1 comments/ 58501 views/ 3 favorites Leaving Silverton Ch. 01 By: regina_allen55 Chapter 01 - The Job Silverton was like any other mining town on the West Coast, where all the youth of the town did was grow up and either work in the mine or leave as fast as they could. I was just like all of them who harboured that same dream and couldn't wait to escape when or if the opportunity ever came. There wasn't a day that went by when I didn't think about it. My mother and sister were the only one's who were at home after my father died in an accident at the mine. There was now no money forthcoming and it was presumed that I was the man of the house who was required to support them during this time. My mother managed a small job at the council office, which provided income and Jenny was in her second year of high school. I had finished my time at Daylesford Collage and like all the others found it difficult to find any employment, as there were only limited jobs available except in the mine. I had passed my degree and considered myself above that sort of work and I still had a dream to get a job in my chosen field of film production. At school I was no sportsman and wasn't smart enough for the debating team. Instead I settled for drama and was soon involved in all aspects of it. There were a number of projects of all sorts, which I became actively involved in. I remembered getting a kick out of taking part in the plays where I portrayed everything from bit parts to staring role. I had been everything from a simple butler, to a guard or a singer, to one role, which was that of a female in the story Grease. I played the part of "Pinky" and enjoyed it immensely. I was required to dress for the part and at the time thought it strange that I had enjoyed wearing female clothing. I wasn't gay or anything like that as I had had plenty of dates, however none of them ever turned out to be a positive relationship. It was just that I found myself enjoying the feel of the soft satin against my skin and again I kept telling myself that it was not abnormal, as I also liked the company of men. There were plenty of catcalls and whistles during the play and I even received flowers from someone who really couldn't tell who or what I was. I guess the other thing in my favour was the fact that I was tall and thin, with features a little on the feminine side. I also found it a little funny that there were some girls who were a little jealous that I might have looked better than they did. After all no girl wanted to date someone who may have looked better than him or her. I was about 6' tall and slim with thickish brown, which was almost down to my shoulders. My complexion was fair and I had next to no facial or body hair, being smooth all over. I think there were those who because of my looks thought I may have been gay and that had caused me some problems. It was a typical day and I had stopped in for coffee with my mother at Porters Diner in the main street. Old man Porter had owned the place since I couldn't remember and it was a gold mine being the only coffee and eating-place in town. There always seemed to be a new waitress starting and it was known around that once hired he payed them, he thought he owned them as well. He was of such a belief and thought they all were fair game. I remember seeing the sign in the window seeking another waitress and had thought about speaking to him about the job, however he only hired young women. Then it hit me. I remembered back to my school days and the time I played the part of a female. Yes I thought to myself. I could do it? I could pass as a woman and get that job, which would get the money I needed to get out of Silverton. I quickly finished my coffee and kissed my mother goodbye, then headed home. As I did my heart raced and I was engulfed in the whole idea. I entered the house and went searching in my mother's room for a suitable outfit, which would be suitable for an interview. I found a grey suite at the back of her wardrobe and I knew she didn't wear it any more and she definitely wouldn't miss it. The skirt was a fraction short and would show some leg. It had a matching jacket and there was a white silk blouse and some white heels located in the shoe rack. I needed underwear and stockings, which I would find in Jenny's room. It was lucky that there were still some of her bra and panties from here teens as I wasn't endowed with breasts and therefore wouldn't be a need for padding. I picked out a white lace bra and panties and at the back of the draw found a pair of sheer lace-top stay-up stockings. They would be perfect, as he wouldn't be seeing so far up my skirt. I grabbed some of her make-up and headed back to my room. I telephoned Mr Porter and told him that I was new in town and was looking for a job. He seemed eager for me to come in for a n interview, which would be late that evening had just over two hours to get myself ready. I took a long hot shower and headed for my room. With my time during the plays I had gained both the knowledge and experience in application of my