Friday 13th part 4.

It was an hour later Nigella and I woke still cuddled together semi clothed. I think it was the raised excited voices that woke us.

“Sounds like something exciting is happening out there, shall we join them?” Nigella asked.

Reattaching her straps on her basque and settling her breasts in the cups she picked up her thong and stepped into it. She tucked herself in resuming the smooth front look.

“You must show me how you do that.” I requested as I slipped my peignoir on.

Joining the others Tina and Melanie had arrived and were sporting theirs new breast plates. Both tweaking their latex nipples. Both were very excited and sporting bulges in their panties as they were only wearing lingerie from the waist down. Simone was trying to apply makeup to them and Cindy was telling them they were both going to need new bras.

“Wow. Oh Carole you look gorgeous, aren’t these breasts fabulous. Do your own nipples tingle when you tweak the nipples? I love your outfit. Is this Nigella I’ve been hearing about? Hello you look gorgeous too. I just love these breasts, they’re fantastic, do you want to feel them?” Gushed Melanie, excitedly.

“Steady girl, slow down.” I replied. “Yes they are gorgeous, no I haven’t tweaked the nipples yet. Yes this is Nigella, yes I’d like to feel your new breasts, perhaps later.” I added answering all her rushed bubbly questions.

“There is a cone of the latex that the breast are formed around that somehow transfers the sensations received by the plate nipples directly to your own. My scientists who developed them know how it works.” Cindy added to our conversation.

Melanie was listening while still stroking and tweaking her new nipples.

“Mmmm, I’m going to cum very soon.” She gasped.

“Let me get that for you.” Simone announced as she quickly knelt, had Melanie’s panties down to her knees, and engulfed Melanie’s cock as was bobbing on it, as Melanie rested her hands on her head.

“Where is Debbie and Georgina?” I asked.

“Probably sleeping in the other room, they left not long after you two and Melanie and Tina had just arrived. Cindy answered.

“I need to transfer some money to you for these wonderful breasts.” I told Cindy.

“We will talk later, when we are all together and Tina and Melanie have dressed, the breasts plates are distracting me.” Cindy stated her own breasts heaving in her gorgeous bra, that only just held them. Her panties were having similar difficulties with her cock.

“Would you like some help?” I offered.

“We both could help.” Nigella added.

“I’ll help Tina.” Simone announced pausing from her sucking Melanie.

Nigella and I took turns with Cindy’s cock and released her breasts to suckle on. We all heard Melanie as she filled Simone’s mouth. Simone then switched her attention to Tina, who was soon adding her cum to Melanie’s in Simone’s tummy.

Nigella and I brought Cindy to her orgasm, I was fortunate to get her load, but I did share it with a cummy kiss with Nigella.

Just as we all regained our composure, Debbie and Georgina joined us.

“Now that you are all here.” Cindy began. “I want to make you an offer that will be career changing. What I’m offering to all of you is, I would like to open a resort that will cater for the likes of us girls. I have seen a property in Devon that has lots of space, quite remote and has lots of possibilities. I’m proposing to hire you all to run it day to day. You will dress femme 24/7. I will fund it for two years if needed, which will include your annual salary + benefits. I hope you can make a go of it and turn a profit. If it’s successful then I will look at moving into Cornwall. However the main rule is you will present yourselves as females. I will give you time to decide, I’m going for a shower.” Cindy finished her statement.

“Well I think it’s a no brainer. What have we got to lose?” 2 years free accommodation and being paid for being dressed as a girl.” Georgina was first to speak.

Tina looked at Melanie and they nodded together, that left Nigella, Simone, Debbie and me. My customers had been dropping off, affecting my commission.

“I’m in.” I announced.

“Me too.” Debbie added.

We looked to Nigella and Simone.

“We’ve always been in.” They announced together.

Next was to sort who would be in charge of what.

After a few minutes we had decided.

Georgina and I would be joint managers working shifts so it was always covered. Nigella would be my assistant as Simone would be Georgina’s.

Debbie would be manager in charge of buying provisions and guests clothing. Tina would be under chef to Melanie as she had the food preparation certificates. We could hire other staff to serve food, service the rooms, grounds person etc.

Cindy returned and before she could ask, we all agreed to her proposal.

