It was the morning before our second night at the adult club. Myself and Carol had been in frequent contact and agreed how we’d like things to go. Over breakfast I let George know that Carol and I would be in charge tonight, and to be honest, I think this was a big relief for him.
I returned from my pre-booked trip to the hairdresser just after lunch and I was feeling great. The stylist had done an amazing job working with my now slightly longer natural hair and colour matched extension pieces. I had a wide plait going from each side of my head and joining high at the back. Under this my fair hair fell away in long elegant waves down my back, well below my shoulders. This would look fantastic with the blue silk evening dress I was planning to wear. The long dress was sleeveless with a round neck and fitted bodice that pulled in at my waist. It also had a thigh high split at the front of one leg which opened up as I walked.
I loved getting dressed up, slipping into a lovely delicate blue silk suspender belt and matching panties. I took care to ensure my nude stockings were perfectly straight and the straps on my open toed silver high heels criss crossed neatly around my ankles. As I was wearing my expensive skin tone matched breast forms that were firmly attached with prosthetic adhesive I ditched the bra, opting to feel the feminine pull of breasts on my chest as I moved. Over this I added a short matching short blue silk slip with black lace trim. Finally, I took my time to apply my makeup as flawlessly as I could before finally putting on my dress. As always, seeing myself dressed as a fairly attractive woman in the full length mirror, coupled with the knowledge of what I was about to get up to this evening sent a huge tingle of sexual excitement throughout my body and a small bulge in my panties.
George looking incredibly handsome in his dinner suit as the private hire car he arranged came to collect us at 7:45pm. I couldn’t resist kissing him lots as we sat in the back on our journey to the club. He’d return my kisses while letting his hand slide up my stocking clad thigh through the slit of my dress. I needed to be a little careful as I could feel my panties getting a little damp with the attention and didn’t want to get a tell tale patch on my dress before we’d even got to the club. Shortly before we pulled up, I retouched my lipstick and jokingly told George that he’d better not fall in love with Carol. I must admit I was a little worried as Carol was stunning and looked more feminine than most real females. We laughed as George said that, likewise, I mustn’t fall in love with Trevor, who was a striking black gentleman, a little taller than George with a smooth gym chiselled body.
We met up with Carol and Trevor in the club’s main lounge bar which was particularly busy. After the usual cheek kissing and greetings we grabbed some drinks and also said hello to a few other couples we both knew, making introductions as appropriate. After a few glasses of champagne we noticed the time of our playroom booking was approaching, so holding hands, myself and Carol left the men and went though to the changing areas.
I was really starting to get aroused by the thought of playing with Trevor, George and Carol. As we’d pre-agreed, Carol and I both brought matching outfits to change into. These just consisted of a simple short lace and silk cream coloured chemise, cream silk panties, 5 denier nude lace top hold-ups with a thin brown seam and cream open toe 6 inch ankle strap heels. Having got dressed we touched up our make up and lipstick, both wearing the same shade of red which matched our nail polish. Carol said she was looking forward to experiencing George, particularly after everything I’d told her about him, and I must admit I was looking forward to experiencing Trevor again, this time without a blindfold.
We left the changing area and joined the men, who were just wearing white towels, outside in the hallway. They said we looked fantastic and kissed us both before we set off together down the maze of hallways towards the room we’d booked. As we walked I could feel Trevor’s hand slip onto my bottom cheek and with a crafty look noticed George had done the same with Carol. We had selected a room without lots of specialist equipment, it just had a big sofa, a chaise lounge, a narrow single bed and a huge bed with 4 big corner posts. There was one additional feature, the ceiling and the two none glass walls were completely mirrored. After my previous experience with George in the mirrored restaurant restroom I knew what a turn on it was seeing yourself being fucked. We left the glass walls to the hallways clear so other members could watch us if they liked.
