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What I like best
about my roommate Marcia St. Denis is her taste in clothes. And I am doubly lucky since we are the same size and she doesn't care in the slightest if I wear her clothes. She has lots of very "girly" things whereas my taste runs to the more exotic. Perhaps that is reflective of our backgrounds as I am a light skinned Indian from exotic, tropical, scented Bombay and Marcia is as white and anglo saxon as they come. Besides she likes my kinky clothes and steals them for herself from time to time as well. We met at the ad agency when Marcia started her new job as an art director. We were assigned to work together on her first day, which was lucky. As soon as I saw her I knew we were destined for each other. You see, as passable as a trannie can be... even after spending thousands of dollars on hormones and laser hair removal and implants and collagen injections and Adams apple shaving and hip enhancement and a nose job, another tgirl can always tell. And I am as much of a tgirl as they come since I have been cross-dressing since I was 8 yrs old and living full time as a girl since I left home to attend university at age 18. Now here I am, age 24, working as a copy writer at a big London ad agency with none of my coworkers having the smallest inkling that the beauty queen (their name for me, not mine!) that has been working with them for 4 yrs has a 7" cock tucked away in her tight satin thong. I am a soft golden brown with big green eyes and I saved enough money 3 yrs ago for a lovely pair of 36C titties. Mmmmmmmmmm, I really LOVE my big titties, especially the way the hormones I take have made my aureoles grow to be about 2" in diameter and my nipples elongate to at least a half inch when I get horny.... which seems to be ALL THE TIME!!!!!!!!!!! What is really nice is that I no longer have to wear my silicone falsies. As they say... Better living through chemistry!!!! Until I saw Marcia, I was living a double life. By day I worked as a pretty, slightly sexy but demure copy writer who seemed shy and fended off the boy's advances and by night I was a hard living, highly sexed, fetish drag queen dominatrix. I almost lived at some of the kinkier clubs and had a regular clientele who paid me embarrassing sums to treat them as the scum they wanted to believe they were. I made enough money catering to their needs to allow me to live in a penthouse apartment on the Thames. But once I saw Marcia, I knew my single days were over. Mind you, she had no idea what I was thinking or who I was. But she was about the cutest, sweetest little thing I had ever seen. And one look told me all I needed to know. In fact, I don't think it was more than an hour after we met that I caught her heading off to the ladies room and followed her. She had no sooner entered a stall when I slipped in with her and held my hand up to her mouth and slipped my other hand up her (very) short, (very) tight pink dress to feel the telltale bulge in the front of her panties. I thought she was going to faint but I just smiled and sank to my knees and pulled her quickly stiffening girlcock out of her panties and slowly let my hungry lips slide over the head. Mmmmmmmmmmmm, she tasted sweet and the perfume she sprayed between her thighs had my head spinning. I don't think it was more than 5 minutes before she was pumping one of the biggest loads of deliciously sweet creamy thick cum into my mouth that I had ever experienced. Oooooo this was going to be fun... knock-out girly sexiness with an enormous cum load spewing out of her cock. I caught her as she was about to faint. The force of her cum had caught her completely off guard. And as I slowly let her sit down on the loo I lifted my own short, tight, lavender leather skirt and reached into my animal print satin tap pants panties to free my own raging hard on and then forced it into her unsuspecting mouth and past her fat, collagen filled lips. She looked up at me through unbelievably long implanted eyelashes and smiled and then reached up with her long, elegant fingers tipped by spectacularly long, perfectly painted nails and gently wrapped her hand around my huge penis and pumped me in and out of her mouth until I came a torrent load down her throat. I didn't say a word to her the whole day, regardless of what she said to me or how longingly she looked at me. I couldn't afford to let anyone in the office know a thing about me. To them I was a good girl... a sweet thing... an innocent with great taste in clothes and shoes. A year later, Marcia is my flatmate and we share everything from clothes to shoes to wigs to perfume to makeup to hormones which we inject into each others soft plump butts to a single large king size bed in a perfectly decorated totally femmed out room.... (Marcia's taste).... to men. And not just a few