The Moral Is, Do Not Gamble!         by Sara Ręver Éveillé & Bethany Jacques

 

Chapter 11

His eyes moved away from my exposed breasts and looked me in the eye, his deep green eyes seemed to glisten they looked like beautiful emeralds. Now was not the time to tell him, but I wanted him so badly. I decided to thank him and satisfy myself by taking him in my mouth.

"Forrest, your a wonderful man, and I want to thank you" I slid down his body and dropped between his legs to kneel on the floor.

I took hold of his zip and slowly pulled it down. I looked up to see his eyes closed he looked relaxed but also slightly pensive as though he was trying to record the events in his mind to savour forever.

I had a little trouble getting the zipper past the massive bulge in his pants, when I got his pants open his briefs were stretched over his erection he had a huge hard-on. I slid my hands up over his hips and pulled his pants down, whilst kissing his bulge through his silky briefs. After dragging them down to his ankles, I reached back up and grabbed his briefs and peeled them down of his erection.

Immediately my lips and tongue were busy on his cock which was now looking straight at me, I began licking the entire length of the shaft and planting soft, wet kisses on his balls. My hands free again after removing his underwear I grasped the base of his shaft with one hand and his ass cheek with the other. My fingers barely closed around his thick cock, which was huge the biggest I had seen, and far bigger than Jacks. 'Typical' I thought, 'just like a Texan to have the biggest!'

My hand slid up his shaft and as it neared the top a drop of clear pre-cum formed on the tip of his cock. I rubbed the glistening fluid around my lips, running my left hand down to the base and then back up and licking a second drop off of the swollen head, he tasted good.

Tilting my head back I looked up at his face, he knew I wanted him. I opened my mouth wide and he placed the head of his prick to my lips. I had both of my hands on his ass cheeks now and was digging my long talons into them. The intensity of my excitement was amazing and as my mouth filled my breathing through my nose got loud and rapid, there was no way any air could get past my stuffed lips.

My mouth was full but I was determined that I was going to take him all in. My breathing seemed to stop as I pulled at his ass, driving his cock deeper into her mouth. I still had a few inches left when I started to choke a little. On reflex I pulled it out slightly and started panting through my nose again.

I lifted my bottom higher and worked my knees back away from him, making a straight line for his cock to slide down my throat. With a few final deep breaths, I once again pulled his ass towards my face. I reached the point I had before, and with a slight pause, I eased the last few inches further in. My back arched as I gagged again, with my hands clamped on his ass, and pulled the final few inches down my throat. I held him there for a second, and then started a slow withdrawal, stopping again when I was able to breathe through my nose once more.

Again a deep breath and again I sucked him all in, this time without a pause wasn't necessary as I took him straight down my throat. My body arched as I pulled in the last few inches, but I didn't stop until my nose was pushed flat against his pubic hair.

This time I took a shorter pause and a quicker pull out, a fast breath, and another straight stroke down my throat. Over and over, faster and faster, I was taking over eight inches of thick Texan cock in my mouth.

His knees started to buckle, and he grabbed the back of my head and started ramming his massive tool into my open mouth. I gagged on every stroke, but never tried to stop him. With one final, long thrust, he buried his entire cock into my mouth and held it there, jerking as he started to cum down my throat.

I stopped and felt my throat muscles moving rhythmically as I swallowed and swallowed and swallowed. Finally I pulled the cock out of my mouth and took a deep breath of air into my oxygen-starved lungs. His juices ran down my lips and chin that I wiped off with the back of my hand then licked it clean. I felt cheap and dirty but well satisfied. Forrest placed his strong hands under my arms and raised me up, and kissed me on the forehead.

"Bethany, that was the best, just amazing, you are an amazing girl, thank you!" he said as he pulled up his pants.

"Thank you Forrest, I hope you don't think I did that just to thank you for the cheque" I said as I stroked his face, my long red nails touching his ear lobes.

"Bethany I hardly know you, but I sense that you are not like some of the other girls here," he paused. 'If only you knew, how true THAT was!' I thought

"And besides I hope you don't think I was just trying to buy you." He finished off

"Of course not, Forrest. I don't do anything I don't want to, and believe me I really wanted that" It was partly true, I did want to satisfy him, but I also wanted to partially thank him too.

"Please stay the night," Forrest asked with those big Emerald eyes boring into me. I wanted too, but how could I?

"Forrest, I'm sorry its late I have had a wonderful evening, but its been a long day and I really need to rest."

"Okay little lady. I understand, but please one last kiss before you go."

I leaned toward him and our lips touched. I could still taste his juices in my mouth, and guessed he could too. I through my arm around his neck and ran my fingers through his hair. His hands were once again on my ass, and I could feel him pulling at my skirt raising it up, then his hand was inside the back of my panties, feeling my bare ass cheeks, I didn't want to stop him but I had to pull away. He looked disappointed, as I eased my way out of his strong arms. I kissed my two of my fingers then placed them on his lips.

"Can I take a rain check?" I asked remembering the sentiment form some television programme.

"Be sure of it!" he said with a broad smile on his face.

"Goodnight, Forrest" I said as I zipped up the front of my dress, with my breasts still out of the basque.

"Goodnight Bethany" he answered as I picked up my bag and placed the cheque inside, and went to the door. I turned the handle and opened it, then halfway out I turned again and blew him a kiss then left pulling the door closed behind me.

Out in the long deserted hallway I took the cheque from my purse and looked at it. God it was beautiful. . It would take Ben months to accumulate that much money yet Bethany had got it without even trying. I kissed it and placed it back in my purse, and caught the elevator back to down to our floor.

I crept into our room, to find Shelly asleep. I went to the bathroom and slipped out of my dress. I stood looking at myself in the large floor length mirror, a tall beautiful blonde girl looked back. What had I become? I looked more female than male now, I even felt more female than male. I didn't want to be Ben again I was happier now as Bethany than I could ever remember being as Ben.

The girl in the refection had smudged lipstick and was dressed in the most provocative underwear. Her large breasts hung over a tight black basque that emphasised her tiny waist and narrow hips. Long slender legs encased in sheer black stockings and perched atop a pair of ridiculously long pointed heels. However between her legs was not what was normally expected, this girl had a penis, peeking out the top of her panties, which at this point in time was erect and aching for relief.

The girl raised her hand from her side and took hold of the erection and began to slowly stroke it. It felt good. Faster and faster she massaged it, until she could wait no longer and ejaculated into the washbasin. Slowly the erection faded until the girl could tuck it once again back into her panties to regain her female appearance.

What was I to do? How was I ever to be 'normal' again, more to the point what was normal now? Tears began to well up in my eyes. I was so confused I still yearned after girls, yet I was equally happy to satisfy men. With this body I knew could do both. I knew I never wanted to look or be masculine again, but I didn't want to lose my penis either. I suppose I had the perfect body for a true bisexual.

