Cabin 121 Park Motor Lodge, Engadine NSW, Australia

The erect penis that hovered inches above Sarah’s face was uncircumcised. The owner pulled back the foreskin to reveal a purple glans fringed by pearly penile papules. The stench of smegma invaded Sarah’s nostrils and she grimaced. The penis was gnarled with thick blue veins running along the length of the dark-skinned shaft; a runnel of clear pre-ejaculate hung from the eye. The penis was not the worst that Sarah had ever seen but somehow it seemed maleficent. As maleficent as the man to whose body it was attached.

He was straddling Sarah’s chest and the bed groaned under his weight as he shifted to get more comfortable and he pushed his cock closer to her lips. Sarah shuddered and the man laughed evilly.

“That’s right bitch, you better be afraid. I’m going to stick that thing in your mouth and you’re going to suck it. You’re going to suck it just right; just like you’ve sucked a couple hundred other cocks before mine. You bite it and I’ll hit you so hard that I’ll knock your teeth out and then it will slide in and out of your gummy mouth just fine,” the man’s voice was guttural; filled with vehemence and lust.

Sarah nodded her head. It was the only part of her body that she could move because her wrists were handcuffed to the metal-framed bedhead and her feet were being held down by another man to stop her struggling.

“Here we go honey,” the dark-skinned man thrust his penis between Sarah’s lips and she knew better than to do anything other than to open her mouth and begin to suck on the coriaceous phallus.

The man raping her mouth was right. Sarah had lost count of how many cocks she had willingly sucked over the years and this was far from the worst. She filled her mouth with saliva and used it to wash away the cheesy smegma with her tongue. She swallowed the repulsive amalgam quickly so that the taste didn’t linger and then she went to work. She ran her lipsticked lips up and down the shaft and flittered her tongue along the corona of the glans. Sarah was an expert cocksucker and she intended to use all her skills to try to get this man off quickly.

She wanted the ordeal to be over as expeditiously and painlessly as possible.

She felt the bed move again under the weight of the man sitting astride her calves and the pressure of his erect penis as he began to rub it on her stocking-sheathed legs.

“Fuck that feels good,” the man straddling her calves sighed as his cock slid back and forth along her shapely legs.

Sarah paid no attention to the man fondling her legs. She concentrated on fellating the big black cock that filled her mouth.

Without the use of her hands to hold the offending appendage Sarah had to cope with the man thrusting his cock in and out of her mouth. She had no control over the tempo but she made sure that she tended to the cock to the best of her ability with her lips and tongue. She clamped her lips tightly around the base of the throbbing protuberance when he forced it all the way into her mouth, nearly choking her. She loosened her grip when the man began to withdraw his cock so that her plump lips slid along the shaft ensuring that she bestowed the maximum pleasure to the dorsal nerves, the pleasure centres in the shaft of his penis.

At the same time her tongue flittered and slathered the bulbous head of the invading phallus, working the tip around the corona and flickering the ultra-sensitive fraenulum. She lapped at the secreted precum, grateful for its sweetness to offset the lingering taste of the man’s sebaceous secretions that lingered in her mouth.

“You’re doing just fine honey, now work that tongue and those lips a little harder bitch because I’m just about ready to blow my load. You better swallow all of it too bitch or you’ll be sorry,” the heavy dark-skinned man huffed as he began to fuck Sarah’s mouth harder and faster.

The man straddling her legs had slipped his erect penis between her calves and was fucking them. She could hear his heavy breathing and feel the steely-hard shaft pressing into her flesh, her stockings were becoming damp with his precum but that was the least of Sarah’s worries. With any luck the man would ejaculate all over her stocking-sheathed legs and he would be sated, sparing her from whatever new horror awaited her once the black man blew his load in her mouth.

“You were right about this bitch Loyd. She sucks dick like a world-class cocksucker,” the black man chuckled then he held Sarah’s head in a vice-like grip and began to fuck her mouth earnestly.

