This part has sex scenes

On the way down to Sir’s office, I slipped into my room and quickly took out the bottom drawer of the dresser and threw the few possessions I had in the space. I put the drawer back and carefully made my way downstairs. The shoes felt strange. The heels were only two inches, but I wasn’t used to them.

My heart nearly stopped as I went into the office. I tried hard not to show any feelings as I saw Pete and two of his goons standing there. Even in heels, I was the shortest in the room. They stared at me as I walked around the desk to stand next to Sir.

At first, I thought they must know who I am. Then I realized that they were looking at my legs. I looked down and saw that one of the lacy stocking tops was just visible beneath the petticoats. Sir smiled at me and said.

“Wardrobe malfunction, Sarah dear.”

My face turned red as I carefully slid the stocking into place. As I looked up, I saw Pete’s goons almost slobbering. This was new to me. No one had looked at me before with desire. I felt so conflicted. I was scared, but felt powerful. They wanted me. Not that I wanted them, but it was obvious that they didn’t recognize me.

Sir broke the silence.

“So, er Pete. You can see my housekeeper is the lovely Sarah, not that Francis fellow you are looking for. “

Pete’s eyes narrowed.

“Sir Malcolm, I am well known for tracking down anyone who doesn’t repay a loan. My problem is, I know Francis came here to see you. His friend told me you were looking for a housekeeper, after we persuaded him that is.”

Oh God, I hoped Dave was OK.

“As I explained Pete, he did come here. I offered him the job, but then Sarah returned. She worked for me last year. She is a lot easier on the eye than Francis.”

As he said that, I felt his hand go up my dress and stroke the bare flesh above my stocking top. I wanted to jump back, but knew I would draw attention to myself.

“Sir Malcolm, I can track anyone. I have methods and contacts better than most police forces. I tracked his phone to this address. So you don’t mind if my boys have a look around, do you?”

“Be my guest. I can see how important this is to you. But I can assure you, he came and I turned him away. “

“His phone was active from the Thursday he ran, until Friday.”

He could track my phone! No wonder he had a reputation. My phone ran out of charge during my first day on the job. My credit had expired, and I had forgotten my charger, so I never did anything about it.

I felt Sir’s hand progress to the back of my knickers. I felt him gently rubbing his hands over the frilly lace. I wanted to slap him, but knew I couldn’t. I found it strangely erotic. It sent an electric shock through me as the soft nylon rubbed against my bottom.

“When Francis turned up and I told him Sarah had returned to her old job, I felt sorry for him and let him stay the night.”

Pete gazed at me. He smiled when he saw where Sir’s hand was.

“I suppose that would explain it. I know he came here. His debit card was used to buy a one-way train ticket to the local station. He only has £20 left in his account. Have you any idea where he has gone? I can’t trace his phone. I may have to go to the next level and trace him.”

What did he mean next level? Did he have access to security cameras? He had access to my mobile and my bank account. This was like something from the TV program called Hunted.

“If you don’t mind me asking Pete, why go to all this trouble for a few thousand pounds?"

Sir said.

“ I loan money all over London. I have a reputation. The amount doesn’t matter. If he gets away with it, everyone else will try.”

“But all these resources on a petty thief?”

“You know how people like us work. Reputation. If just one little scum bag gets one over on me, my reputation is ruined.”

“Aren’t you worried about him going to the police?”

“You should know better. You are almost as well-connected as I am. The last one that tried that ended badly. You remember the headless body they found last year in the Thames? That was him. Even if he introduced a copper to me, all they would find is a spotless record. I don’t even have a speeding ticket. As I said. I’m connected. It’s not like Pete is my real name anyway.”

“As you can see Pete. Only myself and Sarah live here. “

It was hopeless. As soon as I left and used my bank card or phone, he would have me. How could I survive without money? I just stood there as Sir started to squeeze my ass cheeks. Then Pete’s goons returned.

“We found nothing. One bedroom with men’s clothes and another with some very sexy women’s clothes. You should see the underwear, it is.......”

“That’s enough Terry!. It seems you are telling the truth Sir Malcolm. You have my number. I may pop back from time to time. If you hear anything, call me. Oh, and I know what business you are in, so I know you won’t be calling the police now, will you?”

“Heaven forbid no. If I hear anything, I will be in contact.”

“Just make sure you do,” said Pete as he left with his men.

“Sir thank you so much. I thought he would recognize me.” I said.

