SOMETHING IN BETWEEN

"Another drink, Holly?" the bartender asked.

I shook my head and smiled. "Not for me, Bob. It's almost ten-thirty. I reckon it's time I went home." I felt rather tired and gave a big yawn. Then I stretched my arms above my head, straightening my spine as I perched on the bar-stool. The stool felt hard and uncomfortable, so I shifted my position slightly, taking care to straighten the hem of my short white skirt.

"You look amazing tonight," said Bob. "Like a real sexy lady. The hottest babe in town!"

I smiled again, before puckering my lips in a sensual pout. "But I am a real lady, Bob," I purred softly. "Tomorrow morning, at around eight-thirty, I'll arrive at the office as James Hollis, a boring guy who works in advertising. But tonight I'm Holly James, a girl who wants to have fun." Another huge yawn stretched the sinews of my jawbone. "But I guess the fun's over already, at least for tonight. I feel so goddam tired!"

Bob's chubby face creased in a cheeky grin. "Those two guys won't be happy, if you leave so early. They've been staring at you for the past couple of hours."

"What guys?" I inquired, frowning as I glanced over my shoulder. My eyes immediately met the gaze of two incredibly handsome men, who were sitting together in a corner of the bar.

"Yeah, those two good-looking dudes," Bob replied. "They're in town for a convention. They told me they're staying in a hotel suite for a few days. I think they brought their wives along too, for a kind of vacation."

I glanced again at the two men, both of whom smiled at me. With my cheeks blushing, I turned quickly away and pretended not to notice. Bob chuckled at my shyness and whispered in my ear: "I guess they don't know you're a man, Holly. To them, you're a gorgeous redhead babe in a tight little skirt."

"Good," I replied softly, as I tossed my long hair behind my shoulders. Beneath the flame-colored wig my head was totally shaved, as Bob knew well enough. He sometimes sees me when I'm not dressed as a woman, though he always calls me Holly even if I'm wearing male clothes, like a suit and tie. I'm sure people often think That's a strange name for a short, skinny, bald guy.

"You look stunning tonight," he added. "Drop-dead gorgeous."

I thanked him for the compliment and accepted another drink. My face was still blushing, so I decided to avoid the eyes of the two men in the corner. But I decided to stay a while longer, just to see what happened. Sure enough, they got up and came over. They stood on either side of my bar stool and smiled. Both of them were six feet tall and blue-eyed, with tanned skin and short hairstyles. One was blond, the other had raven-black hair. They seemed to be around thirty years of age. Both were dressed in casual shirts with blue jeans, but their watches and neck-chains were of the finest quality and looked very expensive. They towered over me like a pair of giants.

"Hi, babe," said the dark-haired one. "I'm Steve, and this is my buddy Vincent."

"I'm Holly," I replied, feeling my cheeks turning bright crimson. I felt so shy, like a nervous schoolgirl on her first date. My voice is usually light and effeminate, like a female voice, but shyness and nervousness make it sound deeper and huskier. Even as I spoke my name I knew my voice sounded masculine.

"You're so cute, Holly," said Steve. "So slim and sexy. At first, we thought you might be a hooker, because your skirt is so short, but then we figured it out."

"Figured what out?" I queried, trying to sound cool and nonchalant, like a girl who was genuinely disinterested.

Vincent, the blond one, leaned over my shoulder and whispered: "We know you're a guy."

Steve bent his head, bringing his face down on a level with mine. I could feel his hot breath on my cheek. "Yeah, we know you're a man," he said. "But you're small and slender, just like a girl, and your face is really pretty."

"You're adorable!" said Vincent.

Again I blushed, but now I just wanted to run away and hide. Both guys saw my discomfort and smiled, though without any hint of mockery in their eyes. Steve reached out and took my hand, squeezing it gently and stroking my fingers.

"It's okay, Holly," he said. "Vincent and I are totally okay with the whole cross-dressing thing. We don't care if you're male or female or something in between. All we want is some nice company tonight."

"Oh yeah?" I quipped, frowning at Steve as he touched my long red hair. "What about your wives? I guess they might not be too happy if they find their husbands with a transvestite."

