I was now letting my hair and nails grow out and had bitten the bullet and got my ears pierced. It would be a fair few months before I could pack my wigs away though and there was going to be that difficult phase to go through where my natural hair would be too short to take a feminine style but too long to easily fit under a wig. I would just have to manage that when it came.
With Georges help I had started setting up my new website design and development business. We had converted the unused front room into an office and I was initially focusing on building up a portfolio of designs and marketing material before engaging potential clients. I took setting up my business seriously and got up early and put in full days for at least the 3 or 4 days a week when George was also working. I liked to dress professionally on these days, a dress or skirt suit and blouse, stockings, heels with nice makeup and nails. I wanted to get into the habit and be ready for when I got to meet prospective clients on video calls or in person.
George found me irresistible when I was wearing my office girl outfits. His cuddling, fondling, kissing and general roving hands would inevitably get me aroused too. This often resulted in a in my day starting with a morning quickie over the kitchen table, my office desk or even leaning against the wall. His cum would of course continue to seep out of me over several hours leaving me with damp panties for the rest of the morning. I must admit I loved the feeling. I loved being a hot office girl who had just been used by the boss. It was of course a big distraction and building my portfolio which was going to take sometime.
A week or so after our weekend away, a small parcel arrived by courier late one afternoon. It was addressed to George so I took it to him in the bedroom where he was changing out of his work clothes following one of his days in the office. The parcel contained our approved membership documents for the adult club along with two bracelets. Both were slim, round, sliver hoops with a small coloured glass section that would lie on top of the wrist. The documentation explained that we must wear these to gain entry to the club and at all times when we were inside the club. It explained that these contained our electronic club ID’s and would be used to access the playrooms, internal doors, lockers, pay for drinks and any optional extras we decided on when we were at the club. My band had a vivid purple glass section that indicated I was a biological male with female identify and George’s was a deep sapphire blue indicating a biological male.
The parcel also contained much more explicit information on the rooms and equipment available than was published on the club’s website. It also laid out strict rules on their required clientele etiquette, dress code and safe areas along with general information on facilities such as changing rooms, showers, spa pools and bars. There was also some helpful advice on what to bring. But most importantly there was the diary of club nights. Some of these were classed as regular club nights and some were themed events focused on specific fantasies and fetishes.
We quickly decided to start with a regular club night and using Georges laptop we booked ourselves in to the first one available in 2 weeks time. Talking about which room or rooms we’d like to try first and possible scenarios was getting us both extremely horny. George wearing just his boxers, quickly took the initiative, stood me up and unzipped my office girl dress, letting it slide down to my ankles. Now wearing just a black silk slip, black fully fashioned stockings and high heels, he took me to the spare room and quickly secured my wrists and ankles. I was once again spread eagled over the brass bed end, one of my favourite positions. He paddled my exposed bottom cheeks until they felt like they were on fire before fucking me hard. He made sure that his hips hit my now sore cheeks on each thrust. It felt amazing a mix of intense pleasure and pain. This coupled with his cock repeatedly battering my prostrate soon had me crying out and cumming heavily in the small black silk panties I was still wearing.
George quickly filled me with warm cum, sending shivers through my body as I felt the pulses of fluid leaving his cock. He made sure to let a good stream run down my stocking tops as he withdrew. Releasing me from the bed frame he cuffed my wrists together behind my back before fitting a gag that held my mouth open, while still allowing entry. He gently turned me to face him and pushed me down to my knees before slowly sliding his rapidly re-hardening cock in and out of my mouth. I could taste his previous cum as he worked his cock in, deeper each time. He was soon pushing into my throat and holding for a few seconds before withdrawing, causing me to gag a little and stream saliva down my chin and onto my slip. George came again, filling my mouth rather than my throat, knowing I wouldn’t be able to swallow it all and that he’d see it mix with my saliva as it ran from my chin and fell onto my silk slip. We both loved seeing and feeling me covered in cum.
He stood me up, releasing my gag and wrist cuffs. We hugged and kissed deeply, letting the cum sodden fabric of my slip and socking tops rub against his torso and legs. We were now both completely spent and after more kissing and cuddling on the bed we cleaned ourselves up before ordering a take out for dinner.
It wasn’t long before the first club night was upon us. George would be wearing a fancy evening suit with bow tie. I selected the gold halterneck evening gown we’d bought a few weeks ago. Underneath I wore my expensive breast forms along with a strapless white bra, tight white thong panties, nude lace top hold ups and some strappy gold high heels. As before, I put my hair up in a bun with curls falling down to each shoulder. I opted for simple makeup, with enhanced natural lip colour, gloss and my newly manicured clear polished nails. In addition to my gold clutch bag, I packed a small Birkin bag with a few things I had decided I’d wear for play at the club.
