Steve drove Lilly back to the Black Sheep and parked where he had picked her up. They kissed each other farewell, both of them reluctant to say goodbye. Steve watched Lilly walk down the street to the entrance to the pub and sighed. There was no doubt that what he felt for Lilly was more than just lust but he also realised that he had become entangled in an almost impossible situation.

Lilly had five thousand pounds of his hard earned cash in her handbag and he had no doubt that she would invest it wisely but Steve knew that Peter would be angry if he found out that Lilly had gone behind his back and against his wishes. Steve also knew that Peter would be furious if he found out that he and Lilly had been having sex. Lilly had told him that Peter was jealous and possessive of her and that he had started to become violent and Steve did not want anything bad to happen to the lady he had just discovered he had intense feelings for.

Lilly made a beeline for her usual table and saw that Brittany had returned from the towpath and was sitting with another beau. Crystal and Richard were seated there too and Crystal smiled conspiratorially at Lilly as she squeezed into her seat between the two couples. She had stopped at the bar and bought herself a gin and tonic and was sipping it when she saw Peter barging his way through the crowd.

Lilly had made it back to the Black Sheep just in time. Her business with Steve had taken far longer than she expected and she smiled to herself as she felt a dribble of Steve’s spunk leak from her bottom into her knickers, evidence of why she had taken long.

“How did you get here?” Peter demanded as he pulled up a chair, forcing everyone at the table to move over to let him in.

“You're not the only minicab driver in Manchester. You stormed off and left me at home and you know how much I love my Saturday nights out at the Black Sheep,” Lilly replied.

Peter was still drunk and obstreperous but Lilly sidled up to him and squeezed his leg and nibbled his ear trying to be conciliatory.

“I’ll make it up to you when we get home,” Lilly whispered and snaked her hand up his thigh and squeezed his cock through his trousers.

“You bet you will,” Peter slid his hand under Lilly’s skirt and clasped her thigh.

Lilly knew that Peter was angry because she had gone to the Black Sheep with another minicab driver and was suspicious about her actions. He quizzed Crystal who had backed Lilly’s story that she had been dropped off at the pub in a minicab and had been with her and Richard all night at their table playing bingo, singing along with the knees-up and laughing, joking and drinking. Crystal thought that Lilly’s absence was due to her sneaking down the canal to meet another lover but she kept schtum. It was not unusual for the transvestites who frequented the Black Sheep to have a ‘steady boyfriend’ but also undertake dalliances when their boyfriend wasn’t present.

Peter continued to drink heavily and Lilly offered to drive home but Peter was determined to do so himself. Peter was not a sloppy drunk and he retained his faculties as he drove home carefully, and thankfully, a little slower than usual. Lilly was hoping that having been drinking all day that Peter would be neither desirous nor capable of sex but that wasn’t the case.

As soon as they were inside Lilly’s flat Peter began to paw at her. He pressed her against the wall in the hallway forcing sloppy kisses on her. He hitched up her skirt and squeezed her buttocks. Thankfully he seemed blissfully unaware that the rear of Lilly’s knickers were damp with Steve’s semen. Steve had unloaded twice in Lilly’s bottom at the lockup and she was a little sore and not particularly in the mood for sex but Peter would not be denied.

Lilly let Peter have his way with her, suggesting they move up to the bedroom but Peter was impatient and overly stimulated. She returned his sloppy kisses and reached for him, surprised to find that despite the alcohol he was quite concupiscent. She thought that maybe if she dropped to her knees and used her oral skills on him he might be content with fellatio.

Peter dropped trou and Lilly took his cock into her mouth and began to suckle it, sliding her lips up and down the shaft and tickling his glans and frenulum with her tongue, just the way she knew Peter liked it. Peter held her head so tight that he knocked off her blond bouffant wig but that didn’t concern him, he entangled his fingers in her blunt-cut feathered bob and fucked her mouth. When she gagged he just fucked her mouth harder.

Lilly was choking on Peter’s thick cock, doing her best to work her lips and tongue to get him off; she stroked his scrotal sac and looked up at him with her brilliant green eyes enhanced by her black eyeliner and mascara. Peter glared down at her and held her face tightly in his hands and thrust his cock in and out of her red-lipsticked lips.

Lilly could sense that Peter was becoming frustrated. Although he was able to cultivate a strong vibrant erection the alcohol in his system was preventing him from climaxing and he was taking his frustration out on Lilly.

She was actually relieved when Peter dragged her to her feet, spun her around and slammed her into the wall, hitching up her skirt and pawing at her knickers. His cock was losing its rigidity as he pawed at her buttocks trying to force his semi-hard member into her rectum. Peter was oblivious to the fact that the rear of Lilly’s kickers was soaked with Steve Vogel’s semen but it turned out to be a godsend.

Instead of Peter trying desperately to push his cock into Lilly’s dry hole, her anus was clotted with Steve’s spunk which acted as a lubricant.

Lilly grunted when Peter managed to force the head of his cock inside her sphincter. She concentrated on loosening the tight ring of her sphincter which facilitated Peter’s entry.

“Take that you bitch,” Peter grunted, his breath foul with beer, whisky and cigarettes.

Once he had his glans inside Lilly his cock became fully erect, her slick anus swaddled his shaft, evoking a steely tumescence which Peter pushed into Lilly as far as it would go.

“That’s better kitten, now let’s have you then,” Peter sniggered.

Despite using his pet name for Lilly he showed her no affection. He dug his fingers into her hips, gripping her tight as he slammed his cock in and out of her anus. Lilly took the battering, dutifully pushing her buttocks back into Peter’s groin and arching her back so that he had unencumbered access to her tight void. She gritted her teeth and stifled her moans as Peter assaulted her back passage.

When Lilly pushed out her buttocks and opened her legs to accommodate him, Peter moved his hands down to her thighs, clutching them for purchase as he slammed his hard cock in and out of her slick tunnel. Lilly was ever grateful that she had gone straight to the Black Sheep unable to douche away Steve’s emissions. Steve’s congealed jism lubricated her anus, making Peter’s assault on her rectum tolerable despite the pain.

Peter pressed Lilly against the wall for what seemed like an eternity, pounding her, twisting her head sideways so he could place slobbering kisses on her mouth, raking her thighs until her stockings were in tatters. Then finally he roared like a rampant lion as his orgasm finally erupted. He slammed Lilly hard into the wall and drove his cock as deep inside her as it would go and blasted the wall of her anus with his hot, viscous load. He ground his groin into Lilly’s soft buttocks and gyrated his hips.

Despite the pain, Lilly’s biology betrayed her. Peter’s thick cock illicited flowerets of pleasure from her sphincter and the walls of her anus, his bloated glans pressed on her prostate as he unloaded his essence inside her and Lilly’s cock dribbled a little freshet of spunk into her already saturated knickers. The orgasm was feeble but it distracted her from the pain. She whimpered with guilt and shame as she climaxed, feeling Peter’s semen comingling with Steve’s issue. Lilly felt degraded and sluttish. Her anus had been ravished four times that day, twice tenderly by the man she was becoming to feel a strong affection for and twice violated by the man she was starting to hate.

