I woke, disoriented, in a comfortable bed. My eyes darted around the room. It was a basement. A rustic wood staircase rose from the center of the space and ended at the ceiling. Beyond the stairs were stacked cases of bottled beer. To the right was a row of kegs, sprouting a tangle of tubes that reached to the ceiling. In a corner to the left was a large motorcycle, a Harley, I think.
In my little area, set up like a bedroom, a pair of night tables adorned either side of the bed. A dresser was opposite me and there was a make-up table with a lighted mirror. This living space, including my bed, sat on a rug over a concrete floor. Despite the drabness of the basement, it was quite cozy. I continued scanning the room and spotted a clothes rack. It was on wheels like in a store. Hanging on it were various black clothes - pants, shirts, leather jacket - but hanging amongst the black, contrasting with it, was my yellow dress.
I gazed at my dress and the black leather and a dream - no, a memory - weaved its way into my head. I recalled being carried down the stairs; the stairs that climbed to nowhere. I couldn't make out the person carrying me. I felt that it was a woman, a big woman, strong enough to carry me. She had lifted me up from a table. I had been passed out on the table. My legs had been spread, my dress was pushed over my hips and my panties dangled around one ankle. It wasn't a dream, but it was hazy. I fought to remember and subconsciously, I did. I knew that even after I had passed out, women had continued to step between my spread legs to fuck me. Some were gentle, some were rough, but all were sexually excited and were delirious with desire. Even in my stupor, that pleased me. And although I hadn't the strength then to be aroused, the memory of it, made my cock tingle.
There was a loud bang and when I looked toward the sound, I saw a rectangle of dim light at the top of the stairs. Heavy boots - motorcycle boots - were the first thing to become visible. Soon legs, in black denim, followed the boots down into the basement. Crotch, stomach, torso - all in black, and all large - blocked the light. The figure was vague, in silhouette. The head came into view as the boots touched the concrete floor and moved toward me. I couldn't make out the person but in I knew it was the one who had brought me to this place. What did they want? What were they going to do to me?
The figure entered the lighted area around my bed. I saw her face. It was the bartender.
"My name's Sally," she said. "Call me Sal"
"What am I doing here Sal?" I asked timidly.
"That was quite a show you and Cindy put on tonight."
"You liked it?"
"Oh, yes," she said and sat on a chair beside the bed. "I can't remember ever being so turned on. I don't usually get hot watching Cindy. But you did something to me that I never felt toward a guy before."
"I'm not a typical guy you know."
She gazed at me with a look that I knew to be desire.
"Do you want to fuck me?" I asked straight out.
"Yes," she hesitated. "Can you dance like Cindy does?
"I don't see why not," I answered as I tossed the cover off myself.
I stood and slipped on my heels. I moved to a spot where the rug still covered the floor but there was space to move. I closed my eyes and pictured my sexy body. I began to gyrate and float and almost magically began dancing as well as any professional stripper. I kept my eyes closed and heard music in my imagination.
I pictured myself with a hard cock up my ass. The cock was motionless. I had to fuck myself. I found the rhythm. I created the motion. My hands went up over my head and then down caressing my body erotically rubbing my tits, hips and ass. I bent at the waist and wrapped my hands around my ankles, my ass pointing at the bartender. I spread my cheeks and gave her a good look at my hole. I heard her breath quicken.
I straightened and turned toward her. I strutted toward her and when our legs touched, I turned my back toward her. I pushed back, squeezing her legs apart. I kept pushing until my ass was rubbing against her crotch. I sat on her lap and wriggled.
"Do you like that Baby?"
"Yes," she moaned.
I leaned my back against her chest and rubbed up and down against her. I spun to face her and removed my bra. I pulled her face to my tits. She kissed my breasts and started sucking my nipples. The feeling was wonderful. My cock was rock hard and I was rubbing it frantically against her.
Sal placed two large hands on my shoulders and with gentle force easily pushed me down.
"Eat me," she said.
I didn't resist. If I had, it would have done no good. She was strong and excited and I'm sure she would not have allowed me to refuse.
Sal unbuttoned her pants and the powerful aroma of her pussy assaulted me. It was pungent and inviting. It had been months since I'd had sex with a woman and I wasn't sure how I would fare. She sat again and spread her legs wide.
