6 comments/ 98574 views/ 30 favorites How I Became A Girly Slut Ch. 01 By: richfun71 Copyright 2008 I first saw her walking down the street at lunchtime during the Manchester Gay Pride Carnival. She was about my age, mid 30s, wearing a pink PVC nurse's outfit which came down barely to the top of her creamy white thighs, black fishnet stockings (the tops of which were clearly visible as she walked along on her shiny black 4" heels, each step making the stocking tops show through the split in the front of her outfit). She was very slim, about 6 feet tall with long blonde hair and piercing light blue eyes, bright red lipstick, clearly a transvestite, but a convincing one. Beside her was what I took to be her boyfriend, a well-built shaven headed man in a white t-shirt which showed off his clearly very muscular chest. I shook my head and walked on to the pub where I was meeting a friend. I got a pint and sat down. To my surprise, the PVC clad nurse and her friend walked in. I watched her walk to the bar and admired her very long and very shapely legs. Even though I knew she was a man, she looked amazing and all the guys in the pub were secretly (or not so secretly!) checking her out. The two of them walked past my table and I admired her long legs, sexy heels and stocking tops. I took another swig from my pint and remembered thinking that it tasted a little odd before I felt the room swim and I passed out. I came round, feeling very groggy, and vaguely wondered what had been slipped into my drink. I went to get up but suddenly realised my wrists were handcuffed to the bed I was lying on. My ankles were similarly tied, leaving me spread-eagled. Looking down I saw that I had on stockings and suspenders and a pair of lacy black panties. "Help! Help!" I screamed and the door opened. It was the transvestite nurse I'd seen earlier. "What's going on?" I asked, shaking a little. She smiled as she tottered into the room, her heels clicking on the wooden floor. Quietly she closed the door behind her. "I'm Julie" she said as she walked over to the bed "and you're going to become one of us." "What do you mean?" I asked nervously. Julie smiled. "You're going to become a girly girl who loves cock." My eyes bulged and I thought "What the hell's going on?" She giggled at my stunned expression and unbuttoned her PVC outfit revealing that she had on lacy black bra but no panties, her cock already standing proud. It was about 7" long, uncircumsized and quite thin. She dropped her outfit onto the floor and knelt on my chest, her cock inches from my face. "Stop! Stop!" I shouted "I'm not gay!" She just giggled and rubbed her cock on my face, her pre-cum leaving a little trail on my face. She then curled her long red fingernails around her cock and started to move her hand up and down, ignoring my protests and hopeless attempts to buck her off me. Within seconds her breathing intensified. Julie leant back and suddenly I saw cum start to shoot from her cock. Instinctively I closed my eyes and shuddered as I felt the warm gooey spunk splat on my cheek and, oh God, into my hair. The second spurt hit my nose and eye. I turned my head trying to get out of the firing line but she kept on coming and coming - she must have saved this up for weeks - and all my struggles did was leave more of my face covered in cum. Finally she stopped pumping her cock and giggled as she swung her long leg off me. "Why are you doing this?" I pleaded. Julie giggled and said "Because we need another girly girl and you looked very cute earlier so I picked you. Now this doesn't all have to be nasty." With that she knelt beside the bed and lifted my panties off my cock and pulled them down to my thighs. To my surprise and embarrassment, I was semi-erect. "Stop!" I begged but she leant forward and opened her red lips and flicked her tongue over my cock. It twitched in response and Julie then started to lick slowly across my cock head, circling her tongue around it. I instantly got hard and Julie grasped the base of my cock and started to move her hand up and down in time with her bobbing head. Despite the situation I moaned - she was really good at this. Her hand stopped grasping my cock as she made an "O" with her bright red lips and slid them down my throbbing erection, each bob taking her a little further down until I felt her forehead connect with my crotch and my cock catch on the back of her throat. Despite everything, I couldn't help but moan again, more loudly this time. No woman had ever done that and oh God it felt good. My cock started to twitch and I felt my orgasm starting to build as she continued sliding up and down, her tongue expertly caressing me all the while. Suddenly the dam burst and I screamed as I exploded in her mouth, coming over and over - more than I'd ever cum before. She continued to slurp and made cooing noises as she drained all of the cum from my balls. I was so sensitive as her lips and tongue