make-up. First came the foundation, followed by some eyeliner and mascara. A little eye shadow, some lip liner and finally my lipstick. I applied my stockings and heels, then the bra and panties. Finally the blouse, skirt and jacket. As I applied the final touches to my hair I looked in the mirror and there before me stood a good looking woman. It was strange. I began to feel aroused and could feel my cock begin to stiffen. I looked down and could see it press against my skirt. I located some tape and secured it pressed back between my legs. I was now ready to confront old man Porter. As I walked from the house there was the sound of my heels, which clicked on the footpath leading to my car. I was hoping that no one would recognise my car and ask my mother who the woman was that was driving. I parked at the back of the restaurant and headed inside. There was only one waitress left as she greeted me and I was ushered to the office back room. I took a last deep breath and knocked on the door. The door opened and there stood Bruce Porter. He was a short balding man who would have been in his late 50's. He was overweight and his face and hands were covered in sweat. I felt his clammy hand as he ushered me into the office. His hand was in the middle of my back as he steered me toward the large chair. "Please take a seat." "I didn't get your name?" My mind raced. Who was I? I hadn't even thought of who I should be. I had to think quickly. "Christine," I blurted out. "Christine Clarke." "Well Christine it is nice to meet you." "You can call me Bruce." "Ok?" "Thank you Bruce." "Now tell me all about you." As I started to talk I noted that he wasn't really interested in what I had to say. His eyes seemed to be undressing me as he stared at my legs, my mouth and the rest of my body. I began to feel uneasy as he continued to eye me. He seemed be sweating more as I told him what I though he needed to hear. The position I sat in within the deep chair had allowed the dress to ride up slightly and he was now getting a good view of my stocking encased thigh. His eyes seemed to dwell on them and he moved his head hoping to look further up my skirt. I thought it might be in my best interest to let him so I opened my legs slightly and allowed him a better view of my panties. It had the desired effect as I saw him having to move to adjust his crutch. I stopped talking and he was forced to return to the conversation. "Well Christine that sounds mighty fine." "Only you don't have any experience." " Please Mr Porter." "That's true I don't." " But I will do what ever it takes to get the job." "Well then Christine." "I bet you will," he smiled. "Now there is one just more thing." "Yes?" "I want you to stand for me." "Ok,"I stammered nervously. I eased myself up from the chair and stood before him. "I said show me your legs." His request was completely from left field. "Excuse me?" "You deaf girl." "I want to see your legs." I stood there dumb founded at his request. I again felt my heart my heart almost beat through my chest wall. "If you do want this job?" "You will show me your legs." I couldn't react as his request again echoed in my ear. "Christine" he yelled. "I want to see your legs." I placed my bag down and it was as if I was now remotely controlled as I moved away from the safety of the chair. I was now in full view as his eyes roamed my body. His finger motioned toward me. "The dress." "Pull it up." I took the hem and raised it. "Higher,"he snapped. The hem was now just below my waist and about half way up my thigh. "I said higher slut," he gain snapped. I pulled it up to my waist and he was now getting an even better view of my panties and my lace top stockings. "Oh yes very nice," he hissed. "Now get down on your knees and crawl over here to me." I was in shock as I found myself doing as I was told. I slowly edged my way toward him and was soon kneeling at his feet. My eyes focused on the crutch of his trousers and I could see the bulge in them press against the zipper. "Now I distinctly remember hearing you say that you would do what ever it took to get the job didn't you?" I knoded my head in agreement. "Good." "Then take it out." My hands reached up and I fumbled with the zip pulling it down. Next I reached in and my hand located his semi- erect penis, pulling it free. It felt soft in my hand as it slowly began to stiffen. "Now Christine." "I want you to show me just how much you want the job." "I want you to take my cock in that pretty mouth of yours." Again I was doing as I was commanded as my head and mouth moved to his cock. My lips parted and I felt it slide over my lips and into my mouth. His hand was soon on the back of my head as I began to move my mouth ion and off his cock. I have never touched let alone tasted another mans cock, yet here I was now dressed as woman and was kneeing before almost a complete stranger taking his cock down my throat. "Oh yeah baby,"he hissed. "Suck it." "Suck it real good you fucking little slut." "Oh yeah baby girl." "Show daddy how you really want this job. He was right. I needed