I finished undressing and slipped into a white silk nightgown, then washed off my makeup and climbed into bed, within just a few minutes I was fast asleep.

"Sara, SARA, come on wake up we have to get dressed and be downstairs in thirty minutes." Blearily I opened my eyes it was Shelly who was standing over me shaking my shoulder.

"What?"

"You and I are working the same shift, and we have to be downstairs in the casino by 8 o'clock" she said as she disappeared into the bathroom. "Your uniform is in your closet"

Wearily I climbed out of bed and opened my closet door. I found the same short flared white skirt, white see through blouse and gold waistcoat I had seen Shelly wearing yesterday.

"This is a uniform?" I shouted through the door.

"Yes, now get moving or we will be late," was Shelly's answer.

Twenty minutes later I had showered brushed my hair applied my makeup and was slipping my feet into the gold strappy heels, which completed the 'uniform'. Underneath I wore the 'regulation' gold basque and tan pantyhose with 'over the top' gold panties which thankfully were tight to hide my secret quite effectively.

It was just a two minutes to eight by the time Shelly and I walked into the staff quarters next to the casino. It was a small room but inside was a group of about twelve girls all identically dressed. A small bearded Arabic man who Shelly called Samara handed her, then me a moneybag, which we tied around our waists. Then from a long table we picked up a tray each and I then followed her out into the noisy bustling casino. This, I found was the other aspect of the job which Kate had not told me about. I was also a 'waitress' whose duty was to ensure that the Casino customers were gambling and not 'wasting' time at bars.

I followed Shelly around for the first hour as she taught me the basics. I was amazed at how busy the casino was, even at this time of day and although most of the punters there were concentrating on there games, I noticed some of them were giving the waitress's, clad seductive and sexy uniforms plenty of attention too.

I was eventually left on my own by Shelly and given an area to look after. I was kept busy in particular by a group of young American guys playing 'Craps'. They kept ordering just one drink and every time I returned another one would order yet another single drink. Their hands were all over the place grabbing my waist and touching my bottom. One of them called Scott was however quite protective toward me by telling the others guys to 'let her be' and 'behave'. Scott and I made eye contact several times he was really cute and looked very athletic. On one of my many visits to the bar filling up my tray Scott came up to me and sat down on a stool.

"I'm sorry about the way the other guys are treating you, they have been up most of the night drinking and are just having a bit of fun. They mean no harm." Scott explained.

"Is no problem, I can handle myself," I tried to reassure him. As we spoke I could feel a wave of excitement rushing through me. Already I was aching for sex again. I knew Ben had a normal sexual appetite, but Bethany's was insatiable.

"Hi Scott!" Shelly was suddenly stood next to him. "I see you have met our new girl, Sara"

"Yes indeed, and she is doing a damn fine job" he said as he placed his arm around Shelly's waist.

"Now then Scott, you know the rules, no touching allowed!" she said, peeling his fingers off of her side.

"Damn I wish you had told me that earlier Shelly," I said to her "his friends have been pawing me for the past two hours, I thought I had to stand their and take it!"

Shelly seemed to be pretty friendly with Scott, and I guessed that they were 'old' acquaintances. I guessed they wanted five minutes together so I took my tray and went off to deliver the drinks. As I left I saw Shelly whispering in Scott's ear, and a wicked grin come over his face. The rest of the shift was pretty uneventful, it was just a six-hour stint but the end of it exhausted me.

I met up with Shelly again in the back room, and after much pandemonium over the moneybags with Samara we were free to go. We went straight back to our room to find Scott and one of his friends waiting outside with two bottles of Champagne.

"Would you two girls like to come for a drink in our room?" Scott asked. Without even waiting Shelly answered.

"Love to Scott!" and with that she linked arms with him and set off down the corridor. It seemed impolite and Scott's friend looked if anything even cuter. He had short-cropped hair, blue eyes and a real cheeky smile.

"Well I suppose I'm with you?" I said.

"The names Brad" he said offering his arm for me to pass mine through, which I did and we set off following Shelly and Scott.

Brad and Scott were good company and the Champagne was excellent, and it wasn't long before we had drunk both bottles. Brad and I started to cuddle and kiss, I knew I was living dangerously but thought I was well in control. Scott and Shelly were also 'at it' on the other bed, I watched as he stroked her thighs and pushed his hand up her short skirt, as he kissed her.

I needed a pee and excused myself. I was only in there about five minutes but when I came out, all three of them were on one bed, and Shelly was totally naked, except for her stilettos, which she must have put back on after taking off her pantyhose. Brad and Scoot were undressed except for their boxer shorts, and it was Brad who was kissing Shelly now.

Scott held out his hand, as though to invite me over. I didn't know how to react; he then sat up and reached for my hand, which I allowed him to take. I knew immediately it was a mistake but I genuinely ached for Scott, I knew I was ready to be taken by a man, and hoped that Scott would be the one. He gently pulled me over to the empty bed and I fell down onto it next to him.

"Its okay honey, just relax, its a party!" he whispered in my ear, he then took a wad of dollar bills and pushed them down my basque into my cleavage. "Let's see how Brad performs!" Scott said.

I saw Brad take something from a drawer in the table between the two beds. Shelly then held out her wrists as he wrapped a length of Velcro around each one. She then lay down and stretched her hands back to grab the brass rail above the bed, Brad then fastened the other end of the Velcro straps around the rail. She had obviously done this before.

"Shelly likes it a bit rough sometimes" Scott whispered.

She then spread her legs wide, tucking her heels up so her knees were nearly flat against the bed. I could see her pussy lips were wide open, giving us all a clear view. I gazed longingly at the mound of soft, fine hair and pink inner slit with her clit firm and erect. Brad pulled off his shorts and began to kiss her nipples, which were hard and stood proud.

"Fuck me!" I heard Shelly say

Brads hands grabbed her knees and pushed them even further apart while he stuck his tongue deep into her pussy. Shelly moaned, obviously enjoying his attention to her own needs..

"Excuse me," Scott asked as pulled off his own shorts and stood over the top of the bed, "but I hate to waste a perfectly good mouth."

Shelly heard his words and turned her head toward him and opened her mouth. Scott leaned over as he leaned and wrapped his hand around his erection and started rubbing it all over her face. Shelly's tongue danced over his cock whenever it came near, her saliva adding to the pre cum juices he was rubbing all over her face.

Scott started pumping his shaft up and down with his hand, his every outward stroke bringing another drop of pre cum to decorate her lips and chin with. His stroke got faster and faster, and he grabbed the back of her head and pulled it closer.

He held his cock out of reach for a moment, and Shelly got the message and opened her mouth wide and extended her tongue, giving him a target to shoot for. Scott lay the head of his cock on the end of her tongue and continued to pump away for a moment or two longer.

