by D. L. Savage
Well well well, slut, it read. So you’re chickenshit after all? Shame. I thought you were braver than that. Well, let me make the decision a little easier for you by rephrasing things somewhat … You’ve got two simple choices: 1) You come over to mine on Friday and we go out together, OR 2) I let everyone on campus know about all your dirty little secrets. Remember, I have quite a bit of video evidence by now! Okay, let me know by this evening, you pathetic little worm.
Mistress Bethany x
Even thought Tony still felt an overwhelming nauseous dread at the thought of going out dressed up as a girl, he did have to admit that her second email had activated that other secret part of him once again — the part of him that enjoyed being told exactly what to do, that enjoyed being dominated by his strict, cruel mistress.
He could picture her now, just as she was the other night: her mouth curled in a thin, evil smile, the cum glimmering on her glossy lips, that little silky gown wrapped tight around her slim frame, her nipples pointing out from beneath its fabric like two accusatory fingers.
Tony knew he had no choice.
The decision had already been made for him.
He was going out that Friday night, dressed up as a girl, for all the School to see …
* * *
“Wow. That’s fucking hot!” Bethany exclaimed in her nasty, bratty voice, taking a step backwards to admire her handiwork. “Go on then, give me a twirl, slut.”
“Yes, mistress,” Tony said, turning unsteadily, wobbling in the six-inch heels she’d forced him to wear. It turned out their feet were exactly the same size, and Tony could tell that she’d picked out her most difficult-to-wear, most uncomfortable shoes on purpose: enjoying how much difficulty he was having in them.
“You’ll have to knock that ‘mistress’ shit out when we go out tonight, you know,” she chided. “In fact, it’s probably better if you don’t open your mouth at all. Just let me do the talking. Okay?”
Tony nodded, trying to ignore the first flutters of horniness running through his body, not wanting his swelling cock to create a prominent bulge in the front of his outfit. Because the outfit Bethany had chosen for him this evening left practically nothing to the imagination: he was dressed in a tight-as-hell, form-hugging minidress in a hot neon orange color, with cute white stockings and a little white g-string to match. The patch of fabric at the front was barely big enough to keep his cock and balls in one place, and Tony was scared he’d get too horny and they’d go popping out the front. But so far, everything had just about remained tucked in place. He was wearing a matching white bra, padded with tissue paper, and Bethany had done his lipstick and nails (long stick-on ones) to match his dress: in a hot, glowing orange. The look was completed by his trusty black wig, this time done up in two cute little pigtails.
Fuck, she’s right, Tony thought, catching a glimpse of myself in her dresser mirror. I am looking pretty damn good …
Bethany was looking sexy as hell, too: dressed in a sparkly little shoulder-less top (with no bra beneath), her ass and legs clad in semi-transparent black leggings, which, if Tony squinted a little, he could make out her tight black thong beneath. She had her silky blonde hair tied up in a high ponytail which swished playfully behind her when she walked. And she’d finished her outfit off with cute little silver flats. Tony looked down at them enviously, wishing he was better at standing in these big stupid heels. Their straps were already beginning to dig painfully into his feet and he didn’t know how he was gonna manage standing up all night on them.
But that was the least of his worries right now.
Could he really do this? Could he actually go outside in his new girly outfit? Wouldn’t people recognize him? He took another nervous glance at himself in the mirror. To him, he looked transformed — totally passable as a slim, sexy girl. But how good was his own judgment?
As Bethany strutted towards the door, her pert ass cheeks moving sexily beneath the tight black fabric of her leggings, her high ponytail swinging coquettishly, Tony followed her lead, him too trying to let his ass swing in just the same way, keeping his back arched, his little titties stuck out in front, feeling his g-string sliding between his buttocks and the cool air flashing beneath the hem of his dress as he walked, hoping his cock and balls stayed tucked up in place.
Bethany held the door open for him, and he kept his head up as he strutted past her, as sexily as he could, out into the girls’ corridor, his heart hammering in his chest now and a cold sweat prickling out beneath his freshly-shaved armpits.
