It was nice to watch Phillip come home to Bedford Square dressed in a suit from dealing with the contractors, undress and have a nice bath. Then to get the same pleasure as myself by coming from his bath and begin to put on the underclothing of a female.
He always seemed to get an erection as he pulled on the silk stockings and have the amateur fumbling of getting the studs to fix properly to the suspender belt. He didn't always put a bra on because a lot of the dresses I was having made for him, had busts already there, padded out. But when he did put one on, he would preen himself in front of the mirror in this underwear, minus panties so that his cock would stand out so incongruously that it made it much more sexy.
I would of course be nearly always dressed the same by this time, and it only took me a moment to shuck off my dress to be exactly the same as he, and then we would go into each other's arms and kiss. From there, we would go down onto the carpet and suck upon each other until one cried enough, and then it was for one of us to present their rear end for servicing.
I took great delight now of having Phillip on his knees before me. To see the cheeks of his bum there for me to stroke and gently ease them apart to reveal that small hole that I was about to put my cock into. Though we used a condom with a smear of cream on the end, it was nice to nudge the end of my cock up to that puckered orifice and push my way in. He still hadn't learned to relax the sphincter muscle, so that made my pleasure that much greater as I pushed through his defences and fully entered him. Then I would hold him tight by the hips and push and pull him back so that the tops of my thighs were tight up to his cheeks, feeling that muscle inside of him throb and keep contracting against my cock. Then I would slowly pull back till the head of my piece was stretching his ring to its utmost before pushing myself back into him as I began to fuck him.
I think it was that it was Phillip underneath my hands and me inside him that gave me that extra thrill of fucking another man. I went into different realms of pleasure as I fucked him, my mind flying away as I gave myself up to the pleasure of using my sexual strength to give, I hope, pleasure, but at the same time, gratifying my release when it came. Surging up and making my cock swell even more as I held those hips tight, the cheeks of his bum tight to me as I jerked and came inside him.
The icing on the cake was to be pushed back after withdrawal and have the condom pulled off and have a hot mouth take my still erect member in and feel the tongue and suction as the last drops of my coming was slowly pulled out and the tongue to continue to stroke and lick me as I subsided into a state of euphoria.
Then I would be roused up to assume the same position and have that wonderful thrill of having a throbbing cock slowly pushed up inside of me. I'm sure I drooled every time this happened as I felt that hard flesh that was so hot it almost burned as it penetrated my very being, pulsating and beating at almost the same rate as my heart. Then would come that inevitable pause as the cool thighs came up against the burning cheeks of my bum, to be held tight with it, hard and throbbing inside me before the fucking started.
Then I would go off into a dream world as that shaft pistoned in and out of me and I was lost in space as that heavenly spear stabbed to my very vitals and sometimes it would make me come without touching myself, such was the pleasure I got from being shafted. I too, would, when that wonderful cock was withdrawn from my rear, strip off the soiled condom and suck on that still hard flesh, to suck and drain what was left of that life giving juices that gave me pleasure or a baby to a woman.
That's how it now was between Phillip and myself. Though he would now let me take him, I still thought of myself as the wife and loved it every time that he stuck his cock inside and pleasured me. But it was soon back to business where I was the brains and he was the brawn. He didn't have the size you would associate with what I'd known as a heavy, but he did have that quiet charisma that I can only relate to that film of the `Godfather', that he could seem to exude that threat that he was making an offer that they couldn't refuse.
Whatever it was, the path to get the hostel going seemed smoother than the stroking of a hand over a bolt of silk. He somehow had that affinity to draw homosexuals towards him that I wouldn't have thought possible, what, just three years ago, even when he was dressed in male clothing. The two barmen and the two cooks, these became permanent residents, but the ancillary kitchen helpers and the two cleaners that came to us when we opened, lived outside of the hostel. We also had to find another ageing queen to act as night porter to let in those whose job kept them out till well past midnight.
Now in respect of the staff having time off it was decided that we five would cover these jobs to begin with, but we finished up getting another barman and cook to live in. It just meant dropping down the mortgage payments because of the extra wages, but it was small in comparison to what we were getting out of it.