Peter pulled his cock from Lilly’s battered derriere and wiped it on her skirt contemptuously before pushing her away.

“You don’t go anywhere unless you’re with me or I drive you. You’re mine Lilly. If it wasn’t for me you would still be playing dressup at home, sticking dildos up your arse while you watch pornography, taking pictures of yourself and putting them in that pathetic cardboard box I found in your wardrobe,” Peter grunted as he pulled up his trousers.

Lilly did not need to be reminded that before Peter had burgled her house and approached her with the intent to blackmail her, she had lived a sheltered fearful existence. Peter had freed her but she had come to realise that he had also imprisoned her. The phrase familiarity breeds contempt sprang to mind. Peter had cherished her, adored her, had even given her a pet name but when Lilly became more self-confident and started to display independence he had reverted to bullying and blackmail.

Lilly still felt affection for Peter and she had always shown him reverence and gratitude for freeing her from the shackles of loneliness and self-doubt but she now felt shackles of a different kind imprisoning her.

She hobbled upstairs to her bedroom and disrobed, throwing her tattered nylons and semen-curdled knickers in the bin. She showered and changed into her night attire and took the skirt that Peter had contemptuously wiped his cock on down to the laundry to wash it before the semen stain set. Peter was snoring on the sofa, an open bottle of whisky and a half-full glass on the coffee table in front of him. She capped the bottle and put a blanket over him to keep him warm.

The next morning she was busy in the kitchen making Peter’s Sunday fry-up. The clattering of pots and pans awoke him and she heard him groan as he made his way upstairs to bathe and change. When he returned he was freshly showered and shaved and he snuggled up to her as she tended the frying pan. He nuzzled her neck and told her how beautiful she was and that he was sorry if he’d made an arsehole of himself the night before.

She sat across from him at the breakfast table, watching him shovel eggs, bacon, sausage and baked beans into his mouth while she sipped tea and smoked a cigarette. If it was painful watching him eat but at least it kept him silent. She recalled how she used to love watching Peter devour the meals she cooked for him, he telling her how delicious her food was, but now she found his smacking and chomping quite repellent.

When Peter had finished eating he pushed his plate away and burped and reached across the table and snatched up Lilly’s cigarettes and lit one. Then he made an announcement that Lilly found astonishing.

“I want you to have this,” Peter snatched at Lilly’s hand and forced a diamond ring on her finger.

Lilly could tell that it was the real thing and not some costume replica of which she had many.

“Where did you get this?” Lilly asked feeling a little dumbfounded.

“I burgled a really posh gaff in Trafford last night. The jewellery I nicked will fetch a pretty penny,” Peter said triumphantly, blowing smoke across the table.

“I’m going to talk to Smiley this morning to see if he can fence it. He’ll get me a good price and I don’t want it in the house just in case the coppers put two and two together,” Peter said out of the blue.

John Smiley was one of Peter’s fences and owned a couple of pawn shops through which he sold ill-gotten gains but even Lilly knew that good quality jewellery stolen from a well-to-do household was hard to move. It would have to be shipped to London or possibly overseas or the jewels excised and sold separately as gemstones.

Peter usually burgled houses in suburban Manchester taking cash, watches, cameras, small household appliances, personal items, and silverware, which was easily sold on through pawn shops, car boot markets or second-hand shops and most of the jewellery he pinched was more likely to be cheap family heirlooms rather than anything extremely valuable. The police never really expected to recover such loot and as Lilly knew from her own experience their advice to the homeowner was to claim the loss on insurance. The theft of a substantial amount of valuable jewellery from a prominent community member though would mean that that the Burglary Squad and the Serious Crime Division would be charged with the investigation rather than just a visit from the wooden-tops.

The detectives would undoubtedly want to interview Peter because he had picked up the occupant in his minicab on the night of the burglary and if they suspected that he was linked to the theft they would want to search his residence. Lilly’s concern was that they might somehow link Peter to her, especially as his alibi would be that he was at the Black Sheep with her. She had five thousand pounds of Steve Vogel’s money secreted in her bedroom and if the police searched her house they would likely find it.

Peter spent some time on the phone talking to John Smiley, who although keen to fence the valuable haul, was not inclined to keep it anywhere near Manchester and told Peter that they would have to drive to London to visit a friend of his who was an expert in peddling jewellery of that calibre.

Peter packed an overnight bag and made preparations to drive across town to John Smiley’s pawnshop where he would pick him up and together they would journey to London where they would stay overnight.

“Enjoy the ring kitten and I’m sorry about yesterday, I just had a bit too much to drink,” Peter kissed Lilly and squeezed her buttocks.

“You were pretty pissed yesterday Peter, are sure you took all the usual precautions?” Lilly asked, concerned that alcohol had affected Peter’s usual thoroughness when he went about his crimes.

“Don’t worry about me kitten, by the time the old bill come to feel my collar I won’t have any of the stolen jewellery but I will have a bundle of cash hidden away for you to invest for me,” Peter sounded very confident.

*****

Lilly made the most of having the house to herself and she dressed in ten-denier tan Pretty Polly sheer-to-the-waist tights, black satin and lace full-cut knickers, a blue wrap housedress and white four-inch high heels. Even when she was dressed casually Lilly enjoyed taking care of her appearance. She did her makeup and fussed with her blunt-cut feathered bob, not bothering with an elaborate wig nor did she bother with a brassiere or breastforms as she would not be going out.

She made a pot of tea, gathered the Sunday papers and curled up on the sofa. On page four of The Guardian there was an article about a prominent member of the community who lived in Trafford whose house had been burgled and had been robbed of a considerable amount of cash and jewellery.

Lilly absentmindedly chewed a red manicured fingernail as she read the story. It had to be Peter, although he hadn't mentioned taking any cash from the house.

There was a loud knock on the front door which startled Lilly and she jumped to her feet and skittered down the hallway and put her eye to the peephole. Detective Constable Steve Vogel was looking anxiously up and down the street as he stood on her doorstep. Lilly opened the door and Steve stepped inside and closed the door firmly behind him. He brushed past Lilly and went straight into the lounge room where he turned to face her.

“Where is he?” Steve said bluntly.

“He’s not home. He’s gone to London with some bloke named John Smiley,” Lilly answered, a little flustered.

They both knew that they were talking about Peter.

“Fucking clown knocked over Jimmy Fothergill’s gaff last night. He should have known better. The deal is Peter burgles working class houses around our manor where I can control the investigations and see him looked after. He’s gone off the reservation as our American cousins are want to say,” Steve sounded angry and his demeanour reflected his ire.

“Don’t worry darling, I’m sure Peter will make sure you get your cut,” Lilly replied curtly, a little miffed with Steve’s attitude.

Steve took a deep breath and calmed down. He finally took the time to good look at Lilly and his face broke into a cheerful grin.

“I’m sorry Lilly. I shouldn’t be angry with you. You had nothing to do with it. I know where you were when the robbery was taking place,” Steve looked at her licentiously and Lilly blushed.

