Author’s Note

This is a whole new theme and area for me; please forgive me if I’ve made some technical mistakes…. it’s a complicated world that I’m just learning about.

Mason, my last boyfriend had been hung like a carthorse and was; to say the very least sexually adventurous which made for a wonderful few months a couple of years ago for me, but even though I’d even gone as far as making some sexy videos with him and having a wild girl on girl threesome too; I dropped him when I found out his ‘adventurous’ side wasn’t limited to just me … so it all came to an acrimonious end following a holiday in Crete.

Once I’d got past the crying and drinking stage, I immersed myself in work taking on any extra jobs in the office; anything as long as I didn’t have to go back to my empty flat.

I’m Nikki; 24, quite pretty in an ‘innocent looking’ sort of way, with a cute turned up nose, naturally blonde hair that’s shoulder length; 5ft 5, with a slightly curvaceous 32b 24 34 figure and sparkling green eyes.

Even before being with Mason; and probably why I’d been drawn to him in the first place, I’ve loved sex ever since my teens …. with very little being out of bounds.

I know men fetishize stockings and ladies lingerie; but so do women …. well, I certainly do. Even at work I regularly wear hold ups under my skirts or dresses and my underwear is all the time the expensive sexy kind. Which is how I knew that my slump was coming to an end, eventually forgoing my trousers and dressing in my collection of hold ups and sheer tights under my skirts or low cut dresses knowing it would draw attention from male colleagues and men in the street alike.

Then as December came around some girls in the office organised our Staff Christmas party in a town about twenty miles away, that would begin at a pizzeria followed by a ‘surprise’ which probably meant a sleazy disco or something.

As I was coming out of my slump I decided to go … what could possibly go wrong?

I’d been on a few nights out with friends on the preceding weekends; regularly getting ‘hit on’ by guys; but choosing for once in my life to ‘keep my hand on my ha’penny’ and just tease them.

For the Christmas Party I was wearing a pretty revealing floaty dress with chiffon panels that let everyone know I wasn’t wearing a bra; and underneath black stockings and suspenders.

We met at the allotted time and it’s fair to say a couple of my married colleagues were dressed just as sexily in the hope of a Christmas knee trembler.

As the bill was being paid Carol was still being elusive about where we were going next; but it was ‘walking distance’ even in our heels.

Ten minutes later we turned a corner and saw where the party was gonna be continued; a Drag Revue Bar!

I’d already had over a bottle of wine and was well up for it; as was most everyone else. A table near the front had been organised for us and we had a wild night. The acts were absolutely disgusting ….. which was just what I needed; I laughed so much I swear I even pee’d a little bit!

When the revue finished a disco started and I was first on the floor; not caring one iota that when I danced my dress rose up exposing my stocking tops and suspenders; why would I? The room was full of women …. or not; as it turned out!

As the night went by a couple of the acts joined us on the dance-floor as well as some Tgirls who had been in the audience.

I didn’t have a care in the world as a tall Tgirl in a sexy PVC dress and thigh high boots seemed to single me out and get very feely touchy when a Prince song was played; in fact I got a bit carried away; grinding my crotch into hers as she slid her hands up the back of my dress to squeeze my arse and stroke my stocking tops.

My best friend Sandie wondered it hilarious as I staggered back to the table with a twinkle in my eyes.

As I took a big gulp of wine I saw the Gurl in the red PVC was smiling at me and nodded for me to join her and her friends; but I resisted …. as Sandie reminded me that our mini-bus was due in ten minutes.

While my friends retrieved their coats I went in the toilets for a pee and when I’d finished and opened the cubicle door Miss PVC was waiting for me and pushed her way in closing the door behind her. With no words she held my hips and kissed me full on the lips; sliding a long thick tongue into my mouth; which I drunkenly responded to with my own tongue.

Before I knew it her left hand went around my back and her right up my dress …. oh my God, her fingers stroked the front of my silk thong then with well practised ease pulled them to one side and slid a finger up my pussy; all the while we remained kissing.

My eyes were like saucers as her finger wound itself ever deeper in my hole; and I was only broken from my trance when I heard Sandie calling for me.

“Come back to mine Babes.” Miss PVC sexily whispered as her finger found my clit which really made me squirm.

“I can’t ” I slurred; then lied, ” I’ve got to get back for …. my kids.”

