7 comments/ 22112 views/ 14 favorites Stockings & Stalkings Pt. 01 By: MicheleNylons Giselle applied the clear topcoat to her ruby-red lipstick; she pursed her lips as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. "There; finally finished," she smiled to herself. It had taken Giselle nearly one hour to transform from 'Gary', her male alter-ego, into Giselle, the hot transvestite staring back at her from the mirror. She smiled to herself as she considered all the preparation work she had undertaken to transform herself from Gary to Giselle. The close face shaving, the careful application of foundation, powder and makeup; the carefully considered lingerie, shoes, wig, jewellery, accessories and elegant cocktail dress she had laid out on the bed. Also, earlier in the day she had shaved her body from toes to neck as she did twice a week on Saturdays and Wednesdays; this was part of Giselle's ritual. Giselle had read stories on various TG and sex story websites where the plot involved some guy being kidnapped or forced to transform or some guy who suddenly decided to dress up using his sister's or mother's clothes and invariably the results were stunning. Giselle knew how ridiculous these storylines where; at best you might get a decent looking hairy panty-wearer or HPW as they are sometimes derogatory referred to by passable CDs and TVs. Being a part-time TV is actually a high maintenance activity; it's not just a matter of stepping into hose, lingerie, heels, wig and makeup. Giselle knew that being a convincing crossdresser was an art. "But worth it," Giselle smiled to herself again. Giselle was in her late thirties and had been 'seriously' crossdressing for five years; ever since Gary's wife had left him and moved overseas with, how cliché, his best friend. Prior to this Gary had been a closet crossdresser; a real HPW, but when his wife left him Gary was able to develop Giselle the way he wanted to. He began to shave his body all over, he could use depilatory cream rather than shave, and indeed he did use Veet in the crevice between his buttocks where it was impossible to shave, but he actually loved the luxuriousness of laying in a hot bath and shaving from toe to temple. When he slid into sheer stockings or pantyhose and satin panties, slips and lingerie; the feel of the slinky garments against his freshly shaved skin was exquisite. Gary was also able to expand his wardrobe and acquire an extensive wig collection, purchase expensive makeup and perfumes, and of course buy a nice collection of high-heels. Gary had perfected the art of crossdressing; he knew how to dress to make Giselle look feminine and sexy. Gary felt so femme, so sexy, so comfortable when he dressed as Giselle and he transformed as often as he could. Gary had few friends and rather than go out to the pub or socialise he preferred to stay at home and dress as Giselle. Giselle had a homepage at TVChix and a few other select crossdressing sites. Giselle knew she was to some extent gender dysphoric but hadn't bothered exploring the condition other than following a few online blogs. She was just happy being Giselle. She posted tasteful pictures of herself online, every transvestite wants to be admired after all, but she didn't participate in any of the sexual tomfoolery that went on by some participants. Her profile was specifically annotated 'Not Looking to Meet!' Giselle was not interested in meeting other TVs or the males that chased them, Admirers she knew they called themselves; although she did feel sexy sometimes when dressed, she did not have a compunction to engage in sex. The very thought of touching another penis, be it an Admirer or another TV, made her feel nauseous. Of course she occasionally masturbated whilst dressed as Giselle, and she often did this whilst looking at pictures of other TVs, but she was repulsed by CD and TV pornography. She had occasionally looked at the videos of transvestites lifting their skirts and raising their derrieres to some faceless man with an enormous erection or suckling a man's penis like it was an all day sucker, but these images only made her feel a little defiled. Giselle was convinced that she was still heterosexual; although she hadn't been with a woman since her wife left home. But over the years Gary had developed a compunction to go out dressed; to experience the freedom of being out in public dressed as Giselle. She felt exhilarated at very thought of being in some smoky nightclub where other transvestites would be jealous of her looks and where men would lust after her, but be unable to engage her. It was a fantasy that tonight would come true. Giselle had scouted out a gay bar that purported to be transgender friendly that was only fifteen miles from her abode. It was called 'Sinsations' and Giselle had scrupulously checked and rechecked their webpage and any blogs to do with the place and had visited the club in drab as Gary and had decided it was the safest place nearby where Giselle could 'come out'. And so here she was; checking herself out in the mirror, nervous as hell but the most excited she had been for years; anticipating a night at Sinsations! Giselle was wearing a long-sleeved black cocktail dress; the bodice and skirt were form-fitting cotton-lycra, the sleeves and bust black lace. The hem rested six inches above her knees, not micro-mini, but short enough to show off her well-formed pins. She had selected simple black, patent leather, four-inch high-heels, sheer flesh-toned stockings, a brunette bob with subtle highlights, her makeup was heavy but appropriate for a nightclub. Thick eyeliner, lashings of mascara, striking eyeshadow, plum-red lipstick and matching nailpolish; elegant silver jewellery and accessories. She looked hot, she thought, as she pirouetted in front of the mirror. Her hem lifted just enough to show off her red satin panties; she had deliberately chosen them to contrast the rest of her black ensemble. It would be her little secret: red satin full-cut panties, matching red satin bra and a red and black lace suspender belt. No one would see them tonight but she felt so naughty wearing them. She spun around again and this time the welts of her stockings and the garters of her suspender belt were plainly in view. "Very naughty Giselle," she giggled to herself. Giselle had online friendships with some other TVs at TVChix and selected transgender bloggers and shared her fantasy of going out dressed with some of these online friends. Inevitably some of these TVs had come on to her and offered sexual encounters and Giselle had immediately 'unfriended' them; she had never responded to any of the Admirers who had tried to chat her up. To the few remaining online friends she had left to chat with she had announced her intention to attend Sinsations nightclub this Saturday night and in a pique of vanity she had posted on her wall 'Intend to come out at Sinsations this Saturday - platonic friendships will be considered'. "Stuck up cunt!" Steve hissed to himself when he read Giselle's post. Steve was a fifty-something TV Admirer; he trolled the TV websites looking to meet up with attractive TVs. He'd had many a satisfying encounter with many of them and had always behaved like a gentleman; even when he was fucking them doggy-style and slapping their arses. He was fascinated by Giselle and had tried to contact her on numerous occasions. Her posts were quite chaste and her pictures, although arousing to him, were very modest compared to most trannies who often posted xxx pictures of themselves. Giselle's pictures were more glamour shots than anything approaching pornography. But she fascinated him. She was stunning! Mature, but very attractive, amazing legs, round - firm sexy buttocks, pretty face; just his taste. He wanted her! Steve slipped the tight black T-shirt over his torso, he was wearing black jeans and desert boots, sometimes referred to as 'brothel-creepers'. He was clean-shaven and smelt of expensive aftershave and a hint of tobacco. He was dark and attractive and possessed a pleasant demeanour which women, and transvestites, found