Sarah picked up on the name Loyd. Loyd was the name of the man who had lured her to this cabin but there was nothing she could do with the titbit of information now. She continued her ministrations to the big pulsing appendage that was raping her mouth.

The cock in her mouth began to throb and Sarah could sense the muscular contractions that propel semen through the urethra during ejaculation. In other words the man was about to cum. The man was grunting with exertion as he worked his cock in and out of Sarah’s mouth, his scrotum bounced on her jaw, his wiry pubic hair tickling her chin. She closed her lips around the pulsing prong and lashed the bulging plum of his glans with her tongue and then she tasted the first freshet of salty-sweet ejaculate as the man orgasmed.

The man was looking down at Sarah’s pretty face. She wasn’t young by any means but she was attractive: her emerald-green eyes were framed by a fringe of jet-black hair and enhanced with heavy black eyeliner and mascara and smoky-toned eyeshadow. Her cheeks were rouged, her face makeup pale and dramatic. Her lips were coated with ruby-red lipstick and the man watched mesmerised as those sweet lips sucked his bloated manhood, her throat working as she swallowed his issue.

Sarah’s mouth filled with the musky, viscous liquid that spewed out of the eye of the quivering cock that was slithering in and out of her mouth. She clamped her lips around the shaft and milked the disgorging appendage, swallowing the sweet secretions as they erupted in a volatile explosive paroxysm. She almost forgot that she was being mouth-raped by the big black man straddling her chest and that the man she knew as Loyd was dry-humping her legs as she dutifully brought her defiler to an explosive orgasm. She couldn’t help but relish the feel of his cock exploding in her mouth and the taste of his creamy issue as it filled her mouth. Despite her predicament her cock became semi-erect inside her satin panties.

The black man’s cock gave a final shudder and he moaned as his orgasm peaked and then waned. He ripped his cock from Sarah’s mouth and clumsily dismounted and knelt beside the bed. He turned Sarah’s head sideways so that she faced him. He was studied her pretty face, looking at her like she was his prey.

“That was some fine cocksucking, bitch. But my friend Loyd here and his pals need some lovin’ too. We are only just getting started with you baby. Look down at Loyd’s fine hard cock honey. You’ve seen that before haven’t you? Well you’re going to get acquainted with it up close and personal real soon,” the man twisted Sarah’s head viciously so that she was looking down her torso.

She could see the man she knew as Loyd straddling her legs, holding her down on the mattress. He was no longer fucking her calves but his cock stood out proud like prow of warship ready for battle.

Yes, Sarah had indeed seen Loyd’s cock before and it was his cock that was responsible for the trouble she was in now.

Five Days Earlier – Aarows Sauna and Spa – Rydalmere NSW

“One of these days you’re going to regret hooking up with those strangers that you meet online. You’re putting yourself in a vulnerable position with no protection if things go bad,” Cindy said as she concentrated on applying her mascara in the mirror.

Cindy was standing shoulder to shoulder with Sarah, sharing a mirror, as they applied the finishing touches to their makeup. They were both wearing miniskirts, satin blouses, sheer nylons and fuck-me heels. Their hair was big. Cindy’s wig wore a blonde bouffant and Sarah wore her signature shoulder-length black ‘Bettie Page’. Tuesday night was Tranny Night at Aarows and half a dozen crossdressers in various states of transformation competed for space in the cramped changeroom.

Aarows advertised itself as Sydney’s premier health, recreation & social centre where safe sex is permitted regardless of gender. It sprawled over three floors: the ground floor encompassed the changing and locker rooms, a lounge, kiosk, gym area, free pool tables, wet area and outdoor smoking area. The second and third floors comprised cinema rooms, private booths, sling rooms, ‘suckatorium’ glory holes, playrooms and orgy areas, and large relaxation areas. It was a licenced a ‘sex-on-premises’ venue, a safe space, where those so inclined flocked to engage in all forms of debauchery. It was open 24/7 and was a very profitable business.