Steve went over to Lilly and took her in his arms and kissed her and Lilly felt her heart flutter. Steve was dressed as usual in tight stonewashed jeans, a white cotton shirt, soft brown leather jacket and polished brown ankle-boots.

“So, we have the place to ourselves?” Steve smiled conspiratorially down at Lilly.

He brushed her hair out of her eyes affectionately and kissed the tip of her nose.

“He won’t be back until tomorrow,” Lilly breathed.

“Sit down pet, we need to talk,” Steve suddenly became serious.

Lilly went to the kitchen and brought a cup and saucer back to the lounge room, sat down on the sofa and poured Steve a cup of tea. He lit a cigarette for her and one for himself and took a sip of tea and addressed Lilly.

“Jimmy Fothergill is a good friend of the Chief Constable and the boss has got us crawling all over Manchester looking for Peter. The burglary squad went straight to Caroline’s Cabs and checked her ledgers and they know that it was Peter’s minicab that picked up Jimmy last night. Jimmy normally has his driver take him around the manor but he said his Jag was in the garage being fixed and his wife had taken their Bentley to London,” Steve explained.

“Jimmy said he took a minicab for convenience but we know the real reason was because he was going to see a girlfriend down on Fairfield Street behind Piccadilly railway station and he didn’t want his car recognised. Anyway that doesn’t matter. What matters is that Peter has form for burglary and the old bill is on to him,” Steve took another sip of tea.

“One of the other minicab drivers told the detectives that Peter had taken to frequenting the Black Sheep public house and they knocked up the publican in the early hours and he confirmed that Peter was there around ten o’clock and was seen to be in the company of a woman matching your description,” Steve took Lilly’s hand and looked at her meaningfully.

“The burglary squad are searching Peter’s house and his lockup right now but I know they won’t find anything, Peter isn’t that stupid,” Steve squeezed Lilly’s hand gently.

“I hope so. Peter was pretty drunk yesterday so I hope he didn’t slip up,” Lilly was genuinely concerned.

“The thing is Caroline’s logs also listed an entry for one of her drivers picking you in a green Vauxhall Viva and dropping you off at the Black Sheep around sixish. We are checking all the cab companies for fares going to and from the Black Sheep last night and interviewing all of them. I told the boss that I would investigate the Smith Street address so that’s why I’m here,” Peter breathed deeply.

“I’m supposed to interview you and search your house for any of the missing jewellery,” Peter smiled wanly at Lilly.

“Don’t worry, you are one of many leads that the squad are following up on but you can see how seriously the Chief Constable is taking this crime,” Steve said.

“So you're going to pretend to interview me and search my house and report that I had nothing to do with the crime,” Lilly replied hopefully.

“Exactly. Then I need to get hold of Peter and let him know that the burglary squad is onto him and to make sure that he has taken the necessary precautions not to be linked to the theft. I’ll report that you said that Peter went straight to the Black Sheep after dropping Jimmy Fothergill off at Fairfield Street and that he was with you all evening. You won’t have to go down to the nick, I’ll write up your statement here,” Steve smiled at Lilly reassuringly.

“So are you going to ‘take down my particulars’, detective constable?” Lilly grinned at him licentiously.

Steve understood the double entendre immediately and took off his jacket and sidled up to Lilly.

“Well I need to be here long enough to establish that I’ve searched your premises and taken your statement which of course entails that I take down your particulars,” Steve slid his hand inside Lilly’s wrap housedress and tugged at the waistband her knickers.

Lilly kissed him and slid her tongue into his mouth and Steve stroked the front of her knickers. Lilly hadn't tucked because she was expecting to be home alone and her cock sprang to attention, tenting her tights and knickers. Steve closed his hand around the protuberance and stroked it, softly rubbing the nylon and satin of her undergarments against her sensitive organ.

Lilly reciprocated and unzipped Steve’s jeans and freed his sturdy member. She massaged it as they kissed; their passion building as they masturbated each other. Lilly allowed Steve to open her wrap dress giving him full access to her body. He moved his lips across her cheeks and nibbled Lilly’s earlobe briefly before moving on to kiss, lick and nuzzle her neck, inhaling her perfume and then his mouth continued its journey down to her clavicle where he explored the creamy flesh in the hollow notch.

Lilly closed her eyes and savoured the sensation of Steve’s mouth and tongue exploring her upper body. It had been a while since she had been so tenderly and lovingly explored. Peter’s ministrations had become increasingly centred on Lilly sucking his cock or just pounding away at her arse with minimal foreplay.

She tugged at his trousers and Steve took the hint and unbuckled his belt and dropped trou, shucking his trousers down around his ankles along with his underpants. He tore off his shirt and tossed it next to his jacket on the floor. Lilly’s hand returned to his bloated organ and stroked it gently, kneading a globule of pre-ejaculate from the eye which she massaged into his firm, silky flesh.

Steve continued his journey down Lilly’s body, pausing to suck, nip and lick her nipples until they became hard and sensitive, like ripe berries. Her breasts might have been pitifully small but they were tender and responsive to his touch. Her nipples hardened and warm ripples of delight radiated from them and coalesced with the intense sensations issuing from her cock which Steve was still stroking, gliding the satiny fabric of her tights and knickers across the throbbing shaft.

He lowered Lilly onto the sofa and climbed between her legs and instinctively she wrapped them around him, fretting her legs against his flesh and feeling him shudder as she did so. His mouth returned to hers and he kissed her again, softly at first but his ardour had been ignited and he pressed his penis against Lilly, thrusting it against her engorged cock, slipping it inside the leghole of her knickers so that it was enshrouded in her satin knickers whilst rubbing the base of it against her tights which were now damp with her secretions.

Lilly slipped her tongue into Steve’s mouth and held him tight, pressing her groin against his to maximise their pleasure as her legs continued to glide across his flanks, her high heels chafing his back, encouraging him to rut against her. She snaked a hand between their bodies and guided the head of Steve’s cock into the valley between her buttocks where she used a long fingernail to tear open a little hole in her tights and nestled Steve’s glans against her puckered bud.

“Be gentle, I’m a little sore,” Lilly gasped.

Lilly’s rectum was still tender from the battering it had taken yesterday but she yearned to feel Steve inside her and she encouraged him, lifting her buttocks up off the cushions to facilitate access to her pink, furrowed entrance. She had douched after her morning toilet and squeezed lubricant into her bruised anus, anticipating that Peter might press himself on her as soon as he awoke, which he liked to do most mornings.

This morning Peter had been too hungover and excited about getting rid of the stolen loot to bother with sex but Lilly was glad that she had prepared herself because it eased the passage of Steve’s stout manhood as it slid inside her. She winced as Steve’s cock invaded her tight, spongy tunnel. Steve felt her flinch and he stopped.

“I can take it out if I’m hurting you,” Steve gazed lovingly into her expressive green eyes and studied her pretty face looking for any sign that he was hurting her.