charming. But tonight he wanted Giselle; and he knew where she would be. He lit a cigarette, flicked his luxurious black mane one more time in the mirror and went downstairs and out the front door to his car. The tricky part for Giselle was how she was going to get to Sinsations; it was fifteen miles from where she lived and there was no way she was going to sit in a taxi dressed in drag for the journey. Besides; she would still have to walk from her front door to the kerb to get to the cab and it was highly likely that a neighbour would see her. Giselle was totally paranoid that her secret crossdressing existence would be discovered. Gary was an executive at a lucrative financial institution and he imagined the horror of being discovered or outed. He would have to quit because of the shame, even if he weren't fired which was highly likely. This also ruled out driving to the venue in Gary's car; the fear of being seen by someone who knew him whilst driving on the open roads or probably worse, someone he knew spotting his car in the parking a lot of a gay venue. But Giselle had a plan. Gary had been restoring a late 1970's Ford Cortina and it was now in a drivable condition. It was his hobby but he had kept it to himself and the car had been kept in the garage ever since he'd bought it home over a year ago. No one he knew would recognise it. Giselle opened the connecting door from the hallway to the garage and her heels click-clacked on the concrete floor. She was nervous but also very excited. She opened the car door and slid into the driver's seat, carefully smoothing her dress under her bottom; she kicked off her heels and started the car. She clicked the garage door opener and the door slowly rose revealing the dark street. Having thought of everything, Gary had even isolated the overhead light that usually came on when the door opener was clicked. Giselle smiled to herself and drove out of the garage and down the street; her anxiety turned to exhilaration once she was a few streets distant from her house. She concentrated on her driving; she did not want to get pulled over for a traffic violation (but she did play out the fantasy of a handsome young policeman pulling her over, flirting with her and letting her go because she was so attractive - it was a harmless daydream and she giggled to herself). "Giselle! Stop dreaming and concentrate on your driving!" she admonished herself; but she was smiling as she said it. Steve was waiting for Giselle at Sinsations parked in his car with a view of the door. The door was guarded by two heavily built security guys dressed in black with their company logo displayed on the chest of their shirts. Steve had been to Sinsations many times and had successfully pulled a few trannies there; he knew the security guys were really pretty friendly and were there just to keep the riffraff and drunkards out not to hassle the customers. Steve smoked in silence; he didn't even turn on the radio, he was fixated on the door and nearby carpark; he did not want to miss Giselle. When luck is on your side than luck is on your side! Steve grinned when he saw the elegant transvestite getting out of the old Cortina. She was obviously unused to getting out of the car whilst dressed as a woma. She sat half out of the car struggling to put on her high-heels that she had removed for the drive. Her skirt was spread wide and although it was too dark to see much, Steve could see the sheen of her nylons on her thighs. He felt an erection tightening the fabric of his pants and he had to adjust himself. He watched her lock the car; his eyes locked on her luscious arse when she bent over and then his eyes followed her as she tottered to the door of the nightclub. Steve grinned. "Oh my what a bonus!" he sniggered to himself and reached in the back of his car for the small toolbox he kept there. Steve was a mechanic and he knew exactly what he was going to do. "Easy, peasy, Japanesey," he whispered and walked confidently over to the Cortina as if he had every right to be there. Giselle was nervous as hell as she walked over to the door of Sinsations. She'd practiced walking in heels hundreds of times at home but that was on carpet and tiles; the asphalt in the carpark was uneven and potholed and she struggled a bit until she got to the smooth concrete apron surrounding the club. She preened a little and then walked boldly up to the door; her heels clicking and clacking; she felt very femme and strangely confident. "In for a penny," she whispered and strode up the entrance. The security guys gave her an appreciative look which she quite liked and she stopped and rummaged around in her handbag looking for her purse; she knew there was a £10 cover charge because she had had to pay it when she had visited the club as Gary. "No charge for you luv," one of the doormen said. She felt their eyes on her behind as she walked confidently into the club and she wriggled her buttocks cheekily. She was finding out that she quite liked being admired. "Suppose that's why they call 'em Admirers," she giggled. Giselle was absolutely astounded at how well she was received when she entered the club. A couple of T-Girls she had met online came over and introduced themselves and invited her to sit with them in their booth. Giselle had a wonderful time, she limited her drink intake because she had to drive, but she still had a good buzz going and everyone was so friendly. She danced with a couple of the trannies and got hit on repeatedly by Admirers who she graciously turned away. Some of the other transvestites did dance with the admirers and some split off and sit with a guy who she would later leave with. Giselle was a little shocked when she went for a wee and witnessed a tranny named Gabby, whom she had met earlier, emerge from one of the toilet cubicles followed by a man who was zipping his fly over what was obviously a deflating erection. "Thanks luv," he patted Gabby on her ample behind and left the toilet. Gabby just smiled at her and stood at the mirror adjusting her makeup; her lipstick was almost gone and Giselle knew how she had lost it. Gabby pulled a little bottle of mouthwash out of her purse; gargled and rinsed. "I can't take him home and he can't take me to his place either so what's a girl to do?" Gabby smiled. Giselle had an image of Gabby sitting on the toilet with her skirt hiked up while the admirer poked at her mouth with his erect penis until Gabby guided it between her lips and gave it a good sucking. She shuddered. When she got back to the booth she told Stephanie, a recently made friend, about the incident. "We don't take inventories here Giselle. Everyone does their own thing. Some girls like guys, some girls like the other girls, and others like you are just into dressing platonically," she explained. Giselle nodded, it was hard to talk over the loud music, and she decided not to let the incident spoil her night, even when she saw Gabby follow another bloke into the toilet about an hour later. Steve watched Giselle with fascination. Fuck she was hot! Those heels, stockings and that great arse! She was obviously a bit awe-struck at first but she soon became confident, dancing and chatting with the other trannies. He smiled to himself when she turned away the stream of admirers who tried it on with her. He knew from her online blogs she was not up for meeting guys but he was still a little jealous. She was fresh meat and she was sexy as hell so she drew the tranny-lovers like moths to a flame. "You won't be saying no to me later girly," he sneered to himself as he sat quietly drinking a beer. Towards the end of the evening a plump tranny he knew as Gabby came over and sat down next to him. She stroked his cock through his jeans and stuck her tongue in his ear. "Fancy a blow job?" she smiled at him, squeezing his cock. "Fuck off fatty!" he replied harshly. He saw the look of hurt on her face and it turned him on even more; he was not usually cruel man but Giselle had got to him and he wanted to not just fuck her, but humiliate her. "You didn't say that two weeks