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My life as a sissy cockslut finally begins.
Recap of the first four chapters:
While my French wife is at work in Paris I go on bike rides to the forest in the hope of having sex with random strangers. I get brutally ass-raped by two older guys, then a beautiful blonde MILF who filmed the whole thing takes me to her car and puts my cock in her mouth. Now read on…
Brigitte’s blowjob the back seat of her Maserati was slow and skilful. Despite my huge prostate orgasm in the woods less than half an hour earlier I was soon pumping a new load of cum into her pretty and expertly made-up face. She swallowed it in one gulp then resumed her place in the seat next to me while I pulled up my shorts.
“Thanks,” I said. “I enjoyed that.”
“Me too,” she said. “But it won’t happen too often. Now let me explain our plans”
Over the next 15 minutes she told me that at least once a week I would ride my bike to their home to be dressed and made up by Brigitte. Her 19-year-old daughter Mireille was at university in Lyon and she would choose clothes from the young student’s little-rich-girl wardrobe. As a skinny guy with effeminate features, I would look very convincing, Brigitte assured me.
I would then be driven back to the woodland where I had just been fucked and make myself available to whoever was looking for fun. She and her husband and father would join in and they aimed to make it a regular gangbang with me as the star attraction.
If I didn’t go along with this plan, Brigitte would send her video of me being ass-fucked by the two older men to my unsuspecting wife and to the people I worked for.
I didn’t like being blackmailed, but the more I thought about parading myself in the Bois de Boulogne dressed as a sexy girl and being fucked by anyone and everyone, the more the whole idea turned me on. I made a show of reluctance but agreed to be at their place at 1pm the following Tuesday – five days away. I never stopped thinking about it all weekend.
When Tuesday dawned bright and sunny I was super-excited. What kind of outfit would Brigitte choose for me? What would I do when we got to the forest? Would I walk up and down the road, wait somewhere in the trees, walk about through the trees? Would I use condoms for sex? What if someone dirty and ugly wanted to fuck me?
These and other questions raced through my head as I rode my bike from our apartment in the 15th arrondissement of Paris to Brigitte’s home across the river in the more affluent 16th. She had put the address into my phone and I had already snooped via Google Street View. So I knew it was a big house that only the very richest of Parisians could afford.
I turned up on time, pushed a button on the video entry phone and waited while the big metal gates slowly swept open. I wheeled my bike inside, propped it against a side wall then walked through the open front door.
“Up here!” called Brigitte as I reached the bottom of the staircase. I followed her voice into a luxurious bedroom with its own bathroom and separate dressing room lined with expensive-looking clothes on hangers with shelves full of fancy high heels and designer handbags.
“These are all Mireille’s,” said Brigitte with a sweep of her arm. “She’s a skinny little thing just like you. But it’s a very warm day so you won’t need a lot of clothes.”
Fifteen minutes later I was standing in front of the mirror admiring my own reflection. I was dressed in a pink two-piece outfit in super-light linen consisting of a camisole top and very flimsy mini-skirt. In between the two, my super-flat midriff was on glorious display. With a pair of gold flat-heeled sandals on my feet, an ethnic ivory choker round my neck and – the crowning glory – a long red-brown wig covering my short black hair, I really did look like a sexy girl dressed for a warm summer’s day in the park.
Underneath the skirt I wore barely-there pink panties in a matching shade of pink. We decided that I should leave my flat chest unboosted and I didn’t wear any kind of bra. Just looking at myself dressed like this was giving me a hard-on which tented out the skirt.
“Well, aren’t you the perfect autogynephiliac,” said Brigitte with a giggle in her voice.
“I’ve heard of that,” I replied. “Remind me what it is?”
“A man who gets sexually aroused by the thought of himself as a woman,” she told me.
“Guilty as charged – I guess that’s me,” I admitted.
After a final moment to adjust my wig, we went down the stairs arm in arm. Kevin and Eric – her husband and her father and my forest rapists – greeted us with admiring whistles.
“What’s your girl name?” asked Kevin. “Have you thought of one or shall we decide?”
“I’m Harriet,” I said with a little curtsey and a quick flash of my pink panties. Both men whistled again and Eric reached out a hand to squeeze my ass cheek.
“Shall we, Harriet?” he said, twirling the keys to his Maserati around his finger.
Ten minutes later we arrived at the Route de Sevres à Neuilly opposite the Grand Cascade waterfall and drove for 100 metres before coming to a halt on the left-hand side. On our right was the patch of quiet woodland I had read about on the Lieux de Drague hookup website. That‘s where I found Kevin sitting on a branch five days earlier and where he and Eric had brutally fucked my ass despite me imploring them not to. The fact that Eric’s upwardly curving eight-inch cock had then given me the most pleasurable orgasm of my life had somewhat undermined my protests.
“OK Harriet,” said Kevin as we drew to a halt. “Go and slowly walk up and down the other side of the road, swaying your hips and hitching up your skirt hem like you did back at the house. Someone is bound to approach you. Unless you think the guy is dangerous or dirty and smelly, you will flirt with him, lick your lips, touch his face and arms and invite him to go into the forest with you.”
“What are you three going to do?” I asked. After a moment’s pause it was Brigitte who replied.
“We have our own agenda, Harriet,” she said. “It’a long game we are playing and we are not telling you the details just now. All we can tell you is that one, two or all three of us will appear once you have started playing and we will join in unless the other party is opposed to that. Now go and strut your stuff.”
I took a deep breath, opened the car door and stepped out into the road. Trying my best to sway at the hips, I began to parade up and down like a whore waiting for a john to pick her up. That’s exactly what I was, I realised, except that unlike the mostly ugly Brazilian transsexuals working less than half a mile away, I was going to give it away for free.
Less than five minutes later a large white Citroën cruised slowly past me, the driver staring intently in my direction. Not far down the road he did a U-turn, drove right up to me and lowered the window as he braked to a smooth halt.
“Hello young lady,” he said with a smile. “You are very beautiful.”
“Thank you sir,” I replied. “You’re rather gorgeous yourself.”
It was true. He was good-looking, in his mid-forties and prosperous-looking. Remembering my instructions, I stepped up the car window, licked my lips lasciviously and touched him on the cheek.
“Want to join me in the magic forest?” I asked.
He laughed. “Magic forest? What kind of magic will I find there?”
Very slowly and deliberately, I lifted the front of my skirt so he could see my cock, now fully erect, bursting out of my tiny pink panties. I held the skirt up as he reached out his hand and began to stroke my shaft.
“Yes, that’s just the kind of magic I like,” he said. “Let’s go, shall we?”
To be continued in Part #6
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