#Bisexual #Blackmail #Cheating #Gay
My future life as a sissy cockslut is explained to me by a hot blonde MILF as we sit in her Maserati.
Recap: while my French wife is at work in Paris I go on bike rides to the forest to have sex with strangers. I was hoping to play with trannies but ended up being roughly fucked by two men. Then I see that a woman is filming the whole thing.
Between gasps for breath and jolts to my body as her husband kept ramming his cock in and out of my ass, I tried to talk to the woman pointing her phone at me. She had just been introduced as Brigitte.
“Hey! Stop! You can’t do that without asking,” I said weakly.
“Too late – I already have.” she replied with a smile. She kept her phone pointing at me while slowly walking around the surrounding trees so she could film a close-up of my back end being pounded.
Meanwhile, her husband Kevin was increasing the pace of his thrusts. With a loud cry of “Oh… aah…aah… oui!” he spurted his hot seed inside me. After a pause to catch his breath he pulled out of my ass and I felt his (and his father-in-law Eric’s) spunk begin to drip down my thighs. I was exhausted and my legs were shaking so I didn’t try to move. I was bent over a low branch with my ass in the air and my legs apart. I glanced over my shoulder and saw that that Brigitte, wife and daughter of the two men who had more or less raped me, was filming a close-up of their man-juice leaking out of me.
“Push a bit more spunk out of your ass, darling,” she said. “I want to see bigger blobs.”
“You’ve got a fucking nerve,” I told her. “What are you planning to do with that video?”
“Well, that depends on you, dear boy. We’ve decided to turn you into our pet girly and I’m going to dress you up beautifully for all of your visits to the forest from now on. If you go along with that then no one but us will see how much you love getting ass-fucked by men. If you don’t, on the other hand… well…”
“That’s blackmail,” I said. “You’ll post it on a porn site if I say no, I presume?”
“Oh, much more than that. The right people might never see it if that’s all we do. We’ll send it straight to your wife and the people you work with. Then we‘ll put it on all the porn sites.”
Her answer stopped me in my tracks and I had to stop and think. Finally, I said: “How can you do that? You don‘t know who I am.”
“Well my darling, we didn‘t know. Until my clever dad found your phone in your jacket, that is. While you and I have been having this nice chat he has, I think, been taking pictures of all your relevant contacts.”
I followed her glance and saw that Eric, still standing there naked after fucking my ass, was indeed holding my phone and taking pictures of the screen.
“Your phone wasn’t even locked, silly boy,” Brigitte told me.
Damn. Normally it did have it locked but I’d got into the habit of unlocking it during bike rides so it was easier to look at en route. The consequences of this stupidity suddenly detached me from reality and I could only gaze up into the treetops. The sky was blue, the birds were tweeting, the traffic was passing on the road up the hill. Thousands of people were passing through and getting on with their lives.
I, on the other hand, thanks to a few rash decisions and one stupid error, had placed my whole life in the hands of a strange collection of sex fiends who had their own weird plans for me. I had to ask myself What kind of woman was happy to see her husband AND her father fuck a guy in the ass? And watch her father take her husband’s balls in his mouth? The answer, I had to admit was a very sexy woman. Tall and slim with long blonde hair, perfect apple-shaped tits with nipples pushing against the tight fabric of her designer T-shirt. Skin-tight pale blue denim cut-offs, trainers with white schoolgirl socks, face nicely made up.
I broke out of my reverie when she rummaged in her handbag, came out with a packet of wet wipes, then walked up to me and began cleaning my face, which was still caked in dried cum from Kevin’s first ejaculation. Then she got to work on my neck and chest, cleaning off the still damp residue of my own climax while Eric’s curving cock was deep in my ass.
“Right my dear,” she said. “Now you’re all cleaned up, get dressed. Then we”ll go and sit in the car and talk about our exciting plans.”
I pulled on my shorts, T-shirt and jacket then followed her through the trees to the road where she blipped a key and the doors opened on a large silver-green Maserati saloon which had not been there when I locked up my bike less than an hour ago. I’d been expecting a Mercedes, Audi or BMW. But a Maserati? That means serious money. What the hell was I getting into?
Brigitte pulled opened a rear door and got in. She scooted across the seat and patted the one next to her. I took the hint and climbed in. After closing the door, I turned towards her.
“What’s all this about?” I demanded. “Why are people from a rich family blackmailing a nobody who they fucked in the woods just so they can turn him into transvestite? Also, how come you don’t mind your husband and your father have gay sex with strangers – and each other?”
“So many questions!” she said. “I have one for you. Are you a fan of the Rolling Stones?”
“What? Don’t change the subject!”
“I’m not changing the subject. Do you know what Keith Richards of the Rolling Stones said to a prosecutor in an English court in 1967 when he was on trial for a drug offence?”
“Um, sorry, I have no idea.”
“What he said before a judge and jury was: ‘We are not old men. We are not worried about petty morals.’ This is the best way I can express my family’s credo. It helps that we are rich, yes. It helped that Keith Richards was quite rich at the time. It is the privilege of wealth. You do not have to follow the petty morals that rule the lives of ordinary people.”
“Well, bully for you, rich girl. That’s all very nice but where do I come in?”
“You, my dear boy, are the person we have been looking for. A young man, petite, slim and smooth, who could pass for female with the right clothes and make-up, while at the same time having a nice cock which gets hard and can cum. And because you live a straight life with a wife and a job, you have something to lose. Sorry to be so blunt, but that means you have to do what we say or suffer the consequences.”
I paused to think about what she was saying. I had never cross-dressed before but the idea seemed strangely attractive. I was sure that if looked like a woman I would feel less conflicted about being fucked by men. And the events of the previous hour had demonstrated just how much I liked being roughly fucked by powerful men. I was also very attracted to the woman sitting next to me. She was exceptionally powerful in her own way.
Brigitte interrupted my thoughts by lightly resting her hand on the front of my shorts. Much to my own surprise, I was rock-hard again.
“Well Harry, what have we here?” she asked. “Is that for me? That’s very flattering and I appreciate the compliment. Now please just lift your ass off the seat…”
I did as she instructed and she pulled down my shorts down to my knees, exposing a proud six inches of a highly aroused male member.
“It will be my great pleasure to take care of this for you, darling,” she said. Then she pushed me back against the plush leather seat and took my cock into her warm and welcoming mouth…
To be continued in Part 5
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