ago when you shagged me in your car!" Gabby spat at him, hauling herself out of her chair and pulled a face at him before sauntering off. Usually he would have let her blow him in toilet or fuck her outside in his car if there was nothing better around but tonight he was saving himself for Giselle. Giselle had had a great time and around midnight decided she really should be going. She was still very excited about being out dressed for the first time but knew she should leave now and drive home. She said farewell to the little circle of transvestites she had met that night and headed out. "Come again luv," the doorman said to her and she took the compliment and tottered back to her car. Steve watched her leave and as soon as she got into her car he raced to his own vehicle and pulled out behind her following at a safe distance; he didn't want her to see him and become suspicious. He noticed she drove carefully; obviously not wanting to be pulled over whilst dressed in drag. Steve had rigged her car so that the engine should starve for fuel somewhere between five and ten miles down the road. It was not an exact science but sure enough about seven miles down the road he saw her slow down and pull into a deserted layby. His plan had worked perfectly. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Giselle pounded the steering wheel in frustration. The one contingency she hadn't thought of was a breakdown and now her car's engine had stalled and she'd just made it into the rest stop before it ran out of momentum. She tried the ignition a few times but the fucking thing wouldn't start. Giselle stopped trying to start the car afraid she would run down the battery. "Fuck it! I'll just have to call a cab," she said to herself in darkened vehicle. Then she saw a set of headlights in her rear vision and watched as another car pulled into the rest stop and parked behind her. She shielded her eyes as she carefully watched the car. The headlights dimmed and she saw the door open and a slim man dressed in dark clothing exit the car. Giselle was scared shitless. She decided in an instant that she would try to pass herself off as a damsel in distress. She looked very femme and the rest stop was so dark she thought she might just carry it off. The car that was parked behind hers headlights went off and when Giselle turned off her own headlights the rest stop was almost pitch black. The rest stop was briefly illuminated by the interior lights of car parked behind her when Steve opened the door and was then again pitch black when he exited the car and closed the door. Steve crunched across the cold gravel and opened the passenger door to Giselle's car and slid into the passenger seat beside her and closed the door. "Look love; I'm a mechanic. You are obviously in need of some help here; but so am I," he winked at her. "A little slap and tickle; nothing you don't feel comfortable with and I'll have you on the road in no time," he grinned. Giselle felt a shiver run through her but what could she do? Call the AA in the early hours whilst dressed in drag and use Gray's AA card? "So what have you got to show me love?" he smiled and reached up and turned on the dome light. He was looking down and staring brazenly at where her skirt had slightly ridden up her thighs. The thought of offering Steve any form of sexual favour had been the furthest thing from Giselle's mind but it was obvious what Steve was expecting. She couldn't show him her breasts because even in the dim light of interior car light it would be obvious they were fake so Giselle improvised. She flashed him her biggest smile. Stockings & Stalkings Pt. 01 "If you promise to behave and keep your hands to yourself I'll show you," she teased, unbuckling her seatbelt. Steve lifted his gaze from her legs to her face and smiled back. "I love girls who wear sheer stockings; women just don't seem to wear nylons anymore. Even in the fucking winter they only seem to wear those horrible ribbed tights," he said. It was now obvious to Giselle what the man sitting beside her in the car wanted to see. She slowly lifted the hem of her skirt a few centimetres and heard Steve gasp as more of her silken thighs were exposed. She was not the slightest bit sexually aroused but it was obvious she was having a very stimulating effect on this dark stranger. She felt somewhat flattered that she was attractive enough to excite a man; she had never really considered that she might be sexually attractive to men. She only dressed like this at home as means of fulfilling some unidentified need and it gave her sense of wellbeing and she was only outside in the world dressed this way on this one night when she had been to Sinsations. Giselle decided that she had better get rid of this pest as soon and with as little indignity as possible. She raised the hem of her skirt another few centimetres so that her skirt was hiked up to the top of her thighs; her hosiery shimmered in the gloom. "Oh, that's fucking lovely love," Steve cooed. "Show us yer knickers then!" he laughed. Giselle decided that Steve had seen enough; but she remained polite and smiled. "I think you've seen enough," she giggled back and began to pull at the hem of her skirt. "Why don't see if you can get my car started," she said. Steve reached out and gripped her hand and firmly pulled it away; he was not violent but he was insistent. He let go of her wrist and lifted her skirt further up her thighs until the red nylon V of her panties just peeked from below the hem of her skirt. He then let go of her skirt and smiled at Giselle. "I think I'll decide when I've seen enough. If you want me to behave and keep my hands to myself just leave your skirt where it is!" Giselle baulked at what Steve had just done to her. It was obvious that he was now in control of the situation. What she decided to do now was to let him take the lead but she must not let him discover that she was a transvestite. She exhaled and sat back in the seat leaving her skirt hiked up and her panties exposed. Steve smiled at her again. "Can I touch your legs; I promise I won't go any higher than your thighs," he pleaded. Giselle suddenly stiffened in her seat; scared now that any control of the situation that she may have had was running away from her. "Just my legs; and just for a couple of minutes, if you help me get my car started I can get home tonight," she said firmly. Steve slid a hand across the front seat and gently rested it on her knee. His fingers were still cold; they were calloused, a labourer's fingers. He slowly circled his fingers on her knee delighting in the feel of her slippery nylons. Giselle didn't find the man's touch particularly unpleasant but neither was it sexually arousing; it felt sort of comforting knowing that this man desired her. She allowed him so stroke her legs and she could hear his breathing quicken. Steve's hands had warmed up now and they were madly stroking and squeezing the top of her legs. In the silence of the vacant rest area she could hear the swish of his fingers across her nylons and Steve's breathing became harder and louder until he was almost panting. She sat still and let him paw at her legs hoping he wouldn't ladder her stockings; hoping he would finish soon and fix her car so that she could get back on the road. Then Steve removed one hand from her legs and put it around her shoulder, pulling her towards him. "What are you doing?" Giselle cried. "Just give us a kiss and cuddle love and then I'll fix your car and you can go," Steve begged. Giselle was revolted; the thought of kissing a man had never entered her mind. Did this man think she was a homosexual? Of course not, she realised, he thought she was a woman! She had a number of options open to her but none of them were ideal. She could let him kiss her and hope he went no further; she could tell him she was man and hope he didn't beat her up, she could try and fight him off, but she was hardly in a position to win the fight and it would likely turn out worse for her. She decided to negotiate further with Steve and hopefully bring the