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Short Story

To begin, perhaps a brief recap of my life in recent times might be helpful.

After years of dressing alone I had finally been brave enough to meet John, a lovely mature admirer of CD/TVs like me. Our first meeting had almost inevitably led to me losing my T-girl virginity in a long afternoon and evening of dominant (by him) passion.  Our relationship rapidly developed into me becoming his part time “wife”, looking after all his manly needs at least twice a week.

Our relationship had moved onto a new plateau when he introduced me to his long time friend, Rob. He was a man tied into a deeply unsatisfying marriage, where sex had long ago become a thing of fading memory. John had decided that one of my duties should be to give Rob what he had been missing for so long. So, after arranging a dinner party where I was starter, main course and dessert, my new role was to be Rob’s regular whore, so he could relieve himself of years of frustration.

So that brings me to where I am today. Over the months I have become almost a full time “wife” to John, spending most of my time at his house, dressed and available to him at all times. I have even reached the stage where I answer the door to the postman or to receive deliveries for John – he does seem to take pleasure in ordering things that require me to answer the door to strangers! And for Rob, I seem to have become his weekly source of pleasure, where he can use every part of me to forget his frigid wife – he doesn’t even wait for John to be home now, just arriving when he feels the need to bury his cock in my willing mouth or my, by now, well-used love tunnel. 

I was happy with these arrangements – I could dress as much as I wanted, had two lovely but dominant men who both wanted me and loved me in their own peculiar ways, and had a sex life of which most girls (of either gender) would be envious . But now I learned that I was about to be taken to a new level of degradation and humiliation – one that my two lovers had planned for weeks!  

My new surprise

For many years John and Rob had both been members of a small, private men’s club that meets regularly in a large country house owned by one of the members, a retired city businessman who had made his fortune in property and was now enjoying the benefits. Every month they had a dinner party at the mansion at which no women were allowed – “it’s a boys only thing” said John.

So you can imagine my surprise when one evening, as John was fucking my girly hole and Rob was enjoying the warmth of my mouth, John suddenly announced that I was to accompany them to the next dinner. “You will be the star of the evening” said John, as I made a questioning mumble, my mouth full with Rob’s hard manhood preventing anything more coherent.

Over the rest of the evening it was explained to me that I was to attend the dinner with them but, once there, my role was to be waitress/maid/barmaid for the evening and to look after the needs of the men who would be there. After my past experience when John has talked about “looking after needs” I had a suspicion the evening was not going to be without incident!

Come the day and my two men both paid a lot of attention to me. They both helped me apply my hair removal cream and shave those bits where cream shouldn’t go; then they showered me; and afterwards applied my various moisturising creams to my whole body. They only stopped once when the application of moisturising gel to my pert bum became too much for both of them, and for a few minutes I was bent over the bed and remorselessly fucked by each of them in turn. As soon as they were both satisfied they carried on with pampering me and helping me to dress as if nothing untoward had just happened.

They had chosen my outfit for me naturally. Firstly a little lacy half cup bra, with a matching thong that only just held my girly clitty in place, and a gorgeous six strap, deep cut suspender belt that perfectly framed my ass, with the T of my thong nicely nestled between my cheeks. Black silk stockings and high stilettos finished the first stage of dressing.

Next a very tight, short black dress was squeezed into and John slowly pulled the zip up the back, fondling my ass cheeks as he did so. Finally a little white lace apron was tied around my waist and a small maid’s cap fixed to my head. “Perfect” said Rob as he grabbed my breast and gave me a loving kiss on the lips.

“Oh, one last thing before we leave” said John. “Bend over that chair, pull your dress up and your thong aside and spread your ass for me.” I assumed this was to be one more fuck before we left, but much to my surprise it wasn’t a hard cock that penetrated me but the hard nozzle of a plastic tube. “Just a bit of lube,” said Rob “just in case there is no time later!” 

Off to serve

With that, I was led out of the house and helped into Rob’s car, the cool feeling of the lube inside me giving me a strange sense of foreboding as I slid onto the leather seat. But now it was too late to back out and off we went to whatever fate had in store for me.

After just ten minutes we turned into the gates of a large Victorian mansion house, and pulled to a halt outside an imposing front door. Already a number of cars were parked on the gravel drive, suggesting we were not the first to arrive.

John helped me from the car, straightened my skirt and apron for me, adjusted my cap and then smacked me on the bottom and said in a firm voice, ”Right in you go - time to start work. You have a bunch of hungry men to attend to!” The way he said “hungry” did nothing for my nerves!

