“You look ravishing,” I told her. I loved Madame in corsets and when she wore one I knew I was in for a very torrid time.
“Thank you, sir. I always aim to please my clients,” she said.
“So desirable,” I said, glancing over her curvaceous figure, feeling my penis harden to maximum stiffness.
“Come here, sir...” she said, dropping the mask to the floor. Our faces came close and we kissed. I handled her breasts as we did it, scooping them from the bodice of the corset. Madame’s groans and sighs filled the air when she pushed her vulva against me and felt my erection. We were both moaning like beasts as we kissed and pawed each other, our lusts rising. Lana suddenly pulled back, her brown eyes filled with erotic anticipation. She looked at me and said: “Before we go too far, my love, too soon; come and meet the ‘someone’ I mentioned earlier.” I was curious and I asked where this person was.
“Through there,” she said, opening the connecting bedroom door and led me by the hand to her very grand boudoir. “Voilà!” she said, pointing to a giant wooden bed. I was surprised to see a naked teenage boy sprawled upon it. He was very feminine-looking, wearing a little make-up, his hair, long and straw-blonde; he was beardless, blue eyed; slim like a young girl. I noticed a tiny pink penis standing up erect against his flat stomach, above a pair of smooth round testicles.
“Meet Angelique,” Lana said, going over to the bed and sitting beside the boy and shamelessly handling his small prick.
“I call her ‘Angie,’” Lana added.
I said, “But, Madame, he’s a boy. Why does he have a girl’s name?”
Lana smiled and said, “Why, sir, because he’s a transvestite.”
I stared at the boy-girl hybrid.
“Haven’t you ever seen one before, George?” she asked.
I said I hadn’t.
She creased her brow and looked at me as if I’d grown another head. Then she said: “Oh, sometimes, George, you are naive to the point of tedium.”
I felt a little slighted by her words and I replied firmly: “It’s good then that you are a woman of such great experience, isn't it?”
Lana wasn’t going to be outwitted and she countered with: “Sir, if we’re going to ‘fence’ then you had better get your ‘rapier’ out.”
“I’m ready to begin, Madame,” I said. “You seem to understand these male-females, so do tell me, what is their motivation?”
“They value pleasure,” Lana replied, “the way I value it.”
“Are they queer?” I asked.
“No. I think of them as girls with penises,” Lana said. “Very useful and deliciously adaptable in so many ways...”
I glanced at the boy-girl, finding his beauty disturbingly fascinating. I said: “He certainly looks effeminate enough. I've seen made-up queers like him on the docks at Marseille, selling their arses.”
“You speak with such hostility, George.” Lana said. “Do you hate their kind and if so, why... Have they ever harmed you?”
I sighed. “Look, Madame. I find the idea of two men buggering each other, revolting, that’s why,” I admitted.
Lana giggled. “Oh, George, how you miss the bigger picture... There’s a beauty about the male sexual act, the way homos use their mouths and fingers. I like watching two boys make passionate love,” she said. “It’s as exciting for a woman like me as it is for you to watch two girls being carnally involved.”
“No doubt you’ve been party to orgies where men have mounted other men, I suppose?” I asked.
Lana raised her eyebrows and said, “Of course I have. I’ve many queer friends, very dear friends. My favourite men are bisexuals. I just love to share a penis with another male, there’s nothing more arousing than fucking with two handsome, bisexual men.”
“Another perversion you are no doubt trying to make seem normal to me?” I said, spitefully.
A flash of Anger came over Lana's fine features. “Listen George,” she said, “there’s always an underlying insinuation with you, that I suspect comes from the fact that you know I cannot be had exclusively, and it makes you ridiculously jealous of my experiences with my many lovers. I’m right, aren’t I?”
I admitted she was.
“Listen, you silly, darling boy,” she said, tender now, coaxing me with her hand tight on my wrist, “when I’m with you, I’m with YOU! That’s all you have to worry about. I warned you about becoming too emotionally involved with me.”
“I’ll attempt to be more objective and live for pleasure, as you do, Madame,” I said, fairly unconvincingly.
“That’s better,” she said, smiling: “Now let’s enjoy our new little toy.”
Lana tumbled onto the bed and stripped her knickers off and threw them down onto the floor. She fondled and kissed Angie, panting and working herself up for a while, before she took the boy's right hand and pushed three fingers into her moist cunt. They made a loud sloshing sound, like feet in mud, as the ‘travesti’ poked away inside Lana. The pair thrashed about on the bed until Lana pushed Angie’s hands down flat on the bed and sat astride her face. I stripped and watched the action, sitting on the edge of the bed, playing with my cock, as excited as hell. Angie was very good with her tongue, lapping away at Lana’s slit like a wild cat, draining it of wetness. Lana was screaming and pulling at Angie’s nipples and she suddenly screamed...
“Oh, great heavens! I’m going to explode.”
Her entire body shook for a few moments and then she fell, groaning and bleating, on top of Angie in a soixante-neuf. She swallowed Angie’s tiny penis easily, whilst beating it up and down with her right hand. This went on for about thirty seconds before I saw Angie’s slim hips thrust forward and she shrieked, “Oh, mistress, my cream is coming.” Lana continued sucking and squeezing and I soon saw some milky fluid leak from the corners of her pretty mouth and drip onto Angie’s heaving midriff and over her hairless pink balls. Lana held the little prick in her mouth for some time, draining all the sap from it, until there was no more to be had.