Keep it together, he told himself, feeling Bethany’s cruel green eyes on him as he strutted ahead of her down the corridor. It felt like walking along a high wire. He could feel his whole body, buzzing with concentration and nervousness. He put one trembling, painful foot in front of the other, feeling the cruel gaze of his teen mistress boring into his back, and then BANG! His ankle went over and he felt a white-hot flash of pain as his legs crumbled and he fell hard onto his ass.
Behind him, he heard Bethany let out a cruel laugh, and Tony felt hot tears welling up in his eyes, which he quickly tried to keep down so he didn’t ruin his makeup by tilting his head and fanning at his face with his slim hand, again registering with a little shiver of surprise just how different his fingers looked now — how girly —now that Bethany had put those fake nails on him.
“Don’t cry, slut,” Bethany said when she reached him. “Here, let’s swap.”
And with that, she casually pulled off her sparkly flats and threw them down next to Tony.
Still sitting on the floor, his back against the wall, he began to unbuckle the heels.
“Keep your fucking legs together!” Bethany hissed beneath her breath.
Tony quickly pulled his knees together, realizing with a pang of embarrassment that he’d been flashing the corridor his panties, with that clear bulge of his cock and balls beneath.
With relief he pulled off the heels, rubbing at the saw red marks they’d left on his skin, then slipped the flats onto his aching feet, registering with pleasure that they were still warm.
As he stood up, much more comfortable in these simple black shoes, he relished the heat that Bethany’s feet had left in them; because that was what seemed to turn Tony on the most about this new side to him, he liked the fact that he was doing and feeling and experiencing exactly what Bethany was experiencing. She too felt sexy and slutty right now, he could tell by the way she was walking and the excited shiver of her breath. And she too was probably secretly enjoying the sensation of her tight figure-hugging clothes, and her thong gently rubbing at her asshole as she walked.
Tony felt his cock stir and swell a little, still just about remaining snugly cupped by his silky g-string, as he wondered just what kind of fun he and Bethany were about to get up to that night …
* * *
The music in the club seemed to pulse and pound in time to Tony’s heartbeat. The lighting was dim (he was glad of that), save for the occasional flash and sparkle of the mirror ball and strobes. Tony looked around, unable to quite believe what he was seeing. It was as if he’d been let in on a secret society: everywhere he looked were beautiful girls and hunky, handsome guys. He’d heard about this nightclub, but had never dreamed of going as his usual geeky male self. Why put yourself through that kind of rejection, he’d always figured sadly, choosing instead to stay in and study. But now, as a girl, he was relishing the experience, and so far … so far, no one seemed to have guessed his secret!
When they’d approached the long line at the front of the club, Bethany had strutted straight for the bouncer, who had lifted the rope and let them both inside with a leery, lusty smile. And while they were checking in their coats and paying entrance fee, she’d leant in and whispered in Tony’s ear, “I blew both those bouncers in my first semester. I’ll never have to queue again …”
Tony had smiled and giggled, opening his mouth to reply when Bethany had quickly shushed him.
“I think it’s better if yo
u don’t speak,” she’d hissed in his ear. “We don’t want to let your dirty little secret out just yet, now do we, Slut?”
Tony had shook his head.
“Don’t worry. Just let me do all the talking. And from now on, you’re … you’re …”
Bethany looked up at the ceiling for a moment, her pretty eyes sparkling as she thought, tapping a long manicured fingernail against her chin.
“You’re … Tina!”
And as she’d said it, Tony had felt a sudden fresh rush of excitement. Tina! The name swirled around in his head. It seemed so right — delicate, feminine, sexy, playful. And as he followed Bethany into the dark, pulsing club, he felt himself really, finally becoming Tina now, or perhaps he really had been her, deep down, all along …
He swung his hips, keeping his back straight, his small breasts pushed out, feeling his hair swinging, feeling his g-string sliding between his buttocks, feeling that tight dress clinging to his slim, trembling figure, and as he walked with Bethany to the centre of the dance floor, he felt something else too: eyes, hundreds of pairs of hungry male eyes taking them both in, watching them, lusting after them.