eagerly slurped on my cock but she kept on sucking. I whimpered for her to stop but she ignored me grabbing the base of my cock and pumping it harder to get every last drop. Finally, when I thought I was going to pass out from the pleasure and pain, she lifted her mouth from my cock. Cum was leaking from the corner of her red lips and Julie had a glazed look in her eye. "Well I'm sure that looked good" she smiled pointing to the corner of the room. To my horror, I saw a video camera set on top of a wardrobe. Oh God, please don't say I'd just been filmed with cum coating my face, dressed in stockings and panties screaming with pleasure as a transvestite sucked me off. I swore at her, straining helplessly against the cuffs but the leather cuffs were quite secure. She picked up her PVC nurse's outfit and buttoned it up, pulled my panties back up over my cock and tottered out of the room on her slut heels, still smiling. I lay there feeling her cum dry on my face, my cock still leaking sperm into my panties, blushing bright red and praying that I could just get out of here. Surely this hadn't been recorded? A little while later the door opened and Julie smiled as she walked back in, her lipstick still smudged from earlier thanks to my cock and the gallon of cum she'd milked from me. "Since you were so nasty to me earlier, swearing at me after I'd been so nice to you, Simon says you're going to have to pay for that." Julie giggled and put my phone in my hand. "I've copied the numbers onto my phone and I was wondering if they would like a picture sending taken from our little video or maybe even a clip of you in action." She then pushed the play button and a video started playing - oh God, it had been recorded!! I blushed deep red as I saw it started with her jacking her cock and cumming on my face. And for the first time I saw I too had bright red lipstick on! My protests had been skilfully edited out but my moans as she sucked me off were very audible. To anyone looking, here were two transvestites having great fun together, and one of them was clearly me! "Noo, please" I begged "Don't do this." "You will have to pay for being rude earlier - don't you agree? Or should I send it to this contact" Julie giggled and highlighted one marked "Mum". "No, no, no, no." I whimpered eyes wide open with fear "I'll co-operate." The moment I said that, the door opened and the shaven headed guy I'd assumed was her boyfriend walked in. "Hello Simon.", giggled Julie. He shot her a look and she immediately stammered "S-s-sorry Sir. I didn't mean to speak without permission" and looked at the floor. He walked over and I could see that he was about 6'2", clearly spent hours in the gym putting muscles on muscles, and his tight jeans showed off what was clearly a semi-erect cock. He unlocked the handcuffs on my wrists and ankles and I sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing the circulation back into my hands as he towered over me. "We're going to play a game of 'Simon Says'. Now then, what will you do to stop your little session going public?" he asked calmly. "Anything. Please, don't do this" I begged "OK sounds good to me" he smirked evilly, pausing for a second before saying calmly: "Suck my cock!" "Wh-wh-wh...." I stammered. "Oh God, no!" I thought. "OK Julie, just send that clip to his Mum" he said. "NO!" I screamed and reached up to undo his jeans, hands trembling. "Ever tasted cock before?" he asked, with a laugh in his voice. "No, I'm not gay" I said. Simon just snorted with derision as I undid his belt and unzipped his trousers, pulling them over his muscular thighs and dropping them to the floor. He wasn't wearing any underwear and his cock sprung free, almost fully erect already. It must have been at least 8" long, really fat with a bulbous uncircumised purple cockhead. Trembling I reached up and put my hand round his cock. "Good girl" he cooed as he stepped forward, his erection inches from my face. I looked over at Julie with her finger hovering over the "send" button on her phone. Swallowing hard and shaking with fear I puckered up my lips and touched the end of his cock. The musky smell was totally different to the heady smell of a woman and I recoiled in fear but knew I had to do this. Opening my lips wide, I moved forward and felt his cock go between my lips and into my mouth. I pulled back and he murmured "mmm that's good, slide me in and out and start wanking me, slut". I started to move my hand up and down his shaft as I took him again into my mouth, this time feeling his cockhead graze against my teeth as he pushed himself forward. "No teeth, slut, use your tongue" he said, grabbing my hair. "Mmmph" I nodded, terrified, closing my eyes imagining this wasn't really happening. I gripped his shaft tight and moved up and down trying to make this ordeal finish so I could get out of here. My tongue felt his cock pushing back and forth in my mouth as I stretched it as wide