The club was a good 45 minutes away and George had arrange a private hire car to take us there and back. The car pulled up in front of what was a rather grand country hall. A young man, I guessed early 20s, wearing a smart porter style outfit rushed over and opened the door for me. George came around and took my hand as I stepped out. We walked up the wide stone steps to the main entrance squeezing each others hand in anticipation. As we entered our bracelets were scanned by one of the two well dressed but large doorman and my bags were briefly searched. Moving into the main hallway we were greeted by what appeared to be a butler and head maid who led us into separate side rooms where the swabs and finger picks we were expecting were taken.
We were both then led into a larger and lavish reception room with a small bar and leather chesterfield style sofas set around ornate tables laden with canapes and snacks. At the opposite end of the room to the one we’d entered there was a large set of oak doors that led into the club proper. We’d been told to have a drink here while we waited for our swabs to be tested. The bracelets would apparently vibrate briefly to confirm we could proceed. I was too nervous to eat anything but did manage to gulp a glass of champagne down. Another couple arrived. They looked to be in their 40’s. She was wearing a silver, shoulder-less evening dress and was extremely pretty with perfect pale complexion and long blond hair. He was a striking black gent. A little taller and broader than George but not in anyway fat.
They introduced themselves as Carol and Trevor and seemed very pleasant and friendly as we chatted. They said they hadn’t seen us here before and we explained it was our first time and we were both a little apprehensive. They said we had no need to be and that it was entirely in our control what, if anything, we decided to do tonight. Carol said she’d pre arranged to meet up with another couple however she was sure Trevor would show us around once inside.
It wasn’t long before we all felt a small vibration from our bracelets and after each touching them to a small scanner we all entered the main club area. It was just like the pictures, a large, luxuriously decorated and vibrant lounge area with lots of elegantly dressed ladies and gents chatting. Carol gave her apologies and headed over to a couple of beautiful women who were holding hands on the far-side of the bar. They all cheek kissed and clearly knew each other well. Trevor led us to the bar while pointing out the various corridors leading out from the other side of the lounge that led to the changing and play areas. Trevor introduced us to a few other couples and after a few glasses of champagne I was feeling relaxed and buzzing with excitement. George quietly mentioned to me that Trevor had indicated he’d like to join us in a play room and asked me if that was OK. I immediately nodded, maybe a little too vigorously.
We had pre booked a ‘play room’ for an hour at 9:30pm. It was now approaching 9:00pm so Trevor suggested he show us through to the play areas. The corridors from the lounge led to grid of wide carpeted hallways that had changing facilities and showers off them near the lounge and further down there were large glass fronted, and often glass sided, play rooms. Opposite the playrooms were sofas and chaise lounge. Most gents were walking around the halls naked other than white towels around their waists however the ladies were more commonly in lingerie, with a few completely naked and a few just in hold ups and heels. Trevor explained that the play room glass walls could be turned opaque if the occupants wanted privacy. We didn’t see any like this and the ‘viewing’ sofas were often well occupied with aroused ladies and gents. There were also uniformed male and female bar staff ensuring all the clientele were adequately provided for.
Conscious of the time, Trevor took us back to the changing areas. These were marked with the colours of the bracelets although from the literature we knew that anyone could use any as long as no one objected and that there was no intimacy as these were designated ‘safe areas’. I opted to go with my colour and entered the appropriate changing room which was like something from a luxury spa. I slipped out of my dress, removed my bra and changed into a sheer and very short, white lace trimmed baby doll negligee. I added a delicate white lace suspender belt, very sheer white stockings and a pair of delicate, white, strappy high heels. I kept my hair up and carefully touched up my make up. Looking at myself in one of the many mirrors I imagined I looked a little like a bride on her wedding night. I could hear George and Trevor talking in the hallway outside and headed out to join them.
George and Trevor both gave a little gasp when they saw me and said how sexy I looked before each taking a hand and walking me slowly to the room we’d booked. While George had buffed up a lot since I’d known him, Trevor obviously took working out a lot more seriously. He had a triangular torso, with completely smooth black skin stretched over rippling muscle. I was starting to feel a little weak at the knees and incredibly excited as I was being led away for sex with these two hunks. George used his bracelet to open the room and as we entered we all agreed we were happy with keeping the walls transparent. George had obviously discussed what we’d planned in the room and Trevor, knowing how the rooms were configured, moved a narrow padded bench into the middle of the floor. He then opened a concealed cupboard in the far wall and brought back a blindfold, carefully putting it on me.