“Again with the terrifying scenarios! For fuck sake Cindy, I’ve met plenty of guys off the apps and I haven’t met a serial killer yet,” Sarah pursed her lips in the mirror to make sure her lipstick was perfect.

“Yet! You go around to some stranger’s house or flat or to some fleabag hotel and once you are inside who knows what might happen?” Cindy countered, dropping her mascara stick into her purse.

“I’ll tell you what happens. I have great, guilt-free, sex and if we click we meet again. If I don’t like the guy or he doesn’t like me we just part ways and move on,” Sarah countered.

“Still… meeting strangers at those places is risky. I like this place. I get to hookup with my regular admirers twice a week, and sometimes I have sex with guys I haven’t met before, in a clean, safe, well managed environment,” Cindy commented fussing with her makeup bag.

Cindy was in her fifties. Out of drag she was a short balding man named Robert who had the beginnings of a potbelly and worked a boring office job in the city. Robert lived in a sexless marriage, his wife had given up on sex when menopause approached. She knew that Robert had been crossdressing since before adolescence but Robert had purged and remained faithful throughout his marriage until his wife turned frigid. They both agreed that besides the lack of sex, their marriage was a good one and they had raised two adult children, they enjoyed each other’s company and they liked to travel together.

Robert’s wife had agreed to allow him to go out and ‘play’ as Cindy twice a week so long as he was discreet about it. It was a ‘don’t ask – don’t tell’ arrangement that suited them both.

In drag, with a waist-cincher, a good wig and expertly applied makeup Cindy was a little stunner and had a small retinue of men who met up with her at Aarows on Tuesday and Friday nights. She was also partial to bending over or dropping to her knees for men she hadn’t met before if they took her fancy.

“Check this out,” Sarah thrust her mobile phone in Cindy’s face.

“Nice cock,” Cindy commented.

On the screen was the a picture of a slim, toned man who was naked and sporting a large, healthy erection. His face had been blurred which was not unusual for profile pictures on hookup apps.

“His name is Loyd and I’m meeting him at a nice little cabin on Saturday night at Engadine. It’s only a fifteen minute drive from mine so I can go there in full geish. He will never meet Stefan, and as you know, I use a separate phone and laptop for Sarah’s proclivities so Stefan will remain anonymous,” Sarah sounded a little too pompous and self-assured to Cindy.

“So when the coppers find Stefan wondering around The National Park, beaten, robbed and raped and your car nicked, at least you can direct them to a cabin in a cheap motel in Engadine which this Loyd fellow undoubtedly rented under a false name. Of course you will have to explain to them why you are dressed as a woman,” Cindy made her way to her locker and dropped her makeup bag inside and took out the little purse that contained the necessaries she would need for a night at Aarows.

“You’re just jealous,” Sarah dropped her makeup bag in her locker beside Cindy’s and took out her own little purse.

“Did you take your PrEP?” Sarah changed the subject.

“Yep. Did you?” Cindy asked.

“Yep and I’ve booked an appointment for a checkup at the clinic on Thursday so I’ll get a prescription for a top-up,” Sarah replied.

“What time are you leaving tonight? Sarah added.

“I promised Mildred that I’d be home just after midnight. Not that she cares. I have to sleep in the spare room on my play nights,” Cindy checked the contents of her purse.

“Yeah, I’m working tomorrow so I won’t be staying too late. I’ve got a couple of regulars lined up but you never know what the cat will drag in,” Sarah chuckled.

“See you later sweetheart, play safe,” Cindy leaned in and kissed Sarah quickly on the lips and Sarah smacked Cindy on the arse as the diminutive crossdresser toddled off to the playrooms on her high heels.

Cabin 121 Park Motor Lodge, Engadine

Sarah was able to get a good look at the man who had just fucked her mouth as he waddled away. He was a large man but his fat was layered over muscle. His back has covered in tribal tattoos. With his dark deep brown skin tone, coarse textured black curly hair, prominent cheekbones, strong jawline, almond-shaped eyes, full lips and a wide-bridged nose, she guessed he was Polynesian. If she was honest, Sarah would have to admit that he was handsome but for now she filed away his description in case she needed it later.