situation to an end. "You just keep wanting more and more from me; I tell you what; I'll kiss you for exactly five minutes and you can play with my legs but that's where it stops ok?" Giselle said sternly. "Ok love! You've got a deal. You'll be back on the road in five minutes; I promise," Steve replied and leaned into her and placed his lips on hers. Giselle could smell his aftershave and felt his stubble lightly graze her face as his lips crushed hers. It was a strange sensation being kissed by this man. It was like kissing a friend or relative, she felt no passion and her response was minimal. She allowed Steve to kiss her and fondle her legs as he huffed and puffed as he became even more aroused. When he pushed his tongue into her mouth her reflex action was to try to spit it out and break free of the kiss but he pushed her back into her seat and forced himself on her. Giselle struggled to get free of Steve but he had climbed completely out of his seat and straddled the centre console. He reached down with one hand and released the seat adjustment control and pushed the driver's seat back as far as it would go and then lowered the backrest. He quickly jumped off the console and straddled her, his thighs either side of hers, his weight pressing down on her, holding her in place as her hands beat against his back as she struggled to break free. Giselle could hardly breathe with the heavy man on top of her pushing her back into the seat as he slobbered at her mouth and pawed at her thighs. She tried to scream but his mouth covered hers and all she could produce was a muffled gargle. She was panicking now, beating Steve's back with her fists and drumming her heels on the floor of the car. Then her panic changed to terror as she felt him fumble at his flies. She wriggled and writhed but she couldn't get out from underneath him. Then she started to scream into Steve's mouth as she felt his penis flop from his open flies and press against her thigh; it felt hot and hard through the nylon of her stockings and she felt a dribble of pre-seminal fluid soak into her hose. Giselle tried to struggle harder but Steve followed her movements and kept his lips locked on hers and his tongue in her mouth to keep her quiet. His cock began to throb as it slithered along Giselle's nylon-encased thighs. He was extremely excited by the feel of this hot transvestite pressed against him, the smell of her perfume and the taste of her lipstick was tremendously arousing. The more she struggled; the more his penis pressed into the V of her soft warm nyloned thighs and slid and slithered against her sheer hose. Steve began to deliberately hump Giselle's thighs and the more she fought back the better it was for him. He could feel his orgasm approaching as he violently kissed the woman and humped at her silky-smooth thighs. Giselle was horrified at what was happening to her; she realised that she had allowed Steve to go too far and now the situation was totally out of control. She was terrified that he might put a hand under her skirt or inside her blouse and find out the truth; that she was a man. She decided to let Steve kiss her and take his pleasure against her legs rather than risk the situation getting any further out of hand or bring discovered. Giselle stopped struggling and relaxed and parted her lips to allow the man straddling her access to her mouth as he passionately French kissed her. She could feel his cock throbbing between her thighs and she clamped them shut around his penis so he could dry hump her stockinged legs. Steve sensed her compliance and fucked and humped at her legs; his penis locked in the diaphanous nylon tunnel created by her thighs clamped around his rigid member. He drove his tongue deep in her mouth and fluttered it as his orgasm exploded. Giselle was repulsed by the feel of hot sticky semen flooding between her thighs and soaking into her stocking tops. As Steve humped frantically at Giselle's legs the tip of his penis poked out from the tunnel created by her locked thighs and shot gobbets of hot white semen up into the air, they splattered down all over the top of Giselle's thighs and she felt the searing globs splatter over her legs and some it soaked into her panties. As Steve slowly came down from his orgasm his kisses and humping became less frantic. Giselle sat immobile like a rag doll as he emptied the last of his seed on her. When he had finished he lifted himself up off her and returned to the passenger seat, his erect penis bobbing around, sticking out of his flies. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his member clean and stuffed his slowly deflating penis inside his pants and zipped them up. Giselle just lay back in the seat totally bewildered by what had just happened to her; she was speechless and felt totally violated and disgusted. Steve leaned over and kissed her cheek and dropped the discarded handkerchief in her lap. Giselle looked down to see that she had a huge wet stain on the inside of thighs; Steve's ejaculate had saturated her stockings. Globs of lumpy white sperm on the tops of her thighs contrasted with her flesh toned nylons in the dim light cast by the overhead dome. A smaller wet patch darkened the front of her red satin panties. "Clean yourself up love," Steve pointed to his crumpled hanky in her lap. "You can keep it as a souvenir or throw it away for all I care. Now; lets see if I can get this piece of shit started," Steve laughed and opened the door and got out of Giselle's car. He crunched back across the gravel of the parking lot; his breath steaming in the cold and got some tools out of his car. He lifted the bonnet of her Cortina and fiddled for a minute or two. Steve smiled to himself as he quickly fixed the fuel lines on the Cortina. "I've only just started on this bitch," he whispered to himself. "No need to rush; I'll take my time enjoying her," he said. "Try it now love," Steve called from in front of the car. Giselle turned the key and after a few heart-stopping moments the engine caught and revved. Steve sauntered over to the window. "All fixed love. Thanks for the fun; I hope we meet again soon," and then he winked. Giselle forced a smile and tried to look grateful. "Thank you very much; I didn't get your name by the way?" she tried to be gracious. "It's Steve, and you are Giselle I believe?" he winked again and walked away, his boots crunching the gravel. "Fuck! How does he know me?" Giselle whimpered in the dark layby. She suddenly started to shake and sob; she had never been so humiliated in her life. The pig of a man had forced himself on her! After a while she settled down and pulled the car seat back into an upright position. She lit a cigarette and dabbed at her semen-spattered thighs with Steve's handkerchief being careful to keep the sticky mess away from her dress. She tossed the revolting semen filled handkerchief out of the window and flicked the cigarette out after it. After she regained her composure she took stock of the situation. She was still safe; Steve knew her name but so what? She had probably introduced herself to him at Sensations; but couldn't remember doing so. She was still in pretty good shape considering the events of the evening. She took off her heels, and keeping her skirt hiked up away from her semen stained thighs, she pulled down her panties and wiped the remaining semen off her come-stained stockings and tossed the panties after the handkerchief and slipped her feet back into her high heels. She straightened her skirt and lit another cigarette to calm her nerves. She finished it and started up the car, glad of the warmth of the heater, and drove out of the rest area. Giselle decided that going out in drag was fear too risky and she may have to consider whether or not she would do it again. She drove home carefully and when she went to bed she had a dream that Steve had done more to her to her than just hump her legs, she woke up with a raging hardon that she had to take care of before she could finally rest. Giselle did not notice that Steve had followed her home. When he saw her