Suddenly he shuddered and a thick flow of milky white semen shot out of his cock and into my roommates waiting mouth. The next stroke brought another squirt shooting out, but Scott's aim was off and it splattered across her upper lip, nose, and by her eye. Two weaker pulses left a puddle of cum on her tongue some running off the side and down on her neck.

Finally he slid his cock along her tongue then pulled away leaving drips from the sides of her mouth and down her chin.

Brad then took his mouth out of Shelly's pussy and while his hands still held her knees wide, he moved up and thrust his cock deep into her wet waiting hole.

Brads cock was not quite as thick but at least as long, if not longer than Scott's was. He was looking down as he fucked her, I watched his prick alternately appear and disappear down her pussy. With each stroke out her tight lips tried to turn inside out as it gripped his erection, each stroke in made her pussy lips try to roll in with his thrusting cock.

His shaft glistened with Shelly's juices, and a large wet spot appeared on the sheet under her ass that showed she had had at least one orgasm already. His tempo of thrusts was increasing, and his balls slapped against her ass as he fully filled her. Shelly's tits were rolling in small circles in time to his penetrations. She was still grabbing on to the headboard, and I could still see Scott's cum all over her face, her eyes were closed and mouth open making grunting noises, no doubt about it, she was really enjoying it.

Brad's shaft was now coated with creamy foam as he whipped up the juices he was shooting into her. He slowed to a stop and with a dazed look in his eyes his shrinking cock popped out of her pussy and a splurge of cum dropped out after it, coating her ass. Brad then rolled over onto the bed totally spent. Shelly dropped her legs down then too lay motionless on the bed.

What I had witnessed had excited me so much I could not hide my excitement and Scott saw me trying to push it down. I didn't stop him when he lifted up the hem of my skirt. I didn't want to stop him.

"What have we here?" he asked as he did so. "Well, well it seems that Sara has got a little extra something down here." He placed his fingers into the top of my gold panties and pulled them open to reveal my erection.

"Well that just fine, and dandy. I got me a 'sheboy' just what I always wanted!" he exclaimed.

I could hardly believe it I was expecting anger so it was with some relief that I offered only token resistance as Scott pushed me back down onto the bed and then over onto my stomach. He then like Brad had done before him opened the drawer and took out some more of the Velcro straps. I offered no resistance as he secured my wrists to the base of the brass rails, there was enough slack to allow me to move my hands but not enough to free myself.

He wasted no time getting in position. I wiggled my hips, as he grabbed my panties and pantyhose and pulled them down my legs. He removed my stilettos, then my underwear and I lay helpless on the bed naked from the waist down with my bottom exposed.

I heard him go through to the bathroom and watched him return with a small bottle of liquid. He squeezed out a handful of the liquid and as he put I down I read the label. 'Moisturiser' it was one of the courtesy bottles. He rubbed some of it onto my exposed pussy hole and the rest onto his huge erection. I remembered the pain from when Kate had taken my virginity with her dildo, and how she told me it would get better, I hoped this would be better than that first time.

Scott climbed up onto the bed and I co-operatively raised my bottom up a little. He then placed his cock onto the entrance of my lubricated hole and slowly pushed his head into my tight ass, and he continued to push with one long gentle stroke.

I could feel my sphincter contract at the invasion, but he ignored the muffled moan from my mouth as he began to pump in and out of my ass.

I pushed my head and shoulders down on the bed, and was moaning partially with pain and partially with joy. I tried to push my ass towards him with every thrust, Scott took the hint and grabbed my hips and increased the tempo, giving me all he had. My pussy hole gradually opened up, as I began to relax and took what Scott could give me.

For the second time in thirty minutes cum boiled up out of his raging cock and shot a load of his hot liquid into me, at the same time I too came, and it was the most incredible climax I had ever experienced. As his cock started to shrink, my ass contracted again and forced his it out, my legs were shaking and I slid down to lie flat on the bed. I was exhausted but thrilled and satisfied that finally a real man had taken me.

I heard a knock at the door and turned to see Scott get up to answer it with both Shelly and I still tied to beds. I had to turn my head way away in horror as I saw Forrest walk into the room.

 

Chapter 12

I dare not look at my dream man, was I really thinking of him like that, and had caught me, like that. I couldn't move, certainly if I could I would have just got up and run, and all would have been revealed and it would all be over. I looked over at him again, but it was Shelly who saved me, she reacted quickly.

"Forrest" she shouted.

Just the one word, I could see her call out. For that one word she deserves an Oscar. With the word, the tone, the volume, the look, she conveyed several messages at once, basically helplessness, 'this isn't our fault, it is these two men' or something like that. Forrest glowered at Scott. Again his look said a lot.

"Right Jenkins, you have twenty seconds to get out. And take your friend with you. And if you breathe one single word of what has gone on here, I will make sure you are both out of the oil business without a cent to your names, and you never work in it again. You know I can do it. Now go."

All those because of the one word from Shelly make that two Oscars. He had an immediate impression that she or I or both of us were being raped, and he had come marching to the rescue. He was a big guy, nearly as big as Scott, would probably have done well but lost in a fistfight. But he had used the power he had, money and influence, and it worked.

Scott looked across at Brad, they both knew what they had to do. Pants were grabbed and pulled on, shirts and shoes, they were out of the door, if not in twenty seconds certainly within a minute. Forrest looked over at us, his glower instantly vanished, replaced by a look of concern.

"Forrest, please" said Shelly, this time imploring him, struggling with the cuffs which held her still to the bed.

I genuinely think he wanted to help me but she was nearest and loudest, he crossed the room and undid Shelly's Velcro fastenings, she moved quickly between us and reached up to caress his cheek.

"Oh thank you, thank you, they were horrible, you were just in time, I really think they were going to do something awful to Bethany."

I realised, I might get away with this! I was face down, OK the bed was soaked with my cum, and my arse was full. But he couldn't see any of that.

I was literally a damsel in distress, Forrest began to move towards me. Shelly was still controlling the situation.

"Please, Forrest darling, can you get my panties, they are over there, on the floor, Scott threw them there."

And as he did, shuffling round to get her bra and panties and her stockings, Shelly undid my own cuffs, handed me my own panties and stood up so she was between us, glancing obviously over at the bathroom. I got up and ran, my back towards them, and was in there.

In seconds I had my panties on, with my cock tucked in very tight, and put on a robe which was hanging in there. I came out I was female again. Well, nearly!

Forrest rushed over and grabbed me, hugged me, I let him but didn't get too involved. Sherry interrupted us.

"Forrest, darling, I need to get Bethany back to our room, cleaned up and so on. Do you mind? I am sure you two can get together later." Back in our room Shelly took control again.

"Right Bethany, strip, take off your makeup, it's a mess, and shower, lots. I'll come in a minute and help you, I think a douche is in order. Scott went too far this time I think I'm sorry I wasn't in a position to help. But at least I think we got away with it with Forrest."