“Don’t you dare! Just take it easy darling,” Lilly scissored her legs against his body and kissed him deeply.

Steve just lay still on top of Lilly, kissing her, caressing her, ensuring that his belly pressed against her engorged rampant penis still trapped inside her knickers and tights. Lilly loved him for it. He was being a considerate lover, ensuring that Lilly received the pleasure she deserved whilst minimising any discomfort she might feel.

It was just as well that Lilly wanted him to be gentle because even though Steve had fucked her twice yesterday evening, his cock was still on a hair-trigger and close to climaxing. Lilly was just so beautiful, feminine and sexy and she had a way of presenting herself that ignited his desires. He adored that she always wore full makeup, her luscious lips enhanced by her red lipstick, her emerald-green eyes elevated like jewels by her smoky eye-makeup, her body swathed in tight seductive clothing, her legs swathed in diaphanous nylons, her pubis always shrouded in silky-satin undergarments. Her breath was always sweet; her body diffused the seductive essence of Dior Poison perfume which she habitually wore.

Lilly’s visage always caused Steve to desire her as soon as he laid eyes on her and the feel of her body enflamed his desires but it was not just her beauty that enamoured him. It was her grace, her vulnerability, her intellect and her elegance that bewitched and captivated him. He could never for a second imagine that he would fall for someone like Lilly Millington, yet he was besotted with her; impressions of her intruded into his thoughts at the most unexpected times.

He kissed her softly, his cock coddled by her tight velvet passage, his flesh alive with the sensations of her silky nylons as she leisurely scissored her legs against his haunches, her lips soft and yielding. Ringlets of pleasure radiated from his throbbing cock as her anus undulated against his encapsulated manhood.

Lilly adored having Steve lie on top of her, kissing her, caressing her, his body pressing against hers, his hard belly compressed against her aching cock, inciting her desires, his penis buried deep in her anus evoking warmth and pleasure from a vessel that had been so viciously battered by the man she was beginning to despise. But Lilly banished any thoughts of Peter from her mind and supplicated herself to the man she was starting to adore.

They lay like that, hardly moving, enjoying every scintilla of their union until Steve could not hold back extremis any longer.

“I’m going to cum,” Steve whispered and Lilly held him close, wrapping her arms and legs around him, kissing him with deep passion as she felt his cock begin to judder.

Lilly could feel Steve’s phallus engorge to full tumescence and suddenly it trembled and quaked as it disgorged his essence inside her. Her anus lit-up with a delectable glow that spread through her whole body as her orgasm blossomed. She flooded her knickers with her seed, Steve’s flat belly grinding the gossamer fabric of her knickers and tights into the sensitive organ. Steve felt Lilly’s anus ripple and undulate as she milked him of his creamy milt. He felt her cock juddering against his belly and the warm, lubricious secretions soak through her knickers, the piquant stench of her semen assailed his nostrils.

They lay in the comfort of each other’s arms, neither of them wanting to break the warm embrace, both of them basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking, both scared to say anything that might ruin the perfect exquisiteness of the moment.

Lilly finally spoke.

“Well detective constable, you didn’t exactly take down my particulars but you found yourself inside them well enough,” Lilly tried to make light of the moment.

“Well young lady, I think you might have been culpable in tempting me to do so. In fact I think you are duplicitous,” Steve also used humour to mask his real feelings.

“I’m hardly young and whether or not I am a lady is up for debate in some circles,” Lilly used self-deprecation to mask what she was feeling too.

A look of concern clouded Steve’s countenance which quickly turned to an expression of adoration.

“Don’t you dare talk about yourself like that Lilly, not even in jest. You are a beautiful woman. An exquisite example of perfection and I adore you. I cherish you for your uniqueness,” Steve stared meaningfully into Lilly’s eyes.

“Don’t be silly,” Lilly tried her best to lighten the tension but her heart soared at Steve’s revelation.

“I love you Lilly. I know that sounds trite and premature but I can only tell you how I feel,” Steve whispered.

Lilly’s eyes flooded with tears and she looked up at Steve with adoration.

“I never thought it possible that someone like you could love me and that I could love them in return but you complete me Steve. When I’m with you I’m happier than I have ever been in my life. I know that what I am complicates things and I will understand if we can be nothing other than secret lovers but I would be content with that. I would be content with any arrangement that allows me to spend any amount of time with you,” Lilly smiled up at him.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves shall we. We both have things to do if we are to make this work,” Steve kissed Lilly on the nose affectionately.

There followed the awkward necessity to disengage and Steve eased his shrinking penis from Lilly’s tight rectum. His semen dribbled from her opening, comingling with the cloying mess of her own secretions and she held her dress away from her saturated undergarments as Steve extricated himself from her embrace. He turned politely away from Lilly while she took off her heels and padded away, her wrap held open so as not to become stained. Steve put on his shirt and buttoned it and then pulled up his trousers and buckled his belt. Lilly climbed the stairs to her bedroom where she took off her semen-sodden undergarments and perfunctorily cleaned her pubic regions before slipping into fresh tights and knickers.

After closing her wrap housedress and fixing her makeup she came downstairs walking in stocking feet back to the sofa where she slipped on her heels.

“How the fuck do you manage to look like a goddess after what we have just done to each other on your sofa,” Steve smiled and wrapped his hands around her waist.

“Shut up,” Lilly giggled and Steve kissed her softly and led her to the kitchen table where he took out his notebook.

“I’ll write your statement while you make the tea,” Steve said, sitting down on a wooden chair and starting to write.

“What is it about Englishmen and tea?” Lilly laughed as she retrieved the teapot and cups and saucers from the lounge and brought them to the kitchen.

“The entire British empire was built on cups of tea,” Steve replied, blithely unaware that he was making a quote from a movie that had not yet been made.

Lilly just smiled, made tea and brought two cups over to the kitchen table and sat across from Steve. When she passed him his cup he suddenly baulked and snatched at her hand.

“Where the fuck did you get that?” Steve tugged at the diamond ring on Lilly’s finger.

“Peter gave it to me this morning,” Lilly replied, letting Steve wriggle the ring from her finger.

“Jesus Christ Lilly, Peter really is losing it. That’s part of the haul from Jimmy Fothergill's manor in Trafford. If you’re found wearing that ring they will likely bang you up along with Peter,” Steve studied the ring and then put it in the inside pocket of his jacket.

“Well you keep it. To be honest I never wanted it but I’m so scared of upsetting Peter lately that I just kept it,” Lilly explained.

Steve contemplated the ring that seemed to radiate evil warmth from deep in his pocket and he considered what Lilly had just said about being scared of Peter Simpson. He scribbled something in his police notebook then closed it, put it away and looked at Lilly again. How had he become besotted with this woman? Not for instant did he think of Lester Millington; he thought only of her as Lilly and the dilemma she faced and the predicament that he was in.

He was in love with a beautiful, caring transvestite who was the chattel of a vicious thug who effectively held her prisoner. Steve knew that he wasn’t much better than Peter Simpson. He was a corrupt cop who was also using Lilly for his own criminal endeavours but at least he wasn’t abusing her. He thought about the conversation they had had yesterday about how Peter was abusing her and of the bruises he had seen on her creamy white flesh.

