A few years back, I lost my job and ended up homeless for a couple of months. That I never once spent a night on the streets is down to good friends, a little luck and the kindness of strangers.
Strangers such as Martin..
Actually, we had a mutual friend, and I met him at her place. I’d been crashing on her sofa for a couple of nights, but had to get out the next day cos she had guests coming.
I told him my sad story, and he seemed to really sympathise..
“Where will you go next?” he asked.
“I dunno,” I confessed. “But something’s sure to turn up..”
“I’ve a lovely sofa,” he suggested, “and it’s yours if you want it.”
I smiled sweetly, and said I’d think about it. Of course, we both knew I’d take up his offer, just as we both knew what he’d want in return.
The following night, I slept at Martin’s place..
His sofa really was lovely. It was soft and so spacious it could have been a bed. Wrapped in a duvet and wearing just a nightie, I couldn’t have been more snug, and fell asleep almost the moment the light went out.
It was perhaps an hour later that Martin woke me..
He’d climbed in beside me and was snuggling while kissing my face. But I think it was the hand he placed up my nightie that roused me from my slumber. He was gently massaging my boy-bits, stretching life into my dosy little cock.
“What are you doing?” I asked sleepily.
“What do you think!” he replied.
He shuffled further down under the duvet, till I felt his warm breath tickle my boy-bits. Before I knew it, he had the whole of my little cock in his mouth and was sucking and blowing, teasing the undulations of my throbbing cherry with his lascivious tongue.
Groaning with pleasure, I wrapped my bare legs tightly round his shoulders and ran my fingers gently through his hair as the first of my cream splashed between his eager lips, causing me a wild spasm.
He slipped a finger up my bumhole and began to furiously finger fuck me, which made me cry with pleasure as I quickly shot my load. Even after my cock had purged the last drop of cum, spasms continued to convulse my legs, and for several minutes I moaned and groaned in sheer ecstacy.
Martin kissed me passionately, then, without a word, returned to his own bed, while I turned over and enjoyed the most wonderful night’s sleep I’d had for quite some time.
When I woke up, Martin had already gone to work. I ate a lazy breakfast and pottered dreamily about his flat, thinking about what a nice guy he was, and wondering whether there was any potential for a serious relationship.
Alas, such pleasant thoughts were soon shattered..
Martin returned home just after six, bringing his friend and work colleague Lee with him. From the start, I didn’t like the look of Lee. Whereas Martin was dark and sultry, stocky but with a gentle demeanour, Lee was tall, blonde and muscular, with tattoos on his arms that I feared had far-right connotations.
The moment Lee entered the flat, I knew there was going to be trouble. He glared at me menacingly, while Martin seemed strangely troubled.
I didn’t like the way either of them were looking at me..
I suddenly felt vulnerable. To please Martin, who’d been such a sweetie the night before, I’d really dolled myself up, and was wearing a low-cut leopard print blouse, a black leather miniskirt, black seamed hold-up stockings and red, three-inch stiletto mule sandals.
I’d gone to a lot of trouble over my makeup too, giving myself soft smokey eyes and two- toned lips. I’d tidied my hair and was wearing large, dangly earrings.
I’d made myself beautiful for a man I’d thought caring and kind, yet here he was, staring at me like I was dirt! And even worse, he’d brought along a friend who looked like a real psycho.
To tell the truth, I was terrified. Still, remembering that appearances can be deceptive, I tried greeting them both with my sweetest smile..
“Cut the crap, bitch! Just tell us what you’ve done with my pal’s wallet?” Those were the first words I ever heard Lee say. As he spoke, he walked right up to me, shaking with rage. I was so scared I turned and fled into the kitchen.
I slammed the door on them, but there wasn’t a lock, and even if there had been, it wasn’t the kind of door that would hold back two strapping guys for even a second. As I cowered by the sink, Lee grabbed me by the throat and began throttling me.
“Where’s his wallet, bitch?” he shouted, blasting spittle venomously into my face.
“I d-dunno what you mean!” I cried. I was absolutely terrified; I could see a knife on the draining board, easily within his reach, and believed he would all too happily use it.
Luckily, the same thought crossed Martin’s mind..
“Don’t hurt her,” he said calmly. “If she won’t tell us then we’ll just have to call the police, that’s all.”