"Wow!" Steve exclaimed, ignoring my question. "It feels just like real hair. Your wig, I mean."

"Well?" I asked sharply. My voice sounded angry because I began to wonder if these two men were merely teasing me.

"Forget about our wives," Vincent answered. "They're out of town for a couple of days. They got bored with hanging around at the convention, so they drove off on a trip of their own."

This seemed to reassure me a little, and I began to relax. An hour later I was still chatting to Steve and Vincent, but by then we were all laughing and joking. We had a few more drinks, until Steve phoned for a taxi at around midnight. When he asked me to come back to their hotel I said Yes without any hesitation. The three of us sat in the back seat of the cab, with me nestling in the middle. In my white mini-skirt, white stilettos and skinny white top I felt like a virgin bride on her way to some kind of deflowering ceremony. When my two firm-bodied companions pressing against me, I imagined myself as a fragile dove cowering between a pair of hungry eagles. The feeling of vulnerability turned me on.

Both men showered me with affection as we drove across town. They took turns to kiss me, all over my face and neck. Their tongues darted feverishly inside my mouth. It felt so good! Their hands roamed under my skinny top to stroke my bare back. I wasn't wearing a bra - I simply can't see the point of padding the cups and pretending I've got real boobs. In winter I sometimes wear a thick sweater which conceals my lack of a bust, but most of the time I wear a tight-fitting top and everyone assumes I'm just a flat-chested girl. Steve and Vincent didn't seem bothered about not having a nice pair of breasts to fondle. They seemed more interested in my smooth, slender legs which they caressed all the way up to my thighs. Steve grabbed my hand and shoved it onto the crotch of his jeans, telling me to squeeze his erection through the blue denim. His cock felt so huge that my butt-hole tingled in fear at the prospect of being stretched by it.

We arrived at the hotel and found the elevator being repaired, so we had to ascend via the stairs. I went in front while Steve and Vincent followed. They were three or four steps behind me, which meant they could see under my skirt as I climbed the stairs. I heard them whispering and sniggering, like a couple of mischievous schoolboys. They complimented me on my legs and on the sensual swaying of my shapely ass. They told me they could see my white cotton panties, which fitted very tightly on my butt-cheeks. Knowing these handsome men were staring at my panty-clad rear made me feel like a real woman, and I was glad my skirt was too short to conceal my underwear. Their lewd comments turned me on like crazy.

The guys had a luxury suite on the third floor, with a large double bed in one room and two single beds in another. They ushered me towards the larger bed and sat down on it, telling me to stand in front of them so that they could inspect me. With my face blushing, I slowly turned in a circle, giving them an all-around view of my body. They told me to toss my head and shake my long hair, so that my flame-red tresses tumbled all the way down my back. Steve beckoned me to step closer. Like an innocent teenage girl I obeyed, until I stood before him while he gazed up into my eyes. He watched my expression as his hand reached around to slide upward along the back of my left thigh. His fingers crawled slowly beneath the hem of my skirt to touch my ass, which he began to stroke delicately. I gasped when his fingertips followed the edge of my underwear over the pert curve of my left buttock, tracing the shape of the panties. He started from the hip and moved down over my supple rear cheek. When his fingers touched the place where my thighs met my bottom, where the narrow gusset of my panties disappeared from view, I gave a small moan of pleasure. Steve grinned, before pushing his thumb firmly into the cleft of my ass, pressing the white cotton deeper and deeper until he was rubbing my anus throughed the material. My rosebud is very sensitive, so I whimpered a little when the rubbing started to hurt.

"Your sweet little butt-hole feels nice and tight, Holly," he said. "Do you like having it touched by a man?"

I nodded, closing my eyes while Steve continued to press my panties against my anus. At the same time, Vincent hauled my skirt up to my waist to fully expose my underwear. His eyes widened in awe as he admired my slim hips and my smooth, hairless skin. I shave and wax my whole body, and massage it with oils every night, so my skin always feels like silk. With one hand Vincent held the white skirt up around my waist, while with the other he explored the front of my panties. His hand gently squeezed my crotch through the tight white fabric, making me purr like an excited kitten.

"Your cock is already hard," he said, as he caressed the stiffening bulge. "It's only small, but it feels nice when I touch it through your panties."