I did shower, I did 'douche' which consisted in shooting warm water up me to flush out Scott's semen, I felt clean again. I redid my makeup, slipped on a shirt-dress and joined Shelly. She had a drink ready for me.

"Shelly, what did you mean by what you said, getting away with in with Forrest?"

"Look here, Bethany, Ben, whoever. You are in a state of change at the moment, I realise, not really knowing where you are heading. Well, I am trying to help you, to cover your options. A real, 'fully-equipped' Bethany, in this situation, could do an awful lot worse than go with Forrest, he's a great guy, loaded, he really cares for you, that's obvious."

"But I'm not 'fully-equipped', Shelly. Nothing can really happen, can it? He's a great guy, I agree, but that's why I can't go in too deep."

"Bethany, I saw the two of you, in the restaurant, remember. You had gone all out, you looked sensational, you had every man in that room drooling over you, a total tart just exuding sex, and yet you only had eyes for Forrest. Look, we've all tried to snag him. Jeannine last year, and Jessica. And me, I had a go. I don't mind telling you we had one hell of a steamy night of sex, I thought I had it made. But no, he thanked me, bought me a diamond brooch, and moved on. But you've got him! Don't throw it away!"

"But I have to, Shelly."

The phone rang, Shelly answered it, muttered something, looked over at me and said "OK, ten minutes, right" into the mouthpiece.

"That's your lover, he is concerned about you. I said you would be in the bar in ten minutes, now, let's get you ready for hunting. Man hunting that is."

She wouldn't be argued with which is why, after quarter of an hour, I strolled into the bar to be greeted by 'my man' as Shelly had called him as we got ready. And I was dressed for the hunt, uplift bra, see-through white top with a plunge neckline, black leather mini and high heels. And I did enjoy it, showing off my body, hearing the mutters from the other men in there as I walked over to him.

"Darling, how are you now?" he asked, he really was concerned.

I reassured him I was totally OK and could I have a Gin and Tonic, I needed it. He got it and led me by the hand outside into the garden area again, we sat on a small bench out of the sun. We talked.

Forrest basically gave me his life story, I had the feeling he was leading up to something and I was not at all sure I wanted to know what. His father had been a successful oil man in Texas in the days of the boom, Forrest had inherited nearly a million and had worked very hard indeed, to turn a profitable company into one of the biggest in the world. He hadn't had much of a social life, working in the fields, in the office, jetting round the world doing deals and so on. But now he wanted some peace, to settle down in a way, to pass on some of the responsibility.

I didn't want to hear what I thought was coming next, but I was slightly wrong.

"Those two troublemakers, I've sent them back to the states to cool down. They are both good workers, they both know I will keep them on if they keep their noses clean and their mouths shut. I don't want to hear any nasty rumours, about MY woman. I reckon that Shelly had something to do with it."

"Oh no" I said, "Shelly's a nice girl."

"A nice nymphomaniac you mean, I remember at the conference last year," He stopped, then he smiled, and kissed me, firmly and deliberately.

"But it does mean for the moment I have to take on some of the workload of those two guys, or at least sort out where to delegate it. So I'm off tonight for a while, back to London first, then Texas, then to Venezuela, then back to the plant up the coast from here. I would love to take you with me but I can't really. How would you like to come back to England to wait for me there?"

That threw me, why not? A guy with his influence, he could get me out of the contract. But there might be problems, my passport and work permit said 'Ben' on them. In no way could I travel with him. No, my safest bet was to stay.

So I did. He dashed off to make arrangements, after an absolutely sensational goodbye kiss. Back in my room, I found Shelly, and Kate, and Jessica.

"So, I understand my little sister got herself fucked" said Kate as I went in. "And got herself a plum boyfriend too, I would love to know how you are going to get out of that?"

"Don't be jealous, Kate" said Shelly. "I reckon she has done very well for herself. You know every one of the girls here has had a go at him, Bethany is the first to be in with a chance. Good luck to her I say."

"Well, all I can say is I would love to be there when he finds out her secret!" said Kate, a bit spitefully.

"And I would like to know what she's been up to with my father" added Jessica. "I had a phone call from him this morning, asking in very dreamy terms how she was getting on!"

They both stormed out. I began to cry a little, I hadn't realised they would be so upset. Then Shelly told me why. Before he left Forrest had talked to the manager of the hotel, and 'bought out' my contract, so I didn't have to work in the casinos there. Basically for the next few weeks I was to be a guest in the hotel, no job required of me, room paid for, he didn't want me having to show off my assets to the other punters.

For a week I did just that, sunned myself, lazed around, chatted to some of the other girls. Both Kate and Jessica eventually apologised, admitted they were really jealous but that really they were pleased for me. But I got bored, just lazing, and even nude sunbathing carefully on my balcony. And most of the girls were so busy sucking and fucking the clients, trying to earn as much as they could, there was no mileage in sex with me. I got frustrated, I realised I was getting more and more randy at the sight of all the sex going on.

AND I realised how inefficient it all was, really. The men were after wives or girlfriends to show off at home, the women were after men, and their money, all on a hit-and-miss basis. I realised there was a role for me, something of an outsider. I started chatting to the girls and to the men, mainly on their own.

The women were glad to talk, to a 'different' sort of girl. And to be honest the men liked to talk to me but hardly anyone tried anything on. I was 'Forrest Gaines's girl', and he was not to be messed with. But I got to know what they were looking for, and I went to find it for them.

During that second week I was matchmaker, seven times! Charles and Cindy, Frederick and Genna, Hubert and Nadine, William and Glenda, Jack and Harriet, even the other Frederick, with Jessica, they vanished overnight!

I was most proud when a rather weedy guy called Thomas came to see me in my room to ask what I thought of Shelly, would she be, willing? He wanted a blonde sex object, he got one, as soon as she found out he had divorced twice already, made massive settlements on the women involved, and was worth nearly $100 million still. She was overjoyed.

OK, there were failures. Simon and Simone also disappeared from the hotel after I had introduced them and told them they were made for each other. I still think they were suited, but two redheaded firebrands together, well, they just set each other off. Apparently they had two nights of solid sex in a hotel in Cairo and ended up bringing another couple in to show off to each other with. And he upped and went off with the woman in the pair. Simone came back, distraught.

But with Kate, no luck, I'm not sure her heart was in it anyway. She still wanted to be a supermodel, to have a career, it was the fame and the money, not just the money, and she was after. Two days before Forrest was due back she came to see me.

"You really do have to think how to handle this, Bethany. I don't think he is at all bisexual. And I didn't know the answer I have to admit. But I do have one idea. We should go to the hairdressers, you need your roots done!" She was right, but how that was going to help me, I didn't know. I should have realised she had something in mind.

"But first, let's have a drink in the bar."