I went home to Vicky in Kingston one day of the week, and as I was also out for one whole day with Toby, Phillip couldn't have the same time off, so he went home on two other days. With the others, it was more or less when they wanted a day off that we covered for them as long as it wasn't the same time as Phillip and I.
Then came the confrontation with Jerome when I said I was quitting as I now had a full time job. He went ape shit, but, I eventually did agree to put in a guest appearance now and then. Thankfully I was the first one to give in my notice, because he almost tore the place apart when the other three in their turn told him that they were finishing with that side of the business. The time period was staggered over a couple of months but still it was a bad tirade he put on for their benefit.
I must say that it was the help of two of our closet friends, they being lawyers who wanted to become residents, that helped finish the minor details for us to open. They also helped us to get a liquor licence so we could have a proper lounge bar.
Now let me describe the place so that you will know what and where it is. The front of the place was of a very low profile and in one of the side streets off the Tottenham Court Road. The sign was small that read as being the Wellcome Inn Hostel above the entrance. It was a small lobby with at the far end, a lift and staircase that went up to all five floors. There was a porter's desk, behind which was the office, on the right as you entered and just past this was the entrance to the cafeteria and kitchens. Opposite the desk, that is to the left as you enter the hostel, was the lounge that looked very comfortable and had the bar up by the far wall and it would keep the same hours as any regular pub.
There were five floors that were serviced by a lift, and every floor had forty rooms. Us four, Phillip sharing mine, the housekeeper and the two cook and the two barmen all had rooms on the first floor. This left us with one hundred and ninety one rooms to let, but I held some back for possible staff expansion and unforeseen problems. So we let out one hundred and eighty rooms and they were full within one week of our opening.
The whole community of London, that is, those of our persuasion, knew what we were offering and we had more applications than we had rooms for. I hadn't realised that there were that many men in such a small area of London that were like me and the others. I think the selling point was that we were offering a room, bathroom included, with full board at a cost of what many were paying for just a room in some boarding house.
When it came down to it, I was surprised at how many of them I knew personally. Those that I didn't, were known by at least one if not more of my three partners. This was how we wanted it and kept it that way. When a 'guest' left, that vacant room was only let to someone that one of us knew either in person or by reputation. I'm pleased to say that we actually finished up with a waiting list.
Now it worked this way for legal reasons. As being a hostel, we rented rooms by the week for seventy pounds. Full board cost them one hundred. Now this was what the receipt said that we gave them after they handed over two hundred pounds, in cash.
So what we were effectively doing, was taking our slice in advance, but we were giving their punters, breakfast and lunch into the bargain, and the odd dinner.
Now on the accounting side for the one hundred pounds a week per room, we had to pay the mortgage, insurance, local tax, laundry, which was collected twice a week, and the staff wages, food etc, which, funnily enough, came to exactly what we were taking in. Mind you, this was giving us four a wage of £250 per week for which we would have to pay tax.
The hostel itself, on paper, wasn't making anything. It was almost a charity as I had intended that it appeared. Now without giving them, that is Fiona, Trixie and Pearl, the real financial figures, I said that they would receive, under the counter as it were, three thousand pounds each per week. I said that I would have a little bit more but be prepared to take a loss on my side if we didn't have a full house all the time.
I'd lost them with the figures of mortgage, insurance and all the other costs so that to hear that they could have three thousand, win or lose, was enough for them to accept it there and then, so hands were shaken and the deal was done.
That what I was taking when we did have a full hostel would be around the nine thousand mark per week, I was a happy little bunny. Though this figure did come down to around eight with the extra staff we took on, not the least being Phillip.
I have jumped ahead somewhat for the sake of continuity, but let's go back to the day we opened our doors. The staff had already been hired and food was being prepared in our brand spanking new kitchen and one of the barmen was ready to open up at eleven.