men... LOTS of men. All kinds of men. Rich men. Old men. Big men. Small men. Foreign men. Home grown men. Married men. Gay men. Just men. All with cocks. All with cum. Lots of cum. We were soul mates. Marcia with her innocent, sexy, Marilyn Monroe look and me, Gina Rose with my dark, exotic, eastern spiciness. And so we were the flirtiest tgs around. Gina & Marcia. And one day for a dare we decided to go to a new bar (pub) at the other end of town which we had heard about but had never seen. But instead of traveling discreetly in the car like we usually do, we decide we'd go by bike. My Ducatti. We both have great toned bodies, tight and taut, much like a female athlete's body. That was probably due to the fact that we both liked to work out. We had to in order to keep our girlish figures. Marcia has nape of the neck length strawberry blonde hair while I have shoulder length curls in deep dark brunette with blonde streaks. So there we were at 9 in the evening heading to the other side of town dressed up as hot and sexy as usual but with just a touch of female punk biker look. You know, leather and ringed chokers and studded bracelets. Marcia was wearing a shiny black skin tight leather bolero jacket with matching micro-mini and thigh high patent boots. Her thick eyeliner slanting upwards. Her blonde hair framing her face perfectly. I was wearing a micro-mini blue lycra dress. My hair was pushed back from my face with one of those invisible bands, and on my feet I wore strappy stilettos with a fur trim in the front and I had put on heavy and very flirty make up. We definitely looked like two high-class sluts out for it. On the bike, our minis barely covered our butts. From the front there weren't any tell-tale signs our penises which were neatly hidden by our thong panties. Marcia was up front driving while I sat behind. We giggled like crazy as we blatantly checked out at all the guys who were eyeing us as we rode by. It was still too early to reach the pub so Marcia decided we'd race a little on the outskirts of town. We found a nice desolate road, and we were speaking about the usual girly stuff, talking about some of the guys we had spied earlier when suddenly Marcia noticed a Rolls with dark tinted windows behind us. I had to giggle when Marcia told me to tease whoever was in the car. And she slowed down a bit while I gently lifted myself from the seat and waved my (rather beautiful) butt at the car suggestively. How we howled and giggled as it sped by. It was great to think that some poor soul was teased out of his wits. 2 minutes later there was another car following us like the previous one. This time we decided to go further. We stopped, bent over the bike, lifted our already scandalously short skirts and wiggled out butts at the car. It drove by and we got back on the bike and went on our way. Then we decided it was time up to head back to the club so we cut across and through the park. We were riding peacefully along, when Marcia noticed one of the cars behind us again. Suddenly it didn't seem funny. Just as we thought of trying to break away, another car swung across the road in front of us, effectively blocking the road. It was the first Rolls. Our hearts sank and our stomachs were in our throats. We just sat there frozen on the bike. The doors opened and our worst nightmare felt like it was about to come true. There in front of us stood a bunch of very big and very black hoodlums. 6 of them in each car. Dressed in their vests and loose jeans. "Yo, what we gots here?" one of them said. "Looks like we done found ourselves 2 mighty fine white whores." "Oooee, been a long time since I did some bitches like these," said another. By now they were all around us. We stood there back-to-back. One of them grabbed me by the face and slipped his hand up the front of my legs. The look on his face changed fast. "Hey, niggas, these here ain't bitches. These be little bitchboys." The others howled with laughter. "Nice paint job, bitch" said the one facing Marcia. "You wanna be girls? Well den, we gonna treat you like girls." We were too scared to speak back. "So what's yo name baby?" one of them asked Marcia, grabbing her hair. "Marcia" she mumbled. "And your sister?" the same one asked. "Gina," I whispered back. "Well, Marcia.... Gina, let's see how your asses handle niggah meat. You know what they say? Once black, never back... and you two girlboy hos gonna find out. Now, ain't you?" one of them said. They pushed us into one of the cars and drove further into the bushes where nobody would see or hear us. Then we were both rudely pushed out and tumbled onto a soft blanket of leaves. The guys then turned on some gangsta rap and started to leer at us. Smiling and slowly rubbing their cocks through their pants. One of them sat on the hood of the car and beckoned to me. He wanted me to walk towards