.
When I looked underneath, I was shocked that Brenda had packed something I
hadn't hidden well enough. She had found my dildo. Next to it was an
envelope. Opening the envelope, there was a $10 bill and a note. She told me
that she enclosed the money in case I wanted to get a drink at the motel
lounge. She hoped that I liked the dress she bought me. She said I should be
wearing it when she's picks me up after work tomorrow. And she closed with,
"I hope you don't mind that I packed your boyfriend in the suitcase" with a
smiley face. I folded the note and put it away. I decided to lay down for a
bit.
I woke up a bit disoriented. I guess I wasn't used to hard work and had
fallen asleep in my bra and panties on top of the bed. Three hours had
passed and it was now 10 p.m. I now wanted a cigarette and that drink.
Knowing that wearing my maid's dress wouldn't be appropriate, I pulled the
new dress over my head and replaced the wig on my head. I put the money
Brenda had packed into my purse. Grabbing the lipstick that Sara had put in
my bag, I reapplied my lipstick. My makeup job from this morning had held
up remarkably well. I decided to walk to the lounge which was adjacent to
the lobby of the hotel.
I threw caution to the wind, put on my heels, grabbed my purse and walked
out the door. I lit my Misty and walked out to the main road. As I got
closer, I could here the voices of several women. As I turned the corner, it
became clear to me that these women were all prostitutes. A redhead walked
up to me and demanded a cigarette. I opened my purse and handed her my
Mistys. She took three and handed it back. She then said that she hadn't
seen me before and asked me if James had assigned me to this corner. I told
her that I didn't know any James and I was walking to the lounge for a
drink.
She told me that James was always looking for sissies to work this corner. I
reiterated that I worked as a maid at the hotel and I wasn't looking to
"work this corner". She then told me that the only reason that sissies go to
that lounge was to meet men to suck dick. She told me that if I met James
and decided to work this corner, I could suck dick and get paid for it. She
asked me my name and I told her Vanessa. She asked "Vanessa What?". I wasn't
going to tell her my real name and told her I was not interested in sucking
dick.
There were five other women there listening and all of them burst into
laughter. A black woman quit laughing long enough to say that it was
impossible to keep a dick OUT of a sissy's mouth. A blonde grabbed my arm
and told the others that they should keep me there to talk to James. I
pulled away hard and started walking to the lounge. The redhead then said
the apparently I had balls in the panties that I had on. The blonde then
yelled "and a tiny dick" and told her that James will straighten this out
when he gets there. I walked quickly and did not turn around again.
I walked into the lounge and it was mostly empty and dark which suited me
fine. I found a table near the back. The cocktail waitress came to take my
order. In the most feminine voice I could muster, I asked for a white
russian and handed her the ten. She gave a very knowing smile, nodded her
head and walked off. She returned a couple of minutes later with my drink
and four ones. I handed her a dollar and she left. I felt I could relax. I
lit a Misty and sat there listening to the music.
My calm lasted about ten minutes. I had finished the drink and the first
Misty and lit another one. I figured I would sit there a few more minutes
and then head back to my room. I glanced up and a very large man was looking
at me. He was at least 6 inches taller than me, even in heels and looked
very muscular. I averted my gaze and went back to trying to relax. I counted
to sixty very slowly and then looked up. He had moved closer and he was
still staring. I was getting very nervous. I put out my cigarette and was
getting ready to walk out.
The DJ played a slow song. The large man watching me walked over. He grabbed
my upper arm firmly and pulled me to the dance floor. I tried to pull away
from him, but I wasn't even close to being strong enough. He pulled me
against him against my will and held me there. I could feel his hard penis
through my dress. It was wide and felt like it was a foot long. When I
thought it couldn't get any worse, he placed his hand on my ass and pressed
his little finger firmly through my dress and panties and against my anus.
Then he started pulsating the finger and circling it. My legs went so weak I
quit fighting and actually had to hold on to him to keep from falling.