As we’d planned, we led the men to the sofa, removed their towels and sat them side by side, legs apart. We kneeled between their legs and started teasing their stiffening cocks with our tongues and lipstick covered lips. Carol was looking after George and I was taking care of Trevor. It wasn’t long before both were fully hard and we started sliding them slowly in and out of our mouths, synchronising our movements as best we could and tasting their pre cum. Sensing the boys were ready we led them to opposite sides of the narrow single bed. After removing her panties Carol lay on her back sideways across the bed, lifting her feet up above Georges shoulders so his erect cock was nearly touching her hole and her head was hanging off the other side of the bed facing Trevor. I did the same with Trevor, leaving my head facing George.
The men needed no further encouragement and started pushing their rock hard cocks inside our pre-lubed bums giving myself and Carol a good view of our men sliding into each others hole. After 4 or 5 deep thrusts into our bums the men would pull out and slip their cocks into our adjacent mouths. I could taste Georges pre-cum and Carols bum as he entered my mouth. Watching myself and Carol in the mirrors, being repeatedly pounded by these handsome men and then having their cocks moved to our mouths was such a turn on. I soon felt the familiar waves of pleasure racking my body as Trevor pushed deep inside me. Soon the men were now both fucking me, Trevor in my bum and George in my mouth. They got into a rhythm where I felt like I was being crushed between them as they thrust as deep as they could get inside my holes. I was already close to orgasming as Carol rolled on her side and took my firm girly cock in her mouth, rubbing her tongue against the underside of the head and sucking hard.
Feeling Trevor spasm, releasing jets of cum inside me, pushed me over the edge and I released into Carols mouth only to feel the intensity of her sucking increase and my orgasm prolonging as a result. George then quickly filled my mouth and as the men slowly withdrew from me, Carol sat up to lean over my face and share a long steamy kiss of my cum in her mouth mixed with Georges in mine. I couldn’t resist letting my hands explore Carols perfect breasts, curvy bottom and girly cock as we kissed.
Watching us girls had clearly turned the men on enough for their rapidly re-hardening cocks to go again. Myself and Carol slowly separated and we lay back on the bed as we were originally. The men changed sides of the bed so I had Trevor’s cock going from Carol’s bum to my mouth and Carol had Georges’ going from my now cum filled bum to her mouth. This time though, when the men were close to cumming, they both worked on Carol and as they did I rolled on my side and took Carols small but firm cock in my mouth, using the same technique she’d used on me. Soon, through Carols belly, I could feel George sending pulses of cum into her. As with me, this sent her over the edge and she came in my mouth. As I continued to suck the sweet cum from Carols cock I could her her gag slightly as Trevor came deep in her throat.
As the men pulled out of Carol we sat up to embrace and share another long cum swap kiss. Soon we were both almost frantically kissing and caressing each other in the middle of this small bed, hands on each others bottoms, cocks and chests. The men had been getting turned on again by the spectacle of us girls, although still a little too limp for more action. We untangled ourselves from each other and led our partners over to the huge four poster. We lay them side by side before we each straddled our man. We moved their cocks up onto their hard flat bellies so we could gently grind down on them with our pelvis’ while we sat up straight leaning towards each other and continued our kissing.
It wasn’t long before they were hard again and we guided their cocks up inside us. We both lent forward and kissed them deeply before riding them hard until we all came one more time. Myself and Carol collapsed onto the bed between the men, exhausted and content, kissing and cuddling our partners until it was time to leave the room. We had pulled quite an audience outside as we left, with both ladies and gents saying how wonderful it would be to join myself and Carol in the future and some very attractive ladies making similar offers to George and Trevor.
After cleaning ourselves up and changing back into our evening dresses we re-joined the men in the lounge area. The champagne flowed and we chatted with many of the guests, making a few new acquaintances who we promised to keep in touch with on the web chat. Towards the end of the evening Carol excitedly pulled me to one side and showed me an advertisement for a themed evening the club was holding in about 10 weeks time. It was a ‘Slave’ night. She explained that small groups of ladies, typically 2 or 3, and groups of gents would put themselves forward as Slaves to be the entertainment for the night. The gents would use the club website to vote for which group of ladies would be their slaves for the evening and the ladies would similarly vote to select one of the groups of men. Carol said she’d been to one event, not as a slave, but it had amazing and incredibly exciting for everyone there.