“Oh.” she pouted and looked disappointed behind her long black false lashes, “maybe next time?”

I nodded as I rearranged my dress, and called back to Sandie that I was on my way; just as Miss PVC began licking the finger that had been inside my sticky pussy.

She moved to let me out and I instantly regretted not taking her up on her offer. Sandie knew me all to well; and on the bus ride home probed me for for answers as to what I’d been up to … and for once I stayed schtum; not knowing how she’d have responded; although I doubted she’d have been shocked.

Getting to sleep was a issue as all kinds of things were going through my head; there was only one thing that was gonna relax me …. well only one thing when I was alone! So I pulled a long vibe out of the bedside drawers and half an hour and two sweaty orgasms later I was fast asleep.

Saturday was company as usual; tidying the flat, doing the weekly washing and then shopping in the afternoon.

On the evening I was baby-sitting at my brother’s house which was all the time fun; with a pizza and a movie. The kids were in bed by 10 and the happy loving couple were home just after 11.

I still had sexy thoughts about the revue bar but didn’t act on them as I’m a screamer and grunter when I cum.

When I got home I went straight onto my laptop and at first Googled the club but soon went down a Tgirl porn rabbit hole; which culminated with me dressing up in a sexy peep-hole bra and split crotch Knickers Mason had bought me for Valentines Day and topped it off with a sheer pair of tights; which I knew I’d enjoy stroking my kitty through… and I did.

Stroking through the tights was all the time sexy and it generally stopped me cumming too soon ….. but that night I was so turned on it didn’t really work; but that first orgasm was mind blowing and the next two; very satisfying indeed.

Monday and Tuesday went by in a blur although a couple of friends did tease me about my antics in the club; but they were easily brushed off as Angie from marketing had had a knee trembler from a bartender in the smoking area; which took the pressure off me.

On Wednesday I phoned a local taxi firm to understand how much it would cost for a trip to the club; and the price wasn’t as expensive as I’d expected.

So dressed as sexily as efficient; in a pink wrap over mini dress with a deep v on the front which exposed plenty of cleavage; underneath I had on white stockings and a silk G String and six strap suspender belt.

As it was mid week the club was barely half full and the acts were pretty much the same; but no disco at the end. Sadly Miss PVC wasn’t there but I did catch the eye of a big ole Tgirl with a flamboyant dress and a Beehive hairdo and more make-up than Boots the Chemist.

Sadly, I didn’t care …. so when she asked if I wanted to ‘go outside’ I meekly agreed. We walked hand in hand past a couple of smokers before she found a secluded spot, where she roughly squeezed my tits through my dress then forcefully kissed me. Soon her hand pulled my dress open and she roughly squeezed my arse, eased my G-String down a few inches then huskily whispered “open your legs.”

Which I did, and seconds later a long thick finger pumped in my fanny making my legs shake.

As I acclimatised to her abrasive fingering I decided to reciprocate, running a hand up her muscly stocking covered thigh and finding what I was looking for tucked inside a pair of French knickers.

As I stroked her cock she used her free hand to pull the strap down on my dress which revealed my titty which she immediately began licking and sucking as a second fat finger was eased into my fanny making me wince.

It took a few seconds of fumbling but I eventually found her ‘clitty’ as she called it and began tugging it until I could get enough blood in to wank. It wasn’t the biggest cock I’d ever handled; but the whole scenario was as sexy as any I’d ever taken part in.

After only a minute or two of my fiercely wanking her ‘clitty’ Miss Beehive began grunting and her fingering nearly lifted me onto tip toes. She stopped playing with my tit and shifted her weight until she could lift her dress up and as soon as it was clear she spurted cum onto my hand, then coughed and grunted as she pulled her fingers out of my pussy.

“Fucking Hell” Miss Beehive panted as she played with her own clitty, “I haven’t cum like that in years.”

I was resting against the wall, frustrated at her fingering having stopped so abruptly.

“Will you let me watch you play with yourself?” She asked in a whisper.

I nodded and obediently held my dress aside and with my eyes locked on hers slowly stroked my slit which was very wet and slimy.

“Do it.” She urged.

With my tit still hanging free I began circling my tender clit which made me bite my lip; then slowly but surely built speed until after maybe two minutes I felt the tingle start in my toes and my alfresco cum made me squeal like the boy in that Burt Reynolds film!