We did, and I got chatting to Simone, trying to console her while Kate went back to her room. I called in on her on my way up that evening she was expecting me. I was amazed when I saw her, dressed as I had never seen her before. Her hair was up and tousled, black PVC microdress, high-heel boots, fishnets, and LONG scarlet nails. She looked at me through long false lashes as I went in.

"Now then dear brother, before we go into town tomorrow, there is one thing I have to do. Come here"

Brother? What was she on about? Anyway I went towards her. She grabbed me and pressed her scarlet lips to mine, I didn't know how to respond. But I didn't have time to, her hands were pulling me towards her, then she pulled down the zip on my dress and pulled my bra down.

"Now then my little she-male brother, I want to see just what you are made of."

"Kate, we can't, it's not right, it's not decent, its...Ooh"

Her right hand had slid up my left leg, over the tops of my stocking, over my thigh, her fingers had snaked their way inside my panties, and she obviously knew exactly what she was doing. The tip of the nail of the right forefinger had just touched the spot, I was in instant ecstasy. I couldn't resist it, my lips touched hers, we kissed hard and roughly, sister or not I was hot!

I just could not resist, my own right hand moved up her thigh and under her panties, she was hot herself and very wet. My cock was now out and throbbing, she rapidly opened her thighs and mounted me, wrapping her legs round my arse. We fell over on the bed, me on top, my cock drove deep inside her, I followed on, thrusting her, penetrating deep, we were both bare-breasted, our titties sweating, glistening, big red swollen nipples sliding over each other. Almost as soon as I had started, I climaxed. Fucking a woman for the first time in months, shooting my load of hot cum deep inside her wet throbbing cunt, revelling in the joint explosion as her own orgasm shook her body from delicious red toenail to the top of her head.

We thrust together for a while, the most climatic orgasm I had ever had with any woman. Probably because I had not done it for so long, it felt so sweet. She looked up at me and grinned.

"You have not been taking your vitamins, have you my brother. I had hoped you would be my sister by now, but not yet."

She knew I knew about the 'vitamins', I had found out they were female hormone tablets only two days after I started. She had said three a day but I had done my research, discovered three was the absolute maximum recommended dose.

"Only one a day after I found out, I didn't want to go too fast."

"Well Ben, Bethany, maybe if you had you would be ready to provide for your Forrest by now. Still, I have an idea, I will tell you tomorrow. Sleep tight". And she rolled over and into the bed.

I joined her, it felt strange sleeping with my sister but, well, I HAD just fucked her! And indeed that was not the end of it.

About two hours later, as I dozed myself, I felt a stirring between my legs, I woke fully to find Kate sucking away at my very hard cock. I decided to return the compliment, turned round so I could gorge my red lips on her throbbing clitoris, it seemed huge to me, and again we honoured each other by arriving at simultaneous climaxes!

And several hours after that it was my turn to stir, to clasp her by the breasts, to start kissing and fondling her, to get back into the '69' position and to do it again. Needless to say we woke late. She vanished down to breakfast, amazingly sprightly after the night's exertions.

I moved more slowly, rang down for coffee and croissants, got up and dressed in one of Kate's less tarty outfits, a long flowing sundress. She came back up and told me we were going out into town, and could I ring for Forrest's chauffeur, which I did.

"First we are going to get your roots done" she said, leaving me to it and going back to the hotel herself.

It was my very first visit to a hairdresser, a very westernised place with a very camp hairdresser called Miguel. He was a bit weird but very good at his job. He did more than just my roots, I had the works, re-colour and new style, I had very had my hair 'styled' before and was immensely pleased with the result, it was blonde and bouncy, felt really good, really feminine. And while that was being done I had a full manicure and pedicure. My own nails were getting quite long by now and, with proper 'extensions' fitted, scarlet and glossy, my hands looked really feminine too.

"Now then ma'moiselle, the full make-over maybe?" I said eagerly 'Yes'.

"I think, ma'moiselle, you may prefer to come back later. I think a visit to my brother-in-law's emporium just across the street may be in order. He cater specially for 'special' girls like you."

I had been 'read'. Not surprising really, Miguel had probably seen others like me if his lifestyle matched his mannerisms.

"Nothing serious, er, ma'moiselle, just that your facial hair though by no means thick is in need of a little attention. We will see to that maybe in a short while. Shall I ring Pierre and ask him to expect you imminently?"

I could see Miguel was on my side, it seemed best to put myself to some extent in his hands so I agreed, and he telephoned.

"Pierre will come across to escort you, ma'moiselle, it will be safer."

And he did less than a minute later a very swarthy but flamboyant Arab man came in the salon. I was thrilled he didn't spot me at once, just stood next to me and looked round for Miguel. I was introduced he kissed my hand!

"Indeed, miss, Miguel was right. I have never seen a 'girl' looking so good before. It will be a pleasure to assist you"

He escorted me across the main street, I held his arm and bathed in the attention of several male shoppers walking up the street. Most of the local women seemed to be in the traditional very long dresses with absolutely no bare flesh on show below the neck. I looked very different!

Pierre's shop was a transvestites paradise, by now I knew that was what I was, and very happy to be so too. There were lots of tarty and fetish items, I realised this must have been where Kate got her PVC outfit. I didn't realise it but the whole thing had been a set-up, Kate had warned Pierre about me, and told him what to show me.

He took a small package out from a drawer and showed me. It was a flesh-coloured latex cache, but not the bikini-type. This stuck on over your 'parts' with a medical adhesive, holding absolutely everything in place, totally hidden inside your real and false pubic hair. I assured him I definitely wanted to try it and probably buy it, and could he show me how to fit it?

I was not nervous about suggesting this, Pierre was obviously more of a businessman than any sort of sexual animal despite his appearance. He showed me into a small curtained area at the back of the store and instructed me to pull up my dress and down my panties, which I proceeded to do. I think that he knew from my enthusiasm that he had a sale.

He cleaned round my pubic area and fitted my slightly erect penis into the condom-like sleeve. This led through a tube at the base of the cache and allowed pee-ing without removing it, yet the clever construction permitted unhampered performance of other bodily functions. Whether he realised it or not I do know, but there was one special function I was interested in.

Obviously I bought it. What is more I left the shop wearing it, and without any knickers, I felt so free in that area, unhampered by anything swinging or stretching out.

Kate had sent the car back to get me, it was waiting outside the store. I really hadn't planned on walking along the street alone. He drove me back to the salon where Miguel did do a full facial makeover, facial hair included, suggesting that I should be more careful in future. I didn't let on why I had been distracted from my usual meticulousness the previous night.

When I got back to the hotel Kate was there, she wanted to see straight away. I lifted my skirt and showed her, she was very impressed, insisted I strip off totally. I looked in the mirror, with bouncing boobs and a realistic looking pussy; there was absolutely no trace of maleness. The doorbell rang! Kate grinned.

"Now for the testing. You go out on the veranda for twenty minutes real nude sunbathing, I'll call you when I am ready" and she ushered me out.