Loyd climbed off the bed and freed her legs and she grimaced as the circulation returned to them. She wished she could rub the numbness from them but her wrists remained securely handcuffed to the bedhead.

“Don’t start kicking Sarah or I’ll tie your ankles to the bed too. Just behave yourself and you can get though this with no harm done,” Loyd spoke for the first time.

Sarah’s head was resting on two pillows of the cheap motel variety that offered little support and Loyd snatched the other two pillows and began to stuff them under the small of Sarah’s back.

“Let’s make you a little more comfortable for what comes next shall we,” Loyd looked knowingly into Sarah’s eyes.

“You really are quite pretty and I want to watch your face when I fuck you,” Loyd patted her flat belly reassuringly but Sarah felt anything but reassured.

“Look’s like you got a little aroused while you were sucking Salesi’s cock,” Loyd had hiked Sarah’s navy blue knee-length pencil skirt up her thighs, exposing her white satin full-cut panties.

When Sarah and Loyd had been chatting online about their forthcoming rendezvous they had discussed what she would wear. Like most accomplished crossdressers Sarah was proud of her appearance and she had sent him a few cheesecake shots of her wearing different outfits. Sarah was quite pleased when Loyd had told her that he liked the secretary look. It meant that she could drive to the motel dressed enfemme rather than drive there as Stefan and transform. If he’d chosen French maid or ‘naughty nurse’ or some other fetish costume, it would have made driving to the motel dressed enfemme risky, even in the evening. Presenting as a conservative but sexy secretary was low risk if she had to pull over for any reason, say for car trouble or an RBT.

Loyd patted Sarah’s now fully deflated penis through her panties but the telltale wet stain in the translucent white satin was evidence that she had recently become aroused.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone if you wont,” Loyd chuckled evilly and Sarah heard muffled laughter come from elsewhere in the cabin.

From the corner of her eye she could make out the shape of at least two other men moving around the room. She could hear the muffled sounds of a pornographic movie playing on the television or on an electronic device. It did not bode well.

“Anyway, you know that it was me rubbing my cock on your magnificent legs while you were sucking Salesi’s cock. I love those stockings by the way, so now I’m going to fuck you a little. Don’t fight, don’t bite, don’t scream and then I wont have to get Salesi and the others to hold you down. They’re libel to get a little rough so it’s in your best interest to just take it. It’s not like you aren’t used to being fucked is it?” Loyd leaned in close and Sarah could smell his cologne and mouthwash.

She saw Loyd’s face clearly for the first time. He was not classically handsome but his countenance was compelling: his head was leonine, crowned by a thick black mane, he had a high forehead, a long nose that had been broken and not reset properly, his lips were full and sensual but the most striking quality was his fathomless, deep dark eyes in which she saw no sympathy only lust.

She had shared far too much information with Loyd online, including sending him images of her engaging in sex acts. What she had picked up on was Loyd’s use of the words the others and for what comes next she wondered how many other men were in the cabin and what they intended to do to her. She wished that her imagination wasn’t as vivid as it was.

“There is some controversy about who actually said it, but it’s good advice: ‘when rape is inevitable, just lie back and enjoy it’,” Loyd chuckled as he climbed onto the bed.

Sarah expected that he would rip off her panties, open her legs and begin to defile her and she was mentally prepared for it but Loyd surprised her when he hovered over her, taking his weight on his hands and feet as he gently lowered his body on top of hers. He lovingly stroked her face as he gazed into her emerald green eyes, enhanced by the heavy makeup. They were filled with fear and tears brimmed at the corners.

“You didn’t have to do this to me. We were going to meet for sex anyway,” Sarah whispered, her voice quivering a little.

“But it’s what I like. I like to see you helpless while my friends use you. I like to see the fear and confusion in your eyes. I want to see you capitulate and surrender yourself, knowing there is no alternative,” Loyd whispered in reply and lowered his lips to hers.