“Mmm, that was a fine vintage,” she said a few moments later, after wiping her glistening lips on a white handkerchief.
“Where do I fit into this ménage a trois?” I asked.
“I’ll show you, sir,” Lana said, her eyes sparkling with desire. She pulled me to her face by my prick, sucking it as Angie lay back and watched.
“How old is the pretty little slut?” I queried.
Lana stopped sucking and looked down at Angie. “Eighteen,” she told me. “Wait until after I’ve made the bitch up to look like an authentic young whore. She’s so pretty, George, you’ll definitely want to fuck her, I guarantee it.”
I was outraged. “I don’t fuck boys,” I said. “I’m no pederast, Madame.”
Lana smiled: “Who says Angie is a boy? As I told you, I like to think of her as girl with a penis, or maybe it’s an overlarge clitoris?”
I laughed and said: “Really, Madame, next you’ll be telling me that they (transvestites) call their anuses, vaginas.”
Lana nodded. “Exactly right,” she said, “transvestites DO call their anuses, vaginas. Do you understand?”
I couldn’t fault her logic and I had to admit that there was something fascinatingly depraved-looking about Angie, a flame of lewdness and exoticism that excited me in some deep dark place within me – a hidden underworld that Lana knew far better than I, because she already lived there.
“Trust me, you’ll enjoy this,” Lana said and I lay back on the huge bed; stroking my penis and watching Lana transform Angie into a pretty girl. She powdered her face, rouged her overlarge and sensual lips, touched up her big blue eyes with a little black; dabbed some rouge on her nipples and around the little hairless ‘rosebud’ between her arse cheeks.
“How is it that ‘she’ doesn’t have any body hair?” I asked Lana.
“Because I shaved her, earlier,” Lana explained. “I like her hairless. It gives her lovely pale skin a girlish aspect, don’t you think?”
“It does, indeed,” I said.
“There, George, what do you think of her?” Lana asked me, standing the naked ‘girl’ in front of me.
I was impressed. “I must say, she’s quite ravishing now that you’ve added your clever little touches,” I said.
“You’re a genius at these sorts of things.”
Angie stood there, her little ‘thing’ erect again and standing up firmly.
Lana noticed and said, “Angie’s almost as amorous as I am. Let’s all play together, George. I love ménage a trios situations. What do you say?”
I couldn’t help myself and in moments we were in a heap on the bed, writhing about like beasts in the fields. It was semi-dark and unseen mouths sucked my cock and balls and then kissed their way up my torso to my mouth. I had, at one moment, my right hand fingers in Lana’s cunt and my left hand fingers wrapped around Angie’s ‘thing.’ I felt carried away by this decadent ménage and I started fucking Lana, with me on top, in the ‘Venus Observa’ position. Angie, instructed by Lana, sucked my balls from behind and stuck her tongue up my little hole, digging so deep that I almost climaxed.
“She’s a very filthy little bitch,” I said, banging away in Lana’s cunt with much arousal and emotion. “She’s pleasuring my arse like a lewd little whore.”
Lana laughed and gripped me tight, saying, “I said you’d like her, sir. You must take her in her back-door. It’s like a very tight ride I’ve been told by those who’ve used her.”
The thought thrilled me, so I pulled out of Lana’s soaking slit and prepared Angie by putting her on her hands and knees. Lana assisted me by spreading the boy-girl’s buttocks and spitting saliva on the enfolded hole. After a brief fingering, during which Angie cried out, “Oh, monsieur, please use my cunt as roughly as you please.” Lana laughed and said “Told you she was a slut, didn’t I, sir?” and then guided my penis into the little wet hole. Surprisingly, it slid right in, all the way up to my balls.
Angie gasped, “Ah! Sir is so big, mistress!”
Lana scolded her, “You’ll take everything sir has for you... you little whore, won’t you?”
“Yes, mistress, I want to be fucked very hard,” Angie replied.
“My God, the bitch has a very deep cunt!” I yelled, feeling many amazing sensations flow over me.
“Fais moi! Baise moi!” (Fuck me!) Angie begged.
“Ha!” Lana said, “See, how well I’ve taught her how to be a shameless little whore?” and reached under Angie and shuffled her little ‘thing’ back and forth as if she were milking a goat.
I banged away, pulling the boy-girl to me by her skinny hips, trying to find the bottom of her ‘vagina.’ I couldn’t find an end to it. It didn’t seem to have one. I must’ve been deep in her bowels by the time I felt something soft give way against the snout of my prick. I feared the worst and pulled out, leaving Angie’s anus gaping like a wound.
“Phew! Is that shit?” Lana asked, noticing the vile smell.
“Look and see,” I said, presenting my dirty cock to her face.
“Oh, my,” she said, sniffing its brown tip, “I can see the ‘truffles’ are out early this season.” (Only Lana could make a humorous remark about such a vile thing!) With astonishment, I watched as she brought Angie into a kneeling position and pushed her face towards my dirty prick, grasping her blonde hair in a bunch at the back.