Wow!
Tina felt her cock stir beneath her panties and her little nipples tingling and hardening with excitement and anticipation, as she wondered just which of these hungry, sexy men she might get to know a little more intimately …
* * *
“Kiss me,” Bethany whispered, leaning in close to Tina, grinding her slim feminine body against Tina’s in time to the sexy, pulsating beat. “It always gets the guys turned on …”
Around them, they could feel the men closing in, the sweat and testosterone and hormones thick in the heady air of the nightclub.
So Tina nervously leant in towards Bethany, and the two girls touched their full glossy lips gently together. Tina felt Bethany’s tongue snake quickly into her mouth, flicking against her own, and she felt Bethany’s hands moving over her body, cupping her ass, drawing her closer, grinding her pussy against Tina’s stiffening cock.
Nervously and gingerly, Tina reached out and cupped Bethany’s ass too — Fuck, it felt so good! Her buttocks felt so tight and toned and beautifully smooth and round, her black leggings so tight and silky. And Tina felt Bethany brushing her pert small breasts against Tina’s too, her nipples becoming prominent beneath that sparkly, strapless top she was wearing. She felt herself yielding, letting Bethany take control, and it felt good to give herself up like that to the situation, to be the submissive to Bethany’s dominant, aggressive personality.
“Hey, you’re a pretty good kisser!” Bethany gasped, finally pulling herself away, her eyes sparkling, her tongue licking her full glossy lips, obviously savoring the experience.
Tina smiled shyly, not wanting to let on that — save from an embarrassing fumble with a fat girl called Donna, back at Junior prom — Bethany was the first girl she had ever kissed.
“Okay,” Bethany continued, “now let’s see if our little show has worked!”
The two girls looked around the dark flashing dance floor, and sure enough they were now surrounded by a large group of horny, well-built guys.
“Take your pick!” Bethany whispered in Tina’s ear, herself turning and beginning to grind herself up against a hot tanned guy in a tight-fitting t-shirt, his biceps covered in tattoos, his face flecked with dark stubble, his eyes, burning with lust as he began to move his hands over Bethany’s slinky, sexy body as she ground her ass back and forth against his groin.
Tina nervously turned and looked around the group of guys, all of them now staring back at her with an intensity that caused her tummy to tingle and her heart to pound.
I could have any one of these guys, she marveled.
But there was one in particular that caught her eye: Troy!
His black skin was shining, his sensual mouth curling into a lusty grin as he realized she was checking him out. He took a step forward, and Tina followed Bethany’s lead, turning around and grinding her ass up and down against his groin, shivering as she realized she could feel the heat and hardness of his cock, right there beneath his pants. Tina’s own cock was throbbing too, and she just hoped it stayed in place in her panties, or else her secret would be out.
She shivered again as she felt Troy leaning in and softly kissing her neck, his big manly hands moving up and down her body. The pleasure shuddered through her and she pushed her ass back hard against his cock, wishing she could just pull her dress up right here on the dance floor, take his cock out of his pants and guide it deep into her tight, yearning little asshole.
As if reading her mind, Bethany danced over to Tina and leant into her, whispering in her ear. “Let’s take these two back to my room!”
And with a nervous, excitement pulsing through her veins, Tina smiled and nodded.
* * *
“She’s hear on a study scholarship from France,” Bethany explained to the two guys, regarding why Tina had stayed silent all night. “She doesn’t speak any English. But that doesn’t mean she isn’t horny …”
They were back in her room now and Bethany was laughing and joking with both the boys, so easy and comfortable as she put on some r’n’b, but at the same time, Tina could feel the atmosphere in the room changing. They were all thinking about what was about to happen next. The lights were low, the music was playing, and Tina felt Troy shift a little closer towards her on their side of the bed. They were both perched on one end of Bethany’s bed, while Bethany had begun sitting on her guy, Brad’s, lap and kissing him.