Sarah turned her head sideways trying to avoid the kiss but Loyd’s facial caress became an openhanded slap that jarred her cheekbone and rattled her teeth. He forcefully turned her head so that she was looking up at him.

“Don’t mistake my politeness and courtesy for decency. If you aren’t compliant we have ways of making you wish you had behaved better. I’m going to kiss you now and if you bite me I’m going to have Salesi fulfill his promise regarding your dental work. Do you understand?” Loyd smiled down at her but his smile was as cold and calculating as a crocodile’s.

The handcuffs were chafing Sarah’s wrists and her arms were aching from being stretched. Loyd was not a heavy man but his weight was pressing her down into the bed. The circulation had returned to her legs and feet but they ached dully from where Loyd had sat on them to hold her down while Salesi face-fucked her.

Sarah nodded compliantly and prepared herself as best she could for what would come next.

Loyd’s lips were soft and tender as he kissed her closed-mouthed briefly before he slipped his tongue between her lips. Sarah knew better than to bite or keep her mouth locked shut, she let him explore her mouth with his tongue while his full lips pressed against hers. She felt his cock, which had become flaccid during their brief conversation, become engorged and Loyd circled his hips so that it rubbed against her satin panties.

His breath was sweet, almost cloyingly so, and tasted of mouthwash and spearmint chewing gum with an undercurrent of tobacco. He stroked her hair and her face as he kissed her, behaving more like a lover than a rapist. As the passion of his kisses intensified his hands began to move down her body. He unbuttoned her satin blouse and his hands slid into the cups of her brassiere and he removed her silicon breastforms and tossed them aside.

Sarah couldn’t help but gasp as his fingers stroked her hardening nipples. She might have meagre ‘man-boobs’, a product of age rather than obesity, but they were sensitive and circlets of delight radiated from them as Loyd teased her nipples with his thumb and forefinger, moving from one to the other. She gasped into his mouth and she felt Loyd’s lips form a smile as he continued to kiss her. The kiss became more impassioned and his tongue flittered in her mouth, his cock slid back and forth along her panties and, god help her, Sarah felt her own penis begin to distend.

She was sure that Loyd had noticed but he said nothing, instead his hands continued their journey down her body. He untucked the tails of her blouse from the waistband of her skirt and his fingers drifted sensuously across her flat belly, briefly circling her bellybutton before moving on until they rested on her hips. They drifted down her skirt and lingered at the tops of her thighs, where they stroked the dark welts of her fifteen denier fully-fashioned stockings. They lazily explored the silky band of translucent nylon and fiddled with the silver clasps of her garter snaps.

Sarah couldn’t help but become concupiscent. Loyd’s kisses were sensual and demanding, the sensuous journey of his hands as they roamed down her body had ignited her pleasure centres and his ministrations to her thighs were lewdly stimulating but most of all the constant friction of his hard cock pressing on hers through her delicate lustrous panties was overpoweringly erotic. The feel of his steely shaft rubbing against her cock, his bulbous glans pressing against the vascular apex of her penis through the delicate garment was erotically exhilarating.

Loyd’s hands continued their odyssey. His fingers lingered on her stocking-tops for a while and then he began to trace the backseam of her stockings, taking an achingly long eternity before his fingers tickled the fine wrinkles in her nylons behind her knees.

Sarah was experiencing what she could only describe as bliss. Her lovers seldom took their time exploring her body like Loyd was doing now and few had Loyd’s ability to arouse her so tantalisingly. He was undoubtedly a very experienced lover and so far had not hurt her or treated her with the violence that she expected other than the slap. In fact she had to force herself not to intertwine her tongue with his and return his passionate kisses or to lift her legs and wrap them around his sinewy torso or to lewdly grind her pelvis into his so that their cocks meshed together with only the scintilla of diaphanous fabric between them.

But all that changed suddenly.