the job and was now doing what ever was needed to get it. A strange sensation was sweeping my body as I found myself beginning to enjoy what I was doing. My hand moved to the shaft and my fingers wrapped around its thickness. I began to stroke it as I licked and sucked his cock head. He was soon enjoying my part of servicing his cock and I remembered what turned me on when I was having my own cock sucked. I was doing it to Bruce Porter. My saliva covered it's length and in the quiet office I could hear the familiar slurping sound that one makes when sucking cock. Bruce was beginning to rock his hips back and forth fucking my mouth. I in turn was working hard to please him, doing just that. His pace increased and I could taste his precum. I readied myself to receive his seed and it soon happened as his cock exploded, sending his jism down my throat. I managed to gulp the first lot down, however there was too much. I couldn't pull my mouth off as he held my head, which prevented me from doing so. He continued to pump every last drop into my opening until it was finished. I managed to keep my mouth tightly closed tightly around his cock until the last of sperm dribbled down my throat. His cock softened and he released his grip on my head. "Lick it clean," he commended. My tongue gathered every last drop as I lapped it up like a kitten would milk. It was now cleaner than when I had started and I knelt there awaiting my next command. Bruce Porter zipped himself up and sat behind his desk. I stood and my legs felt like jelly as I had been on my knees for some time. "Well Christine." "You are one hell of a cock sucker," he smiled "You did very well.' My eyes avoided his gaze. "I'm sure going to enjoy having you here," he smiled. "I'll see you bright and early for your first day tomorrow." He handed me my uniform as I headed for the door. "Oh and Christine," "I hope that your pussy and that cute little ass are going to be as good." As I drove home I could still taste his cum in my mouth. His last words still echoed in my head as I thought about him wanting to fuck me. I knew that if he discovered who and what I was that my life in town would be finished and I would be forced to move without having any money. I thought hard and hatched a plan that if he ever did I would make the excuse and hopefully he would settle for some of what he had just sampled. I would stay for there for just over 4 months and in that time he never managed to fuck me. I however continued to suck his cock on almost a daily basis and was soon finding that little extra in my weekly pay packet. I packed the car on the morning before my last shift and in the afternoon collected my severance pay. I was still dressed as I drove out of town and headed for hopefully a new start. Leaving Silverton Ch. 02 Chapter 02 - The Farm Hand The temperature gauge climbed steadily as I made my way toward the next town. Steam and smoke started to bellow from under the bonnet as the old girl finally ground to a halt. I climbed out and lifted the bonnet to survey the damage and it was then that the rusty old red pick-up stopped. "Do you need some help Ma'am? I looked up and could now see where the voice was coming from. In the drivers seat was a large red headed boy in his early 20's he was huge from what I could see and he was wearing overalls with no shirt. He was built and his large frame almost touched the roof. I walked toward the truck and was now at the door. "Hi," I replied. "You need some help?, he again smiled. "Why yes, yes I do." He opened the door and walked to my car. He looked at the engine and then turned in my direction. "I don't know much about cars." "But my uncle does." "And where is he?" I asked. "At the farm." "I could take you there and he could come back if you want?" I had no choice. I was stranded and there seemed to be no other option. "Ok." "Let me get my things and we can go." I hurried back and grabbed my purse, which contained my money and locked my car, then opened the passenger's door of the truck and stepped up into the seat. As I did he noticed that my dress was letting him see my legs and his eyes were looking at as much of me as he could see. Once inside I pulled my skirt down and adjusted my self. We were soon on our way and heading hopefully to our destination. We soon turned off the highway and down a windy dirt road. I continued with some small talk until I noted that he turned again further off the road and then into a thickly wooded area. The truck stopped and he turned the engine off. "Are we here?" I asked. "No Ma'am we ain't," came his reply. "Why have we stopped?" "Well I thought we should get aquatinted a little better." "His large hand was now on my thigh as he gripped it tightly. "I never seen anyone as pretty as you." My god I told myself. Here I was alone in a truck with a complete stranger who thinks I'm a woman. To him I am as I am sure dressed like one. I had to think of something. "What is your name?" I asked. "Robert, Ma'am." "Hi Robert." "My name is Christine." "Nice to meet you Christine." "It's nice to meet