"Eat my pussy," she ordered, more forcefully the second time.
I did as she asked and was quickly enjoying myself. She tasted sweet and the warm moistness of her flesh was soothing. I licked her tender pussy lips and soon was pushing my tongue to its limit, as deep into her cunt as I could stretch it. I must have been doing something right, because soon she was breathing heavily and nearing an orgasm. When Sal came, she squeezed my head between vice-like thighs and pulled my face firmly against her pussy with both hands clasped behind my head. I felt as if she was trying to stuff me into her cunt. She shuddered and yelled so loudly, I was glad we were hidden in a basement.
Suddenly, in one fluid motion she lifted me and squeezed me against her chest. I felt off balance so I wrapped my arms and legs around her. She carried me to the bed and placed me down softly. She lowered herself on top of me. She pressed her knees between my legs, spread them apart and then knelt between them. When she reached across me, her large body blocked the light. She pulled a dildo from the night table and lubed it. She lifted my ass and inserted the dildo into me. It was long and wide and slipped deep into me. She left it there and set me back down. It's good that the dildo had "balls" at its base or it might have gotten lost inside me.
"Ohhhh," I squealed, like a virgin. "That feels so good."
"That's cute," Sal teased. "But this is about me. You had better stay hard until I'm done with you."
She lifted herself and straddled me. Then she lowered her pussy and I slipped into her. Wet warmth and softness surrounded my cock. She let all her weight down until her ass rested against my thighs. Her pussy ground down against my balls and forced my cock deeper into her. It also forced the dildo further into my ass, pressing it tight against my prostate. My body convulsed.
She lowered her head to my face and kissed me passionately, pushing her tongue into my throat. I sucked it, mad with desire, trying to inhale her soul. She pushed on my shoulders and forced our lips to separate. She put her mouth beside my ear.
"Say you love my big cock filling your pussy," Sal whispered.
"I love it," I answered honestly. "I love your big cock in my pussy.
Sal ground down against my cock again. I was helpless. She was in total control and I was thrilled. She released some of her weight and my cock slid a few inches. She lowered herself again and then raised herself. She had established the rhythm and was soon thrusting herself into me harder and harder.
I don't know exactly when it happened, but something in me clicked. Before, whenever my ass was getting fucked, I always knew I was pretending. It felt great, but I knew I didn't really have a cunt. Even though Phil, Natalie or the men from Frank's were fucking me, it was still my ass. Now I had a cunt. The way Sal fucked me was different; she thrust herself into me, firm and hard, driving, filling me every time she slammed her weight between my legs; she was huge, she towered over me, she manhandled me, she tossed me about like a flimsy toy. I had a cunt, she had a massive cock and it was buried deep inside me. It filled me. It was driving me mad. I wanted Sal to cum inside me. I wanted Sal to fill me with her cum. I loved how she was making me feel and I feared couldn't live without her.
My orgasm was divided between brain and body. My body orgasm was earth shattering. I convulsed and writhed. My mouth contorted. My arms flailed and my legs kicked. My chest heaved.
My brain orgasm was calm and serene. I had found paradise. Birds were singing and the sun warmed me. My lover was deep inside me and always would be. She was a part of me. She was me and I was her. I felt warmth flowing out of my groin, my cunt, my ass. It was blissful.
Sal was beautiful. I stared into her eyes as she orgasmed. She was loud but I couldn't hear it. Her body shuddered and I felt content, happy to be the vessel of her joy. We slept in each other's arms.
When I opened my eyes she was dressed in black leather.
"Get up," she said. "I gotta get you over to Natalie's."
Her eyes followed me as I got out of bed and stepped into my panties and bra. My stockings we still on. The elastic tops had remained clinging to my thighs all through the wild fucking. I slipped on my heels and wiggled my ass to the clothes rack. I dropped my yellow dress over my head and straightened myself. When Sal saw that I was ready, she headed for the Harley. When she reached it, she turned, expecting me to be right behind her. Instead, I strolled to the make-up table and lifted a brush to my hair. I stroked it while pouting at her. Then I sat and applied lipstick and brushed on mascara and eye shadow.
"Can you please hurry-up," Sal pleaded.