as it would go to avoid my teeth touching his cock. Simon made approving noises at my actions. I blushed deeply at the thought of sitting here like a TV slut, sucking on a cock. He removed my hand from the base of his cock and then put his hands on the back of my head and started to thrust forward, pulling my head forward at the same time. I whimpered and coughed as I felt his cock hit my throat and make me gag. Ignoring my flailing arms, Simon continued to fuck my mouth, forcing his entire length inside my mouth and making my nose rub against his pubes. Thrust after thrust he pushed back and forth, loving the noises and pathetic efforts I was making to get him off me. Simon grunted and then suddenly, oh God, no, he was going to cum in my mouth. I tried to push him away but he was too strong for me. His cock pulsed and I spluttered and started to choke. He held my head in place as he shot his load down my throat and into my mouth. The taste horrified me but was not as bad as I'd feared. He kept twitching and shooting more spunk into my mouth until finally, satisfied, he pushed me backwards and I collapsed onto the bed, cum oozing from my mouth, tears rolling down my face. I rolled over spluttering and saw that Julie had picked up the video camera and had been getting more film. Simon looked at the playback and said "I like that - she's got her eyes closed, looks like she's enjoying it. Now, for our game of Simon Says." "Wh-wh-what?? I spluttered "I've just done what you told me to do." "No" he laughed "I didn't say 'Simon Says'! I just said 'Suck my cock' and like a good little slut you did. 'Simon Says' you're to go to this address and ask for Samantha - she'll be expecting you - and do what she says. Oh and I'd keep your panties and stockings on since you so love them." He reached into the wardrobe and gave me a pair of jeans to put on and a tight pink t-shirt. "Wear these over your underwear, they'll compliment your look and I'd hurry back if I were you, if you don't want your little sessions to go public." Stunned, I weighed up my options and new I had no choice. I meekly nodded and put on the jeans and t-shirt and picked up my phone and the piece of paper he'd given me. He led me out of the bedroom and opened the door to his flat, pushing me out. I walked down to the door to the street and took a deep breath... To be continued.. All feedback appreciated. How I Became A Girly Slut Ch. 02 Copyright 2008 I couldn't believe what was happening to me. Here I was a normal straight guy dressed in a tight pink t-shirt, stockings and suspenders and black lacy panties under my jeans, wearing bright red lipstick and with a transvestite's cum dried onto my face, and the taste of another man's cum in my mouth. I had a piece of paper with an address on it a mile away and I knew I had no choice but to step outside and try to get there as quickly as possible. I opened the door, stepping out onto Canal Street in the middle of the Gay Village. Oh my God, the shame! My first burnt bright red as a guy grinned and called out: "Nice lipstick, sweetie!" I shut the door and hurried down the street, head down, trying not to hear the murmured comments as I walked past. "Mmm, you can use those red lips on my man meat any time." "Nice stockings and suspender set hunny." "You look delicious, slut. Fancy coming to mine?" "Like your aftershave, eau de sperm!" I got to the end of the street, barely noticing the barrier being opened by a burly security guard and turned away from the throng. I thought life would be easier but now I was not only subjected to more lewd suggestions from men walking to the Village but also "tuts" and muttered comments of "faggot" "queer" "poof" from members of the public walking along. I blushed an even deeper red as I desperately hurried down the streets until finally I reached my destination. Looking at the address I had been given, I saw it was a school uniform shop. I took a deep breath and pushed the door open, stepping inside. A young female shop assistant, probably late teens, slim with blonde hair and very pale skin, came over to greet me as I walked in. She smirked as she took in my red lips. "How can I help you, Sir?" she asked over-politely. "Are you Samantha? Simon's told me I have to speak to her." I replied in a quiet voice, trying not to draw attention to myself. My cock twitched in my panties as I saw her - I must be on heat, how could I be getting horny after all I'd been through? "No, I'm Anna. She's over there at the back." gestured the blonde haired girl. I walked hesitantly around the corner towards the back of the shop and saw to my horror that Chloe Robson was standing at one of the rails. She was a girl of 18 whose house backed onto ours. Chloe was about 5'2, brunette, slim and had been the subject of many wanking sessions for me, especially after an evening where I saw her come home in her school uniform, hurry to her room with her boyfriend who