you Robert." "Robert you seem nice, however I have someone in my life." "You have a fella?" "Oh you mean a boyfriend?" "Yes." "Yes I have a boyfriend." "And he ain't here right?" "Well no he is not, but." "Well if he ain't here then it makes it ok?" His large hand grabbed my wrist and he pulled me to him. He was big and a lot stronger and his hand moved to the back of my head and he pulled me to him. His mouth was now pressing on mine and his tongue was soon in my mouth. He was French kissing me as his hand moved under my dress and along my thigh. I struggled but it was useless. I took his hand and pulled it from under my dress. I fought to catch my breath. "Please Robert," I panted. "I'm not who or what you think." "You're so pretty." "Please I can't." The look on his face soon changed as he glared in my direction. "Now you look here." "I'm helping you and you owe me." "Robert please,"I again interrupted. His hand lashed out and he slapped me hard. "You look here," he hissed. "I want what's coming and I'm going to get it." "And if I don't then I'm gonna take it." I began to panic as my options were beginning to diminish. He was going to rape me unless I could do something to put him off. I had to do it and do it fast. "Ok Robert." "But I can't let you put it inside me." "I will let you put it in my mouth ok?" The smile on his face told me he liked the arrangement. I slid over in the seat and my hand made it's way to his crutch. I took the zipper and pulled it down, then put my hand inside and pulled his cock free. As I did, it soon became apparent that his appendage matched his large frame. His cock was massive. It was some 10'' long and almost 2'' thick. The more alarming fact was that it was still becoming hard and I soon realised that the choice I had made to suck him was the better of the two evils as this thing would have ripped me in half. My tongue darted out and I began to slowly lick the large purple head of his rampant cock. I could taste the precum mixed with sweat as I ran it down the length of his shaft. I now stroked him long and hard as my tongue was like a serpent snake rolling up and down the length of his shaft, then over his cum filled balls. Her began to moan loudly as the more be became aroused. "Oh yeah Miss Christine that feels so good." "You do that so much better than Ma does it." His mother takes this in her mouth I thought to myself. She must be some affectionate mother to do this for her child. I quickened my rhythm and now wanted to get him off so as he would help get my car going only he wasn't ready quiet yet "Suck it Miss Christine," he again cooed. "I want to give it all to you." Robert grabbed a good handful of my hair and pulled my mouth off his cock. "Please Miss Christine." "Let me put it inside you," he begged. "Robert, there is nothing more I would want than to feel your big beautiful cock inside me," I told him. "But I want so much to taste you hot cum in my mouth." I was lied through my teeth; fore I knew that if he discovered I wasn't what he thought I was that he would inflict some pain on me. He opened the door and pulled me out of the truck pushing me to my knees on the ground. He undid the clasps on the overall and they slid to the ground. He wore no underpants and his cock twitched and moved in all directions as if it had a life of it's own. I took it in my hand and my fingers paled in to the massive thickness as I wrapped my fingers around the base and began to stroke him. I moved my head forward and let my tongue roll over the head of this monster. Bruce liked what was happening and he wanted me to soon take it in my mouth. "Oh Miss Christine that feels just fine." "Now lick em." "Lick my balls." His testicles hung like huge weights from under his cock shaft as I lifted it up and took on in my mouth. I rolled it back and forth, sucking and licking the smooth cum filled rock. Next I took the second and it too received the same treatment. The long slivers of my saliva dripped from the mass in my moth returned to his cock shaft. I opened my mouth wide to except his cock only I knew that my jaw wouldn't open that much. Robert grabbed the back of my head and he pushed it home. I pulled my head back like a sword swoller would, which in turn enabled me to take more of his cock in my oral cavity. The head hit the back of my throat and I fought hard so as not to gag. I was breathing through my nose as this monster cock invaded my opening. His balls hung just above my chin as I watched them swing back and forth. He wanted to make me take it all and I wouldn't be able to do anything about it. "Oh Miss Christine you are better than Ma." "She don't take half as much in her mouth as you can." That was of little comfort to me as I struggled to accommodate him. His cock was beginning to leak precum and I knew he was on the brink of climax. I relaxed my throat and mouth muscles, then moved my tongue to one side. With one last shove his cock exploded in my opening and the hot sticky liquid hit the back of my throat. I gagged and fought my gag reflex as a second and a third spurt