pull into the driveway he smiled to himself. "Gotcha!" Steve drove back to Sinsations and found Gabby drunk and morose and took her home and gave her a 'sympathy fuck', banging his cock in and out of her pale fat arse but dreaming it was Giselle's. "Soon enough," he whimpered. "What was that?" Gabby asked, pushing her plump behind back into his hard member. "Never mind," Steve said but as he thrust harder and harder he wondered how long it would be until he was thrusting into Giselle's virginal ass. To Be Continued. Stockings & Stalkings Pt. 02 Part II - An Unwelcome Visitor When Giselle got home she showered immediately, washing away her makeup and scrubbing at the tops of her thighs where Steve had deposited some of his seed. She had seen the whitish-silvery deposit dried on her legs above her stocking tops, which were also stained with semen. She had half a mind to throw them out as she had her panties but they were expensive and hard to find. She stuffed them into a lingerie-washing bag along with her bra and suspender belt and threw them in the washer. Her dress lay pooled around her high heels where she had hurriedly stripped and her brunette wig lay dishevelled and uncombed on the bed surrounded by her glittering jewellery. Giselle dried herself off and once again she was Gary, skinny, white, middle-aged executive; but in her mind she was still Giselle. She decided to transform again so she could feel comfortable and have her exterior persona match her psyche. It was hard to feel like a used woman when you saw a man in the mirror. She applied foundation, powder, eyeliner, eyeshadow and mascara. A little blush and some lipstick finished the job and she selected a black bob, which she brushed out before she placed carefully on her head and adjusted it. She was still wearing her nailpolish but she didn't bother with jewellery, breastforms or bra. She slid into a pair of silky sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose and smoothed the gossamer material around her buttocks and legs. Giselle always wore hosiery; even to bed. She slid full-cut nylon panties up her legs and adjusted them. She slid into a black nylon full-slip and scrunched her feet into the heels she had worn that evening. This was Giselle dressed for bed; full makeup and all! All she had to do was kick off her heels and slide under the sheets; she loved sleeping in lingerie, hose and makeup. She picked up the cocktail dress she had worn to the club and carefully inspected it for stains but found none so she hung it up. Next she put her jewellery back in the jewellery box and then she sat at the vanity table. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" She put her head in her hands. "What was I thinking?" she scolded herself. "I feel like such an idiot!" Giselle went over the incident in the dark layby over and over. Actually it could have been a lot worse. All that had happened was that an Admirer had become smitten with her and followed her. When her car broke down he had taken advantage of her but he hadn't done more than engage in heavy petting she tried to make the incident seem less stressful and dangerous than it was. "Just a little slap and tickle," she tried to justify to herself. "Fuck!" She got up and poured herself a glass of wine and walked to the study and went on line. She went into the chatrooms; it was 1am but trannies seemed to stay up late and post in forums and blogs and natter in chatrooms. She found Vanessa online in one of the chatrooms. Vanessa was one of the girls who had encouraged Giselle to come to Sinsations and she was the girl Giselle had spent most of the evening with chatting and dancing. Giselle invited Vanessa into private chat and summarised the events of the evening. They texted back and forth: Vanessa: 'Fucking Steve! He's so handsome and I have to admit I have met him a few times for sex and he is usually quite the gentleman but sometimes he can get a bit rough' Giselle: 'Rough! It was close to rape!' Vanessa: 'Oh fucking come on girl, he kissed you and dry-humped you. He could have done a lot more nasty things than he did given the situation' Giselle: 'I still feel a little violated ' Vanessa: 'But secretly enjoyed it lol ' Giselle: 'No I didn't' But Giselle thought back on the evenings events. She HAD stopped struggling and relaxed and parted her lips to allow Steve access to her mouth as he had passionately French kissed her. She had felt his cock throbbing between her thighs and she had clamped them shut around his penis so he could dry hump her stockinged legs. Had she been a little aroused herself? She had vague recollections of her penis becoming tumescent during the struggle but shrugged the thought away. Vanessa: 'So what are you going to do?' Giselle: 'I was thinking of purging; but I know that's a waste of time and money; I'll soon have replace everything when I get the urge to crossdress. I've purged a few times before.' Purging is when a transvestite or crossdresser throws out all their clothes, shoes, wigs, makeup etc and vows not to crossdress again. Most soon regret their actions and start crossdressing again, bearing the cost of having to replace everything. Vanessa: 'Don't do it girl!' Giselle: 'So you think he's really not such a bad guy then?' Vanessa: 'I have had lots of fun with him but like I said he does get a little rough sometimes. He came back to Sinsations after you left and picked up Gabby. She's a bit of a slut, but even she wouldn't go with him if he was a proper noncer.' Giselle: 'I'll think about it and chat to you later, bye hon.' Giselle logged out of the chat room and half an hour later was fast asleep. She had weird dreams. She seldom had sex dreams that involved her having sex while she was crossdressed but tonight she did. She dreamt she was back at Sinsations amid a full-blown orgy. The trannies she had met there were having sex with each other and with Admirers. Some were engaged in fellatio and some were engaged in sodomy; she dreamt that Steve was brutalising her anus whilst another man forced his engorged penis into her mouth and she hungrily sucked on it. She drifted in and out of sleep but the dream became repetitious. She woke late in the morning to find that she had had a nocturnal emission; her panties and the gusset of her pantyhose were flooded with semen and it had soaked into her slip. "My, my! You naughty girl!" she admonished herself as she walked over to the shower. Today was Sunday and she shaved, showered and dressed; full makeup and heels of course. She had a leisurely breakfast and snatched the paper off the porch, first checking there was no one around to see Gary dressed as Giselle. In the early afternoon she went back online but could not find Vanessa. In the brightness of day, the events of the previous evening did not seem so bad. She had some guy kiss her; feel her up and dry hump her – was that such a big deal? Steve entered the chatroom and immediately he pinged her and asked for private chat. Giselle declined and was about to log off when she thought to herself 'Why the fuck should I? I didn't do anything wrong!' Giselle stayed in the chatroom, chatting with other TVs and CDs, fending off Admirers who wanted one-on-one chat (most likely asking her to cam so they could wank off) and she enjoyed herself. Finally after a dozen or so requests Giselle accepted Steve's invitation for private chat. She went into the room full of resolve; determined to give him a piece of her mind. Steve: 'Hi gorgeous.' Giselle: 'Don't gorgeous me you pig! What you did last night was way out of line." Steve: 'Bollocks! Bet you loved it ' Giselle: 'Like I would enjoy some ruffian climbing on me, forcing me to kiss him, and then shooting his load in my lap!' Steve: 'Stop it, you're getting me horny again lol' Giselle: 'Pig' Steve: 'So what time are we meeting today?' Giselle: 'Not today and not ever!' Steve: 'I'll be there around 7pm; make yourself pretty!' Giselle: 'Idiot!' Steve: 'Gary Arnott, 39, executive at Cheatem and Howe Financial Services. Lives alone at 14 Endicot St, Chisholm; divorced with no