kissed her and undid her blouse, revealing a white bra encasing two lovely pert breasts (about 32b would be my guess). She then pulled him onto the bed and they fell below the height of the window and I just saw flashes of flesh as a bum or an arm bobbed up into view. I shot gallons of cum as I fantasised about Chloe that day! And now she was in this bloody shop! She was with a middle aged balding guy who had his back to me that I assumed was her Dad. I bowed my head and hurried around behind her back, and although she half-turned, I was pretty sure I'd got past her without her seeing me. Turning a corner past a display stand, still with my head down, I bumped into a large middle-aged woman. "Oh God, I'm so sorry." I muttered and as I raised my eyes, I saw a name badge with "manageress" written on it. "Oh, err, sorry, er, are you Samantha?" I stuttered. "Yes," she smiled "and you must be Lucy." "Lucy??" I thought but didn't say anything and just nodded, hoping to get out of here before Chloe saw me. "Lucy Cunt? Or 'Loose Cunt' for short." Samantha asked, far too loudly for my liking. I nodded vigorously, just wanting the ground to open up. Oh shit, Simon had not only told her about me but he'd given me a girly NAME. "Well, we'd better get you some clothes hadn't we?" Samantha said in a brisk no-nonsense fashion. "Follow me!" Oh shit, oh shit, surely that bastard isn't going to make me dress like a schoolgirl? I nodded helplessly and walked behind her, looking at her fully for the first time. She was about 55, about five foot tall, black hair in a bob, quite a bit overweight, and wore a white blouse with a ring of pearls, a long multi-coloured skirt and flat black shoes. She had huge breasts and almost waddled as she walked. Samantha asked me my dimensions and said, "It's so good that girls are getting bigger all the time, sissies like you can now find things that fit." Samantha waddled around picking out items which she gave me to hold: a white blouse, blue tie, blue jumper, blue pleated skirt, white frilly ankle socks and then a pair of black clumpy schoolgirl shoes with a small heel. I kept my head down praying Chloe didn't see me. She then went round behind her counter and reached into a drawer and pulled out a pair of white panties and a training bra, putting them on the top of the pile. "Go get changed," she told me. "I need to deal with Mr Robson and then I will come to the changing room. Wait for me in the main changing room area outside the cubicles." "Please, don't make me do this." I begged. Samantha shot me a fierce look and said "Lucy, didn't Simon Say you had to do this?" I nodded yes and bolted for the dressing room. I removed my pink t-shirt, jeans and then the panties, which were still damp with my cum from earlier, stockings and suspenders and put them in a pile with my shoes. Taking a deep breath, I started to get changed. The bra took ages to fasten in place as I trembled and struggled with the catch. The panties were virginal white and quite tight. The blouse and tie were easy as was the jumper but pulling the skirt up, I was appalled to see that it barely came to the top of my thighs. On a schoolgirl, I'd be drooling and approving but on me - oh no, I looked like a total slut! Even though it was me dressed like this my cock stirred and started to bulge in my panties. Suddenly I heard someone coming. I pulled on the socks and buckled up the shoes and quickly opened the door to the cubicle and stepped outside, not daring to keep Samantha waiting. To my horror, I looked straight into the eyes of Chloe Robson and Anna the shop-girl. Anna giggled and walked out of the dressing-area. Chloe narrowed her brown eyes and said, "I thought it was you, the perv who lives round the back. And it looks like it wasn't me you were perving, you just wanted to dress like me. Is your girlfriend just a front to cover up your real desires?" "Noo," I whimpered, "I just, er, lost a bet." She snorted derisively. "You're just like my Uncle Bobby. He had a wife and was a man's man and now he dresses in women's' clothes. I bet he'd love to meet you!" "No, I'm straight, it's a bet!" I protested, realising my cock was still jutting out straining against my panties and tiny skirt. Just at that point my phone beeped with an incoming message. Chloe pushed past me and grabbed it off the changing room bench. "Who's 'Master Simon'?" she asked smirking, "That doesn't sound like a bet to me." Without waiting for me to reply she opened the message and read out loud: "Hello Lucy Cunt, please show this picture to the next person you see or I send it to your entire contacts list." Scrolling down, she opened the message and with a look of contempt showed me the picture. It was me, on my knees, Master Simon's cock in my mouth, cum leaking from my lips, black stockings and panties on, with a clearly visible bulge in my panties. "Oh God, oh God, oh God," I blushed, "please don't tell anyone. I'll do