I'm not a well-endowed guy, so my manhood doesn't pop out unexpectedly, not even when I'm wearing skimpy female underwear. My erection never gets past five inches, even when I'm fully aroused. It shows as a bulge in tight-fitting panties, like a cone-shaped tent, but its small size means it doesn't spill out until I want it to, or until a horny guy pulls my panties down.

Steve gave a heavy sigh and withdrew his hand from my ass, pulling my skirt back down into position and straightening the hemline. Then, turning to his buddy, he said: "Holly sure is one glamorous babe."

Vincent nodded, while sniffing his fingers - the ones that had just been touching my panty-crotch. "Yeah, she's really beautiful," he said, speaking about me like I wasn't there. I began to feel slightly humiliated, like a sex-object, an inanimate doll rather than a living, breathing human being with a personality.

"I love her tight white panties," said Steve. "The way they cling to her ass is awesome! And it's so sexy to see the outline of her cute little penis. But I wish we could see how she looks in different styles and colors of panties. It would be fun to see a transvestite do the underwear model thing."

"Yeah," Vincent replied, winking at his buddy. "That would be a great show. We could make Holly wear our wives' panties!"

"Unfortunately not," said Steve, shaking his head. "The ladies took all their clothes on their private trip. Panties too, I reckon."

"They didn't take everything," said Vincent. "They left a few pairs in the laundry basket, the ones they wore a few days ago." He paused to grin in a mischievous, sniggering way, like a naughty schoolkid. "Sweaty, smelly panties," he chuckled. "Nice and ripe!"

Steve's eyes gleamed with excitement as he stared up at me. "How about it, Holly?" he asked, licking his lips in anticipation. "Will you put on a sexy show for us? Will you wear the dirty underwear our wives left behind?"

"Look, guys," I said, feeling fairly uncertain about the whole thing. I didn't want to be a mannequin for dirty female underwear. What I wanted was tenderness and affection. "I'm not sure if...."

"Hey, you cheeky little bitch!" Steve hissed menacingly. He stood up to lift my chin with his finger. He was taller than me by six inches. The angry glint in his eyes made me feel nervous and threatened. "I reckon you need to say Yes Master whenever I ask you to do something. Now, be a good ladyboy and go into the bathroom. The laundry basket is in the far corner."

I turned around to walk off, feeling a stinging pain when Vincent lifted my skirt at the back to slap my panty-covered ass. Both men chuckled, calling me a cock-teasing redhead slut. I felt scared and alone, and my knees were trembling. One of my white stillettos caught in the carpet and I nearly stumbled over, much to the amusement of my companions.

"Jeezus, Holly!" Vincent mocked. "You're such a clumsy dude. You need to learn to walk like a girl!"

"Hurry up, bitch!" Steve called out. "Move that little round butt!"

In the bathroom I found the laundry basket and rummaged inside it, searching for female underwear. I found several pairs of panties, all in fairly small sizes. It was obvious that both wives were slim, petite women whose lingerie was going to fit me very snugly. With considerable embarrassment I took off my white cotton panties and pulled on a skimpy pair of black lace ones. Before putting my skirt back into place I checked the fit of the underwear and saw my penis forming a prominent bulge in the crotch. In spite of my nervousness I was still sexually aroused. My manhood was fully erect. Reaching behind I ran my hands over my bottom and realized that the panties were too small to preserve my modesty at the rear. The black lace fitted so tightly that it went deep inside my cleft to expose most of the bare flesh of my buttocks. If I hadn't been wearing a skirt I would have felt almost naked at the back.

"Hey, Holly!" a voice yelled from the bedroom. "Come out here, right now. We want to see what you've put on."

Feeling anxious and vulnerable but extremely turned-on, I emerged from the bathroom to walk slowly towards the bed. The two men were still sitting there, but both had now unzipped their jeans. For a few moments I stood before them, with my head bowed subserviently. My long red hair tumbled around my shoulders and dangled over my chest. Through the thin white material of my white top my nipples showed clearly, and Vincent reached up to caress the miniature buds. My lack of a bosom seemed to amuse him.