entered my mouth. He pulled my head back and his cock slipped from my mouth. He grasped it in his hand and began to stroke himself sending more and more of his seed shooting from the eye and over my face. Soon it was in my eyes over my lips and mouth and dripping from my chin. My hands rested on my thighs and I tried to regain some form of composure. "Oh Miss Christine."he smiled. "That was so damm good." "You sure know how to make me feel just fine," he again smiled. I took a tissue from my purse and endeavoured to wipe the remanence from my face. "There's some water in the truck if you want me to fetch it for you." "Thank you,"I replied. I did manage to clean most of it away and re-applied my make-up. "Well we best head to the farm." He opened the door and I slid back into the seat. The truck was soon back on the road and hopefully we were heading back to the farm. "You know what Miss Christine?" "No,"I replied. "The folks are sure gonna enjoy meeting my new girl." The grin on his face told me that I was now his and that was a thought I dreaded in every possible way. Leaving Silverton Ch. 03 Chapter 03 - Uncle Billy's Girl The truck ground to a halt and Robert opened my door. "Hey Pa," he yelled. "Come meet my new girl." The old man left his chickens and headed toward the truck. "Well Robert." "She is one good looking girl." The old man's eyes roamed my body from head to toe as he held his hand out. "Names Uncle Billy." "Nice to meet you Missy." "And you as well," I replied. " I'm not really Roberts girl," I informed him. " Hell no," he replied. "You're much too pretty for him." He smiled a wicked smile and his teeth were all brown and out of shape. He stood about 5'11'' tall and slightly hunched over. He was thin with that cowboy presence about him. "You hungry girl," he enquired. "Yes," I replied. "Well let's go up to the house and Ma can fix us something." Uncle Billy walked behind me as he steered me toward the house. I was shown to where I could freshen up, then joined them at the table. I was introduced to Roberts's mother and sister. There was the usual small talk as we ate and throughout the meal Roberts hand would brush my thigh as he tried to push it under my dress. I battled hard until the meal was finished. "Pa you want I should show my girl the new horse?" "I'm sure that Christine will want some time to her self this afternoon." "You get and fix here car, you hear." "Yes Pa." Robert left and I felt in debt to Uncle Billy him for some respite from his roving hands. "Well girl I got some things to do in the barn," he informed me. " I'd be happy to show you around?" I hesitated and the offer would be better than spending time in the house. There would also be a problem if Robert was to return and I was alone with him. I don't know if I could have kept him at bay any longer so I accepted Uncle Billy's offer. As I made my way into the old barn, I could feel Uncle Billy's hand in the small of my back guiding me to the stall at the rear of the stable. The smell of fresh horse manure and hay was a little overpowering. I tried hard not top step in any of it, as my heels would be covered in the messy substance. The light was beginning to get a little dim as I made my way slowly forward toward the stall at the rear of the barn. I approached the waist high railing of the stall and it was then that I felt him grip my wrist. He pushed me forward bending me over it and as if he were roping cattle he soon had my wrists secured to my ankles. He took another rope and pulled it around my waist and it secured me in position. Her returned to here my upper body was and I felt the cold steel as he inserted a horse's bridal between my teeth pulling it back over my head. Lastly he took more rope and secured both my knees to each of the rail, which forced my legs apart. I had no time to protest while all this was happening as his job was completed so swiftly. I was now secured and I was helpless as I lay bent over the rail with my legs apart and my bottom pushed high in the air. Billy now moved behind me and I felt his hand on my bottom pressing through the softness of both my skirt and my panties. "Well missy," he laughed. "You look mighty fine all thrust up like a turkey on thanksgiving." "You sure look good." "Now you been flashing that cute little tail about and I know you been wanting it to be filled with some good old cock." "Robert tells me that you're his girl." "And he says you suck cock better than his Moama." "I sure you and I are gonna get real close when I'm fucking your cute little ass." I could feel his hand under my skirt and the sound of him tearing it away echoed in my ears. He would soon discover that I was not what I appeared to be and I knew that he wouldn't be happy. He pulled my skirt up over my waist and I was now fully exposed. "Well look what we have here." "You ain't not real woman at all." I heard him laugh as his eyes roamed my rounded white buttocks. "Robert is sure gonna be real upset when he finds out that your really a sissy boy." There was a silence and I began to panic at what was