We walked into the house and through to a large room with comfortable chairs and sofas, a small bar in the corner and a large table laid up for dinner. And eight men were standing there looking at me, as John and Rob ushered me in to their presence, lust on every face it seemed. 

“This is the help for the evening” announced a large florid faced man, coming towards me with a leer on his face. “As you all know this is a men-only evening, but John and Rob have very kindly offered us their plaything to provide some feminine company for us – without breaking our men only rule!”   

This statement was met with raucous laughter and a number of humiliating comments about me to Rob and John – clearly my part in their lives was no secret to the men attending this dinner! I could see what the likely outcome was going to be, even before the red faced host smacked me on my ass and pushed me towards the bar to start serving champagne.

Waitress service

Within minutes I found myself standing surrounded by a group of ten middle aged or elderly men, ranging in age from 45 to nearly 80, with my hands full with a tray of champagne. It seemed the first hand groped my bum within seconds of me arriving with the drinks, and from then on there was an almost continuous fondling of my ass and legs.

After a while I found myself standing next to a comfortable armchair in which sat the oldest member of the group, a sprightly old man with a very lecherous smile on his face. Suddenly I felt his hand sliding up my leg until it found the bare flesh above my stockings. After stroking my thigh for a second or two his hand continued its ascent until he was caressing the cheeks of my ass, alternately squeezing, pinching and stroking. With his other hand he then started to push my legs apart so I was standing with my feet spread and his first hand now reaching between my thighs to fondle my T-girl clitty.

The next thing I realised he was grabbing the hem of my dress and pushing it up to my waist so my legs, stockings and suspenders and my little thong were all exposed to the gaze of the leering gang of men. But that was not enough for him, with one tug my thong was down to my knees and his hands were back to my ass, spreading my cheeks and in practically one movement sinking his digit into my exposed anus!

“Oh well done John,” he cried, “The girl is already lubed up!”  “Don’t worry” replied John, “we have brought plenty more with us.”

 For the next 10 minutes I was groped and fingered by each of the men in turn, my dress pushed higher up my waist with each manhandling. Eventually John pulled me to him, kissed me full on the lips (so nice!) Then he turned me round, undid my apron and unzipped my dress and let it fall to the floor. “Let’s take that expensive dress off before you soil it” he said. As I stood there in my undies, apart from my thong which was long gone, he re-tied my apron around my waist.

“Right girl. On your knees!” John ordered, and obediently I sank to the floor, naked from the waist down apart from my little apron and my stockings. The men gathered round and I could feel the nervous tension as they waited for the florid faced leader of the group to take his rightful place at the front of the queue.

He stood before me, opened his zip and pulled out an enormous rigid cock (which raised a round of admiring applause from his cronies) which, without any preliminaries, he forced into my mouth and drove it hard to the back of my throat, making me almost gag from the size and brutality of his attack on my mouth.     

After what seemed an eternity, he withdrew his rock hard rod from between my already chafed lips and stepped aside, letting the next man take his place in my mouth. And so it continued until John and Rob had also taken their pleasure in my gaping mouth. Then I was unceremoniously dragged across the floor on my knees to the waiting old man in his armchair. By now I was beyond caring and so willingly dipped my head into his lap. I took his surprisingly beautiful and very hard cock between my lips and for the first time that night gave a man the full benefit of my oral skills – for which I earned a round of applause and a very hard smack on my naked butt.                        

Dinner is served

I may have had my first course of chunky meat, but now it was time for the gentlemen, if that is what I should call them, to have their own dinner. A buffet had been set for them, and as they helped themselves to the food, I was ordered to resume my wine waitress duties. As I passed around the table, leaning over to fill glasses, I was almost continuously subjected to prodding fingers sliding into my now stretched anus and hands grabbing and tugging my erect girly clitty, so my little apron stood out before me like a small tent.

Finally, as they started their desserts, John spoke up and said “On the floor girl and get under the table – there are some big cocks down here waiting to be attended to – get that mouth to work again!”

So once again I sank to my knees, crawled under the table and found myself confronted with ten pairs of legs, each with pants around their ankles. Ten rigid members were standing to attention waiting for me to lick and suck my way around the table. As I moved from one rigid cock to the next, holding and pumping one in each hand while I sucked the one in front of me, hands still explored my ass and love tunnel, even taking the opportunity to push more lube deep into me.

At last dinner was finished and now I was to discover what the after dinner entertainment was going to be - me!    

Used and abused

Without any apparent discussion, the table was rapidly cleared of the debris of the meal. Then, each of the men stripped off his clothes so I was confronted by ten naked men, each with a large and very ready cock aimed at me. Strong hands then gripped me by my arms and legs, and bodily swung me onto the table so I was laying on my back with my legs and bum hanging over the edge. Once more strong hands grabbed my ankles and pulled my legs up and apart so that my vulnerable ass hole was completely exposed to every man’s lustful gaze.