him. When I got in front of him he pushed me onto my knees. I knew what he wanted and slowly unzipped his pants and pulled out a huge 8 inch penis, black and pink. I thought I would choke on it. And then I nervously started to go down on him. I heard someone behind me say, "You too sister." >From the corner of my eye, I saw Marcia unzip his pants and devour another 8 inch shaft. The guy behind her was staring at her leather-covered butt. He unzipped himself. When his dick came out it startled me. It must have been at least 11 inches and thick like a baseball bat. He'll kill Marcia with that I thought. Suddenly, he lifted her butt and inserted his finger. I could see Marcia wiggle and begin enjoying it. Meanwhile the guy whom I was going down on started to buck and thrust. I felt a pair of hands on my butt too. Then I heard Marcia scream. "Oh no, he's trying to enter Marcia," I thought. The poor dear, there was no way she could take all that cock even if she wanted to... which I began to suspect she did. But I have to admit that it looked like she was begging him to stop. These big black horny guys just laughed when they heard Marcia scream. Instinctively, I felt my legs tremble. The guy behind me was pushing the thin strip of my thong aside and pressing his penis against me. I was hoping to hell that I'd open up the best I could. His cockhead felt big but luckily it didn't hurt yet. No, mine went in smoothly. I knew it was big but oh, did it feel good. By that time Marcia had stopped screaming. I think she was stunned into silence with all that meat inside her. But then I knew she was beginning to enjoy it. Me too. I started moaning loudly too, begging my black loverboy to keep fucking me. Hard and fast. The guys were grunting. Their friends wanted to take their place. The one I was going down on started to buck and suddenly shot down my throat. And then I could hear Marcia start to have an orgasm. Someone said, "Hey, this bitch is coming too. She likes it. Give it to her boys. Make her hurt. Make her regret that she ain't a real ho and can only tease us boys." But Marcia couldn't stop her guttural groans of passion and lust. I knew she had come. The guy behind her was still thrusting and fucking and trying hard to shoot his load up her asspussy. Meanwhile they made me stand with my hands on the hood of the car while one of the guys behind me continued to fuck me really hard. Before I knew it I was having an anal orgasm.... then another..... then another. I couldn't stop cumming. I knew that moment I was a total whore. A total slut. A cock hungry, cum thirsty boycunt. Somebody else had thrust his dick into my mouth at the same time the monster shot his load inside Marcia. I could tell from his grunts and from her squealing. It must have been a bucket. It went on like that for an hour and a half. We both felt bruised and tired from all that cock. They all took turns on us. The high point for Marcia was when one of them was fucking her in the standing position and his thrusts made her jump. I could tell it sent her into sex dream land cuz I saw her eyelids roll back and her cock spew cum all over his stomach. For me, it was when the guy with the 11 inch monster had me lying on my back with my legs in the air while he was pounding his meat into me while 2 others held my hands down. Luckily, I was completely opened up by then so it didn't hurt much. In fact, it felt heavenly. I must have come three times in my butt while he was inside me and once I even wet my panties. He finally he came like a hose pipe and my butt was so full that it squirted out past his dick. Both of us were on the verge of tears hoping that they would stop. And finally they did. We were sweating, our hair was a mess and our brains had gone haywire. Cum was oozing out of our butts. One of them kissed me on the hand said "Thanks, bitches" and then they drove off. Marcia looked at me. We both knew that despite the fact that we hurt, we really enjoyed it. It was a bit more than we bargained for but it was what we had started out that night in search of: cock. Lots of cock. So we hugged each other and cried out sissy tg hearts out, then walked back to our bike. I felt like I wanted to go to the loo, so I ran towards the grass and squatted down. But it as only cum oozing out of me. On the bike ride home I could feel it ooze out of Marcia too. Our panties were soaked with cum. We were so sexed up and crazy for more cock that we headed for the pub. The guy at the door thought that we had been in fight. We went to the ladies room to clean ourselves up and redo our makeup. Once back in the club we sat down in our favorite cubicle and as we were served our drinks 2 guys joined us to make small talk. It wasn't going to be easy telling them we couldn't take them in the ass. But our mouths were still soft and wet and needed filling. |