“I have to go Lilly but I want to come back. Peter won’t be back from London until tomorrow so we can be together again tonight,” Steve took Lilly’s hand in his and kissed it.

“I would love that Steve. Is there anything in particular you want me to wear?” Lilly was thinking that Steve would want her dressed in sexy lingerie for an evening of lovemaking.

“Do you have a nice evening dress or something similar?” Steve smiled at her.

“Yes I bought one a couple of weeks ago but it’s too fancy to wear to the Black Sheep, which is the only place I go, so I haven’t worn it yet,” Lilly returned the smile.

She understood that Steve wanted her dressed nice so he could unwrap her like a present before they went to bed and had sex.

“I’ll cook us a nice Sunday dinner,” Lilly offered.

“Don’t bother. I’ll bring something. Be ready at seven,” Steve replied.

‘Just what I need; a takeaway Indian, Chinky or even worse, fish and chips,’ Lilly was a little disappointed that she was going to get all dressed up only to eat takeaway food but it didn’t matter. She was going to see Steve again tonight and that’s all that mattered. She couldn’t believe that she felt this way about him and that they had both spoken of love, as if it was something that either of them could actually experience, given what she was.

She escorted Steve to the door and they kissed, neither of them wanting Steve to leave but he had work to do.

“See you tonight. I can’t wait to see you in your nice dress,” Steve finally released Lilly from his tight embrace and kissed her softly farewell.

Steve worked the Fothergill case for the rest of the day. He met with the DI from the burglary squad and reported that he had located the woman that the publican had said had been in the company of Peter Simpson last night at the Black Sheep and handed him the statement he had taken from her.

“This Millington woman didn’t meet Simpson until around ten o'clock. That isn’t anything close to an alibi,” the Detective Inspector grumbled as he read the statement.

“That’s right sir. She met Peter Simpson at the Black Sheep and he drank with her and her friends until the pub closed and then he left the pub with her. She didn’t want to say too much but I am surmising they had a little slap and tickle in his minicab and then he dropped her home. She let me search her gaff but I didn’t find anything suspicious,” Steve elaborated on the half-truth he had written in the statement on which he had forged Lilly’s signature.

*****

Lilly fussed around the house all day doing busywork unable to take her mind off her impending meeting with Steve Vogel that evening. She was excited about seeing him again and delighted that they would actually be able to have dinner together before they went to bed. Steve would be able to spend the night and they would make love in a proper bed for once. Her bed.

With plenty of time to spare Lilly carried out the necessary functions that a ‘special lady’ like herself needed to perform prior to penetrative sex and then she showered, put on a robe and sat at her vanity. She wanted to look her best for Steve tonight and she considered which of her wigs to wear and then decided she would wear her own hair. She fussed with her blunt-cut feathered bob and used some product and a hairdryer to elevate it and give it body until she had it looking perfect. The blonde highlights in her tawny-brown bob looked stylish and modern.

The bob framed her face perfectly as she applied her makeup, a little heavier and seductive for the evening. She wanted to wear stockings and suspenders but the red satin evening gown clung to every curve of her body and was split on one side. Garters and clasps would ruin the lines of the dress so she opened another package of Pretty Polly nude, shimmery, ten-denier sheer-to-the-waist tights. She pushed her testes into her inguinal canals and carefully tucked her genitals so they wouldn’t spoil the silhouette of her dress. She shimmied into a pair of red seamless lycra panties that she had purchased especially to be worn under the dress.

She had bought the matching strapless brassier and she stuffed her silicon breastforms into the cups to give her some shape. Lilly put on the red satin sheath dress and stepped into her high heels and looked at herself in the mirror and was delighted with what she saw.

So was Steve Vogel when he came to her front door carrying a bouquet of flowers. He handed Lilly the flowers and made her stand under the hallway light so he could take in her beauty.

“You look elegant and gorgeous,” Steve kissed her cheek so as not to spoil her lipstick although he really wanted to take her in his arms and kiss her passionately and do unspeakable things to her.

But that could wait. What was the saying? The best things in life are worth waiting for?

“You look quite elegant yourself,” Lilly commented.

Steve was wearing a black evening suit and his hair was carefully combed and his aftershave smelled of something musky and woodsy.

“Where is the food?” Lilly asked, a little disappointed because Steve had told her that he would be bringing dinner.

“Your chariot awaits, Madame,” Steve made an elaborate bow.

“The Black Sheep isn’t open on Sundays,” Lilly was confused.

“We aren’t going to the Black Sheep. We are going out to dinner,” Steve smiled at her but Lilly paled.

“I can’t Steve. I’ll be clocked and you will be embarrassed and I will be devastated,” Lilly baulked.

“Have you seen yourself? No one is going to clock you. You look exactly like the beautiful vivacious woman you are. And even if the impossible happened and you were clocked, who cares. Certainly not me. I am not ashamed of you. I told you that I love you and I wasn’t lying. Now go and find a clutch to match that amazing dress and let us go forth and let the world behold Lilly Millington in all her glory,” Steve gave Lilly a brilliant smile and Lilly reluctantly complied.

Lilly was nervous and expressed her concerns to Steve in the car but she was also excited. Except for her sojourns with Peter down to the Black Sheep Lilly had never been out in public. She was a little relieved that the restaurant was on the other side of Manchester so when the inevitable happened and she was outed and humiliated, no one from her neighbourhood would know about it.

“Everyone is staring at me,” Lilly clung to Steve as the maître d'hôtel led them to their table.

“Of course they are darling. They are staring at you because you are the most beautiful woman in the restaurant,” Steve reassured her.

Lilly was relieved that their table was located in a quiet corner of the establishment and once they were seated people stopped staring at her.

“I’m so fucking nervous,” Lilly whispered in Steve’s ear.

Steve nuzzled her ear and kissed her quickly on the lips.

“Settle back and enjoy the evening,” Steve replied, studying the wine list.

After an aperitif and the entrée Lilly began to feel comfortable. Her nervousness dissipated and she enjoyed Steve’s company and being out on the town for the first time. She hadn't been clocked. She hadn't been embarrassed. She hadn't made a fool of herself. Lilly began to accept that the other patrons thought of her as nothing more than a woman dining with her beau, albeit a very attractive woman.

The food was fancy and the wine was delicious, a far cry from the stodgy English nosh that she and Peter ate at home. Lilly thought that she could get used to this. Then, after the main course, the inevitable happened and Lilly felt the need to use the toilet.

“Steve, I need to use the loo,” Lilly whispered, her voice panicky.

“Well just go,” Steve smiled back at her reassuringly.

“But I’ll have to use the ladies,” Lilly squeezed his arm desperately.

“You use the ladies at the pub so what’s the difference?” Steve smiled at her, trying to calm her.

“But this place is posh and the loo is on the other side or the restaurant; everyone will look at me and I’m sure I’ll be clocked,” Lilly’s dubiety had returned.