current girlfriend' 'Part-time sexy transvestite' 'Ring any bells?' Giselle was stunned! How the fuck did he know all these details about her? Steve: 'Once I followed you home and got your address and your car's licence number the rest was easy ' Giselle paled. She was tempted to shut down her computer, race into her spare bedroom and purge! Steve: 'I have most of the pics you have posted online and if you look really hard you can see the resemblance between Giselle and Gary. You look like brother and sister.' Steve: 'And I have been to Cheatem and Howe Financial Services webpage and have the email addressees of all of the partners and executives.' It took Giselle all of thirty seconds to realise that Steve had every bit of information he needed to blackmail her. There was nothing she could do now. She made sure that her computer was backing up the conversation to file on her hard drive in case she needed it later. In case she ever got the gumption to report this sleazebag to the police. But for now all she could think of damage minimisation. She surrendered. Giselle: 'How much do you want?' She sat in the darkened study staring at the screen; her heart racing. Steve: 'Like I said; I'll be there around 7pm, we can discuss the matter then.' Steve: 'And one more thing! If Gary opens the door instead of the gorgeous Giselle, I'll hit send on the 12 emails I have drafted on my phone. The story in those emails is almost unbelievable but when the recipients open the attached picture files they will know it's true' Giselle was about to type some caustic response but Steve had left the chatrooms. The curser just blinked on her empty screen. "Fuck!" she sobbed like a teenage girl. Giselle alternatively sobbed and sulked for an hour or so, drinking more wine and getting even more morose. She eventually shook off her despair and thought about the situation rationally. Steve had her right where he wanted her, at the moment there was nothing she could do that would extract her from her precarious situation. Even if she reported the blackmail there was nothing to stop Steve sending the scalding information he had to her employer and all her colleagues at work. "Fuck it!" she sighed. "I'll just have to capitulate and see if I can get anything on him I can use to blackmail him back!" Giselle showered and went through her usual ritual of makeup and preening. She took extra care with her makeup and selecting her lingerie, wig, clothes and heels. She convinced herself that she was taking such care with her appearance because she knew Steve would be angry if she didn't. She didn't want him becoming aggressive but deep she down she had to admit to being a little excited that someone was so taken with her that he gone to all this trouble. She pushed the thought away. "He's just a pig but if I don't do what he wants the consequences are unthinkable," she said to herself as she sat in front of the vanity brushing out her wig. She stood in front of the full-length mirror and admired her efforts. She looked stunning! Her heavily madeup face featured smoky eyes with lashings of eyeliner and mascara, her cheeks were defined with rouge and her lipstick was ruby-red and glossy. A jet-black bob with a straight fringe level with her brows framed her face. Her slim figure was accentuated by the tight black cocktail dress with shimmering highlights; the hem rested mid-thigh, accentuating her magnificent legs encased in sheer flesh-toned fully-fashioned stockings with black back-seams, toes, heels and welts. They were her most expensive stockings. Beneath the dress she was wearing a black satin bra and matching suspender belt but she had shamelessly donned a pair red satin panties for contrast. She knew that when she sat if she was not careful she would expose a bright-red 'panty-peek' that would get any man excited. Her high heels where black patent leather peep-toes with four-inch heels. Her painted toenails could just be discerned through the gauzy reinforced toe of her stockings. She accessorised with silver jewellery and sprayed herself with liberal amounts of 'Poison', her favourite perfume. Giselle's plan was to try and take control of the situation, get Steve as horny as possible, and hopefully get him off with some extended foreplay as had happened in the car last night. If she could get him off quick, ply him with alcohol and get him talking she might get some information she could use to plot her revenge and still maintain a modicum of celibacy. Giselle opened a fresh bottle of Shiraz, poured herself a glass, and bought the wine into the lounge room where she had turned off the lights except for the floor lamps. She placed the bottle and a glass for Steve on a silver tray as she sipped her own wine. She put a crystal ashtray on the table (she knew Steve smoked) and checked the place one more time. All other lighting was off except for the porch light. She took her wine out onto the back patio and smoked a menthol cigarette, carefully keeping the ash away from her clothes and sipped her wine. She had done the best she could given the situation. Her plan was to seduce Steve, as much as that repulsed her, she could handle more kissing and foreplay and hopefully satisfy his carnal desires whilst not having to perform much more than a little masturbation. The bell rang at front door and Giselle froze. "Well baby, this is!" Giselle steeled herself. She filled her glass on the way to the door and sprayed herself liberally with perfume and went to the front door. She looked through the peephole and there was Steve dressed head to toe in black. Michele had drunk a considerable amount of wine by now and was feeling quite confident and brazen. She opened the door. "Hello cunt!" she sneered at Steve. Steve just leered and pushed the door wide open and grabbed Giselle and pulled her into his arms and kicked the door closed behind him. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way," he said, tracing a finger slowly down her body, starting at her painted red lips and stopping at the hem of her dress. Steve kissed her roughly and Giselle struggled in his grasp but eventually surrendered and reciprocated, allowing his tongue to explore her mouth. It actually wasn't as repugnant as she thought it would be. He smelled of aftershave and cigarette smoke and she could feel that his body was lean through his clothing. Giselle rubbed against him and felt his tumescent penis press against her. Her plan appeared to working; get him excited; get him off; and get him out! Steve released her and sauntered over the lounge where he sat and helped himself to a glass of wine. "You're going to take good care of me or I'm going to send the email to the group address I have set up." Steve looked up at her. "Ok," she whispered. "Now come over here and sit next to me," Steve commanded and patted the lounge. Giselle sat down but feelings of dread returned. She wasn't sure she could control the situation now that Steve was sitting in her lounge room directing her. Giselle felt trepidation as she was pulled into Steve's arms and he kissed her full on the lips, sliding his tongue into her mouth, encircling her in his arms. Giselle forced herself to relax as he sucked on her tongue, pulling her body hard against his but she was filled with dread as she felt his cock begin to swell against her body. Steve took Giselle's hand in his and moved it between their bodies down into his crotch and grunted into her mouth. "Touch it honey; you know you want to." Giselle reached out and tentatively stroked Steve's tumescent member through his pants. It felt big and hard and although she was sure it was her imagination, it appeared to radiate heat through the thin material of his trousers. Steve's cock tented the front of his pants and he gave out a little moan as Giselle cautiously fondled him, her ruby-red fingernails scratched at the thin trouser material as she slowly and excruciatingly traced the outline of his cock. She was still hoping that just like in the car last night car, he would get excited and spend his seed rubbing up against her. "Take