"Here I come lover," I said as I stood and walked to her.
When I reached Sal, I stood on tiptoe and kissed her quickly.
"I know you want me to look pretty for you," I cooed. "Are you taking me for a ride on your bike?"
My girly sweet tenderness melted her annoyance. She pecked my lips and slipped me a little tongue. I moaned.
"Do we have time for a quickie?" I asked.
"I'd like to," she said. "But Natalie's waiting."
She started the motorcycle and told me not to move. She went to a big steel door and strong-armed it open. She returned to the idling Harley and nodded for me to follow as she pushed it through the door.
We were in the alley behind the bar. Sal closed the door and swung her right leg over the bike. She revved the engine and motioned me on. It was impossible to lift my leg over the seat in my tight dress, so I hiked it over my hips. Sal held out her arm. I grabbed it and she swung me up and onto the seat.
"Hang on tight," she warned.
She gunned it and we rocketed forward. I wrapped my arms around her and held on for my life. We bounced into the street and headed uptown and amazing speed. Sal was a great driver. We weaved in and out of traffic yet and I felt completely safe pressed against her back. The vibration of the Harley sent shivers through me. I felt as if there were a giant vibrator between my legs. The swaying motion; the bone rattling rumble; the mind numbing noise; all reminded me of fore-play and made me long to be back in bed with Sal. I squeezed her tighter, pressing my cock firmly against her leather covered back. I'm sure Sal was aware because she rocked the bike even more. I looked down and saw the ground rushing past my pointy yellow high heels. I pressed my feet against the foot pegs and managed to lift and lower myself enough to massage my cock against Sal's back. At the same time I shimmied, rubbing left and right. Sal shot through an intersection, running a red light and I came in my panties.
Sal and Natalie's conversation was like a negotiation. They talked about control of me as if I wasn't in the room. I didn't understand and I didn't care. I wanted them both and trusted my fate to them. Besides - I needed a bath.
Natalie came in as I was drying off.
"Come into the bedroom," she said. "I have a present for you."
A Victoria's Secret box, wrapped with a pink ribbon, lay on the bed. I gently un-tied it with my heart beating loudly. I loved getting presents from Natalie. I gasped when I saw the white lace merry widow. I lifted it from the box, held it against myself and marveled at the delicate see-through material.
"It's a tradition with me when one of my girls goes off on her own. Like giving the bride away." Natalie said as she stepped toward me. "But with you, it's even more appropriate than usual. Sal wants you. She's quite smitten. Do you like her?"
"Yes."
"Good. Put on your bridal lingerie."
I lifted the corset and Natalie fastened the eyelet hooks behind me. It fit snugly. My breasts fit naturally in the satin cups and Natalie adjusted the shoulder straps. The firm boning narrowed my already slim waist. The garters dangled at my side waiting for stockings that were still in the box beside an adorable, white lace and satin thong panty. I slid the panty on and snugged my cock so it showed a little as possible. Natalie lifted the stockings and helped slid them onto my legs. She clasped them into the garters and retrieved a shoebox from the closet. She opened it and lifted out a pair of white four-inch high heels with ankle straps. She knelt and slipped them onto my feet while I leaned on her shoulder.
"You look stunning," she said after staring at me for an awkward moment. "Go to that chair and lean over it. I'm going to be the first to fuck the bride."
When I was bent over the chair with my heels firmly planted on the floor and my legs spread, Natalie's soft hands began sliding up and down my legs. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the pleasure she was bringing me. Soon her hands were working the insides of my thighs and my ass cheeks. They slipped under the panties and teased at my asshole. Slowly the panties were lowered and my cheeks were spread. I felt Natalie's breath before I felt her tongue touch my hole. I feeling jolted me. Her quick, active tongue flitted across my opening and then firmly pressed against it. I willed my ass to open and let her in. The feeling of her tongue entering my ass was exhilarating. Breath rushed into me. My body heaved and my legs were wobbly. I moaned loudly.
Natalie ate my ass like never before. I think she was laying claim to it. No matter what would come next, it could never match this feeling. I was her slave and she was proving it.