I was gently laid back on the bench which was deliberately short so my bum cheeks hung off one end and my neck off the other. I could feel the bench height being adjusted and then a strap brought across my waist to secure me to it. Next, I felt my arms moved out wide from my sides, and slightly back towards my feet before being secured by wrist cuffs and short chains to what I knew from the pictures we’d seen were posts that could be secured at various points on the floor. Next cuffs were placed around my ankles and I felt my legs being raised, spread apart and brought slightly back and high up over my waist, clearly exposing my bum hole. My ankles were secured to the tops of the posts that my wrists were attached to. I then felt one of the men putting a gag on me and I could feel it was one that would still let them enter my mouth. Unexpectedly, I felt a device being fastened to the waist strap and pushing against my girly cock and then a large plug was gently inserted in my bum hole. I was now completely immobile, exposed and incredibly turned on.
I started to feel slow vibrations and pulsing from the both the plug and what must have been a vibrator on my girly cock. The plug was different to mine and was pushing up against my prostrate causing waves of pleasure with each pulse. Then I felt the paddling start. The men must have been taking it in turns, each working on one bottom cheek. As the soreness grew, the sensations from the plug and vibrator increased too. I was once again caught in the wonderful grey area between intense pleasure and mild pain causing me to have near continuous micro orgasms in my small panties. My breathing was rapid and I was in a state of intense arousal. I was drooling from the gag and now desperate to feel the men inside me. As if they read my mind the paddling stopped and the plug was removed.
I felt one of them gently push inside me and start fucking my bum, giving my sore cheeks a slap with his hand every now and again. The other had started fucking my mouth, deeper and deeper until they were using my throat. I couldn’t tell who was doing what and didn’t care. The feeling of being bound, helpless and used by two strong men was sending intense waves of pleasure through me. I felt one spasm and release into my bum, pulsing waves of cum filling me and then the other almost immediately filled my mouth. I tried to swallow as much as I could, loving the taste and feeling such a wanton girl. The men changed positions and I could feel them enter me again, a little softer but quickly firming as they fucked me harder this time. I was orgasming almost continuously and could feel my own cum streaming into my panties. I was in daze like euphoric state as we finished.
George and Trevor gently released me and helped me up. My legs were jelly and I felt myself having to lean on them. I kissed them both on the lips and thanked them for a wonderful experience. They both said how wonderful I had been and that it was me they should thank. As we walked back to the changing area, firmly holding Georges hand to keep my balance, I could feel cum running out of my bottom and into my stocking tops and the baby doll sticking to my belly where I’d emptied everything I had. Trevor had one of his hands cupping a sore bottom cheek as I walked between them. The gents left me at the changing area with a kiss and slap on the bum before saying we’d meet back in the lounge after cleaning up. I stripped off, showered, sorted my make up and re-dressed in the clothes I’d arrived in.
I was just about to leave when Carol entered, naked other than holdups and heels. It was only then that I realised she was a biological male. I hadn’t looked at the colour of her bracelet earlier in the evening, I just assumed she was female. She had natural, small, but perfect breasts and a very feminine figure with no noticeable Adams apple. She gave me a big smile and said she’d just bumped into Trevor and that she’d join us for a drink after a quick shower.
We got on really well with Trevor and Carol talking and sipping champagne for hours. They introduced us to more people at the club, including the two ladies Carol had spent the evening with. While George and Trevor were engrossed in a conversation about holidays, I managed to find out how Carol looked so amazing. She’d been on hormones for 3 years now, undertaken facial laser hair removal and surgery to reduce her Adam’s apple. She said the changes caused by the hormones were very hard to cope with for the first 6 months, lots of mood swings, sore nipples and low libido but Trevor had been her absolute hero throughout. I asked which clinic she’d used and she immediately mentioned the lady doctor who’d overseen my initial sexual health check for the club.
Travelling home with George in the private hire car we were both overly clingy and kissy with each other. I sensed George needed to talk so asked him to be honest with me on how he felt about our play room experience. He admitted that while talking about it together at home he'd found it incredibly horny, he’d been secretly worried about the reality because he felt very possessive about me. However, he was now a little embarrassed, and felt guilty to say, that seeing me being used my another man, and a hunk at that, had been a massive turn on for him. We laughed, cuddled and I assured him that I just wanted to be with him forever. I added that I was genuinely worried what I’d feel like when he got to be with another woman at the club as I felt extremely possessive about him too.
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