People began drifting in from nine in the morning right up till the evening. Fortunately enough for us it wasn't a surge, or we wouldn't have been able to cope. They all had to pass the other three girls so that they could be verified as known as acquaintances or friends. The word had gone out that they must be known or come with a friend who could vouch for them, and have cash to hand.
I spoke to each as they came into the lounge where they would sign in as guests and pay their first weeks rent up front. They had to give their correct male name as this was basically an all male hostel and a legal requirement. Phillip would note down their female name separately and also their occupation and a contact telephone number in case of any emergencies. After taking their money they were asked what floor would they like, back room or one facing out to the front, and then they would be given a key. One of the other three would then show them to their room and explain the alarm system and what to do if we were raided. This was so they wouldn't be caught in the act with a punter.
The bar opened at eleven to shut at three and then reopen at five till eleven. For all drinks and cigarettes, the guests had to pay for as this was not part and parcel of their rent. The only people who didn't pay were us five, though we did sign chits for what drinks we had. I still needed to monitor all the bar sales as opposed to the stock we carried.
In all, eighty two people became guests on that first day, and with just over sixteen thousand pounds locked up in the safe, we were a very happy bunch of people having a last drink before the bar closed for the night. Trixie was so excited that she kept bouncing about like a little schoolgirl.
Stella,' she whispered in my ear when Phillip took our empty glasses up to the bar. Please give me half an hour alone with you. I want to say a proper thank you for what you have done for us.' I couldn't help but smile at the eager mood she was in.
Pearl,' I smiled, do you think you can keep Phillip occupied for a bit?' She smiled too because she guessed what Trixie had whispered to me, and said that she would.
So I went upstairs with Trixie to her room and she was on me before the door had even closed. Her kisses were as hot as her lips as she smothered my face with them. Both our erections pushing out the front of our dresses that were soon pulled off to let them clash as she held me tight.
`Fuck me Stella, please, now,' she begged as she drew me to her bed. She fumbled in the bedside drawer and passed me a condom and without bothering with cream, bent over with her hands flat on the bed. She did have a nice pert bum and the condom was soon on and I held her hips and inserted my cock inside her. She bucked at my entry and then kept pushing back to me as I moved forward in my movements as I fucked her. It didn't take me long before I came, holding her backside tight up to my thighs as I jerked myself hard inside her.
She cried out as I pulled myself free and with a tissue, the condom was soon off and she had me in her mouth to suck and chew on my still erect cock.
`My turn now,' I said as I felt it start to deflate and she was quick to get herself ready and I assumed the same position that she had and felt her slender, but firm prick push up inside me.
I love you Stella,' she crooned as she fucked me, hands on my hips as I felt her wand make magic to my insides. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me.' Then she came in shuddering bursts and short sharp stabs and felt her swell a little more as she did so. Then I sucked on her cock as it began to subside and finally let it go for her to kiss me again before we put our dresses back on and went back downstairs.
`You've just had it off with Trixie,' Phillip said to me as he saw her flushed face and happy smile.
She just wanted to thank me for what we've achieved, and you can do the same Phillip,' I said as I put my hand between his legs and felt his hardness through his trousers. He had worn his suit for today and I think he would rather had been dressed as us three as the women that we felt we were. Let's go up now and you can show me.' So we said our goodnights and went to our room where I didn't give him a chance to even get his trousers off before I had his cock in my mouth. He was gratified I think, that I was eager for him, but he wouldn't let me go too far as he said he would rather fuck me than be sucked. So off came my dress again but I opted for the bed and knelt on it as he quickly finished undressing and got onto the bed with me. He was as eager as me and was soon buried deep inside me and gave me a really good fucking making Trixie seem to have been a pin prick by comparison. He came with some good savage thrusts as he bore me down onto the bedcovers to finish off by grinding himself tight against the cheeks of my bum. I loved him for what he was doing to me and didn't mind his weight at all, and kept him inside me for quite some time before he gave a grunt and pulled out.
Then I finished off undressing and cuddled up to him under the covers and when I got him fully aroused again, went down and took him in my mouth for the second coming.
We took in forty four more guests the next day and within the week, had let out all one hundred and eighty rooms.