“You horny slut.” Miss Beehive cackled, as she lit a cigarette, “I want to take you home and do incredibly dirty things to you.”

As tempting as that might be I shook my head and pulled my knickers up, then rearranged my dress.

“You’re new here aren’t you?” I nodded.

“Are you coming back again?” I nodded again. “Tell whoever is on the door you’re a guest of Polly-Anna and you’ll get in for free.”

“Thank you.” I muttered as I eased passed her and made my way past the other smokers who I guessed had secretly watched us.

I checked my watch and it was probably time to go home anyway, so collected my coat and caught a taxi from across the road.

Even by my standards that had been wild …. but as I went through the night in my head again as I in bed I knew that I’d be back. … and it would be soon.

I made excuses with my friends about going out locally on Friday night; as I just had to go back to the Revue Bar.

This time I was wearing a black mesh top that was see through with a similar bra underneath and a short black leather skirt that barely covered the suspender straps keeping my black seamed stockings up; in fact my taxi driver did get to see them all the methods through our journey and as I got out I brazenly spread my legs so he could get a glimpse of my see through panties too … in place of a tip.

At the desk I said I was a guest of Polly-Anna and I was let in for free.

I nervously went to the bar and ordered a cocktail to calm myself down but it didn’t work so I quickly ordered a second. I hung around the bar as all the tables were full.

“Well hello sweetie pie” a familiar voice whispered in my ear; it was Miss Beehive and as she kissed me on the cheek her hand went up the back of my skirt and shook my arse.

“All alone again sweetie?” I nodded, “Are you here for more fun sweetie?” Miss Beehive chuckled as she turned to the bartender and motioned for two more drinks; which arrived ahead of the queue of women’s orders.

“You can be my special guest tonight, sweetie.” The fulsome Tgirl smiled and took a sip of her drink. I had no idea what that would entail; but simply said “thank you.” then followed her to a table beside the stage.

For the third time in a week the show was the same but the Friday night atmosphere made all the dirty jokes just as funny as the previous Saturday.

I’d been there about an hour when Miss PVC made herself known; sashaying towards the table on gigantic stilettos and another figure hugging PVC dress that clung to her like a second skin and emphasised her large boobs. She looked absolutely sensational and very pretty too … unlike Miss Beehive; who was off on her wanders meeting and greeting the regulars …. I later found out she was the manageress and a partner in the company.

“Can I get you a drink?” The pretty Tgirl asked. I looked at my fourth cocktail, which was nearly finished and nodded with a sexy smile.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she virtually danced her way between the tables, not even bothering to fend off the hands that were stroking her cute arse and legs. At the bar I saw Miss Beehive approach her and the two began laughing then looked over at me and waved. I waved back, wondering what they were up-to.

Miss PVC came back with my drink and sat beside me.

“I’m pleased you came back tonight …. I was hoping to finish off what we started last week,” She then stroked my knee and gradually moved it up my leg; “You minx …. stockings and suspenders …. again?”

I smiled and shrugged my shoulders. With her hand still on my thigh anyone walking past could see my straps and knickers; but I didn’t care; it excited me when I saw them looking.

“Polly asked me to keep you company, when I said I knew you from last week.” Miss PVC smiled as a finger sneaked across my panties and neatly trimmed pubic area. “She told me that you came back on Wednesday….. and wanked her off outside.”

I was shocked that they’d been so open about me; “so I told her I’d fingered you in the toilets!” She giggled out loud and her finger was now inside my panties and I’d subconsciously opened my legs wider, which allowed her to get a finger tip inside my wet slit; which caught the attention of the singer on the stage who didn’t miss a beat but raised her eyebrows.

Just as we were finishing our drinks Polly-Anna joined us; on spotting the hand up my leather skirt she did the same at the other side, I was already squirming on my seat and with two hands stroking my pubic area in a crowded room made me close to cumming there and then!

The more they touched me the hornier I got and the more I needed to pee. The urge to pee finally took over and just as I stood up as more drinks arrived; but the toilet beckoned.

I was dancing from foot to foot as the toilets were that crowded but I eventually made it into a cubicle but couldn’t get my panties down in time and they got soaked; so after tidying myself up had to take them off and left them on the cistern.