Tina took a deep breath, thinking here goes nothing, then turned to Troy and kissed him too, her tongue eagerly exploring his mouth, her hands moving into his thick, black hair.
And as They kissed, Tina felt Troy’s hot fingers gently brush against her knee then trace up her thigh, too. At this she felt a sharp pang of worry in her tummy. If his hand slid any further up her thigh, then he’d discover her throbbing swollen cock and balls! She pulled herself away from his kiss and put her hand gently on top of his, grabbing it by the wrist as if to say, ‘Stop’.
“What’s the matter, baby?” Troy murmured. “You still feeling shy?”
Tina looked in panic at Bethany, not sure what to do, but luckily Bethany worked out what was going on and quickly took control. “Sorry,” she explained. “It’s her time of the month, I should have said so ... So I’m afraid Troy that her pussy is off limits … But you’re a smart boy. I’m sure you can think of a couple of other places your cock might fit.”
And with this she gave Troy and Tina a sexy wink, then returned to Brad, working her way down onto her knees, her hands tugging eagerly at his belt, her pert ass thrust in the air, her thong fully visible through the tight semi-transparent material of her leggings.
Meanwhile, Tina turned back to Troy, feeling a deep shudder of excitement run through her body as her lips once more found his, his tongue urgently pushing into her mouth, his hands exploring her body.
His touch moved to her breasts, and again Tina’s excitement turned to panic. If he fondled her any more, he might realize her titties weren’t real either!
With a coquettish shake of the head, she gently slapped his hands away, and before he became disappointed, she took Bethany’s lead, letting herself slide and slink, down between Troy’s parted thighs, pulling at his belt with eager trembling fingers.
She shot a quick glance at Bethany, who was busy sucking Brad now: her pretty mouth full with his hard wet cock, her glossy lips sliding up and down his thick shaft, her eyes closed in pleasure, one slender hand massaging his full shaven balls, the other moving to her top, tugging it down to free up her pert left breast, the nipple so hard and pointy.
Tina gasped when Troy finally freed up his own cock, letting it loose from his boxer shorts, tugging up his t-shirt, his thick black meat slapping against his toned abs with a heavy thud. Sure, she’d seen it already from a distance, but up close it gave her the shivers: so dark and black, so thick and long, the h
ead all bulbous, the balls round and full and completely shaved.
She took it tenderly in her hand and jacked it, feeling a tremble of satisfaction as she heard Troy groan. She kept her eyes fixed firmly on his cock, feeling her own cock throbbing hard in her panties now, watching with delight as a big clear drop of pre-cum oozed from the slit of Troy’s cock head. As she jacked it, she used this clear fluid as the lube, getting Troy’s thick hot dick all shiny and wet. Finally, she could take it no more, leaning forward, her eyes closing and a deep shiver of excitement trembling all over her body as she touched the head of his cock gently to her lips in a tender kiss. She tasted a faintly salty taste and felt the delicious heat of his skin and the pulse of his heartbeat. She parted her lips a little further, finally letting his hot meat slide all the way into her mouth, filling it up.
Tina groaned as she bobbed her head, eyes closed, feeling Troy begin to shift his hips now, pumping his rock-hard cock in and out of her mouth urgently.
She wanted to play with her own cock too, so badly; she knew that she’d only have to touch it gently to come, she was getting so turned on. And even without touching herself, Tina could feel the first faint tremors of orgasm building in her tummy, her cock pulsing in her panties as Troy continued to fuck her mouth, his breath coming in low manly grunts, his hands holding her head in place as he pumped his cock between her glossy parted lips.
Tina pulled her head away from Troy’s cock, letting out a little girly moan, her whole body trembling with excitement.
“I want you, baby,” Troy murmured, his cock twitching, so wet and black and slick, jutting up from between his muscular thighs.
Tina looked over to the other side of the bed, where Bethany by now was completely naked, riding Brad, her pussy stretched wide around his cock, slicking it with her gooey juices as she bounced up and down on his meaty pink shaft, and she knew that she too wanted to feel Troy inside her ...