Once more the head man took pole position, standing between my spread legs and pressing the head of his big cock against my lube-dripping sex hole. Much to my shame, I could feel myself pushing back against the big purple crown, wanting him to drive it into me and fuck me – and as he did so, with one powerful thrust of his hips that nearly split me in two, I cried out, a mix of humiliation and joy, “Oh, god yes – fuck me please!”   

He drove into me with power and uncaring brutality, fucking me like I had never been fucked before – two men holding my legs spread and bent up to my chest while he smashed his balls against my ass and screwed his rod deeper and deeper into me. I felt his cock become even more rigid, the head seeming to grow bigger still, and then, with a roar of relief and lust he spurted his load deep into my aching man cunt, seeming to fill me to my anal ring with his glorious cum.

Now the leader was sated, the fun began in earnest for the others. Suddenly I found myself with another man buried up to his belly in my t-girl cunt, two more cocks being pushed alternately into my gasping mouth, and two more in each of my hands. To complete my humiliation, or was it lust, another man leaned over me and took my own erect clitty into his mouth and began to suck my own juices from me. Six different men using me all at the same time – not including the two men holding my legs apart – something that in my most erotic dreams I had never imagined or expected.

Now the merry go round started. Each man in turn taking his place between my  spread thighs, driving his cock deep into my now gaping hole, a mix of lube and male cum oozing out with each push in and pull back of a rampant tool. My mouth was constantly filled with solid male meat, my hands feebly trying to wank more male weapons, and my own clitty wet from the attentions of yet another male mouth.

My lovely old man

As the evening began to reach its conclusion, and by now I was in a semi-comatose state of ecstasy and shame, all the men had come in my poor, over-used ass, except for the old man who had been the first to insert his digit into my willing ass. It felt like that was a lifetime ago but was really only a few hours.        

As I lay there, free of all other hands for the first time since they had dumped me on the table, he moved between my legs. They hung limply over the edge, spread of their own volition, and with a stream of male juices trickling from my open ass hole. Gently lifting my legs by my ankles, he raised them up so my feet were on his shoulders, slid his big elderly cock slowly into me and leaned forward to give me the most beautiful kiss as his manhood sunk fully into me and began a smooth but powerful pistoning of my rectum. He stood back up straight, still sliding in and almost completely out again as far as my anal ring would permit and, as he fucked me, he took my girly clit in his hand and began to pump it in rhythm  with his own thrusts.

It was the most wonderful feeling. My ass had been fucked so hard and for so long by so many cocks that I am sure he could hardly feel it as he slipped in and out of the cavern-like hole the others had created. But he kept up his lovely pumping of my anal passage and wanking of my own rigid clitty, until, suddenly, I felt him tensing, his thrusts becoming more urgent, and I knew the moment had arrived.

With one final thrust deep into me he exploded and what felt like years of accumulated sperm erupted in my bowels. At the same time I cried out with relief as my own juices spouted forth and splattered on my bra and garter belt, and dribbled down onto his lovely old fingers as they stroked me till I was empty.

As his now flaccid, aging tool slipped from me, Rob stepped in with his phone camera and took several close-up shots of my still wide open hole, a steady flow of cum sliding out of it and down the crease of my ass onto the table.    

As I was pulled off the table, and almost physically carried by John and Rob from the house to the car, each member of the exclusive private house party lifted my hanging head, kissed me sweetly on my lips and tucked a fifty pound note in my bra.

Not only had I been set up as the evening entertainment for these lucky men, I had been pimped to them and had become a whore for their enjoyment, This probably means they will want me back again in the not too distant future. How can I say no when I have taken their money and their cum!

 My lovers helped me into the car, still only wearing bra, garter belt, very laddered stockings and heels; my little apron, maid’s cap and expensive dress, were all folded into a bag that was thrown in with me.

The final degradation

As we arrived home I was slumped across the back seat, my legs spread and cum still dripping out of me. The sight was too much for both of them – in turn they climbed on top of me, as the car sat on the drive in full view of any watching neighbours or passing late night dog walker, and gave me one last fucking to add the final humiliation to my night.

Oh, I just can’t wait to be invited back so I can be gang bang fodder once again. I am their willing t-girl whore, happily looking after every need and degrading demand that my mature gentlemen make of me! It just takes ages for my gaping t-girl love tunnel to get back to normal, but that isn’t helped by John and Rob having their daily use of everything I have to offer!!

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