When I got back to the table Polly-Anna stopped me and slid her hand up my skirt as I tried to shuffle past her.

“Our little slut has taken her knickers off! What do you think of that Lady Lily?” Then her stubby fingers parted my labia and she scooped a dollop of my juices off, then fed her fingers to me and I duly licked them clean.

As I stood there Miss PVC stroked my inner thighs and made me tremble. Regardless of being in a room with 100 plus women and Drag Queens I would have relished being bent over a table and fucked like a tramp.

At this stage neither Tgirl had bothered to even ask my name; but that anonymity turned me on even more.

Polly-Anna went on a walk about one more time and Lily leaned in and whispered; “I hope you haven’t got to go home to look after you ‘kids’ tonight.”

I shook my head, presuming she’d seen through my lie;

“We want to take you home …. Polly’s house… fancy that?”

I nodded and smiled; unsure what to say …. but presuming they had something fun and possibly kinky in mind.

After another drink the disco started and Lily pulled me onto the dance-floor and we were the centre attraction as she kept pulling my skirt up to reveal my nakedness underneath; and I kept pulling it back down which she wondered hilarious.

After a while Polly-Anna came over and told us that a taxi was waiting; my heart was beating like a machine gun as I went into the toilets for one last pee …. and it came out like a fireman’s hose.

I could feel all eyes on my after my show on the dance-floor but I didn’t care; I was as horny as hell and ‘up for anything’.

A ‘people carrier’ was waiting for us outside and the driver seemed to know Polly

and Lily, who I sat between on the back seat. We hadn’t even pulled out of the street when they told me to put my arms around their shoulders then my legs were lifted up onto their knees giving them access to my dripping fanny; and my blouse and bra were lifted up with the greatest of ease; and they took benefit by fingering me with as many digits as efficient while both either kissed me or sucked on my tits, while stroking my nylon clad legs at the same time.

I was wriggling with excitement especially when Polly forced a third fat finger in my hole but the whole experience was mind blowing.

The journey took about twenty minutes and I was sweating like a bull as I was bundled out of the cab, into the freezing cold; tits on show to the world and my skirt up around my waist; for what Lily called the ‘slut walk’ to the front door, arms by my sides and told firmly that I wasn’t allowed to touch my clothes. Giggling I tried to run, and because I was wearing high heals my tits bounced like balloons in the wind.

Once inside my skirt and blouse were taken from me leaving me just in stockings, suspender belt and ridiculously high heels; which left me feeling vulnerable but very sexy too.

Polly went straight to a drinks cabinet and poured us all some very large measures of G&T without asking; while Miss PVC put some music on the stereo. As my drink was handed to me, Polly-Anna chuckled; “are you going to be our little plaything tonight?”

I took a sip of gin and it was so strong I had to close my eyes and purse my lips; when I recovered the Tgirls were waiting patiently for my answer.

I nodded, and replied “yes please.”

“Good slut.” Polly-Anna grinned. “From this moment you will address us as Mistress …. now kneel before me.”

Oh my God, this was something Mason and I had fooled around with but this felt like it was gonna be the ‘real deal.’

Lily took my drink and I knelt before them; and out of nowhere a leather studded collar was produced and placed then tightened around my neck; without me saying a word to stop them.

“Put your hands out slut.” Miss Beehive firmly told me; and I did, for Miss PVC to wrap two leather cuffs to my wrists; then my hands were pulled behind me and the cuffs fastened together. I was so excited I was sure my heart might burst.

I was left in this position for a couple of minutes as Miss Beehive and PVC removed their dresses; and their underwear was as sexy and as expensive as anything in my own collection.

Miss Beehive was a bit on the chubby side so it looked like her tits were just puppy fat pressed upwards by a tight bra; but Miss PVC had real tits and they were bigger than mine!

Lily disappeared for a few moments then returned with some clothes pegs …… OH SHIT!

I’d not done this before but had watched a video the previous night …. so knew what to expect; and like the slave in that film; knew I couldn’t say ‘no’ as they slowly clipped them onto my nipples; two each which stung worse than anything a wasp can do; but I toughed it out; then weakened when Lily attached them to my protruding labia; which made me squeal and whimper.

“Bad slut.” Miss Beehive sighed, then slapped my swinging tits. “I’m sorry mistress.” I panted as my soft tissue tingled.