“Well my dear, you’re quite convincing as Sarah.”

“What am I going to do Sir?”

“The way I see it, you have no choice. You have to stay as Sarah. If you want, I can give you a few hundred pounds in cash, and you can go. But I think you won’t last very long.”

I stood next to him, considering. I barely noticed his hand move around to the front of my knickers until he gently rubbed my cock though the nylon. I was too terrified of my situation to notice much. If I took his money, I could buy a tent and some food and live in a forest. I’d never been camping in my life. I knew I wouldn’t last long.

“What do you mean, stay as Sarah, Sir?”

“You would become Sarah 24/7. You would live, dress, and work as a woman. Francis will be gone forever.”

I had no choice, at least at the moment, but I knew there was a price attached to this offer.

“What else would you want of me for hiding me Sir Malcolm? You aren’t doing this out of the goodness of your heart.”

“There’s my girl. I thought you were bright enough to notice. I have certain tastes. Odd tastes to some. I like ladies like you, Sarah. Especially fresh virgins like you.”

This was a nightmare. Death or a pervert's sex toy. I weighed up my choices, but in the end, I didn’t want to die. I had to take his offer. I didn’t dislike dressing as a woman. I enjoyed it. The idea of being forced to dress constantly was quite frankly one of my fantasies, but sex with a man?

“I will do as you say Sir. I will be your Sarah.”

He grinned at me. He looked like a cat that had caught a mouse.

“Splendid. I will order you some more clothes tomorrow. Before I do, though, we need to seal the deal. “

“Do you want me to sign something?”

“No, dear. I need to be sure of your commitment. Be sure you will comply. Get on your knees.”

Oh God. I knew this would happen. I was hoping it might be a few days off, though. In a daze, I got onto my knees between his legs. I felt my knickers riding up my crack. I felt the petticoats tickle my knees. I must have looked so feminine to him. He had taken his belt off and pulled down the front of his boxers.

“There you are, You know what to do. Think of it as payment for keeping you safe. You keep that happy, and I will keep you safe.”

I stared at it. His cock was much larger than my 4 inches. It was nearly twice the size and thicker. No wonder my wife was never satisfied with me. He was circumcised. I suppose that would mean it was clean. I knew I had to do it. When I had worn my wife’s clothes and jerked off, I had sometimes thought about being a woman having sex with a man. To do it for real is something else.

“Come on, girl. Start by licking my balls.”

I tried not to think about what I was doing. For the first time in my life I held another man’s cock. I lifted the semi-rigged organ up so I could lick his balls. I slowly licked his hairy balls. He smelled fresh, but tasted a little salty. I couldn’t believe I was doing this.

“Oh, you dirty girl. Yes lick my big balls you whore.”

I suppose he thought that was encouraging. I kept it up for a few minutes, then he pulled my face up to look at him.

“Good girl. That was the starters. Now the main course. “

I looked back down and saw he was now fully erect. The head was full and bulbous. If I did this, I would cross a line. I would be a cocksucker. I would be gay, wouldn’t I? Then I thought, women do this for their men all the time. I didn’t think less of my wife when she did it. I had to think like a woman. I was dressed like one, so I would play the part.

I licked the tip, and he shuddered. I traced the whole length with my tongue. His cock was twitching and he was breathing hard. I put my mouth into a “O” shape and slowly swallowed as much as I could.

“Oh, yes, Suck that cock woman, get it in you.”

A little over half way down, it hit the back of my throat and I almost gagged. I slowly bobbed my head up and down, carefully making sure to cover my teeth. I could hear him groaning as I concentrated on my task. I could feel the veins with my lips and almost threw up. No, I had to do this. I used my right hand to wank the part I couldn’t fit in my mouth, I used my left to tickle his balls with my nails.

“Oh you little cock gobbling slut. You are a pro at this.” He said.

For a moment, I felt a surge of pride. I was doing a good job. He loved what I was doing. I felt his organ swell and tried to pull away. He held my head down and came hard in my mouth. It was salty and slimy and it kept coming. I was coughing, and he let me go. I fell back onto my backside. He reached into a drawer and gave me some tissues.

“Clean yourself up girl, then redo your makeup. I’ll have dinner a six.”

That was that. I was now Sarah. Sarah, a cock sucker, Sarah a maid, Sarah a woman. I suspected I would have to do that every day. How do women put up with it? I had a feeling I was going to find out.