anything." Chloe grinned. "I bet you will" she hissed into my ear as she clicked with my phone and forwarded the picture to herself. She then played with the phone for a bit before throwing it at me. I dropped it and frantically scrabbled to pick it up. She kicked off her little pump and pushed her foot under my nose. "Kiss my foot, Lucy." she ordered, emphasising the last word. It smelt really bad but I frantically kissed her foot and licked across the top of it. Oh the shame! She giggled and then pushed my face away with the sole of her foot, putting her pump back on. "I'll be back in touch," she winked and walked towards the front of the shop. In the distance I heard: "Daddy, are we ready to go?" The shop doorbell tinkled as someone left. I heard footsteps and I stood up quickly as Samantha walked round the corner, looking very flushed. Wordlessly, she beckoned me to follow her and I did, going round the corner into her office, head bowed. Once in her office, she locked the door and told me to lie on the wooden floor on my back. I did as she ordered, and she stood over me. "All the Dads love shopping here," Samantha grinned, "I love to make their trips more fun, and do things for them that their repressed wives won't do any more. It gets me a lot of business. Let me show you." My cock twitched – mmm perhaps I was going to get sucked off, that would be great, no matter what the woman looked like. She sat on my chest facing my cock and flicked her voluminous skirt up over my head and then moved her crotch towards my mouth. I was expecting another shemale with a large cock and started to panic but as her sweaty flabby thighs moved up, I smelt the smell of an unwashed and freshly fucked pussy. "Clean me out, Lucy!" she ordered. I moved to position my mouth at the entrance to her cunt - this was one task I was going to enjoy, no matter how repugnant she looked. "Not there, slut," she reprimanded me, "Mr Robson's cum is in my arse. He doesn't need to come here for an uniform for Chloe any more but so loves the feeling of a tight arse on his cock that he still visits." She moved and ground her arse onto my mouth pinning me to the floor. "Mmmmphhh" I tried to protest. The smell was revolting and now she had positioned herself, I could feel the cum starting to dribble down out of her sweaty, freshly fucked arse as she relaxed the muscles holding it inside her. I trembled and made another inaudible moan. Samantha reached up and grabbed a ruler off her desk. Lifting my short skirt, she smacked the ruler down on my balls and semi-erect cock. I screamed in pain. "Eat it all or I'll really hit you - that was a mere tickle!" she said menacingly. Sobbing, I extended my tongue and touched her horrible tangy hole. "Good slut," she encouraged, "there's lots inside there, get it all out." I pushed my tongue out further and inside her arse, freeing a large glob of goo in the process. It dropped into my mouth and I gagged at the taste but I had to carry on, tongue going in and out of this vile woman's arse, getting more and more revolting cum into my mouth. She moaned with pleasure and I heard a phone speed-dialling. "Hello Simon, darling. Oh yes, Lucy, that's good, just there sweety. Your little slut is licking the cum out of my arse, she's good at this. Oh yes stick that tongue deep inside me." She turned on the speakerphone and I heard Simon's voice: "Make sure you get it all, my little sissy faggot. By the way, I'd hurry back if I were you after you're done, get back here in an hour or you might regret it. Leave him in the uniform, Samantha. I bet his cock's hard and he looks so fuckable in it." Samantha stroked my cock and it responded "Oh yes, Simon, despite his moans he's getting quite turned no here, he loves being Lucy Cunt, don't you my dear." Totally humiliated, unable to move I gave a tiny nod as I continued with my ordeal... To be continued.. All feedback appreciated. How I Became A Girly Slut Ch. 03 Copyright 2008 literwriter@yahoo.co.uk To make sense, I recommend reading parts 1 and 2 first.... Samantha, moaned as I lay on the floor underneath her in my school uniform, licking the cum from her freshly fucked arse as she ground herself onto my face, rubbing her clit through her skirt. It seemed to go on forever as she kept orgasming and telling me that there was more cum and to push my tongue deeper into her disgusting arse to get it all out. Finally, my ordeal was over as she climaxed loudly and said in a satisfied voice: "Mmm I'm done now." She got off me and I stood up, seeing my face in the mirror. There was a combination of smudged lipstick, dried cum and brown marks and I sobbed as I tried to rub some off. My skirt barely came to the middle of my thighs and I blushed as I saw what I looked like. "Don't just stand there Lucy Cunt," she barked, "Simon's waiting for you and he's not a man to keep waiting." The door to the office opened and Anna, the anaemic looking blond shop