I lay on the sun bed there and nearly dozed off in the sun, but I could hear two people in the room behind me, and I could also hear what they were doing!

"Bethany, you can come in now!" called Kate after about 15 minutes.

I did, to be greeted by a naked sister and a naked man, about 6-foot tall, very muscular, bronzed, not at all shocked at my appearance when I entered.

I realised I was being seen nude for the very first time by a man. He gave me a very good look over, head to toe, pausing to stare at titties and a pussy. He smiled and spoke, with a pronounced French accent.

"So you are Kate's sister, uh? Well you are a lucky girl, she is charming, we hope to work together in Paris next week, and she is to be on the show for my collection. But I should go, there is much to have done." He grabbed shirt and trousers, dressed rapidly, and went.

"Who was that?" I asked.

"THAT was Georges, he works for a top couturier, I met him in the foyer just after I got back from dropping you at the salon. I think he is rather nice, more important, I got myself a proper job in Paris next week, and it is Fashion week. Not so much the casting couch, more the catwalk couches. We finish tomorrow night, and then I'm off to Paris, after we have sorted you out. And I still don't know how."

"Me neither. But I passed the test, didn't I?"

"Sure did, sis".

The doorbell rang again, I grabbed my clothes and dashed into the next room to get dressed. I could hear voices next door eventually I came out. It was Samara; he had come to find me and was chatting to my sister instead.

"Samara has a problem, and it's your fault!"

I wondered what on earth he was talking about. Had someone found out about me, one of the men clients, the residents? Had someone complained in some way?

"It's the last night party tonight, a real drunken orgy by all accounts. And Samara is short of women. Thanks to your efforts, six have now left, and to my knowledge at least two of them are married already. And Lara will go to the party but won't join in, doesn't want to spoil her chances with that guy from Oklahoma. So he was wondering if you would join us girls again, for one last fling? But I need to warn you, it is fully topless, we apparently show our nipples all night. I know Georges won't be there, he's off back to Paris earlier, how about it?"

I thought for a moment, Forrest was due back the next day. The girls had been very good to me, I had seemed to steal one of the most eligible bachelors on the planet and I wasn't even a real woman. Maybe I could join in, just for the one evening. I said yes, Samara was delighted.

"OK then Bethany, but we will have to hurry a little, we are due down in the Velvet Room for the showpiece in less than an hour. Let's go down and get our outfits sorted."

We did, we dressed, I was amazed at how I was dressed. Enormous 'gold' earrings, loads of jewellery dripping round my neck, my wrists, a tight gold coloured micro-skirt with a sort-of top to it which came up to just below my breasts pushing them up. Sheer stockings and gold 6" stiletto heels. I was more amazed that I felt good. Kate was very complimentary, said I looked more feminine than ever.

"Kate, I have a confession to make. I lied to you about the hormone tablets."

She looked across at me and raised an eyebrow.

"Well, after I found out I did drop the dose. But after Forrest left I realised I wanted to be in some way more of a woman for him so I've been taking five a day for the past three weeks."

"Wow, Bethany, that explains a lot, the way your figure has changed shape, it's more curved. And your bras are getting tight, I think you need an even bigger size. Well, let's see what the guys here think of them."

On the way down we met up with several other girls in similar outfits in different colours and textures, all dressed up to the hilt. My make-up was stunning, gold eyelids and deep black lashes, red lips and 2" nails, I felt really wanton. I determined to make this a REAL night to remember.

As we gathered ready to parade in, we all got into pairs, I was not with Kate but with a gorgeous amazon woman in black, really sexy. I felt a rumbling in my crotch as she approached me, but managed to quell it. Which is surprising considering what we did!

We didn't touch, she just reached over and kissed me, it was lovely, her red lips sliding over mine. Then she bent down a little and gently caressed my nipples with her lips I could feel them swell.

"That's it, Bethany darling, really bulbous red nipples, now you do mine."And I did, teasing them with my tongue, gripping and pulling them with my own lips.

"Wow, Bethany, that is fantastic. Tell you what, if neither of us scores tonight I'll be in room 1233. OK?" And she meant it too.

We each took two glasses of champagne and walked into the Velvet room, boobs bouncing, and sat down next to one of the gentlemen there. I noticed there were 16 of us, and 16 men!

And it started straight away. For tonight there were no 'no-groping' rules. I was with a slim guy from Brazil, Pedro I think, he grabbed my left breast and started to suck it, much less gently than the girl in black. I could see her across the room she had her lips round a guy's cock already. I watch him climax he must have been playing with himself in anticipation.

After two hours of champagne and groping, sucking and fondling by about 12 of the guys, I was getting a bit sore. One of them was licking off my left breast some of the cum which had shot my way when another guy was lying on the table in front of me, masturbating while teasing Kate's bare arse with his tongue. I didn't notice his hand crept up my thigh and into my panties.

And he didn't notice either! OK he was a bit worse for drink but he was quite happy fondling my own cunt, not realising exactly what he was doing. The girl in black, Georgina, came over with a redheaded man on her arm.

"Patrick here likes you, Bethany, but hasn't dared even talk to you this evening. How about the three of us go back to his room?" We did, he had to dash to the bathroom when we got there, Georgina and I sat and talked for a few minutes.

"Georgina, I need a favour. It's not that I don't want sex with you, in other circumstances I certainly would. But Forrest is due back tomorrow and I want to be ready for him."

"Does he know, you know, I was sure he is totally straight."

"No he doesn't but, well, I need to see if I can cope, the tits are real implants but my cunt is false. Can I try it out on Patrick, just briefly do you mind?"

"Be my guest, Bethany, please, I'll stand guard in case of problems but he is pretty drunk. And anyway I want to watch."

So when Patrick came out I rushed over to kiss him. He had probably just put his trousers on but I had them off him in a trice, and slipped off my skirt, standing there in suspenders, stockings and high heels, his cock just rose and swelled. I lay on the bed and opened my legs, looking him in the eyes and making sure he looked at me.

He wasn't as big as Forrest was but he was big enough, I held his cock and guided it into place, then pulled on his bum and slid him up me. It was wonderful, being full of him without him realising. He was sober enough to know what to do, he started thrusting up me. I looked over at Georgina, she knew what to do herself. She stripped and threw herself over him, extracting his bulging tool, and basically replaced me, he probably did notice, but he just carried on.

I slipped on my skirt and a robe, and crept out. Back in my room I washed, cleaned, I could still hear the party going on. But I slept, thinking about tomorrow.

It came soon enough, I did sleep despite the occasional noises filtering through to me from downstairs and outside. But I got up at eight, very early indeed for us girls and dressed. Since today was to be special I took even more care than usual, if that is possible, with my choice of clothes, and jewellery, and makeup.

