Years ago, I had a girlfriend called Julliane, who lived right on the south coast. She was always adventurous - she like to ride in the passenger seat of my car with her top off, playing with her huge tits (she was a bit chubby, but they were still a magnficent sight). She loved sex out of doors, where she could be seen, though she never wanted to get it off with a stranger. She liked to flash her pussy though, and we often went to the pub with her wearing just stockinds and suspenders under her mackintosh. Once I managed to undo the buttons without her noticing, then flashing the coat wide open. She quickly closed it again, blushed and swore she'd get me back, but I could tell she loved it. We went back to her flat and she just jumped on top of me as soon as we were in her hallway. She had another little fetish. She loved the feeling of her nylon-clad legs being brushed by another set of nylons. The first time that she asked me to wear stockigns when we made love, my heart missed a beat. Had she rumbled my little secret? But no, it was a genuine need of hers. Soon I didn't need to be asked, but just put the stockings on whenever either of us fancied a fuck. One night, slightly drunk, I surprised her by asking if I could put on her white satin basque instead of her suspender belt. She looked at me curiously, but agreed willingly and we had a great fuck. She suggested that I wear it for her on a couple more occasions; I feigned reluctance, but she could tell that it wasn't genuine. I've always had s thing for leather and pvc. I suggested that we should get her a pvc maid's outfit. She agreed and we bought one over the web. It duly arrived; she tried it on and though she looked very horny in it, it was a bit too tight. "What a pity" I said, with heartfelt feeling, as I knew that any serious activity would rip the seams. "Let's not waste it" Julianne, responded. "That would be such a pity; it wasn't cheap. Let's see how you'd look in it." I laughed and said no, but we both knew that I didn't mean it. Soon, I was in a basque, shear black stockings, pvc panties, and the dress. I looked pretty hot and got very turned on, a fact that didn't escape her notice. A few days later, when I was staying with her again, she produced a black bob wig and high heels, size, 10. Julianne insisted on adding make-up and we had a little role play session. However, I'm not really sub and she's not really that dom, so it felt wrong. Being dressed that way still really turned me on, though, so we had a great shag - Julianne couldn't keep her hands off my legs, unless they were stroking that pvc. A couple of weeks after the incident in the pub, I turned up at her flat and let myself in. Shortly afterwards, the telephone rang. It was Julianne, saying that she was sorry, but she would be a couple of hours late, so could I amuse myself until then? Without a television in her flat, I thought of going down to the pub on my own, but didn't fancy it. What I did fancy was getting into that maid's dress and a littlf fondling myself, ready for when Julianne got home. I put on her (well, more my by now) black basque, smoothed a pair of stockings onto my legs and clipped them up. PVC panties came next. I then had my first attempt at applying my own make-up: too heavy on the eyeshadow and foundation, smudged mascara and blurred lipstick, but not too bad when I put the bob wig on. On went the dress, some elbowlength gloves in pvc (with no finger ends) and the high heels. Finally, I stood up and started admiring myself in the lounge mirror. Mmm, I really fancied myself. I slipped my cock out of the side of the pvd panties. It sprang up and I gave it an affectionate fondle or two. Just then, I heard the door and Julianne walked in. Actually, no it wasn't Julianne but her two gay friends: Dave and Gary. They stopped open-mouthed and I gaped back at them as my heart hit the floor. They were completely surprised, thinking of me as a dyed-in-the-wool hetro. Tha's how I thought of myself, after all and had always felt uncomfortable when the two of them started getting affectionate to one another. Gary was the first to break the silence. He smiled slyly, and said 'Jullianne's got herself a maidservant. Isn't she horny, Dave?' Dave was staring fixedly at my cock and just nodded. I found my voice. "This is just a game that Julianne and I like to play occasionally. I'm not really into it, but you know her..." "I can see you're heart's not in it from that stiffy you've got going there" countered Gary. "I think it's time that you started getting into role. Get me a whisky and ice, Dave will have a coke and do it quickly" I smiled and said "sure" like I knew it was a big joke, and deliberately minced off ridiculously into the kitchen to get the drinks. I brought them in, handed them over with a flourish, curtsied and said "reckon I could get an oscar for this, boys?" Something touched my leg,it was Dave stroking my stockings and looking up my skirt from his seated position. I jerked back instictively, but Gary was standing behind me. He threw his arms around my waist pinnioning my arms against my side. Gary was a muscle boy, and he'd got me firmly. Dave dropped to his knees and started to rub the backs of my calves through my nylons. Oh my god - I wasn't repelled, the bulge in my panties showed - a few inches from Dave's learing face. He rose to his feet, drew a bottle of poppers from his pocket, took two deep sniffs, held it for Gary to take two of his own, then it was my turn. Amyl really loosens my inhibitions and from that moment I was lost. I stopped trying to struggle, and whimpered gently as Dave's hands rose to the backs of my thihgs and his face moved underneath my short dress and up against my panties. Gary loosened his grip and started to play with my nipple. Dave's hands were on my panties now. Pretty soon he had popped my big stiff cock out, clasped his hands on my butt, wrapped his lips around my cock and started to bob his head. "oooh, yes" I moaned as Gary administered a couple more sniffs to me. "On the couch, all fours" he ordered and I did as I was told, Dave's hand now round the back of my panties. " You little slut" sneered Gary. "Yes", I sighed, " I'm a little tranny slut and I need to be used." I was astonished to hear the words, but sexually on fire. Dave and Gary swapped positions, Dave dropped his trousers and waved his cock in my face. I grabbed it, popped it in my mouth and began to suck greedily. I carried on enthusiatically for two minutes. Dave, pulled out, Gary waved the bottle under my nose - two deep sniffs and my heart raced. " Please fuck me" I heard myself cry. "Thought you'd never ask" muttered Gary. He pulled my panties down as Dave entered my mouth again. I felt Gary's slender cock pushing at my rosebud, then it was in and I squealed with pain. "We'll have to widen you up with a dildo before next time" grunted Gary, who must have felt rather uncomfortable himself. After a few more agonising thrusts, he pulled out, pushed Dave aside and thrust his tool in my mouth. I sucked for all I was worth and was soon rewarded with a hot, creamy blast in my mouth. I almost gagged, but swallowed, grabbed the bottle again and pulled Dave towards me. More slowly, I bobbed up and down until Dave, too, came. I smiled, leant back and became aware that Julianne was standing there, leaning on Gary and smiling. "Such a slut" she whispered, "and I have photographs". She did too. They weren't much cop without the aid of a flash. So she took some more with the flash; I was still so horny I was happy to pose with Gary and Dave at each end, and smiling back into the camera for a face shot. Of course, I regretted it. Julianne posted the only decent shot on the pub noticeboard. But she showed the naughty ones around to anyone who asked. I was hugely embarassed the first time, though surprised at the general reaction. Two guys separately asked me if I'd like to come over and wear the dress for them. I split up with Jullianne when she moved to Scotland a couple of months later. I didn't feel as broken up about it as I thought. I realised why, a few days later when I was irresistably drawn back to the pub. I'd kept the dress and lingerie and it wasn't long before I was serving the guys who showed such interest. Oh and I met up with Dave, Gary and several of their friends on a regular basis. So one way or another, I got over Julianne pretty quickly