"Miss Tiny Tits!" he joked, tugging my nipples through the white fabric. "My wife is nearly as flat-chested as you. But you've got a much nicer ass."

"Turn around, baby," Steve commanded. Then, after I did as he asked, he added: "Now, bend over and touch your toes."

Whistles from both men showed that they liked what they saw. As soon as I bent over, my white mini-skirt rode up at the back, completely exposing my bottom to their lust-filled eyes. I could feel their burning gaze on my panty-covered ass and knew that the sight was turning them on like crazy.

"Shuffle a bit closer," said Steve.

I obeyed, staying in a bent-over position and touching my toes while moving backward until my ass was barely an inch from Steve's face. At once, his hands were all over my buttocks, squeezing and groping my flesh through the black lace panties. I gasped when his nose burrowed into my rear cleft, and I gasped again when he nuzzled his whole face into the crack. The tip of his nose pushed the lace against my anal rosebud.

"Awesome!" he said excitedly, turning to Vincent. "I can smell my wife's sweaty butt-crack on these panties. And Holly's special odor, too."

Vincent took Steve's place, shoving his face into my butt and sniffing deeply through the panties. "Oh Jeez!" he said. "I never thought I'd get so close to another man's ass, but the scent of this transvestite bitch is making my dick so hard!"

"Can you smell my wife?" asked Steve.

"Yeah," Vincent replied. "She stinks real good!"

Steve laughed, before telling me to stand upright. He pulled my skirt back into place, gave my bottom a playful slap and ordered me to return to the bathroom. As I walked away, I heard Vincent say: "Hey, Holly! If you find my wife's panties in the basket, make sure you put them on next. She only wears white cotton ones, so they're pretty easy to find."

Back in the bathroom I realized that my hands were now trembling: a mixture of humiliation and excitement. I yearned for a night of tender loving with these two handsome guys, and I figured it would happen eventually. But it was obvious I first had to play the role of mannequin in their kinky pageant. I had to go along with their depraved fantasies, even if it meant being treated like a cheap panty-whore. If I refused to do what they wanted, I risked making them angry and frustrated. I had no doubt that Steve would turn violent if I didn't co-operate. Although he was charming and very good-looking he seemed the kind of guy who wouldn't hesitate to use his fists. Much as I longed to feel his cock inside my body I didn't want to be beaten and raped.

Rummaging in the basket, I located a pair of white cotton panties, but I was reluctant to wear them. The crotch had visible piss-stains along the gusset. Unfortunately, these seemed to be the only white cotton ones, the only panties discarded by Vincent's wife, so I had no choice but to put them on. They were fairly brief, like the ones I'd been wearing in the bar, but much smaller and tighter.

"Lovely!" Steve remarked, when I eventually stepped out of the bathroom. "What a gorgeous creature! Are you wearing my wife's panties under your skirt, Holly?"

I nodded, before walking slowly towards the bed. Stung by the earlier accusation of clumsiness I tried to move elegantly, taking cautious steps in my stillettos. The two guys sat staring at me as I approached. Steve grabbed my hips and pulled me close so that he could nuzzle his face into my bellybutton, which was partly exposed below my skinny white top. He told me to hoist the top as high as it would go, because he wanted to see my nipples. I obeyed, smiling down at him as he leered at my freshly-waxed chest. He said my nipples were smooth and pink and perfectly formed, like those of a young woman, even though I had no tits at all. Then he showered my smooth belly with dozens of little kisses, while his hands passed under the rear of my skirt to feel my ass through the white cotton panties.

As before, he spun me around and ordered me to touch my toes. As soon as I bent over, my skirt rode up to expose my butt. Both Steve and Vincent chuckled, telling me that I looked like a naughty schoolgirl in those cute white panties. Steve was the first to press his face against my backside, but this time he put out his tongue and shoved it into my cleft. The hot, moist tip of his tongue pushed hard against my anus, jabbing the panty-gusset into my sensitive hole and making the cotton wetter and wetter. The sensation felt exquisite, and I was soon gasping in delight. Steve told me to move my legs slightly apart, because he wanted to see how my ball-sack looked from the rear. I guess it was the first time he had ever seen a guy's balls in female underwear. My gasps grew louder, and more breathless, when his tongue licked the bulge of my sack from behind, through the thin white cotton. My testicles tingled and my stiff little cock began to throb.