I chose a red bra, one which had been loose fitting but was now a bit tight, to lift up my breasts and show an indecent amount of cleavage. And a red leather micro skirt, tight again, over black seamed hold-ups. My favourite black patent ultra-high heeled stilettos too. And a red sequinned boob tube to show off my figure to the very best. Big gold jewellery, the earrings were gold hoops, over 1/2" thick and about 3" across, and several of the gold chains I had worn last night.

After the make-over from Miguel the previous day he had left my skin in great condition, I needed very little cover-up, and anyway I wanted to show off the tan I had acquired, my bouncy light blonde curls helped there too. I still had the nails he had done for me, really too long but I loved them, they did feel so feminine. Dark eyes and bright red lipstick, I was ready for the off.

Strange, I walked over to the phone to ring the chauffeur who drove Forrest's car, and as I reached down it rang. It was the chauffeur himself, wondering if I planned to go to the airport to meet him. I said yes of course, we agreed to meet downstairs in ten minutes.

I grabbed my favourite red leather handbag and left. At the lift, as the door opened, well. Slumped on the floor was a couple. My sister! Yes, Kate, with her skirt up and no panties showing everything, with one of the bell-boys from the hotel, trousers down, bright red lipstick-covered cock! I took the other lift!

Half an hour later we pulled in at the airport, the chauffeur escorted me through into the VIP waiting area. I was offered a coffee, and sat down to read the papers while I waited, catching up with the world. With interest, I noticed Villa had won the previous night. But I was disturbed by the announcement that the flight from London was coming in. I stood. Hesitant, Shaking, Expectant, Searching the passengers as they came through.

Then I saw Forrest and he saw me. Any doubts about how he would feel vanished when I saw his face. Joy, relief, pleasure, lots of emotions, mixed and in quantity. He cleared the passport control and rushed over, grabbed me round the bum and lifted me off my feet. I held the sides of his face, puckered up, and planted a big noisy smack of a kiss on his lips. As we parted, he grinned at my efforts and moved in again. I had been afraid that while he had been away some other woman (other woman, what was I thinking?) had got her paws on him. But no, I could tell. I could feel his cock straining in his pants against my thigh and he knew it. He beamed.

"I've been like that all the way on the plane, for about five hours my darling"

"Then, dear Forrest, I will have to see what I can do about it, won't I?"

We kissed harder I was elated. We went out to the car arms locked together, got in and kissed again, really passionately, maybe it was the effect of all those hormones now but I was loving the attention, and I had a job to do. Surprisingly Forrest reached out to a switch I didn't know about, and all the windows darkened. We were alone in our little love nest, really alone this was perfect.

The back of the car was ideal, not too comfortable, necessary for what I had planned. Together we reached to fondle each other, my hand pulled down his zip and reached in. He was ready for me, really ready he was huge! His full 8" cock, big, fat, swollen, smooth, very ready indeed.

And just as I was admiring it, Forrest's own hand squirmed up my skirt, past my stocking tops and fingered immediately my 'cunt'. He gasped! I shifted sideways to distract him, then lifted my arse up and in one smooth movement, I am oh so proud of how well I did it, I descended on his cock in exactly the right position, he penetrated me, deeply, smoothly and in one gorgeous slide, I gasped too. We kissed yet again, passionately again, we were enjoying each other.

As the car sped along the freeway back towards the hotel as Forrest's huge member slid up and down inside me, I got more and more aware of the feelings inside my 'cunt'. He pulled out, caressed, licked, sucked, fondled my swelling boobs, as out intercourse became more and more erotic, as he went deeper, as I stroked his hairy chest, kissed his lips, his ears, his eyes. We both knew this was a special fuck, a fuck to end all fucks, for each of us I am sure THE fuck of our lives.

It was as the car veered, heading off the motorway changing our relative angles that we both felt just that little bit extra arousal. And he climaxed, thrusting, pumping, shooting his hot cum deep inside me, I felt the hot glow as it hit me, drained down, causing his thrusting to speed up as he lubricated his own cock.

It WAS sex to beat all other sex, it was fucking sensational, literally. We writhed, fondled, enjoyed his long climax as the car began to bump gently over the town roads and drew up outside the hotel.

I sighed, Forrest sighed, I had never been so sexually satisfied in my life. We sat there a couple of minutes to recover, the chauffeur didn't come round and open the door, just as well really. Eventually I carefully slid off Forrest and grabbed my panties from in my handbag. I squeezed into them carefully while Forrest re-dressed. I was just about to suggest we went in when he stopped me.

"Wait"

He took a small box out of his pocket. I glimpsed it and gulped when I realised, I was going to say something but he was too quick for me. He slid a silver band, with a huge diamond on it, into the THIRD finger of my LEFT hand, and gave me a quick kiss.

"I decided if we made love within ten minutes of meeting again, it meant something. And I had to do this. There you are Bethany my darling, now it's official."

He hadn't asked, he had assumed. And why not, I thought? I had shown him the way and out 'betrothal' had just been consummated. I started to cry, to sob, almost uncontrollably by Forrest put his strong arms round me, stroked my hair, me cheek, my arms, gently caressed my face with his lips, I did calm down and couldn't help looking in his eyes, they were smiling, so was I.

In the Ladies' in the hotel I was still confused. Naturally, it was glorious to be appreciated, wanted, desired, lusted after, maybe even loved. But! My problem! What was I to do?

When I joined my fiancé in the restaurant he wasn't alone. A small party of colleagues and employees from the refinery up the coast, several with girlfriends and wives, had gathered. None of the men from the conference at the hotel, I knew them all well and didn't recognise any of the faces. A group of women were clustered round Forrest, asking why they were here. He introduced me to everyone, and then one of the women shrieked. She grabbed my hand and held it up for everyone to see.

"Forrest, you dark horse, you never said! Well, this is worth celebrating, Gerald, get some champagne, Bethany, you must tell us everything."

And that started the party, everyone talking at once, shaking Forrest's hand, kissing him, kissing me, not like at the hotel, I only felt one hand on my tits. Everyone wanted to know, how had we met, what were our plans. When they discovered I had only been given the ring ten minutes earlier another hubbub broke out. Champagne flowed, canapés and caviar and all sorts of things appeared, everyone was congratulating us, I was really overwhelmed.

It went on for about three hours, eventually people drifted away, Forrest and I were obviously the last there. He went out to make a few business calls, leaving me still smiling, shaking, internally excited and amazed and totally confused.

I heard 'Bethany' being called from across the room. I looked up, Kate and Jessica, she was back, and Shelly was sitting at a table by the bar. I walked over to join them; Kate had obviously realised what was going on. As I got near she lifted up my left hand and looked.

"Wow, that is a whopper, must have cost an absolute fortune"

I couldn't make her out, couldn't tell if this was the recently friendly sister of the rather catty Kate of old. Jessica and Shelly too, I couldn't tell from what they said if they were genuine or not. Jessica asked first.