“Okay,” said Lee, “call them then!”
“But I haven’t taken anything!” I wailed tearfully. I could hardly see through all the tears, which I could feel streaming down my cheeks. God knows what I must have looked like! And much as I knew they’d made a terrible mistake and that I was innocent of whatever they thought I’d done, still I didn’t want them to call the police. A homeless, unemployed trans woman never wants anyone to call the police!
“Please don’t call them!” I begged, “It’s just a terrible misunderstanding. I’ll do anything to help put it right…”
“I’ll bet you would, you bitch!” yelled Lee, and threatened to headbutt me. But Martin was far more conciliatory..
“Perhaps it IS just a misunderstanding?” he mused. “After all, it was dumb of me to bring you here, knowing what I knew about your circumstances. There was only £70 in that wallet; the cards can easily be cancelled. So maybe we could come to some kind of arrangement?”
“Wh-what do you mean?” I asked gingerly.
“Well, let’s just say, for example, we spitroasted you? We could call that £70, couldn’t we, Lee?”
His friend shrugged sulkily. “Guess so!” he muttered.
“Well, what’s it to be, Carrie?”
“But I honestly didn’t take anything!” I protested.
“Well, I guess if that’s how you’re going to respond, then I’ve no choice but to call the police!”
Martin sighed. He took out his phone, looking genuinely sad and disappointed, and began pressing keys.
“N-no!” I pleaded, “I’ll do it! Please, just no police!”
“Alright,” said Martin, “Let’s get into the bedroom..”
Tentatively, I followed Martin into his bedroom, with Lee close behind me, breathing down my neck. No sooner were we through the door, than he spoke..
“Take your clothes off, bitch!” he barked, with typical charm.
With trembling fingers, I awkwardly removed my blouse before stepping out of my skirt, my legs quaking. I stood shivering in my bra, panties, stockings and mule sandals, while Martin and Lee casually undressed.
The night before I’d been special to Martin, but I could see from his look that now I was nothing more than a piece of meat..
And that he and Lee were to be my butchers!
Both were well built, muscular guys boasting impressive six packs, and each was very well endowed. Lee’s manhood was perhaps a little shorter than Martin’s, though both had at least eight inches of solid meat.
And they knew exactly what to do with their assets..
“Get down here, bitch!” Lee pointed at his throbbing cock, which was pointing straight at me like the barrel of a pistol. Trembling, I bent down and tentatively began licking his iron stem.
I had hardly begun when I felt Martin tug my panties down onto my thighs. Soon after, his ramrod hard cock penetrated my bumhole.
Instantly, my legs flailed, and I should have tumbled to the ground but that Lee had a firm grip on my hair, whilst Martin held me skewered!
He began pumping away manically, pounding my poor boy-pussy while, terrified of getting any further on the psycho Lee’s wrong side, I did my best to give him a great blowjob, licking every inch of his pulsating stem before finally slipping his glistening cherry between my quivering lips.
Lee now worked me up and down, using his grip on my hair to force ever more of his expansive ramrod down my throat, and caring nothing how much I gagged and choked. He worked me mercilessly in and out, his precum spattering my hard worked tongue with a salty foretaste of things to come.
And they were not long coming..
Trembling in my mule sandals, I gasped for breath as the first of Martin’s heady load of cream exploded into my boy-pussy, followed moments later by Lee’s salty cum flooding my mouth so completely I feared I might drown.
They had fired in synchronicity, and I dropped to my hands and knees in utter exhaustion, with cum bubbling from my bumhole and dribbling from my lips simultaneously.
From where I lay, I could see underneath the bed..
Though it was dark, I could clearly see the silhouette of a flat, square object lying on its own. I stretched out my arm and fetched it..
It was Martin’s wallet!
“What’s this?” I asked vexedly.
“My wallet!” Martin exclaimed, “So you didn’t pinch it after all?”
“No!” I exclaimed, “Just like I told you..”
Even Lee looked sheepish. But more than that, he was disappointed.
“Now I’ll never get my turn at the back!” he grumbled.
“Not unless we renegotiate!” I replied.
The upshot? They each got to do me from the other end, while I got to stay a couple more nights on Martin’s lovely sofa. And oh, yes – I kept the £70 from his wallet..
It was only fair, seeing that I’d earned it!