In no time at all Saturday arrived and I was forced to return to the council estate and endure yet more humiliation. I checked and cleansed myself before replacing the butt plug, which had remained in place since Thursday night, and headed back to the site of my torment.
Upon arriving at the house, I found the door ajar, so pushed lightly on the discoloured plastic of the door and I entered the room where I had been abused and fucked just days before. The room seems to have changed and where there had been a circle of chairs, there was just two figures, Carl and a girl who looked about Carl's age. When they turned around I saw that they looked very similar, with Carl unnecessarily informing me that the girl was his twin sister.
Carl then set about informing me of what would be required today. I was to be dressed as a girl and go to the public toilets in the high street, accompanied by the duo, who would record me as I fucked whoever desired me. He then revealed the clothes I was expected to wear. A navy blue spotty dress, a thong, a strange looking contraption to hold up my dick, tights, high heeled shoes and a blond wig and fascinator combination- were all laid out on the table before me. Carl pushed me into a chair and stripped me of my clothes, before allowing his sister Emily apply make up and nail varnish, turning me into a girl for the night.
The process of daubing up my face took around thirty minutes, and soon I was dressed in the dress and wig, with rolled up socks forming my budding 'tits'. Carl pressed a small handbag into my hands and informed me that my name was Charlotte.
We set off for the public toilets on the high street, where I had sometimes seen Carl and his gang loitering in the afternoon as I headed back from school. Upon arriving there Carl and Emily went into a cubicle marked out of order and set up a video camera, leaving me stood next to the urinals waiting for the first to fuck me.
I had not been stood there for very long when an old man of around seventy walked in. I heard Emily giggle and I turned to look at the pair for confirmation Carl nodded and I sidled up to the old man, who was ogling me and said 'Hiya, my name's Charlotte, fancy some fun?'
'Yeah, alright' he leered, 'My name's Bert. I like fun'. I pressed my finger to my lips to silence him and fell to my knees, I took his cock from his beige golf trousers and began to suck. He moaned and grabbed my head, causing the wig to become skewed and I carried on sucking.
After around a minute, I could tell he was close to cumming so I removed my mouth and leaned against the sink, hitching up my dress and pulling my thong aside. 'Fuck me' I begged, acting all the while, desperate for this ordeal o be over. But Bert believed my act.
'With pleasure', he leered, jabbing his cock into my tight arsehole, causing me to moan with pleasure. He continued in this vain, using his old dick to fuck me senseless, well to fuck me anyway. However his age, and the fact that I had just sucked him off caused him to cum, with his sticky old juice rushing up my passage. He finished, and with sweat glistening on his brow pressed a two pound coin into my hand. 'There you go dear', he muttered before pulling his scarf over his face and exiting the toilets.
Carl and Emily came out of the cubicle grinning, showing me my recent sexual exploits.'Please can I leave?' I asked longingly,but Carl shook is head and told me to go and service the next visitor. They formed a steady trickle of people coming into the toilets to use my 'services', from old men, older than Bert, to a teenage boy who looked younger than me, and it was well after midnight when Carl allowed me to leave, telling me to be back at their house the following evening.