“See what your filthy cunt has delivered?” Lana said.
“Yes, mistress,’ Angie said, a scared look in her young blue eyes. “I’m sorry; I didn’t know it was there...”
“Sorry?” Lana yelled. “You will be, you little bitch.”
“What must I do to atone for this, Madame?” Angie asked.
“Clean it up of course, you little bitch!” Lana said and then went to the bathroom.
She came back, moments later, with soap, a cloth and warm water in a china bowl. “Now wash sir’s penis clean and use your mouth to pleasure him afterwards,” Lana ordered. Angie washed me carefully until I was pristine once again and then sucked me, with beautiful deep swallows of her young mouth; her small hands around the stem of my prick.
While she pleasured me, Lana fetched a thick bamboo cane and stood by the side of the bed. I watched excitedly when she brought the cane down hard across the boy-girl’s buttocks. Each hard stroke elicited a muffled scream from Angie, followed by renewed gobbling and slobbering over my penis, the dutifulness of which had to be seen to be believed. She was almost as good at oral sex as Lana was. Angie’s bottom was destroyed by fifteen of the most vicious strokes of a cane I’d ever seen Lana deliver. Her cruel delight in doing it was obvious, placing her right foot on Angie’s bare back; stopping between strokes to play lewdly with her own cunt, telling me how wet she was, rubbing her hairy slit and groaning like a bitch on heat. I was fascinated watching her, her unbridled lust was breathtaking. I gripped Angie’s blonde hair and forced my prick right down her throat. Another stroke of the cane fell and she yelped, “Ow!” her cry deadened by my rod sealing her mouth. “Has she done her job?” Lana asked. I pulled my prick out of Angie’s mouth and Lana examined it, kissed its moist purple tip and then pushed Angie back down on all fours. She said: “Fill the dirty whore’s arse up with this,” and handed me a syringe, a metal contraption with a long brass snout. I pushed the snout into Angie’s anus and forced the plunger down, soon filling her bowels with emetic fluid. Lana put a bucket between her legs when I’d emptied the syringe.
“Are you full up, you little whore?” Lana asked, smacking Angie’s face to get her full attention.
“Oh God, yes, Madame, I feel pregnant!” Angie replied.
“Are you ready to open your flood-gates?” Lana asked.
“Oui, Maîtresse. It’s coming!” Angie cried, her little arsehole palpitating.
With a loud splashing sound, all the fluid I’d injected into her came flooding out, along with a few ‘truffles,’ as Lana called them. The stench was disgusting, at least to me. Lana seemed indifferent to the fumes, giggling whilst the noxious waterfall cascaded out of Angie’s pissing arse. The enema ceased and Lana dried Angie’s bottom and thighs with a cloth. “Now you can bugger the little slut without wearing a ‘brown jacket.’” Lana said, with a raucous laugh, after putting the bucket away in the bathroom.
Angie crouched before me again, pulling her thrashed buttocks apart. I pushed against her crinkled little hole with a hard jab and we coupled once more. Lana knelt behind me, murmuring obscenities and squeezing my balls as I fucked her little transvestite bitch. She also kissed and licked my anus in a most pleasingly adventurous manner. Due to all her anal pleasuring, I soon felt myself about to climax.
Lana sensed the moment.
“Shoot in my mouth,” she said, getting up from licking my arse.
She came in front of me and put her beautiful face against Angie’s heavily welted bottom, looking up at me with longing and joy. Seeing her do that so eagerly and suggestively, caused me to climax. With a burst of blissful arousal, I pulled my prick out of Angie’s rear, aimed the tip at Lana’s wide open mouth, loosing off spurt after spurt of (what she liked to refer to as) ‘sauce tartar.’ She gratefully accepted my ‘gift’ and mouthed my prick eagerly, gulping down any remaining seed that flowed out.
After she’d finished me, she pulled Angie level with her face and dribbled the sticky mess she’d got from me, right into the boy-girl’s wide-open mouth. A big swallow from Angie soon after demonstrated that the ‘oyster’ Lana had passed to her had gone down. Madame kissed her, afterwards, their tongues flicking and pressing in a wild frenzy; the accompanying sighs and moans building steadily in volume.
To think that only a year previously, I was a naïve and inexperienced twenty seven year-old man from the country, who wouldn’t have believed that shameless women such as Lana and the deviant transvestite, Angie, really existed. I knew now that not only did females like them exist, but I’d sampled the delights of their sexuality and took it for granted that perv
ersion would be a normal part of my sexual life from now on. That such an incredible transformation had occurred in me was due, entirely, to Lana’s careful tutelage.
“I thought, sir, we might go to the bathroom for some watersports,” Lana said, stripping off her corset with a little help from the ever attentive Angie. She was soon naked and she went off with swinging breasts and undulating buttocks to the en suite, looking over her shoulder and saying: ‘C’mon both of you, I’m in need of a warm yellow fountain.”
I took Angie by the hand and she pulled me to her and whispered in an urgent, serious voice. “Sir, can I truly trust you?”
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