Steve withdrew his tongue and sat back, wiping his hand across his mouth. Then he turned to Vincent and said: "Hey, Vinnie! I reckon your wife needs to change her underwear more often. She left a piss-stain on these panties. I tasted it when I licked Holly's balls."

"Yeah, I certainly married a dirty bitch," Vincent replied. "But her panties do look great on a hot transvestite!"

The guys told me to stand up and turn around to face them. Then they ordered me to strip. I removed my skirt and top, but was told to leave the panties on, and the stillettos. I stood there for a few moments, gasping in anticipation, still feeling a bit nervous. My five-inch erection poked forward behind the underwear, stretching the white material at the front. I felt hot and tingly all over. My long, flame-colored wig seemed to weigh heavy on my head. At times like that it didn't feel like real hair at all, even if it still looked like the tumbling mane of a genuine redhead. I could feel my shaved scalp sweating beneath it.

Both men sat staring at my crotch as I stood before them. They seemed fascinated by the sight of an erect penis pushing against tight female underwear. Steve told me to kneel at his feet, like a humble slave-girl, while he took off his boots, socks, jeans and shorts. His enormous ten-inch cock bobbed in his lap as he sat forward on the edge of the bed. Reaching out, he grabbed my hair and pulled me towards him, telling me to give him a blowjob.

"Use your tongue," he said. "And make sure you swallow every drop of jizz, or you'll get punished."

He grinned as he spoke, and seemed to be joking, but I knew he was strong enough to hurt me if things turned nasty. I rested my arms on his naked thighs and leaned forward, taking his erection into my mouth. I sucked his swollen purple tip very slowly while teasing the rock-hard shaft with my tongue. He threw back his head and gave a satisfied growl, keeping one hand buried in my hair the whole time. My long red tresses swirled over his muscular thighs and tickled his balls, much to his enjoyment.

Meanwhile, Vincent knelt behind me as I knelt between Steve's legs. I had not seen Vincent get undressed, but he was completely naked when he shuffled up from the rear. The head of his mighty penis bumped against my panty-clad ass, smearing the back of his wife's underwear with glistening pre-cum. With one hand he reached around my slender body to play with my nipples. The other hand curled around my waist to touch my crotch. My slender little dick was as stiff as an iron rod, and the angle of my body in a kneeling position meant that my circumcised cock-head was now peeping over the waistband of the panties. Vincent gently stroked the exposed tip of my manhood and massaged my balls through the stretchy white cotton. The sensation felt incredible. I gasped with pleasure as I knelt between Steve's legs, but the sound was muffled by his huge erection as I sucked him expertly.

"Your cock feels so cute, Holly," Vincent whispered, as he gently nibbled my ears from behind. "I hope your butt-hole is ready to take my meaty rod."

I could not answer, because my mouth was packed by Steve's massive tool, but I managed to give a small nod. Steve ejaculated a few moments later, squirting jets of sticky jizz down my throat. There was so much semen that I could not swallow all of it, and a few trickles spilled out of my mouth. Steve pretended to be angry and gave my face a few playful slaps, while Vincent held my arms behind my back. The slapping did not hurt, but came with sufficient force to knock my head from side to side, which made my long red hair thrash around my shoulders. This seemed to turn the guys on even more. I enjoyed it, too. It felt kinky and exciting and didn't cause any real pain. After the slaps, Vincent kept a firm grip on my arms while Steve smeared the greasy bulb of his cock all over my lips. He called me a disobedient slut for failing to drink all his cum and threatened, in a jokey kind of way, to squeeze my balls really hard if I made any more mistakes.

The guys now put me on the bed, placing me face down, with a pillow shoved under my hips. They pulled the white panties high, tugging the waistband up as far as it could go, stretching the cotton even more tightly across my buttocks. Steve stripped off the rest of his clothes while Vincent sat near the head of the bed, with his legs splayed apart and his erection bobbing in front of my nose. He found another pillow and put it under my chin, to lift my face into a suitable position for cock-sucking. Then he lay back, telling me to put my mouth on his prick.