“That’s great news, just to let you know I have already got firm bookings for when we open for business. Some will arrive drab, and change in their rooms, they will remain femme for the rest of their stay, and leave drab. Some will arrive femme and leave femme.

We told Cindy of our planned positions in the running.

“Sounds perfect. If it’s a success one of you pair can start the other adventure in Cornwall.

After 6 months Cindy visited us unannounced, Georgina and I had a meeting with her. She was extremely pleased. We we’re running about 80% full most weeks. However she wanted to run another group. Not only were we catering for MtF holidays, she wanted FtM holidays. She had been approached by LGBT requesting this option. She of course said yes, as long as there was no friction between the two groups, which we totally agreed. We arranged interviews discreetly for staff that are FtM friendly.

We are now 18 months into the project, extremely busy. We have frequent guests who are more than happy to mix any of the guests.  There are so many cross dressers who want to stay, some with their partners, some real females.

Not so many males with female born partners who want to be dressed as a male. Nigella and I share our bed as Georgina and Simone. Melanie has taken on a few assistants in the kitchen all as we needed more help. Tina has completed a chef training course and is working alongside Melanie. Debbie has employed several “girls” as maids, all dressed in maids outfits. Mmmm, they get me aroused and Nigella and I make the most of my arousal that and every evening I got a glimpse. I think Nigella got them to flash at me. Clever girl.

We are not a exclusive brothel, however we do turn a blind eye to guest activity. The staff can flirt but are forbidden to have sex with guests for financial gain.

The next six months went extremely quickly we were turning bookings away as we were full. Cindy arrived for the 2 year check. We had made her even more wealthy. Which in turn made all 7 of us wealthier as well. She is a genuine generous employer.

“Now girls, not only have you done me proud, you have done yourselves proud.

Have you decided who is going to run the Cornwall escape resort?” Cindy asked.

We hadn’t so we, that is Georgina and I would flip a coin, neither of us wanted to leave, and both of us wanted to start a new project. I won, Nigella and I chose to run the new Cornwall resort. We had to drive there, interview future  employees and set the business going. In three months. The builders were still on site finishing off the alterations. This resort had an indoor swimming pool as well as outdoor pool both heated of course. The staff accommodation was sumptuous for those who wanted to live on site. We set aside a beauty salon and hairdressers for guests and staff if needed.

As we had been so busy at the Devon resort our love life had diminished. Now at Cornwall with no night duty required we could make love every night.

One evening I was suckling on Nigella’s breasts, my cock deep inside her juicy pussy her cock sandwiched between us. I eased back slowly and Nigella moved slightly as I moved back in she felt tighter.

“Oh you naughty girl, you’re not in my pussy but I love it. I hope you are not going to cum yet.” Nigella gushed at me.

“You’re very tight, I’m not sure how long I can hold on.” I gasped.

She wrapped her legs round me and held me tight for what seemed like hours but in reality it was minutes.

“Now take me to utopia, fill me with your hot cum, make my cock spurt on our bellies.”

Pressure released from her legs allowing me to move. It only took a few movements before I felt my seed rushing up the length of my cock.

“Mmmm, I can feel your hot cum filling me lover, it’s a fantastic feeling. You’re going to love it.” Nigella gushed.

“Mmmm, can’t wait sweetheart.” I replied.

“Goody it’s my turn now.” She uttered as I slipped out. Nigella took hold of my cock and squeezed the last of my cum from my cock. Which she lubricated her own cock. Then I was on hands and knees, Nigella knelt behind me and aimed her hard cock at my rose bud opening. Pressing hard she soon slipped inside me.   Her motion soon had a pleasant tempo going and I loved it.

“Oh my love, you’re wonderful and I’m going to cum.” Nigella announced.

“Oh please, yes please, if I had the equipment I’d want you to make me pregnant, so pump your seed in me.” I was panting with lust.

She did holding my hips as her cum filled me with her delicious cream.

As she slipped out I could feel her cream starting to leak from me. I thought I know, I reached to the bedside drawer and withdrew a tampon, unwrapping it I inserted it then pulled my panties back on.

“You’ve done that before.” Nigella spoke amazed.

“Georgina taught me a few years ago after our first night together in a motorway service motel. It saves soiling precious panties.” I said.

“Then you had better insert one for me my love.” She whispered.