going to happen to me. "You know it really don't matter to me you ain't no real girl." "Hell I've stuck my cock in every sort of hole that you ain't even thought about." "Come to think of it." "I ain't never fucked me no sissy boy." "But I have fucked me a man some time ago." His hand was again on my bottom and he ran his hand down over my buttocks and then between my legs. He gripped my cock and pulled it back between my legs. "Now lets get you nice and hard and then Billy's gonna fuck your man pussy. He began to stroke my cock and then I felt his hot breath on the opening to my anal canal. His tongue touched me and I felt myself strain against my bindings. Billy began to rim me as he pulled my cock in long hard and strong pulls. My body was betraying me as I felt my cock stiffen to a point where I thought it would burst. God I was so hard and I wanted to cum at the attention his hand was paying my cock and what his tongue was doing to my ass. He knew how to please me and he was doing just that. He worked me over and I was now his little bitch on heat. I wanted him to pull me to climax and I would do what ever it took to get there. If he wanted to fuck me I wouldn't protest, as I wanted his cock inside me as if it gave him pleasure he would return the favour. I heard him move away for a second and then felt the coldness of some cream he was applying to my opening. His finger was well lubricated as he pressed it past the resistance of my sphincter. It was soon inside me and up to the knuckle of his fist. There was a second finger and soon a third as his fingers penetrated me and began to move in and out of my hole. He was finger fucking he as his other now lubricated hand again stroked my cock. I began to hear and feel myself moan into my gag. I was so hot and waiting to be filled with cock, that when it did happen there was no surprise. The head of Billy's cock now prodded and probed my opening. The pre lube was working as he pushed it slowly into me. I could feel it stretch me wide and the pain was intense. It felt as if it was tearing my opening and whilst my mind told him to stop, my body wanted it inside me. He inched it further in as he continued to stroke my own cock even faster. He grunted and groaned as his monster made it's way deeper and deeper until it was all finally in me. I could feel his pubic hair against my skin and could feel the flesh of his balls also touch my buttocks. He stood for a moment savouring his triumph of my anal tunnel devouring his cock. He pulled back slowly and then with force, again rammed it home. My stomach pushed hard against the rail and he now pulled it back, then pushed it deep and hard into me. He was beginning to fuck his bitch and I was letting him do it His hands reached under the rail and he grabbed my blouse pulling it open. Buttons landed in all directions as he located my bra. He pulled it up exposing my nipples and he gripped each between his thumb and forefingers. He began to twist them as he started to fuck me. The pain was intense yet exciting as his pace quickened. My anal canal was beginning to stretch and with the lubricant it was accommodating his cock. Saliva dribbled from my gag as he fucked me forcibly. I soon found myself pushing back against each thrust, as I so wanted to pleasure my new lover. "Oh yeah baby." "You are so fucking tight." "I bet you never ever had cock in you, have you girl?" I nodded my head in the negative as he pounded my hole. "Well you'll soon be begging Uncle Billy for cock." It was true, as I didn't want him to stop. My cock exploded in his hand and had cum like never before. My juice shot all over the dirt floor as he continued to express every last drop from my cock. I felt myself pant like the pony girl I was as he stroked it one last time. "That feel good." He didn't realise just how good I thought to myself. "Well now it's Uncle Billy's turn." His hands gripped my hips as he began to thrust even harder I pushed back against each shove wanting to please the new man in my life. His pace was frantic as he pushed one last time. The cries echoed throughout the barn as I felt the first of his cum shoot deep in my hole. He continued time after time as he shot more and more into me. There was so much as it seemed never to end until I felt him slump on top of me. He lay there for some time as we both regained our composure. He pulled his deflating cock out of my hole and I could hear a plopping sound. I felt his seed run down the inside of my thigh. As he removed my restraints. As I stood to my feet I felt uneasy and found it difficult to stand. H grabbed me around the waist and his mouth was on mine. His tongue entered like a snake and it brushed across my teeth. "You're my girl now understand?" "Yes Uncle Billy." "You go get yourself cleaned up and you will be sleeping with me tonight." "Yes," "I can't wait to get my cock in that mouth your yours, now go on get." His hand slapped my buttocks and I acknowledged his evil smile as I headed back to the house. I now knew that for the time being I was Uncle Billy's for the taking.