It Happened? By Bobbi Ross
I was nervously walking out of the mall. I had been trying on several dresses. I was scanning the parking lot looking for my wife. Where was she? I never come to the mall alone so she had to be out here. I did not remember how I got to the mall. I wondered if I been drinking earlier? Usually I did need to have a few stiff drinks to work up my nerve. Even then my wife Ann had to drag me shopping. I start getting nervous the minute she says " Betty? I saw this sale on the nicest dress for you." She loves to have me shop with her. She always gets a kick out of the way no one suspects my true gender. Even the few times when a saleslady finds out gives her a thrill. Luckily for me that does not happen often, I pass well as female. I have a small frame and soft voice. I have been dressing since I was 16 I have become very adept at wearing makeup and heels. With her help over the years I have learned to act like a proper lady. My mannerisms change the minute I slid a dress over my head. No longer am I Joey I become Betty.
Where is she? WHERE is she? I suddenly remembered her threat that one day I would have to fend for myself as a woman. She did not do that, did she? I couldn't believe that she left me here alone miles from home. I took another look around the parking lot. I just knew that I was left alone. I started walking across the parking lot. My heels clicking on the pavement. If I knew I was going to have to walk like this I would have worn lower clunky heels instead of the three-inch spikes that I was wearing. As far as that went I would not have worn this long pleated gray skirt and teal long sleeve blouse. I knew I looked nice not slutty but I also knew that someone dressed like I was was going to attract attention. I had only walked a few miles and already my calves were aching. I was not used to such a pace in these heels. I could have walked slower but every time I thought of slowing a carload of young men would whistle as they drove by. I was afraid that the next car by might just stop and ask if I needed a ride!
In front of me was an older bar that we had been by many times. It had an old gray brick front and a door painted black. I checked my purse and found my billfold. I had the idea that I could stop in the bar, find the payphone and call home. Enough was enough. She thought this was funny leaving me out here alone. I would give her an earful! Then she had better pick me up. I was flushed at the thought of fighting with her when I got home. How dare she! I stepped in the dim, smoke filled bar. There were maybe six or seven people at tables or at the bar. I walked to the bar to ask for change and if there was a payphone. Even over the music I heard my heels clicking on the tile floor. I expected everyone to stare as I strode across the floor. The bartender did not say a word as I meekly asked for change. Then he pointed at a backroom for the phone. I was never so glad to see a phone. I dialed quickly. The phone seemed to ring forever. I was about ready to begin shouting when I heard the phone picked up. Only it was not my wife exactly. She changed the message on our answering machine. I heard "Beep........ Hi dear. I am not home. Have fun walking. We will talk about it when I get home. Click......" I stood there staring at the phone in my hand. Now what am I going to so? I knew I didn't have enough money for a taxi. There were many taxis on the street. I wondered if they would drive me home and allow me to pay them when I got home? I hung up the phone. When I turned I noticed I was not the only person in the back room. Two men were playing pool. Large, strong, looking men with tattoo's on their arms. I knew I was in the wrong kind of place. As I gathered up my purse one of the men stood in front of me. "Hey babe. Want us to by you a drink?" I tried to say excuse me and walk around him but he sidestepped into my path. "What is the matter? Think you are too good for us?" I whispered. "Please let me go I am in a hurry." My heart was in my throat. "Why don't you make a little time for us." A voice behind me said. I jumped and tried to turn. It had to be the other man in the room. I felt his arm around me, then his hand across my mouth. I tried to scream but over the music being played in the bar I was sure no one heard me. I was dragged to the far corner. It was very dark. I wondered if anyone would come back here and see what they were doing. " You're going to suck my friends cock for being so rude to him." I could not respond. I was pushed to my knees. In front of me was the biggest cock I had ever seen. I opened my mouth and took him in. His hands were holding my head. My virgin mouth was being fucked. On the in-stroke I was gagging on that monster as it tried to get down my throat. I was holding his big nuts, sucking and licking trying to get this repulsive act over with. I felt my hips lifted my skirt flipped over my back. I started struggling against what I knew was coming. The more I struggled the louder the beast fucking my mouth laughed. I felt pressure on my virgin ass. I expected him to say something about my little penis in my panties but he did not. I braced for the pain I was sure was going to come. He pushed into me. When I moaned dejectedly the monster cock rammed down my throat. I gagged. My ass did not hurt like I thought. They were taking me on both ends. I never knew what a woman experienced. I was dismayed that I was becoming aroused. They were both grunting away. In minutes they were picking up the tempo. I knew that any second I was going to be filled with cum. Still I did not expect the flood of thick spunk filling my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could to keep from drowning. With a final hard thrust my ass was being filled at nearly the same time. I felt it tickle my stomach. As well as down my thighs as he pulled out. So much for being a virgin. I thought dizzily.
I sat on the floor as they zipped up and disappeared into the men's room. I wasted no time in getting myself together and running for the exit. I was running and running and running. I was not getting anywhere it seemed. I KNEW that any second other men were going to come into that small room and have their way with me. My legs kept getting tangled in my skirt. I was struggling with my long skirt and then... Buzz...buzz...buzz...buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. I groggily pressed the snooze button. I lay there in my nightgown, my legs tangled in my long nightie. My wife was snoring lightly next to me. I rubbed my face as the memory of that dream (nightmare?) faded away.
(the end)