She went on to say how she really wanted to be a slave next time and wondered if I’d be up for joining her, so we could put our names forward as a pair. She reassured me that it wouldn’t a free for all and that the club hosts carefully managed the evening. She said that while the slaves would not have any say at all in what happened, the hosts would ensure any boundaries set by the slaves were respected. I was a bit sceptical on why men would choose us over biological females however Carol said that a couple of girls like us would often put themselves forward and were nearly always selected. She added that luckily for us they’d moved down to London so now rarely attended. I must admit I loved the thought of being a slave girl for the men, and particularly the thrill of being used with no control over what happened, so of course I quickly agreed.
Carol was delighted and said we would have to create a profile on the club’s private web site that promoted ourselves as slaves along with appropriate sexual fantasies and pictures. The profile would also clearly set out our boundaries so the gents knew what they would be voting for. Calling our men over, Carol now even more excited explained what we were planning and I could see a big smile spread across Trevor and George’s faces as it sunk in. The voting for the selection of the slaves would be anonymous and take place two weeks prior to the event. We told our respective men that we fully expected their votes. Laughing and slapping our bottoms they said we’d need to be very good girls over the coming weeks to earn their votes.
The club night had been on the Friday and I spent the rest of the weekend preparing and fretting over my tracheal and nasal surgery which was booked for Monday morning at the private clinic. George drove me over on Sunday evening where I would stay the night having my pre-op checks and preparations before surgery first thing the following morning. All being well I’d be able to go home on the Tuesday.
As I came round after surgery, I guess it must have been Monday lunchtime, George was sitting by my bedside tightly holding my hand. I felt heavily sedated, had tubes and monitors connected along with a drip on a stand by my bed. My face and neck were covered in dressings and I didn’t feel I could move my face, smile or swallow. Maybe it was the hormone treatment starting to kick in but I was suddenly a little weepy. George lent across and gently kissed me on a little bit of cheek not bandaged, telling me he loved me very much and not to worry as the surgeon had told him everything had been straight forward and he was confident I’d be delighted with the results. He pressed a button to call the nurses to let them know I was awake.
George slept in a reclining chair by my bed on Monday night, refusing to go home. I was glad he did as sometime during the early hours the pain medication started wearing off and I felt like I had been punched in the face and forced to eat razor blades. I couldn’t speak so let out loud groans of discomfort which woke George. Soon a nurse arrived, adjusted something on the drip and within a few seconds I was asleep. Late Tuesday the clinic released me into Georges care with heaps of medication and instructions on what he should do with my dressings and when to bring me back. I spent the next week in bed, with George looking after me like a true gent. I couldn’t eat any solid food and struggled to swallow so slowly sipped thin soup through a straw. My face dressings came off first, although I was swollen and purple and couldn’t really tell if my nose was indeed a little more feminine than before.
Overall it was five weeks before I felt almost back to normal and could manage to eat real food again, as long as it was soft. My nose now looked much daintier than before, and I thought prettier, although best of all there was now no noticeable trace of an Adams apple on my neck. As I’d been warned, my hormone therapy had indeed reduced my libido, however, 5 weeks of abstinence following surgery had somewhat countered this. Oral was still out of the question, at least for another week, however I really needed George to do his thing. With that in mind, I came down for breakfast wearing just a short silk nightie and heels, snuggled into his lap as I kissed him and made sure he knew I now needed him to have his wicked way with me again. He wasted no time and had me in one of my favourite positions over the kitchen table. I was in heaven as I felt him slowly push his hard cock into my pre-lubed hole. I loved feeling the pressure against my sphincter and then the sudden fullness and wave of pleasure as he entered me. My own girly cock was being massaged between my belly, the thin fabric of my nightie and the table top as he slowly built up the depth and pace of each thrust. I had missed this feeling so much and was having a long intense orgasm as George started cumming inside me. I could feel strong jets of his cum filling me, a lot more than usual, causing a great gush from my bum as he eventually withdrew. We of course kissed, cuddled and moved to the bedroom for the rest of the morning.
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