“Look, I need a slash myself. I’ll escort you to the toilets. I’ll use the men's and you use the ladies. I’ll wait for you outside and escort you back to the table,” Steve said and Lilly smiled at him.

He always knew how to solve her problems, even something as daft as going to the toilet in a posh restaurant.

Lilly felt a little trepidatious. She clutched Steve’s arm and clenched her clutch-purse as they weaved their way between the tables. She felt like all eyes were on her but what she didn’t realise was that there were indeed quite a few eyes on her. Those eyes belonged to men who ogled her long legs as the split in her gown opened and closed as she walked towards them and then leered at her trim bottom encased in the satin garment as she passed by.

A few of those men were kicked under the table by their wives and partners, the women jealous of Lilly.

The ladies loo was nothing like the ‘bogs’ in the Black Sheep. It was clean and well-lit and smelled of flowers. The sinks and fixtures gleamed under the brilliant white light and the long mirror behind the vanity counter was spotless. Lilly entered the cubicle farthest from the door and breathed a sigh of relief and then she had to deal with the indelicacy, as all women did in this situation, of lowering her knickers and tights whilst trying to keep the hem of her gown off the floor.

As she sat tinkling into the bowl she heard two women pause in front of the mirror to check their makeup.

“Did you see that bitch in the red dress weave her way through the tables like she was Julie Christie or something?” one of the women said.

“Yes I did and so did my Harold. He couldn’t take his eyes off her arse. I clipped him across the ear after she had walked past,” her friend commented.

“My Derek had the cheek to ask me why I didn’t dress like that when we went out. He’ll be lucky if I let him sniff my knickers tonight when we get home,” the first woman laughed raucously.

“I’ll give her, her due. She does look stunning,” the other woman admitted.

“And what about that hunk escorting her? He can sniff my knickers any time he likes, providing he takes them off me and gives me a good shagging first,” both women laughed vociferously.

Lilly waited until the women left the facilities then she patted herself dry, flushed, stood up and pulled up her tights and tucked her genitals, then pulled up her knickers. She left the cubicle and adjusted her dress in front of the mirror where she checked her makeup and washed her hands. She found Steve waiting for her outside and he escorted Lilly back to their table. This time she strode confidently and even kissed Steve on the cheek as they passed the table where the two gossips were sitting with their husbands.

*****

That evening Steve took his time undressing Lilly. As much as he would have loved to have fucked Lilly while she was still wearing the satin sheath, he took great pleasure in peeling her out of it. He was already naked, his cock rampant. When he had Lilly stripped down to her hose, knickers and heels he lowered her onto the bed and lay down beside her. They kissed softly at first, letting their ardour blossom, then they reached for each other. Lilly took Steve’s firm rod in her hand and caressed it while she kissed him fervently, he rubbed her cock through her knickers and tights, just how he knew she liked it.

When they were both close to extremis Steve quickly flipped himself top-to-tail with her and Lilly took him in her mouth and began to suckle him, swallowing the salty precum that leaked in rivulets from his penis. Steve tore a hole in Lillie's tights and prised her bloated penis through it and eased aside the gusset of her red seamless lycra panties and swallowed her cock.

It was a first for him and it was an interesting experiment. He felt Lilly working her tongue on his fraenulum and glans and he mimicked her actions and was rewarded when Lilly’s body shuddered and she mewed with delight as she responded to his ministrations. But fellatio was only the entrée. Steve enlarged the hole in her tights and slipped a finger into Lilly’s anus and she squealed jubilantly, spitting out his cock.

He took the initiative and threw Lilly on her back and mounted her, putting her ankles over his shoulder and thrusting his engorged cock inside her tight slick anus. It took only three thrusts before Lilly’s panties were soaked through with her spunk. He watched her face, her eyes screwed shut and her features distorted with ecstasy as she orgasmed then he lowered his face to hers and kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and filled her tight passage with his issue. He felt her anus contract around his cock, milking him of every drop.

They spent the night in Lilly’s bed but didn’t get much sleep. Steve left early because Lilly had to work and he had no desire to see Lester.

Lester took Steve’s five thousand pounds to work in his briefcase and opened another account in a fictitious name. It took him most of the morning to set up the elaborate, almost untraceable procedure whereby a small amount of certain large investors interest trickled into the account.

Lester spent the rest of the day conducting legitimate banking business before he went home and transformed into Lilly.

Peter arrived at Lilly’s little house on Smith Street at seven in the evening and Lilly sensed that he was agitated. She was dressed in the same burgundy nylon full-slip under the black satin V-neck housecoat that she worn when Steve made his surprise visit only yesterday. In anticipation that Peter would want sex she wore black seamed stockings, red satin knickers and heels, her makeup heavy, her hair coiffed just how she knew Peter liked it.

But after a perfunctory kiss and cuddle Peter turned on the evening news and settled down on the sofa. He stared at the television with the volume turned low, waiting to see if there was any news about the robbery in Trafford on Saturday evening.

“How did things go in London?” Lilly called from the kitchen where she was pouring two gin and tonics.

“Smiley and I did ok. John knocked up a jeweller in Hatton Garden who was none too pleased to be disturbed on a Sunday but when he saw what we had to offer the greedy bugger took the lot and gave us a half-decent price,” Peter lit a cigarette.

“I had to split the profits with John Smiley but I’ve still got nice little earner for you to deposit in my account,” Peter threw an envelope stuffed with cash on the coffee table.

Lilly returned with the drinks and sat down beside him.

“We celebrated in a club in Soho and then we went to a flash knocking shop. It was nice to fuck a woman with a real cunt for a change,” Peter smiled at Lilly maliciously.

Lilly flinched at the insult but took it in stride. She had not exactly been a model of decorum while Peter was away.

“I stopped by Caroline’s Cabs and she told me that the old bill have been around checking up on me. Then when I went home I found out that the coppers had searched my house looking for the jewellery stolen from Jimmy Fothergill’s,” Peter swallowed half of his drink and glared at Lilly.

“Oh?” Lilly feigned surprise.

“Don’t give me oh. I know that Steve Vogel is on the case. Has he been around here?” Peter growled.

Lilly decided that telling a half-truth was better than trying to lie.

“He came around yesterday looking for you. The publican at the Black Sheep told the coppers that you were with me on Saturday night so he thought it best that he be the one who checked your alibi. You know that Crystal and Richard will back your alibi, that is if the coppers can find out who they are and where they live,” Lilly tried her best to be supportive.

“So Vogel was around here yesterday?” Peter glowered.

“The police have had a fire lit under their arses by the Chief Constable, Peter. Apparently that Jimmy Fothergill bloke is tight with him. Steve is doing his best to keep them off your trail,” Lilly said reassuringly.

“You seem to know a lot about the whole shemozzle,” Peter downed the remainder of his drink and waved his glass at Lilly, demanding a refill.

“Steve told me everything he knows about the case. The old bill are looking for you. They want to question you. I gave Steve a statement verifying that you were with me on Saturday night,” Lilly called from the kitchen as she refilled Peter’s glass.