What I haven't mentioned is that I didn't know that there were that many men who desired to dress and be treated as a woman and accept being fucked as one in the only way that they could be. Not all of us were or had been entertainers in clubs. There is an uncanny sort of homing device that brought many eager young men, and some a quite bit older, from all walks of life that came to see me to become permanent residents where they could bring their tricks, or be available to offer a service. But as they weren't residents they had to go on the waiting list for a room to become vacant, and this did come up from time to time. For various reasons, some of them had to leave London, job transfers, one being nicked by the police, and as it was about the fourth time, he was sent down for three months. So others came in to keep our hostel full.
I don't think there was one profession, except police, that we didn't have as an occupant. Several lawyers, a barrister and even one ageing judge, who confined himself to having one of the other hostel inmates rather than take the chance of picking up the wrong person outside and falling foul of the law and getting himself into trouble. He was rather a nice old dear and some of them didn't even charge him for their services.
I must say this, that if ever one of our guests were ever caught out as it were, we had a lawyer from inside to represent them and they would make sure that our judge was there on the bench to dispense justice, which would only amount to a fine and a smile. There was always the odd exception as to be expected.
We had a doctor and several male nurses as well as other members of the medical profession as guests and this helped others as any treatment was kept in house as well as the fees.
Electricians, cabaret performers, plumbers, estate agents, surveyors, butchers, bakers and candlestick makers. They were all there under one roof and we became a community within a community. If someone had a problem in their line of work, we nearly always had someone who could help out and it engendered a true spirit of belonging.
The front desk had a permanent sign on it saying that there were no vacancies to stop transients even thinking of checking into our hostel. No we didn't get into any of the good guide books. It was strange to see our guests come in from work wearing their suits and then, an hour later see them in a frock or dress come down to eat in the cafeteria before taking a seat in the lounge to read the evening newspaper.
Many would go out in the evening and bring back a male for a drink in the lounge before going up to their room. I think it was the fact that the person they brought in could also eat in our cafeteria which sold them on the idea. Our food bill did begin to rise somewhat, but not enough that I couldn't cover it. We didn't care how many tricks the guests brought in or how long they stayed as long as they paid their rent on time. This was our only hard and fast rule. We did sometimes bend it for one week, but if they didn't pay up, they were out, and no messing about. We couldn't afford to have freeloaders staying with us.
Ruth, our housekeeper, made a nice tidy little sum providing extra clean towels, but as long as she didn't go over the hostel's quota being sent to the laundry, we didn't mind. She kept the guests happy and we too were happy.
Even our barmen scored occasionally, though we kept an eye on them to see that they didn't start dispensing free drinks to the partner they might have picked up. With our guests taking the time to relax in the lounge would sometimes get picked up by someone coming in off the street and thereby earn the rent money, though we discouraged this, but couldn't stop it entirely.
What did discourage it was when an undercover cop came in and chatted up one of these `girls' and got took upstairs. He tried to arrest her there and then, but he had no back up and with a call for help, we threw him out. We had a raid after that, but it came to nothing as we were well prepared for this. The cop still had our Felicity arrested on an immoral charge but one of our lawyers got her off as it was he who had tried to have sex and not the other way round. Entrapment doesn't work without witnesses.
But I'm going away from the main theme by telling you of all these things, but they really are part and parcel of my life there in the hostel. Phillip found he was now in a new world, a world he had never dreamed about when he helped talk our wives into getting me into a dress for the first time to sing on a stage.
He was also like a monk that had died and gone to heaven to find it completely populated by people who were prepared to have sex with him at any time of the day or night. That they were all male, didn't seem to come into the equation.
I know for a fact that he had all three of my partners at one time or another during that first year and wasn't averse to seeing to Ruth to save us the problem of servicing her. The fact that he was my `husband' didn't stop them from having his cock inserted inside to have some extra pleasure.