I did then I told her all about our first night together. How all about the blocked road and horrendous weather and ending with a night of passion and listening to Debbie and a HGV driver in the next room.

“Fabulous my love. Now shall we get some sleep? We have lots to do tomorrow and tomorrow night I want to make love to you in the missionary position with me on top.” She uttered.

“I’m looking forward to that already my darling.” I answered.

We cuddled to sleep in our baby doll nighties and panties.

In the morning while we eating breakfast, Nigella announced.

“I’ve had an idea. How about once a month we have a best transformed ‘gurl’ and ‘boi’ we could have crown for the winners.”

“How about weekly? Those only staying a week might miss out.” I replied.

“Perhaps let’s try a one off to see what the uptake is.” Nigella suggested.

“Great idea.” I replied.

“We better get on, we have potential employees to interview for posts.” Nigella told me.

“Have we decided on a chef/cook yet?” I asked.

“The final three are preparing a meal for us over the next three days.” She told me.

“Come on let’s go to the office.” I said.

We spent the next few hours interviewing. Some of the prospective employees arrived dressed enfemme. Some drab. We even had one guy that had a full face beard, when we asked if her was prepared to shave it off, his reply was never, he was applying for a position as a chambermaid hoping to wear a French maid outfit. It was tempting just to see him in a tiny outfit but his build let him down.

We did hire him for the grounds. He, that is, she could wear her skirts as short as she liked. We hired the rest of the staff, it’s amazing how many there are of us who love wearing lingerie. The builders finished. I kept an eye on a couple who showed an interest in our venture. Sure enough a couple of weeks later they made contact about a two week stay. We offered them a discount as they had completed some excellent work on the refurbishment.

The next week, we opened, we were 75% booked. More bookings every day our future was looking very secure.

Nigella and I made sure we made love at least 3 nights out of 6. The night manageress we employed was extremely efficient and knew just how to run our resort during the night. We eventually employed a day manageress with both now having an assistant.

Tonight was my turn to be the bride. Nigella slowly and seductively undressed me. Leaving me with only my breast plate, suspender belt and taughtly attached stockings. She kissed me passionately sending shivers through me. Then she suckled my breasts the transferred sensation was just as incredible as the first time. While she was suckling my nipples she was removing her own clothes. Her kisses went lower across my tummy and over my lacy suspender belt. Her chin was the first to meet my rampant cock.

“On your back on the bed lover.” She commanded.

I didn’t complain about the order, I had commanded similar a couple of nights ago. Laying on my back my legs wide, knees bent. Nigella knelt between my legs and began by stroking my hard cock.

“Mmmm already hard darling.” She whispered sexily.

“Yes you treatment of my boobs always turns me on.” I replied. “Careful sweetheart I’m so close to cumming.” I added.

She stopped stroking me but left the head of my cock exposed. Nigella moved up the bed and slid a pillow under my hips. We both used this method for comfort. She lifted my love eggs gently caressing them. Aiming her rampant cock at my rose bud opening. I felt the pressure as she gently entered me causing me to gasp at the pain and pleasure. Fortunately the pleasure was overwhelming the pain. She entered me fully and soon I felt her love eggs tapping against my bum cheeks. She began to withdraw and insert building up speed. The internal friction was phenomenal, her cock head kept knocking against my prostrate, I felt my cum dripping on my tummy every time she was fully home.

“Are you ready darling, I’m about to fill you with my baby making juice.” Nigella announced, leaning forward squeezing my leaking cock between us.

“Please do, I’m so wanting you to make me pregnant so I can suckle a baby on my breasts.” I gasped breathlessly.

“Mmmm, oh, here it cums.” Nigella almost screamed.

I felt her swell inside me then each pulse as her cream washed my insides.

She fell forward still inside me, our boobs crushed together. I suddenly had a thought. ‘I wish I had my own, but how I’m genetically male. Have implants, meant surgery, grow my own using hormones, takes a long time.

Nigella’s deflated cock slid slowly out and we moved to lay side by side cuddled up under our duvet.

“I love you darling.” Nigella whispered between kissing me.

“And I love you my sweet.” I replied, I was just wondering, thinking, daydreaming really, about having my own real boobs, like your. They are just perfect.” I added.

“Mmmm.” Was her reply as she continued kissing me.

TvCarole

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