assistant, walked in, smirking, with "my" stockings and cum stained panties in a pink-tinged see-through shopping bag. Everyone who saw me would know what I had in there! Worryingly there was no sign of the jeans, shoes or t-shirt that I'd come with. I'd have to wear this outfit to get back across town. Without saying a word, I took the bag and my phone and hurried to the shop door. Perhaps if I rushed back, this humiliation could end quickly. I'd barely gone a minute down the street when my phone rang. Looking at the display I saw the name "Master Simon" and underneath was the contact picture - me on my knees sucking his cock! I answered it as quickly as I could, face burning with shame. "H-h-hello..... Sir," I whispered and stammered. "That's a good girl," he murmured, "now, Simon says, you're going to carry out a task on the way back here." Knowing that disobeying would probably lead to all my friends getting a copy of this picture and/or the video that they'd tricked me into starring in, I said, "Yes, Sir, what do you want me to do?" "Repeat after me. I am Lucy Cunt..." "I am Lucy Cunt," I whispered. "Loudly!" he commanded "I am Lucy Cunt," I said loud enough for an old lady to start at the profanity as she walked past me. "And I love cum. Can I have your phone number?" "S-S-S-Sir. Please don't do this." "Oh well, I'll send the pic and video then." "No-no-no-no." I begged, almost shouting, "I am Lucy Cunt and I love cum. Can I have your phone number?" "Good slut" he chuckled "Say that to every guy who makes eye contact with you or talks to you. Take their numbers and create a group in your phone for them - 'Lucy's Contacts'. If they want you now, tell them it'll have to be later as you've got a big fat cock full of cum from your Master waiting for you. Remember, I have friends everywhere so I'll know if you're not obeying." "Yes, Sir." I murmured and he clicked off the call. I took a deep breath and started to walk. I came round the first corner and almost bumped into a chubby guy, about 50, balding with a ginger/grey beard who leered at me and said: "Mmm nice schoolie outfit." Shyly, I whispered and stuttered: "I am L-l-lucy C-c-cunt and I love cum. C-c-can I have your phone number?" His eyes lit up and said: "Oh yeah. Of course you can. Why don't you come with me now and I can give you the number and what you clearly want? Do you want it now, slut?" I told him that I was heading back to my Master and his cum now but I would call him later. He laughed but said that was acceptable and gave me his number. Shaking, I keyed "Martin" and his number into my contacts list. Martin laughed and fondled my arse and slapped my legs before walking off. Many men wanted me to take their number - a lot of them married but telling me to text when I was free. Many guys thought it was fantastic and hilarious but some of the other men I bumped into on that long walk were more interested in shouting abuse or even spitting on me. At one point, I had to sprint down an alleyway to escape two 'straight' guys who were threatening to use my "sissy body" for their fun. No matter what the reaction from passers-by, good or bad, my face burned with shame. Finally, I got back to the road where Simon's flat was but I saw to my horror that as it was carnival time, the only entry to the Gay Village was with a pass. The security guards were very polite and turning people away to the ticket booth. I queued for quite a while but when I got to the front, the girl with the rainbow hair just smiled sweetly as she told me there were no tickets to be had. Of course whilst queueing, I'd picked up another load of admirers and phone numbers! I was at my wits end but I thought I had to try one last time to charm the security guards. As I walked over, I saw one of them was Lee, a tall wiry kickboxer who used to be the bouncer at a pub I drank at. Perhaps he'd let me through? I walked towards him, blushing deeply. "Hi Lee," I said quietly, "Do you remember me?" "Yeah," he smirked "but you didn't use to dress like that or wear lipstick and such interesting aftershave." "Please, I'm desperate. I have to get through to the street. Please!!" I begged. "OK, come into the portakabin then and I'll see what I can do" Lee said. Sighing with relief, I followed him up the steps and into the Portakabin. He went to the far end and opened the door, going through. I followed him, and as he locked the door, I realised it was a small toilet. "Well, you look really hot in that lil miniskirt and slutty cumcovered face. I don't normally do guys but I do love anal sex and from behind I imagine you'll be just as good as my girlfriend." "N-n-n-no!" I whimpered, petrified, "I'm not gay. I'm not into that!" "Oh well, good luck at getting a pass then!" Lee said, as he went to open the door. I put my hand on his, stopping him undoing the lock. His eyes burned into me and I knew that I had no choice here. "Will you be gentle?" I asked fearfully. "Of