What is a girl to do on a night in all alone? Usually just a long bath and an early night, perhaps a little light reading, turn off the light, and if I cannot get to sleep, a little teasing myself.
But this night was different. I had been out shopping and treated myself -- I must have blown a week's wages on clothes and toys, so after my bath I decided to give myself a treat.
I unwrapped a fresh pack of stockings, slipped them over my shaven legs, and then looked around, trying to decide what to wear.
Normally I love black and white, but I had treated myself as a change to pink. A gloriously rich set of pink silk suspender belt, g-string, cami-knickers, and corset top.
I wrapped the top and suspenders around myself, hooked on the stockings, and slipped my legs into the g-string, and adjusting myself, then the knickers.
I stood up and looked in the mirror. A little make up I think. I love to watch myself make up in just my underwear, as I become more and more feminine, so that my the end even I could not guess that in my silky clothes there is 5 foot 6 of tarty slutty dirty man, and that in my g-string there is a 7 inch cock straining already.
But I always like to resist that little bit longer. There is nothing more I wanted to do than to start to touch myself, feel my cock and balls tucked tight into the g-string, already beginning to glisten with pre-cum, to run my fingers up my thighs, past the flowing silk cami-knickers, and begin to probe around the outside of my hole, but I must do things properly!
I looked again in my bags. There was a short skirt, in black, and a blouse that just covered my belly. I carefully, slowly, put these on, and again turned to myself in the mirror. Now I was looking sexy, and I posed and flirted with my reflection, almost beginning to come there and then. I bent down, straining to look as my skirt rode up revealing my suspenders and then past the tops of my thighs, the silk pulled taut aroung my behind. I ran to the hall cupboard for my shoes, and slipped on my heels. I have small feet, and I knew I looked like a very slutty girl out for a night of clubbing and flirting and maybe some real hard cock.
The doorbell rang. I never answer the door dressed, as my neighbours are lovely, and would have a fit if they saw me like this. I ducked down, so my silhouette would not be seen, but the bell rang again. Would I be recognised? I had my hair down, my make up, my clothes, the way I could walk, and I could manage a creditable if husky female voice. Was it worth the risk? The idea excited me, so as the bell rang again I walked slowly to the door, and opened it part of the way.
The two men were wearing balaclavas, I saw as the first ran in, clamping his hand over my mouth, and pushing me backwards. The second had a baseball bat.
`Shut it, and you won't get hurt.' Said the first
`Where's the fucking money?' Shouted the second.
I froze -- as I had not answered I was pushed further, into the bedroom, where my day clothes still lay on the floor.
`Is there anyone else in the house?' Screamed the first
Again I did not know what to do
`'Who else is here bitch?' Shouted the second, raising the baseball bat to shoulder height
I shook my head, wide eyed, and tried not to look at them.
The first seemed satisfied, shoved me onto the bed and pulled my hands in front of me. He pulled out a length of rope and tied my hands together, then my feet.
`Are you going to scream? I don't want to hurt you'
Again I shook my head, and lay still as he relaxed his grip on my mouth. He turned to his partner, and they began to open all the cupboard doors, and turn the draws inside out. I only have a little jewellery as I hardly ever get to wear it in public, but they started to put it into their pockets.
`Is that it? No money? No nothing?' Screamed the second.
Again I did not know what to do. Without thinking, I opened my mouth, and he slapped me around the face so that I fell on my side away from him. I suppose my skirt must have slipped up, as he stopped
`You know I don't think we are wasting our time here though'
I knew what he had in mind. I could see it in his eyes.
I knew that he wanted me to suck his cock. Even though I was afraid I began to realise that this was a fantasy come true. They would never know I was a man, that a transvestite was flashing her behind and baby blue eyes at him, so I sat up.
As he began to unzip his flies, I leant as far as I could towards him, still tied up, and greedily tried to grab his crotch with my teeth. His cock sprang from his trousers. A big black 10 inch beast. As I could not see his face, I had not though about his colour.
Here I was, starting to the head of this enormous black cock in my mouth, dribbling onto my blouse, tied up while his partner watched. He could not believe what he was seeing, and took out his own cock, a little smaller than the first but still enough for me, and pointed it at me, as he started to rub it.
I almost gagged as I took the 10-inch monster in one smooth stroke right into my throat and then again as he began to thrust it, faster and faster. I had to try to keep my balance, and at once they both came, the first filling my throat with gallons of hot thick cum which seemed to fill me up, in my mouth and in my nostrils, as the others shot over my naked belly, and again over my chin.
As they withdrew, I lay on the bed, exhausted and covered in cum, my new clothes ruined!
The second man began to untie my feet, and I felt nervous again. With my hands tied though I had no control, and could only try to crawl away as he began to place his huge leather gloved hands on my thighs. He reached for me
`Why are you trying to get away -- don't tell me you don't want it -- I have seen hookers lower than you at getting cock in your gob'
I squirmed, but the first man held my sides, and the second pulled up my skirt, and then, down my knickers….
He went berserk, slapping me, punching me, and calling me all sorts.
`Fucking Fag -- I ought to kill you -- I am going to beat you black and blue!'
He reached for his baseball bat, but before he raised it to me, the first man let me go.
`What's the problem? We got our rocks off, she is allowed her go'
He turned back to me, flipped me over on my belly, and tied my feet again, this time to the ends of the bed, spread wide apart.
I could hear them moving about, and then I felt the baseball bat.
Its big thick blunt end was pushing at my asshole. My own cock quickly got hard again, as I was certain that this monster of polished wood would never get me open, I just enjoyed the sensation of pressure, but with one almighty shove I felt what seemed like 20 meters thrust right inside me. It can only have been an inch or two, but I could feel my insides pushed up together.
As they pushed and pushed this huge inflexible intruder went deeper and deeper inside me. For the first time in years I remembered the incredible pain of being fucked for the first time, and also marvelled as despite their more and more aggressive pushing and pulling that pain melted into a feeling of warmth and joy, and then shivered and arched my back as they fucked me until I came, gallons of my own cum flying up to met my belly, mixing with theirs, until I fainted.
When I woke, I was still tied by my feet, but not by my hands. I think that even though they were shocked at first, they must have changed their minds. I just knew that my ass was full of cum, so one or I hoped both of them had decided to take the opportunity
I did not report the burglary, as they left everything behind, except my spare keys, so perhaps one night I will hear a scraping in the lock
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