She came back into the lounge room and handed Peter his drink.

“But it isn’t an alibi really, is it Lilly? The logs at Caroline’s will confirm that I picked up Jimmy Fothergill from his gaff and you, the publican and your tranny girlfriend can only vouch for me after the robbery took place. What else did Steve tell you?” Peter glared at her.

“He’s doing his best to protect you Peter. He says that you should lay low for a while until the heat dies down. Without the loot to tie you to the crime it’s all speculation, provided that you didn’t leave any evidence at Jimmy’s house,” Lilly took a sip of her drink and Peter studied her carefully.

He suddenly remembered that he had given Lilly the ring he had stolen from Jimmy Fothergill’s house and noticed that she wasn’t wearing it.

“Where’s the fucking ring?” Peter snatched at Lilly’s wrist and twisted her hand cruelly.

“Steve took it. He recognised it from the description of the jewellery that the police are circulating and realised that it was incriminating,” Lilly tried to snatch her hand back but Peter held onto her wrist with a vice-like grip.

“How long was he around here? I saw the way he’s been looking at you. Did you have to give him your arse as part of the deal? Did you suck his cock right here on this sofa?” Peter’s face was livid with jealousy.

“You know that you are the only man that I have ever been with Peter. Steve is just trying to protect you,” Lilly tried to reason with him, even though she was caught in a lie.

“Bullshit! He just wants to make sure he gets his cut. He takes my money and now he wants to take my girl,” Peter stewed but he finally let go of Lilly’s wrist.

“Except you aren’t really a girl are you Lilly? You’re just like the other tranny tarts at the Black Sheep. You would be nothing without me, just some pathetic crossdresser wanking off in her knickers or bent over in one of the cut-outs along the canal,” Peter smiled wickedly.

“You know that’s not what I am Peter. Why are you treating me like this?” Lilly stood up and glared at Peter indignantly.

“Because I can Lilly. Because that's what you really are, isn’t it? You're my little tranny fuckpuppet who looks after my money and bends over when I need a shag,” Peter stood up and towered over Lilly.

“Why are you talking to me like this Peter? I’ve done nothing but be kind to you. I’ve given you everything you asked for and more,” Lilly felt very vulnerable and started to cry.

“I bet you gave Steve everything he asked for too, including my ring. Well I will get that sorted. I want that ring back but first get your arse upstairs, I’m going to fuck some sense into you,” Peter kicked the coffee table out of the way and lunged for her.

Lilly bolted for the stairs intending to lock herself in her bedroom until Peter had calmed down but in her high heels she was no match for Peter even though he was drunk. He caught her on the landing and dragged Lilly kicking and screaming into the bedroom.

She tried to turn away from him when he tried to kiss her but Peter gripped her neck in a vice-like grip while he slobbered at her, forcing his tongue into her mouth. He held her one handed by the throat while he unbuckled his trousers and tore off her housecoat.

He threw Lilly on the bed and held her down, tying her wrists to bedposts with a pair of her tights that had been hanging over the bedhead.

What followed was unmerciful. He left Lilly sobbing on the bed, her knickers torn, her stockings laddered and her face a mess. Peter’s semen matted her hair and ran in rivulets down her face, ruining her makeup. Her anus was clotted with his jism. Peter might have been drunk but anger had fuelled his lust and he had taken her repeatedly and brutally, both orally and anally.

When he was finished he untied Lilly and left her cringing on the bed, curled up in a ball.

“I’m going down the pub. When I get back you better have cleaned yourself up and be waiting for me. I haven’t finished with you yet,” Peter stormed out of the bedroom leaving Lilly sobbing.

He snatched up the envelope filled with cash and stormed out the door.

Lilly crept gingerly off the bed and made her way to the bathroom. She showered and washed away the filth that Peter had left on her body and inside her. She looked at herself in the mirror. There were dark bruises on her neck and wrists and her lips were swollen. She put on her makeup and fixed her hair, trying her best to make herself look decent. As she did so her loathing and fear turned to anger.

She went back to the bedroom and disposed of the clothes she had been wearing when Peter ravished her and put on clean tights, knickers and her housecoat. She picked up her heels and padded downstairs and poured herself a double gin and tonic and lit a cigarette.

Lilly set her resolve and went to the phone. She dialled the number for Steve Vogel’s lockup. He answered on the third ring and she broke down over the phone and told Steve that she desperately needed his help.

“Lock the door and don’t answer it for anyone. I’m on my way,” the anger and compassion in Steve’s voice carried across the telephone wires.

When Steve arrived he was shocked to see the state of Lilly, despite her best efforts her makeup could not disguise the battering she had taken. He held her in his arms and let her cry herself dry and then he led her to sofa and put a comforter around her. He poured Lilly a double scotch and sat silently holding her hand, waiting for her to tell him what had happened. Lilly told Steve everything that had happened to her, leaving out not a single detail.

“I’m going to fix this Lilly,” Steve whispered.

He kissed the back of her hand softly and lovingly.

“I can’t live like this anymore Steve,” Lilly implored him.

“I told you that I’m going to fix it. Do not answer the door tonight unless it’s me. I’m going to be gone a little while but I’ll be back,” Steve leaned over his little angel and kissed her on the forehead and then he left.

Steve found Peter Simpson’s Ford Cortina parked outside the King’s Head public house. He peeked through one of the curbside windows of the pub and saw Peter propped at the bar, a double scotch and a pint of Boddingtons in front of him. He was chatting up the barmaid and seemed settled in for the evening.

Steve took a pair of latex gloves from his pocket and checking that the street was clear he walked over to Peter’s car and took out the slim-Jim he had secreted inside his jacket. He slipped the hooked end of the tool between the passenger door window and the rubber seal, catching the rods that connect to the lock mechanism. He opened the door and took the diamond ring that he had taken from Lilly’s finger and pushed it down the gap in the back seat cushion.

Steve locked the car and ditched the gloves down the drain and returned to his own vehicle and tossed the slim-Jim in the boot. He walked to the corner phone box and dialled a number he knew by heart.

“This is Detective Constable Steve Vogel of the Serious Crime Division, put me through to Detective Inspector Steve Roach please,” Steve breathed into the phone.

Peter Simpson left the King’s Head two hours later and walked unsteadily to his car. His brain was befuddled by alcohol but he knew what he was going to do. He was going back around to Lilly’s house and teach that little tranny harlot another lesson and then tomorrow he was going to track down Steve Vogel and demand the ring back and give it to John Smiley for him to fence.

Peter made it as far as the corner before he was boxed in by two police cars. The constables in the panda car arrested Peter Simpson on suspicion of drunk driving while two members of the burglary squad exited the unmarked police car and searched Peter’s Cortina.

They found the ring stuffed down behind the back seat and assumed that Peter had unknowingly lost the ring there when he tossed the loot from the Trafford burglary in the back of his car. The envelope filled with cash was found on the inside pocket of his jacket.