After the glorious tongue bath, I knew what would come next. The anticipation was killing. My eyes were still closed but each sound Natalie made as she moved about formed a picture in my brain. The soft thump was Natalie reaching for the KY. The small scrape was the tube lifted off a nightstand. The slurp was Natalie coating her cock with the lubricant. I felt a chill, then a thrill, as she slathered the KY on my asshole and then slid two fingers into me.
"I want your cock inside me," I begged.
She answered by removing the fingers and replacing them with her beautiful hard cock. There was no resistance; it slid easily in to its full length.
"I love your cock," I breathed.
As she began pumping her cock in and out, Natalie told me what she had decided to do with me. As she spoke, my head swam. She had sold me, for a time, to Sal. I would live with Sal and do whatever Sal asked. I would work in her club one weekend night a week, dancing and turning tricks. The money would be split three ways. Natalie's cock was driving me crazy. I heard what she was saying and I happily agreed. Any sex I had with Sal was already paid for. I was free to do anything I wanted to on the other nights of the week. I was welcome at Frank's and I would continue to get a share of the price of any drinks that were bought by men trying to "make me." Natalie would get a share of all money I made on sex at Frank's or with men that she would be setting me up with. She would also get a smaller share if I charged anyone for sex; even if I met them on my own. Her cock was pounding me hard now. The rhythm was fast and I was being driven to an orgasm.
"After all," she explained. "I made you."
That was it. I would do anything for Natalie. I would fuck whomever she said to fuck, or suck off whomever she said to suck. I would give her all my money. I owed her everything. I owed her for introducing me to new worlds of endless pleasure.
"I'm cumming, Natalie!!!" I shouted ecstatically at the moment she spurted her load of cum into my ass.
EPILOGUE - Where I Am Now.
I lived in the basement of Sal's club for a month before moving into Sal's apartment with her. I danced, as Natalie instructed, in Sal's bar one night every weekend. Sal didn't pay me. Well, not in cash. She made love to me often and that was payment enough. I did make plenty of money though, from my dancing. The girls that came to the bar wait to give me their money. They loved having me dance sexily for them and they paid me very well. They always wanted to fuck me and pretty often I allowed it.
Word got out about me and the bar became very popular. It got so busy that girls were lining up outside on the nights I was scheduled to dance. Sal wanted me to dance more nights so Natalie and I negotiated a new deal and I got a much bigger cut. I continued to visit Frank's club and made good money there too. Natalie had a regular client list and she set me up on dates a few times a week. It seemed like everywhere I went, I met people who wanted to fuck me or have me suck their cocks. Even riding on the subway it was easy to pick up tricks. If a man leaned against me, I brushed my ass against him and he would follow me off the train like a lost puppy. After a few hot kisses they couldn't wait to rush me into a cab to get back to my place.
After a while, Sal and I started to grow apart. She was confused. She thought she was a lesbian but she was fucking a man. True, I was not an ordinary man, but she felt weird. Maybe it was the fact that I was now making tons of money and she had this butch, must be in command, mentality. I let her be in command of me sexually, but it wasn't enough. Finally, she decided she wanted a naive, innocent girl that she could dominate. She found one and that was the end of us. Luckily, around that time, Terry called. He forgave me for causing his break up with Phil. He forgave me because he had found someone better than Phil. They had been dating for a while and Terry was moving in with him.
"Did I want the apartment?" he asked.
What timing! I moved in and had a perfect place to conduct business.
The money kept rolling in and soon there was another surprise. Sal's innocent little girl asked Sal to marry her and Sal had agreed. They were moving back to the girlfriend's hometown to open a bar with the girlfriend's lesbian mother. Sal had offered the bar to Natalie and Natalie asked me to be her partner. I jumped at the chance.
We hired a bartender and I changed my schedule. With me dancing five nights a week, we began packing in even bigger crowds. Soon, we needed another bartender and two waitresses. The waitresses were new graduates of Natalie's training program. Cyn was now dancing with me several nights a week and we helped the new girls find their way. Natalie wasn't involved in the day to day running of the club so it was really mine. She did bring in VIP customers though; rich, expensively dressed women who enjoyed slumming and watching men who looked like women dance and get fucked with dildoes. Natalie also continued to visit me twice a week at home. True to her word, whenever she stopped by to collect her money, she always left me with a glob of her cum up my ass or in my mouth.
the end.
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