At the rear, Steve parted my legs and knelt between them, before slipping two fingers inside the narrow gusset of the panties. He told me he was going to lubricate me for sex, so he shoved his fingers deep inside my ass-crack, seeking my orifice. His hand was hidden under the back of the panties but he didn't need to see what he was doing. He quickly found my anus and began rubbing it tenderly, having previously dipped his fingers in a jar of night-cream. I felt one fingertip push through my elastic ring, followed swiftly by another. I relaxed my muscles to make it easier for both of us. Then, with two fingers embedded inside me, Steve gently lubricated my rectum.

"Your ass feels lovely and tight," he said. "I hope you're not a virgin."

My mouth was sucking hard on Vincent's man-meat, so I was unable to reply, though I reckon both men figured I was no stranger to ass-fucking. I knew exactly what to do. One by one, I loosened all my abdominal muscles in preparation for Steve's first thrust, hoping that his gigantic erection would not hurt too much.

"I want to fuck you while you're wearing underwear," he said, after he withdrew his fingers. He rearranged the panties as before, hoisting the waistband high on my midriff. "Your ass looks so cute in white cotton. Like a cheerleader's perky butt!"

With that, he maneuvered his erection past the gusset of the panties and pushed it into my rear cleft. The monstrous shaft slid between my buttocks until the tip bumped against my anus, which yielded to the forceful pressure. I cried out, feeling the discomfort of the initial penetration, but soon my slick rear tube stretched to enclose Steve's cock in a loving embrace. He fucked me leisurely, taking his time, while his hands roamed all over my panty-covered bottom.

My hips squirmed and wriggled, giving Steve a tantalizing vision of my firm round ass jiggling on the end of his prick. Vincent watched too, having lifted his head to stare at my quivering backside while I continued to suck him off. The sight of my bottom swaying deliciously in his wife's stained underwear brought him to the brink of a ball-bursting climax, but he bravely hovered on the edge for a few moments until I swirled my tongue around his ball-sack. That sent him crazy, and he lay back to writhe on the bed like an eel. His orgasm came in a series of massive squirts, its intensity increasing when I shoved a finger inside his anus. His ejaculation filled my mouth and throat, but I politely swallowed every dribbling drop. Then he sat up, bending forward to cup my face in his hands.

"You're too beautiful, Holly!" he whispered, trying to catch his breath. "See? My prick is still hard, because you turn me on so much!"

Still cupping my face, he began kissing my mouth passionately, maybe far more passionately than he had kissed his wife in a long time. His tongue darted around my teeth and gums, lapping and devouring the sticky remnants of his own semen.

At that moment, Steve's gentle reaming of my rear passage reached its crescendo. His first jet of cum sprayed along my rectum like a fire-hydrant, making me squeal in surprise. By then, my slender back glistened with sweat and my long red tresses hung around my shoulders in tangled strands. I waited for his second squirt, but he held it back and instead withdrew his penis from my body. His shaft was still hard as he released the rest of his pent-up juice, spattering hot fluid all over my twitching backside and soaking the smooth white panties.

I lay gasping and moaning, feeling stretched and exhausted, but the two horny men had not yet finished with me. They flipped me over, onto my back, and lay on either side of me. For the next half hour they stroked, kissed and licked the front of my body, from head to toe. Their lips and tongues explored every inch of my bare skin. Their hands touched my crotch, feeling my balls through the tight white panties and caressing the head of my penis where it poked over the waistband. My undersized manhood stood stiff and proud at a sharp angle which meant that its tip peeped out like a little purple helmet.

"Poor Holly," Steve mused, as he leaned over my chest to lick my nipples. "She's so tired, and her ass-hole is so stretched, but her sweet little dick still wants to play."

"Yeah, but I reckon she needs to cum, before her balls explode" said Vincent. "Maybe she wants us to rub her cock?"

"Definitely!" Steve mused, lifting his face off my chest to gaze along my slender body. "I reckon we should pull these panties down and jerk her off. It would be great to make her cum, to see her jizz squirting all over our hands. Then we'll take turns to fuck her."

"Sounds awesome," said Steve. "Let's do it!"

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