But as I was doing it quite often with Pearl and a bit less with Fiona and even less with Trixie, I didn't mind. Of course there was still Toby that I went with once a week, though I think he got bored after we'd been doing it for just over a year and so we eventually came to an agreement where we would stop seeing each other. I really fucked him to death that last time and got six hundred pounds as severance pay.
I still went home every week and Vicky was eager to see me as were the children. Life was now comfortable for them and the only gripe was that I wasn't home enough. One day a week is not enough, was the familiar cry from Vicky, though she now had every labour saving device in the kitchen and house. So in a way, finishing with Toby was a good thing for her. I didn't miss the money as I was now pulling in so much it was becoming an embarrassment.
In that first year, my bank balance swelled to over four hundred thousand pounds and everybody made money, though not to the extent that I had. I must say that we were the biggest, if not the only male whorehouse in the whole of London. There, I gloried in the fact that I could dress, act and look like a woman that was desirable and there for the taking. To have another man slowly undress me before laying me down on the bed and have him stick his cock into me as an end result was heaven to me. There were also too many variations of foreplay that would fill a book on their own that was played out before the ultimate penetration and fulfilment. When I did take someone on, much to the annoyance of Phillip, I made it a point of finding out the predilections of my client before we even started so as to give him the utmost satisfaction and make him want to come back for more.
I also learnt that I was now wanting to see, touch, hold and taste a rampant cock more than use my own, on either a male or female. Vicky became a bit alarmed that I now wanted to go down on her more than I did before and wanted more of oral sex that she was still refusing to give me. What upset her most I think was when I announced that instead of our usual holiday at some holiday camp, they were to have a luxury cruise. This I told them on one of my rare visits home that coincided with Phillip being there at the same time. I said that they could all have this trip together as we had usually been doing over quite a few years now. The children of course were delighted at this news, but Joan and Vicky were not when they learned that we wouldn't be with them.
So while he was having a slanging match with Joan, I was having one with Vicky. But it all boiled down to that the two women accepted that we couldn't leave the hostel that was still having birthing pains and just couldn't leave it at this time. Next year maybe, but not at this particular moment in time. They grudgingly accepted this and so they had a beautiful holiday without us for nearly a month.
Phillip and I made hay as the sun shone so they say. Even though we had been sleeping together as man and wife for nearly a year now, taking our days off together and spent our time in Kingston. Here we would both dress up and fuck each other like there was no tomorrow. The fact that we were doing it inside our own bedrooms and not above the garage, made it that more thrilling.
After a lovely shower, I would powder myself and put on a little make-up and then put on one of Vicky's negligee's and then get into my own bed with Phillip. Here we would kiss and play with each other till he would finally pull off that wisp of clothing and fuck me. How lovely those few weeks were when we would also do the same in his house where he, for that short period, would be my wife.
I loved that cock of his in all its forms, soft, limp, semi erect or fully upstanding. I would suck on him and even go so far as to make him come in my mouth which then denied me having it up inside me. Those days off from the hostel during that month were wonderful, spending most of the time naked together except when getting ready for dinner. Then, whoever was the wife, to spend some time getting dressed and made-up to make the eventual outcome more exciting.
I liked this part, having a scented bath and smelling nice with powder afterwards. Then making my face up and putting on the silken underthings and got a hard on every time I did this. Then, after dinner, in the lounge having a drink, Phillip would begin to kiss me and generally seduce me before taking me with that lovely cock of his. Stroking my bare bum that was framed by the suspender belt and stocking tops before getting behind me and pushing his throbbing erection up inside me. It got to the point sometimes that I would come without touching myself from the sheer thrill I got of his putting himself into me and working his magic on my insides.
Then with the used condom out of the way, I would suck and tease his cock to keep it erect until he was ready to use it again. I think I was better than Viagra in keeping a man erect for quite some considerable time.
But like all good things, our frolicking good fun in our houses came to an end when the others were due home, so it was back to the usual routine of taking Vicky once a week while he saw to Joan. The idea of seeing if we could get the two of them to try each other out was discarded as I knew that Vicky wouldn't go for it, and neither did he think Joan would either. So Phillip and I had each other back in our room at the hostel when not having our day off.