Loyd shot his hands under Sarah’s legs, slamming the crook of his elbows behind her knees. He swiftly lifted her legs up so high that Sarah could see her ankles and the stiletto heels of her shiny black ‘fuck-me’ pumps. His rigid pole slipped inside the leghole of her panties and he pressed her down into the bed with all his weight and crushed his lips against her mouth as his glans nestled snuggly in her sphincter and then he drove his long, thick cock all the way inside her anus.

Sarah’s scream was muffled by Loyd’s mouth, her body twisted and writhed beneath him, her wrists chafing at the cuffs as she tried to expel the hot iron rod that had invaded her rectum. Her long legs quivered as she tried to kick out but she was unable to use them as Loyd held them tightly, his elbows under her knees and his hands gripping her ankles as he forced all of his engorged manhood inside her tight anus.

Sarah had inserted silicon lubricant beads in her anus before leaving for the rendezvous but the lubricant did little to ease the pain as Loyd’s cock invaded her tight back passage. The pain was a fiery, sharp, intense spasm of agony which caused Sarah to thresh around on the bed despite the cuffs, the weight of Loyd’s body and his grip on her ankles.

Loyd rode with her, ensuring that his cock remained buried in her anus, stifling her screams, riding her like a bucking bronco.

Much to Sarah’s relief and surprise, Loyd didn’t begin to fuck her. He kept his cock buried in her ass but he lay still on top of her while the pain washed over her and slowly began to dissipate. It was not the first time that an inconsiderate lover had slammed his cock all the way inside her without regard for the pain it might cause. But in the past she had been able to expel the offending appendage quickly and teach the errant paramour how to properly mount her.

“There’s a good girl, take the pain. You know it won’t last long,” Loyd whispered in her ear almost soothingly.

Loyd was right and the intense scalding sting slowly began to dissipate. It became a dull throbbing ache that was still painful but manageable. She stopped trying to kick and buck and lay still, letting herself become accustomed to the dull twinge in her rectum. She tried to expel the thick, meaty prong but that only caused her more pain so she concentrated on relaxing her sphincter and the walls of her anus to accommodate Loyd’s erect penis.

“See… that’s better already I can tell by the look on your face,” Loyd smiled down at her, his dark eyes twinkling.

Watching Sarah’s face screw up into an anguished, agonising mask, tears running down her cheeks in runnels of black mascara as the sudden paroxysm of pain hit her when he rammed his steely phallus into her tight passage gave Loyd an jolt of evil pleasure. He was tempted to pound her into the mattress, jackhammering his cock in and out of her tight asshole as she screamed and tried to fight him off, but that wasn’t who he really was. The short jolt of passing agony he had caused Sarah was enough of a stimulant to satisfy that fleeting primal urge. Now he wanted to enjoy fucking her and make her enjoy it too, as much as she wouldn’t want to.

The truth was that when Sarah had bucked and roiled under him, her anus clenching and unclenching around his cock, trying to expel him, Loyd had come dangerously close to orgasm. He had already been stimulated watching Salesi face-fuck her while he sat on her legs and rubbed his cock on her nylon-sheathed legs and further stimulated when he kissed her and stroked her body and when he had slammed his cock into her tight hole and she had jerked and jolted underneath him Loyd had nearly climaxed.

He was now content to lie still on top of Sarah, feeling her spongy tunnel contract and dilate around his cock, feeling her body lie compliant beneath him, breathing in her perfume, looking into her pretty face made even prettier by her ruined makeup.

When he lowered his face to hers to kiss her Sarah turned her face away but he chased her lips with his mouth. She couldn’t escape him, being handcuffed and with the weight of his body pinning her to the bed. He kissed her cheek and lapped at the salty tears drying on her face with the tip of his tongue. He kissed her there, softly, comfortingly.

“I’m not going to hurt you anymore,” he whispered in her ear and then nuzzled her earlobe.

“But you already have,” Sarah’s voice was soft and trembling.