it out Giselle," Steve panted into her mouth and then crushed her lips with his. He was pushing his groin against Giselle's body, trapping her hand between them, as she stroked the bulge in his pants. His tongue wriggled in her mouth; the taste of her lipstick and scent of her perfume further aroused him. He pulled his groin back from Giselle's body and took her hand off his tented trousers and guided her fingers to his zipper. Giselle gulped and swallowed saliva; gasping around the tongue invading her mouth; she resolved herself. Steve impatiently tugged at her hand until she capitulated and slowly started to unzip his fly. The chafing sound of Steve's zipper opening sounded ominous. "That's nice honey, you know what to do," Steve whispered as he nuzzled her neck. Giselle's fingers hesitantly explored the opening in Steve's flies and soon found sleek, hard flesh. She controlled her revulsion and wrapped her fingers around Steve's long thick cock and felt him shudder against her. She began to stroke him inside his pants, in the futile hope that he would climax before he made her do anything more degrading. Steve broke their kiss and took Giselle by the shoulders and eased her body away from his a little. He stood and lifted her to her feet so they were facing each other. "Take it out; I want to see you take it out," he whimpered, his lust evident. Giselle's painted fingernails plucked at Steve's belt and a single, mascara-stained, tear ran down her cheek. "Please don't make me do this," she begged. "Take it out darling! You know what I want you to do!" Steve sneered. Giselle opened the waistband of Steve's trousers and his pants fell down around his ankles. His cock sprang upright between them; the tip of his purple glans glistening with silvery pre-seminal fluid. Steve's cock was long and sleek, she hadn't seen it in the car last night. It was long, hard and veiny and his foreskin stretched around the bulbous glans. Giselle gasped but Steve took Giselle's hand placed it on his manhood and watched as Giselle gently wrapped her fingers around it; her ruby-red fingernails contrasting with ivory skin of his shaft. She slowly eased her fingers down the shaft, pulling back the foreskin, and exposed Steve's glossy purple glans. The musky aroma intensified. Steve pulled Giselle back against him and smothered her sobs with a passionate kiss. She resignedly stroked Steve's phallus, it stuck out from his groin between their bodies, throbbing in her fingers. Steve enjoyed the fact that Giselle was reluctant to masturbate him, the feathery feel of her fingers loosely caressing his turgid member was about all he could stand without coming. Steve pulled Giselle's body hard against him, enjoying the feel of his cock against material of her dress. He held her body against his with one hand and his other hand slid down her body and rested on her buttocks. Giselle's sobs were muffled by Steve's savage kisses, his lips grinding against hers and his tongue invading her mouth. Steve roughly fondled Giselle's buttocks and the material of her dress slid effortlessly across her ample rear slithering against her satin panties. The sounds of rustling of nylon and satin, and the smacking of lips and slurping tongues and the smells of perfume and the musky smell of sexual arousal filled the darkened room. "Please stop," she pleaded. But Giselle knew that Steve was going to take his pleasure. Her only hope was to get him to climax as soon as possible without being further degraded. Sensing Giselle's acceptance, Steve pulled her body back against his and began to kiss her again, this time he noticed there was no resistance and that she was reluctantly returning his kisses, her tongue flicking against his. Steve's erection returned to full tumescence as he humped up against the front of Giselle's dress and scrunched her buttocks through the layers of nylon and satin. He reached down the rear of her dress and slowly started to lift it dress up. Giselle tensed but forced herself not to resist. When Steve had the rear of Giselle's dress hiked up he reached between their bodies and grasped the front of her dress and hiked it up so that her dress was rucked up around her waist. Stockings & Stalkings Pt. 02 Giselle stood on her tiptoes, raised up on her high-heels, leaning slightly forward her arms around him. She hesitantly returned his kisses, her dress rucked up around her waist, as Steve rubbed the delicate material of her dress against his body; caressing her tight pantied buttocks. Steve's cock was now rubbing against the front of Giselle's panties; sending waves of pleasure through his body. Steve guided his cock inside Giselle's panties so it nestled in the soft satin material. He guided her hand to his member encased in her panties. She understood what he wanted and took the satin sheathed cock in her hand and softly squeezed it until she felt Steve buck against her; she ever so slowly began to masturbate him. She was surprised by the girth of his member and the by heat radiating from it as it pulsed in her hand. She masturbated him with long slow strokes, establishing a steady rhythm. Steve moved his groin back and forth in time with her strokes, fucking her hand. After a few minutes of intense stimulation Steve slowly started to walk Giselle backwards until she felt the edge of the lounge against the back of her legs. He pushed her down so that she sat on the edge of the lounge her hand still stroking his enormous member. Steve removed Giselle's fingers from around his cock and it stood out from his body, proudly erect, quivering inches from her eyes. Pulsing veins encircled the meaty shaft and a silvery thread of pre-cum oozed from the eye of his glossy purple knob down to her lap. Giselle dreaded what was coming next but knew it was inevitable. Steve put out a hand and pulled Giselle's face towards his erection and thrust his hips forward until his glans touched her lipstick smeared lips. Giselle tentatively flicked out the tip of her tongue, breaking the string of pre-seminal fluid that hung from Steve's cock. Giselle was repulsed but also inquisitive; what would it be like to put a penis in her mouth and suckle it? She had seen slutty TVs doing this activity online and she had always found it abhorrent; but was there something exciting and pleasurable about it? The girls in the videos she had seen seemed to like it. Giselle resigned herself to the task at hand. Steve gasped as Giselle began to slowly lick his cock. She worked her tongue around the bulbous head until it glistened with her saliva and then she ran her tongue up and down the shaft concentrating on the delicate frenulum where the glans joined the shaft of his penis. Steve watched the attractive mature transvestite; her face somehow sexier with her smeared makeup, attend to his phallus with her tongue. He stood this for a minute or two but then became impatient and pushed his cock against her lips signalling his need. Giselle understood and resignedly took a deep breath and opened her mouth as far as she could, and allowed Steve's hard penis to push over her lips and inside her warm moist mouth. She concentrated on her breathing as about six inches of the purple headed invader slid into her mouth and then she began to gag. Steve eased himself out of her mouth a little until she had her gag reflex under control and then he began to leisurely fuck her face. Giselle submitted and stretched her lips around his shaft and slavered at his glands with her tongue; her aim now was to induce Steve's orgasm as soon as possible and get the ordeal over with. Now that she had overcome her gag reflex it wasn't that difficult fellating Steve and deep inside herself she felt a little conceited that she was able to make this man so excited by her ministrations. She felt her own penis begin to stir in her panties. 