During questioning Peter Simpson told an unlikely story that Detective Constable Steve Vogel was a bent copper who had been taking a percentage of everything that Peter stole and offered to grass Steve up for a reduced sentence. Steve’s bank accounts were thoroughly investigated by the Internal Investigation Squad and his house was searched. Nothing suspicious was found. Steve’s lockup was leased under a false name and was never searched. Peter didn’t even know that Steve had a lockup.

John Smiley was arrested and charged with being an accessory after the fact to burglary and disposing of stolen property. He spilled the beans about the Trafford jewellery robbery when he was offered a reduced sentence and said that he didn’t know a copper named Steve Vogel, which he didn’t.

Peter was identified in a line-up by several members of the public as the minicab driver who had picked them at their residences prior to their houses being burgled and the log books taken into evidence from Caroline’s Cabs supported their claims.

Peter saw the writing on the wall and knew that he was going down for burglary and considered taking Lester ‘Lilly’ Millington down with him but then it would become public knowledge that Peter had a long-term relationship with a Canal Street Molly. While awaiting trial he was visited in his cell at Strangeways prison by one of Bolton brothers who was doing a seven years stretch for armed robbery. The thug advised Peter that it would be in his best interests to withdraw his allegations against Detective Constable Vogel and keep schtum about Lester Millington or his years of incarceration would be very difficult and very painful. Accidents happened in prison all the time.

By this time the Bolton brothers had a considerable amount of money hidden away in an investment account that was managed on their behalf by a mousy little man named Lester Millington.

Peter withdrew his statement regarding Steve Vogel and accepted a plea bargain, admitting to the Trafford jewel theft and several other burglaries. He would be inside looking out for several years.

Oxford Canal – Five Years Later

“Have I told you how much I love your new tits?” Steve Vogel was snuggled up to Lilly Millington in the berth of their narrowboat which was tied up alongside a grassy bank just outside the city of Bath.

Lilly had legally changed her name and gender identity two years earlier. Prior to that she had lived a double life presenting herself as Lester Millington during the working day and living as Lilly in the evenings and on weekends. When Lilly had accrued sufficient funds from the shadowy investment accounts she managed at the First Bank of Manchester to live comfortably for the rest of her life she had transferred to the money into an account in her new name and quit her job.

Steve had made DI before he finally quit the Greater Manchester Police and liquidated everything he had and put it the same account as Lilly. Lilly had some gender reassignment surgery performed by a Harley Street specialist but had declined the offer of ‘bottom surgery’. Both she had Steve were happy with the results and content with their lives.

Lilly had recently had her breast implants replaced with newer, safer silicon prosthetics which incorporated elastomer-coated shells. Steve had begged Lilly to ‘go bigger’ and she now had perfect set of C-cup breasts tethered to her petite torso.

Steve lapped at her milky-white breasts, deliberately avoiding Lilly’s nipples which were swollen like ripe berries against her alabaster skin.

“Suck them you teaser!” Lilly guided Steve’s mouth to a succulent nipple and he suckled on it while he lazily stroked Lilly’s leaking glans which poked above the waistband of her white satin knickers.

Her lips pursed into the pouty moue and she hissed when Steve nipped her sensitive teat. Steve freed Lilly’s cock from her knickers, bunching the panties below her shaved scrotal sac. Her shaft was glazed with pre-ejaculate and pulsed in Steve’s fingers when he stroked it.

Lilly was dressed for sex, not for bed. Her makeup was heavy, her lips painted cherry-red. She had grown out her hair and it cascaded down her slim shoulders and tickled the small of her back as she arched and writhed on the bed. Besides the white satin knickers she was wearing a matching suspender belt clipped to shimmery flesh-toned Wolford stockings, fully-fashioned and delicately sheer. She wore four-inch high heels that served no practical purpose other than to make her look sexy.

Steve put his mouth to her other breast and gave it the same treatment, feeling her nipple swell as he teased it with his tongue and lightly pecked at it with his teeth. Lilly had her hand between Steve’s legs, softly stroking his scrotum, her wrist occasionally grazing his steely phallus. She too was deliberately teasing the man she loved, knowing that he yearned for her to take him in her hand.

“I love you Lilly Millington,” Steve smiled at her from between her breasts.

“Then kiss me and prove it,” Lilly squeezed his cock, encouraging him.

Steve jammed a pillow under the small of Lilly’s back and she dutifully wrapped her gossamer-sheathed legs around his torso when he lay between them and kissed her with such passion that she thought she might faint. His tongue explored her mouth and his sturdy prong nestled in her furrowed sphincter. She gasped as Steve’s glans pierced her tight sphincteric ring.

Lilly wriggled her bottom and chafed her legs against Steve’s flanks, encouraging him, goading him, needing him. She sighed around his impassioned kisses as he slid the full length of his manhood inside her. Steve lay still, expressing every scintilla of pleasure from Lilly’s body. He kissed and caressed her nipples, then her mouth, then her nipples again. He felt her cock pressing into his belly, dribbling an incessant cascade of pre-ejaculate. He felt her shimmery nylons softly scour his skin. He felt her anus contract and dilate around his engorged manhood.

Lilly gnashed her high-heels against the hollow of his back. She was ready and so was he.

He kissed her with abandonment as he began to slide his quivering cock in and out of her tight channel. The girth of his phallus igniting the little pleasure centres ringing her sphincter and flowerets of intense pleasure radiated from the tender flesh that girdled the entrance to her moistened channel. Lilly felt his glans pressing on her prostate every time his swollen appendage thrust into her and deep resonating ripples of desire radiated from the tender node.

Lilly began to shake beneath him and Steve sensed her rapture peaking and he increased the tempo, slamming his cock in and out of her anus which clutched at his throbbing manhood like a velvet glove, kneading it, squeezing it, milking it. He let out a groan and his whole body quivered as he expressed his issue deep inside the woman he loved.

Lilly felt Steve climax and she threw back her head and squealed as the pleasure receptors in her anus lit up and her orgasm ignited, sending waves of pleasure which wracked her whole body. Steve felt Lilly’s cock vacillating against his belly and then the slick warmth of her hot, creamy milt spattering on his flesh. He covered her mouth with his and kissed her fervently as he drove his adamantine phallus in and out of her snug orifice.

After an eternal interlude during which the lovers held each other close and expressed their adoration for each other with their mouths and their bodies, they finally disentangled their limbs and lay beside each other, staring up at low wooden deckhead of the charming vessel which was now their home. The freedom of the canals emulated the freedom of their souls, their narrowboat taking them wherever they wanted whenever they wanted.

Lilly smiled contentedly and examined the cramped, neat cabin that encapsulated everything they needed. A pristine white wedding gown hung from a coat hook screwed to the clothes locker. A dark morning suit hung from the coat hook beside it. The two gold rings that would bind then together lay in a satin-lined box in a drawer next to the locker. Lilly heard church bells pealing in the distance and she could hardly wait for tomorrow to come.

The End

Author’s Note: As usual dear reader, I welcome any comments or opinions that you care to leave. My stories are written for your enjoyment and I hope that you find this one to your taste.