“I came here to have sex with you willingly. You didn’t have to force yourself on me,” Sarah sighed.

“You didn’t have to bring your friends to watch and take their turn,” Sarah sounded resigned to her fate.

“If I let go of your legs do you promise to stop trying to buck me off and not to kick me?” Loyd kissed her earlobe gently.

Sarah nodded compliantly. Her legs were starting to ache being pushed back against her body.

“You have amazing legs by the way. I’d love to feel them wrapped around me,” Loyd whispered and unhooked his elbows from under Sarah’s knees and allowed her to lower her legs so that she could rest her high heels on the bed.

Sarah would never admit it in a thousand years but now that her legs had stopped aching and the pain in her anus had subsided it felt quite nice having Loyd’s firm body lying on top of her, his cock inside her, his lips caressing her cheeks and earlobes. She still felt helpless but she also felt very feminine, like a heroine being held captive by a dastardly rogue in a movie.

Loyd’s lips found the corner of her mouth and he kissed her there softly. He was in no rush and he continued to kiss her, closed-mouthed, as he stroked her hair and then her cheek. His other hand slid down her body and stroked her thigh, once again caressing the welt of her stocking and playing with her garter clasp. Sarah felt his cock undulate inside her but he wasn’t thrusting, he was content to leave his phallus buried inside her unmoving while he kissed and fondled her.

God help her, Sarah was beginning to become aroused herself. Loyd’s muscled body fit snuggly against hers, his cologne was something musky and manly, his lips were soft and sensuous, his cock fit perfectly inside her anal sheath and his glans pressed on her prostate, the girth of his penis stretched her sphincter pleasantly, causing little ringlets of pleasure to radiate from the sensitive sinew and a deep resonance began to diffuse along her rectum.

Loyd’s flat belly was pressing against her panty-swathed penis, the silky fabric caressed her slowly hardening cock. She knew that Loyd would soon become aware of it, if he hadn’t already, and she hated herself for responding this way. Her body was betraying her. If not for the ache in her arms and the chafing on her wrists from being handcuffed to the bedhead reminding her that she was being held captive, she could be forgiven for thinking that Loyd was actually making love to her, not raping her.

Loyed gently turned her face to meet his and Sarah did not resist. Nor did she resist when he pressed his lips to hers. Nor did she resist when his tongue slipped into her mouth.

Instead she let out a muffled moan and returned Loyd’s kiss, her tongue sought his. She raised her legs and wrapped them around Loyd’s svelte waist just like he had told her that he wanted her to. She gave in to her primal urges.

“When rape is inevitable, just lie back and enjoy it. Isn’t that what you said?” Sarah broke the kiss long enough to gasp and then she dug her heels into Loyd’s flanks encouraging him to do what she wanted him to do.

Loyd smiled briefly and she was once again taken by his handsomeness before his face closed in on hers and he kissed her passionately as he slowly began to fuck her.

The pillows that Loyd had placed under the small of Sarah’s back positioned her body perfectly to allow him maximum penetration while she lay in the missionary position. Sarah had read a missive somewhere that a hard cock has no conscience and she discovered that she was not immune. As the pleasure began to build in her anus and her groin she began to raise her bottom up to meet Loyd’s thrusts so that his cock went all the way inside her and his scrotum osculated against her buttocks. The movement also caused friction between her hard cock and Loyd’s belly. Frisson’s of delight rippled along her engorged member as her slinky panties rubbed the delicate flesh.

Loyd smiled inwardly when Sarah capitulated. Her kisses were passionate and enthralling, her lips soft and yielding, her tongue beguiling, he loved the sensation of her diaphanous nylon stockings chafing his flanks, the softness of her round buttocks, the hardness of her cock pressing on his belly and most of all he adored the way her sphincter clasped around his hard rod as the walls of her anus kneaded his shaft as he slowly thrust it in and out of her tight, slick hole. She did something with the moist fleshy muscles of her back passage that made his cock feel like it was being milked by a velvet glove.