course" he said with a crocodile smile that meant anything but that. I reluctantly turned round, my hands on the cistern, my legs apart, feeling my miniskirt riding up. He slid his hand up my thigh, roughly grabbing my flesh and squeezing it as he undid his jeans. I closed my eyes, hoping my cock would stop twitching in my panties - oh God did I actually want this to happen?! Lee put his hand up my skirt and lifted it up over the small of my back. He put his hands inside the waistband of my white schoolgirl panties and pulled them down onto the floor. I felt his dick nudging against my exposed sissycunt and shuddered with fear. "Stop!" I whispered and turned round "Let me get it wet first." Lee grinned at this suggestion and nodded. I turned round to sit on the toilet and his cock roughly pushed against my red lips. Desperately, I started to slurp on his cock, drawing my tongue up and down the length, trying to get it as wet as possible. Now I'd sunk to VOLUNTEERING to suck cock - what was happening to me? "You're a good little cocksucker." he said approvingly as I slid my red lips up and down his cock and covered his entire length with as much saliva as possible. "Perhaps I'll get used to this from you as well. But now, I want this sexy little schoolgirl arse. Stand up!" I did as I was told and he turned me round, again positioning his cockhead at my entrance. He pushed forward and I gasped as his cock shoved me forwards but barely penetrated me. "Push out like you're having a shit and brace yourself for this" Lee said angrily. Shaking with fear, I braced and pushed against his prick. Lee thrust forward again. Suddenly my puckered hole's resistance gave as he pushed the end of his huge, bulging cockhead inside my virgin arse. I screamed with the pain and his hand came down, hard on my arse making me scream again. He hissed at me to be quiet or we'd be heard and did I want that? I sobbed "no" and bit my lip. Lee pulled back and pushed forward again, drawing another scream of pain from me as only a few millimetres of his bulging dick pushed inside me. Exasperated by my cries, he grabbed my panties off the floor and yanked my head back, pushing them into my mouth. Oh god, they were wet and not just from the precum that I'd dribbled on them - one of the security guards must have pissed on the floor in here! I tried to pull them out but Lee had his hand over my mouth holding my panty gag in place, the other hand pushing down on my arse, splaying my cheeks. He grunted and pushed forward with great force. Suddenly, with a great plop, his cockhead forced itself inside me. I screamed with all my lungs but the foul panty gag meant hardly no sound came out. He grunted and said "So fucking tight, that's lovely." He moved his hips back, stretching my hole as I screamed uselessly. Lee pushed forwards deeper inside me, then back out again, each thrust moving his massive (to my mind) cock deeper into my virgin bottom. He moved his hand from my arse to my shoulder and with the other hand clamped over my mouth he thrust harder and harder, each savage movement pushing him deeper and deeper inside me until suddenly I felt his balls slap against mine. "Oh fuck... so tight..." he moaned as he pulled his cock almost entirely out of my arse before hammering it all the way inside again. The pain was unlike anything I'd felt before and tears ran down my cheeks but for some strange reason my cock was hard! He started to build up a rhythm, pulling right out and then hammering forward, making me scream with every thrust. Suddenly Lee's breathing got shallower as he started to moan and suddenly I felt him spasm and liquid - oh God, CUM - spurting inside my arse. He slammed in and out moaning with animal lust as he filled me with spunk. I screamed into the gag but my feeble moans were drowned out by Lee's moans of "OH FUCKING YES!" as his cock twitched and pulsed inside me. How much cum could one man produce?! Eventually, finally, he stopped and pulled out with a load "plop". I slumped down on the toilet and felt what felt like my entire bowels fall out from my raw, stretched gaping arse. I retched and pulled my foul pantygag out as Lee stepped into the main office and then came back with his number on a piece of paper and a pass! Oh thank God, a pass! "Call me, sweetie!" he said. "That was fun!" On autopilot, I said: "Yes, Sir" and added his number to the 'Lucy's Contacts' list. I pulled my stained and wet panties back up and hurried out of the portakabin, my arse burning from the savage fucking that had just destroyed my virginity. I held on to the precious pass with all the energy I could muster. With every step, a mixture of cum and blood dripped into my panties. What had I got myself into? I showed my pass, went through the gate and hurried up the street, head down, trying to look invisible. I buzzed the buzzer to Simon's flat and stepped inside.... To be continued. All feedback appreciated.