'I'm not enjoying this!' she admonished herself. Steve was close to coming but he didn't want to come just yet. Steve pulled his cock from Giselle's mouth with audible plop and it wobbled menacingly in front of her eyes. Steve moved onto the lounge behind Giselle and pulled her onto the lounge lengthwise, her dress still rucked up around her waist, and he admired the view: Giselle's buxom arse clad in the red satin, her legs encased in diaphanous fully-fashioned stockings and feet shod in the sexy black pumps. He stroked her buttocks through her panties. Steve eased himself further up the lounge, pushing Giselle's knees apart so that he could position himself between her legs with his large cock resting on her panty-clad buttocks. He lifted the panty material away from her crotch and slid his cock inside so that it rested in the crease of her buttocks; the top of his penis covered by her satin panties. He slowly rocked back and forth, dry-humping her. Giselle felt Steve's huge penis rubbing against her rear and realised that soon Steve would no longer be happy to dry-hump her and would try to penetrate her. The thought of that monstrous cock invading her virgin rear passage was horrifying and she made one last attempt to induce his orgasm. She pushed her backside out and began to pump back and forth in time with Steve's thrusts. Giselle allowed her upper body to be forced down on the lounge so that she was kneeling on her hands and knees with Steve behind her dry-fucking her panty-clad derriere. Giselle's movements were contributing to Steve's pleasure as he enjoyed the feel of her soft satin-encased buttocks pushing back and forth along the underside of his member but knew that he couldn't keep this up for much longer. He guessed correctly that Giselle was trying to get him to come before he could fuck her but he had other plans. He quickly pulled his cock out from between her buttocks and spat into his hand and lubricated his phallus and then tore out the gusset of Giselle's panties and pulled the shredded satin away from her pale globes. He positioned the head of his penis against her puckering anal bud and pushed hard. His cock pushed at her puckered sphincter until his cock penetrated the tight fleshy ring and slid unencumbered deep inside her anal passage. Despite the lubrication Giselle screamed as at first her sphincter and then the walls of her anus stretched to accommodate the pulsing phallus invading her back passage. When Steve had his cock buried inside Giselle he stopped pushing and rested, his hands gripping her wriggling hips as she tried to expel his invading member. "Keep still honey; relax!" he ordered and slapped Giselle on the buttocks. Through the searing pain Giselle knew Steve was right. The only way that she would be able to accommodate his member inside her without excruciating pain would be to force herself to relax her rectal muscles. She concentrated on doing just that. Steve felt the vice like-grip of Giselle's sphincter slowly relax. He pulled his cock out of her passage until just his glans remained inside her and spit into his hand again and rubbed his saliva over his shaft and then slowly began to fuck her. Giselle felt Steve withdraw and then slowly fill her again; this time the passage of his member eased by the lubrication provided by the saliva. Her back passage still burned and ached as Steve's cock invaded her but at least the pain was now tolerable. Steve grasped the garter straps of her suspender belt and began to ride her like a rodeo rider, his cock slamming in and out of her tight anus. Steve got into a steady rhythm pounding in and out of Giselle's back passage as she progressed through feelings of intense pain and numbness; until miraculously; she experienced a feeling of fullness that was not unpleasant, combined with small waves of pleasure emitting from a source just inside her anus. Giselle had read enough about anal sex online to understand what was happening; Steve's penis was stimulating her prostrate gland, his shaft was also stimulating the sensitive nerves of her sphincter. She never dreamed that such feelings of pleasure could come from her back passage. She felt her own cock thicken in her satin panties. Steve rode her, thrusting back and forth against her, enjoying himself and unaware that he was also unintentionally stimulating her. Her panty crotch rubbed back and forth across her penis and Giselle let out an animal groan from deep within her throat. Steve slid his cock in and out of Giselle's soft sexy buttocks and Giselle rocked on her hands and knees in time with his thrusts. She couldn't believe this was happening. She was enjoying it; and her own cock pulsed inside her panties as rings of pleasure travelled out from her anus. Giselle felt her panties tear apart as Steve pulled her buttocks back hard against his groin; he pushed forward with all his might forcing every last inch of cock deep inside her. Giselle pushed back against him as she felt stream after stream of hot semen fill her rectum. Giselle's own orgasm rocked her and she ejaculated; flooding her panties with hot semen. Giselle and Steve gasped and groaned in unison as he emptied himself inside the sexy transvestite he had impaled on his pulsing cock. Steve could feel Giselle's anal muscles spasm and her sphincter contract, milking him of his seed. Eventually both of them began to descend from the pinnacle of their orgasms. Steve pulled his cock from Giselle's anus with an audible plop. Semen ran in a rivulet from Giselle's anus down her thigh and soaked into her stocking tops. Steve wiped his cock on the remains of her ripped panties and then pushed Giselle facedown on the lounge as he dismounted. Giselle felt depraved, face down on her own lounge, her derriere high in the air, semen leaking from her anal bud, running down her thigh and soaking into her stocking top; her tattered and semen-soaked panties bunched around her thighs. But she also felt sated. Giselle had not had any form of sex other than masturbation for a very long time and she was quite in awe of the gratification she had just experienced this despite the fact that she had been forced. Steve reached down and pulled Giselle to her feet; she tottered on her heels, her dress still rucked up around her waist. Steve kissed her, gently this time, and pulled down and smoothed her dress. "That was wonderful Giselle," he sighed, stroking her hair. He kissed her again and then eased her away as he pulled up his underwear and buckled his trousers. He sat down and patted the space beside him and Giselle obediently sat. Steve kissed her again and then moved his fingers to her face gently wiping away her mascara-infused dried tears. He handed her a glass of wine and lit two cigarettes and offered one to her. When she took it he kissed her cheek. "You are beautiful you know," he whispered. "You are a pig you know," she whispered back, but Steve could see the twinkle in her eyes. "You loved it," he grinned. Giselle put her cigarette in the ashtray and suddenly slapped Steve across the cheek. "That's for blackmailing me and forcing me to into depravity!" she snarled. Steve looked positively shocked, his face stinging. Giselle leaned into him and kissed him passionately; gently squeezing his deflating member through his pants. "And that's for blackmailing me and forcing me to into depravity!" she giggled into his mouth. Steve was even more stunned. Giselle pushed him away, puffed her cigarette and stubbed it out. She drained her glass and stood. "I'm going to get myself cleaned up, redo my makeup and change my outfit," she announced. "Okay," Steve replied, still stunned at this turn of events. "Then you are taking me to Sinsations for some dancing and drinks," Michele announced. "If you are lucky I might follow you into the rest room sometime during the night to take care of the throbbing erection I will undoubtedly evoke when I rub against you while we dance," she smiled. "And if you are really lucky at the end of the night I might let you come back here and shag my brains out!" Giselle beamed and spun oh her heels. Steve reached out and slapped her buttocks as she sauntered off. "Well I'll be fucked?" Steve articulated his amazement at the turn of events. "Later! If you're lucky!" Giselle called as she closed the bedroom door behind her. The End