Sarah was oblivious to what was happening around her except for what Loyd was doing to her body and mind. She did not notice that Salesi and the two other shadowy figures she had glanced out the corner of her eye earlier had approached the bed and were watching Loyd fuck her. They were naked and improving their erections and grinning at each other.

“I can’t wait to take my turn,” one of the men whispered to the other.

“I’m going to smash that bitch’s ass until she howls,” the other man replied.

“She sucks cock real good too,” Salesi joined the conversation.

Loyd broke off kissing Sarah just long enough to give them a withering look that implied they should shut the fuck up until he had finished and the three men complied, content to stroke their burgeoning erections and wait their turn. Loyd pressed his lips against Sarah’s mouth and continued to kiss her while his long, thick member slid steadily in and out of her asshole. Her eyes were closed in blissful concentration as Loyd’s cock ignited the pleasure centres deep in her anus and she was oblivious to her surroundings. The only time she opened her eyes was to gaze lovingly into Loyd’s deep, dark eyes and smile up at him. When he began to kiss her again she writhed beneath him appreciatively.

Her cock was leaking a continual flow of pre-ejaculate which saturated the front of her panties and Loyd could feel the warm, slick excretions on his belly. Sarah had begun to issue a deep resonate moan as she approached climax. She locked her legs around Loyd’s flanks even harder and scissored them so that her nylon-sheathed legs tantalisingly excited his fervour, her heels scoured the small of his back as she encouraged him to fuck her harder and faster.

Loyd could feel her cock throbbing against his belly and her sphincter tightening around his cock. Her tongue was like a snake, writhing in his mouth, her kisses demanding and insistent. The feel of her body beneath him, her nylons rubbing his skin, her mouth sucking his essence, the smell of her perfume and the taste of her lipstick was an overpowering aphrodisiac.

Sarah was experiencing a sensory overload. Loyd’s passionate kisses were sublime. The feel of his hard, muscled body pressing against hers was rhapsodic, the feel of his hard cock jackhammering inside her tight channel was euphoric. His very masculinity, his insistent humping, his need and fervour incensed her. His shaft ignited the pleasure receptors ringing her sphincter and the wall of her anus and his glans triggered the sensors in her prostate. Her cock was pressed hard against Loyd’s flat stomach and every time he thrust into her, his belly rubbed her silky panties against her quivering organ.

She could feel her nylon stockings encasing her freshly-shaved legs, her skirt bunched around her waist like a saltern, she could feel her satin panties stretched tight around her buttocks and scrotum, the gusset eased aside so that Loyd could ravish her anus. She could taste her lipstick, smell her perfume, feel the nap of her wig tickle her neck, her nipples were erect and highly sensitive. She had never felt so womanly lying fully-clothed underneath this man who was using her body for his pleasure and in doing so was inducing the most incredible sexual phenomena that Sarah had ever experienced. She had become the slutty secretary that Loyd had asked her to be when arranged the assignation.

“Oh god yes!” Loyd howled and he pulled Sarah’s body tight against him and kissed her hard as his body shuddered with the paroxysm of orgasm and he expressed his essence deep inside Sarah’s rectum.

Sarah felt his cock quiver inside her and she realised that Loyd was planting his seed deep inside her and it triggered her orgasm. She began to shake almost uncontrollably the apotheosis of her climax washed over her like a tidal wave of euphoric bliss. She creamed her panties and Loyd could feel her cock juddering against his belly and then her warm creamy spunk slathering against his skin.

He drove her down into the bed and pounded his cock in and out of her tight hole, her nylon-sheathed limbs scissoring against his flanks, her breathing ragged, her need demanding as she pressed herself against him and her anus rippled and undulated as she extracted every scintilla of his semen.

The three men standing next to the bed watching on had never seen such sexual fury. The pretty transvestite and the well-hung handsome stud were locked together in a catalytic explosion of lust, need and desire. The men wanked their cocks as they waited their turn, imagining all the things they were going to do to Sarah to sate their lust.

To be continued…