The song mercifully ended and he led me back to my booth. He forced himself
next to me. He grabbed my left hand underneath the table and guided it to
the front of his pants and made it rub up and down. While continuing to hold
my hand in place, he signalled the cocktail waitress. When she came over, he
said "Bring me a beer and another of whatever this slut is drinking". I was
so humiliated. After she left, he looked at me and said that he was going to
be letting go of my hand, but I better keep my hand on his dick or I would
be very sorry.
The waitress brought the beer and another white russian for me. After I
downed that one another slow song came on. He told me that he requested
another slow song so we could dance again. He also warned me against doing
anything stupid or I could get my arm broken or worse. I knew I was beaten
and followed him to the dance floor. It had a dark corner which he
manuevered us to. He then brazenly lifted the back of my dress and stuck
that giant hand in. I was so grateful right then that I had worn pantyhose.
He continued the massage with his finger. I'm not sure if it was the heat in
the room or I was getting aroused. I was ashamed to say I felt moist.
The song ended and we sat back down. He ordered another drink and told me
that it was time for another cigarette. I lit the cigarette and tried again
to relax. He then said that I didn't need two hands to smoke and drink and
grabbed my left hand again. In horror, I found out that he had unfastened
his pants. He stuffed my hand right into his underwear. He told me that no
one could see under the table and I was to massage his penis and testicles
with no argument.
I wanted to run away. But I did as told and rubbed his dick and squeezed his
balls. I had finished the drink and cigarette and pleaded with him to let me
go to the ladies room. To my surprise, he said sure. I got up. He buttoned
his jeans and then he got up with me. He walked me to the ladies room. He
told me that he would wait right outside for me. He wasn't going to give me
an easy way out.
The bathroom was deserted and I went into a stall. I didn't know how I was
going to get away from that creep and I knew if I didn't, I would get raped.
I had to pee anyway, so I raised my dress, lowered my pantyhose and panties
and sat down. Pushing my very limp very tiny penis through my legs, I
relieved myself and decided to take as much time as I could. Maybe he would
get bored and leave. I thought that unlikely. I wiped, stood up and pulled
up my panties and hose and smoothed my dress. I got out of the stall and
stood there a good five minutes. Just then, a group of women walked in and
looked at my funny as they passed. I thought I'd better just leave.
I then got the biggest break of my life. My "date" was not there and I heard
yelling and an argument coming out of the men's room. There was no way I
would even hesitate and walked as fast as I could to the front door. I heard
and crash and I suspected that he was involved in a fight in the men's room.
I raced back to my motel as fast as my legs could carry me. I didn't see him
behind me and knew I had dodged a bullet.
I ran into my room and locked the door. I was flushed and my heart was
beating like crazy. I was terrified and turned on at the same time. Based on
my desires and the direction my life was now taking, I knew sex with men was
inevitable. I knew I wanted to suck their dicks and get fucked by them. But
there was no way I could or wanted to take that monster dick of that brute
at the bar. But I knew that I needed to train myself to take large cock and
become determined to train myself.
I removed my shoes and panytyhose. I took off my dress carefully not to mess
it up and also not to disturb my wig. I opened my suitcase and grabbed my
dildo. I made a brief search in the event Brenda had packed my lubricant.
She had not. I then proceeded to give my "boyfriend" the wettest blowjob
imaginable.
Realizing I had no right to masturbate as a man, I piled all of the beds
pillows on top of each other, laid face down with my ass on the pillows
aiming up in the air and pulled the back of my panties aside and started
pushing the dildo in. This was the first time I ever did this without my
tube of lubricant. It was slow going and a little painful, but I knew I had
to train myself for cock and lubricant wasn't always going to be avaiable.
After pushing about 20 more times, it was completely in.
Holding the dildo in place, I tried to thrust up into the pillows and back
into the dildo. I firmly put the vision into my mind that it was a man
fucking me. Being somewhat inebriated helped the fantasy. After about two
more minutes, my little dick stiffened and emptied into my panties. I was
completely spent and between the sex and the drinks, I passed out.
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