"Well, Bethany. I took Frederick to meet my father they got on very well. He's in the States now but Dad asked about you. He knows we are due to be coming home tomorrow. He did seem rather interested."

"And" continued Shelly "how are you going to cope. At the airport, I mean with the passport and everything. I am sure you could be 'Ben' again for a while but, well?"

"And" asked Kate. "What about Forrest? He'll be back in a few minutes. What happens next?"

 

Chapter 13

"Well that easy to answer!" I said "I tell him everything and that will be me finished with Forrest."

"You cannot be serious," Kate said in bewilderment

"I would be glad not have too, but how can I keep on fooling him?" I said turning to look at her. "He has to know!"

"But you will loose it all?" Jessica said equally shocked at my response.

"How and when will you tell him?" asked Shelly

"As soon as I can get him on his own" I was shocked at my own decision. I had not even thought about when until I was just asked.

"Forrest!" Kate said with a false smile on her face as my man walked over toward us. "You old dog! Bethany has just been telling us the news! She has no idea how lucky she is!"

"My dear Kate, I am the lucky one here. Bethany has made me more happy that I have been in a long, long, time." He said as he took me in his strong-arms and pulled me into his chest and whispered, "Bethany I have bad news" he then eased me aside from the other girls.

"My darling" he continued. "I have just had a call from Dallas, we have a major fire at one of my refineries on the coast near Corpus Christi. And the press as going wild I need to get back and take charge. I have to leave for the airport now, a jet is being readied as we speak." I turned to look at my friends who looked back somewhat confused at what was going on.

"But now, so soon. You have only just got back! We have had no time together." I exclaimed.

"I am so sorry my love, but I have to go and now. I would have liked you to be with me but it will an awful trip and you would be much better off here!" he said sympathetically.

"But darling we need to talk, I have some things I NEED to tell you. Is it not possible for someone else look after this for you?" I pleaded.

"Bethany, I'm sorry but it will have to wait, with luck I should be back in a few days" With those words echoing in my ear he simply kissed me on the cheek and He walked quickly away and out of the room.

"You have told him already!" Jessica asked, watching him stride away out of the door.

"No!" I answered with tears in my eyes.

"Then what? Where? Has he gone!" Kate wondered aloud.

"Bloody Texas!" I said with some feeling of frustration.

I was miserable. Kate, Jessica and Shelly tried to console me but it was useless. What was I to do now? I would have to wait for him to return before I could tell him. That was going to be awful. I tried to drown my sorrows, and I slowly got drunk, and the other girls joined me. I don't know if it was just the drink or the combination of that and my new hormones, but I certainly felt I got drunk a lot quicker nowadays.

Several men tried to pick us up, but all they got was a lot of abuse and words, which they couldn't understand. Nobody who was not as drunk as us could have understood. It was Binjar the young hotel assistant manager who finally persuaded us to leave the Velvet room bar and retire to our own rooms.

As soon as we all got into the lift Jessica and Kate began to kiss each other passionately, and even in my drunken condition I knew that our farewell evening was one which would be remembered for a long time. Shelly and I watched for a few seconds and then gave each other a knowing smile before we through our arms around each other in a wild embrace. It was what I needed, I had felt abandoned and unwanted, and I needed to be loved for a few hours.

After a few seconds the bell sounded to warn us we had reached the designated floor, we all pulled apart from our embraces as the doors opened. Kate and Jessica gave Shelly and I a kiss before they headed off down the corridor to their room, and we headed off to ours.

Once in the privacy of room continued where we had left off. I was rapidly losing all sense of which way was up, my 'clit' was throbbing as though it would never stop. My nipples were erect and tingling from being squashed against Shelly.

With a groan, Shelly twisted in my arms and placed a hot steamy kiss on my mouth. Shelly held my head between her hands as her lips moved on mine our tongues met with an electric shock of sexual excitement, and I probed Shelly's mouth.

My hands meanwhile were not idle I clutched and kneaded Shelly's bottom through her skirt. When we finally paused for air we were both flushed with excitement, and out of breath.

"Quickly, lets undress", panted Shelly urgently.

Shelly stepped back, and stood still, as I hurriedly undid her blouse. She couldn't prevent a moan from escaping as my hands brushed her breasts in passing. She was panting slightly as I fumbled to undo the buttons.

I felt excited by my friend's sudden passiveness, I could feel my knees trembling, and my hands shook as they pulled back Shelly's blouse, I reached behind her for her bra clasp.

This brought us closer together, into another steamy kiss. When I pulled back from the kiss, Shelly's bra came loose, leaving her breasts quivering freely. I was struck again by my friend's beauty. Shelly used the pause in her undressing to start to undress me.

"Here Bethany, let me help you out of that", she said, pulling my boob tube up and over my head, and dropped it too the floor. Her hands moved to my breasts and fingers caressed my nipples, I moaned a little more with each movement, for they had now become hyper sensitive.

"Oh, Ohh, Ohhh", my nipples hardened as though to prolong each caress.

Shelly lent forward and closed her mouth over my left nipple. I could feel a delicious weakness spread throughout my body, and I shivered with excitement as her tongue lapped at it.

Shelly turned her attention to my right nipple, again I couldn't repress a moan which was louder than I knew was wise, given it was late, and there were other girls in the neighbouring rooms.

It was my turn to take control I gently lowered her onto to the chair near the patio doors. As I did her teeth gave me a little nip on my nipple, which brought a new moan from me.

I knelt down between her legs and began her kissing her nipples as I did I worked my hands up her long legs, caressing them slowly and pulling up her skirt in the process. I could feel her skin quivering under my hands, and she couldn't help parting her thighs to encourage me to touch the inside of her thighs. She raised her bottom off the chair as I reached around to grab the back of her panties. I smiled at Shelly's eager compliance, and then I pulled her panties down with a speed and a force, which emphasised the passion of the moment.

I stood up naked from the waist up, looking down at my friend. Shelly was lying back in the chair, her breasts protruding from under her unfastened bra. Her arms pinned to her sides by her half-discarded blouse. Her skirt raised up around her middle and her white nylon legs splayed wide, exposing her glistening pussy with its beautiful covering of blonde pubic hair. She was panting her breasts were heaving her head was thrown back and her eyes were closed. Shelly was obviously ready for excitement.

I unzipped my leather skirt and let it fall down my legs and then stepped out of it, leaving me just in my panties, black lace topped hold-ups and heels. Then knelt down between Shelly's legs, and placed a steamy kiss on her inner thigh.

Shelly moaned, "Unnnn". I slowly moved her kisses up my friend's thigh, nibbling and licking as I went.

"Is it good? Do you like it?" I paused to ask, teasingly, enjoying Shelly's moment of pleasure.

"Yes!" at an appropriate volume.

Shelly groaned when my mouth avoided her crotch and continued to kiss her down the other thigh. Shelly tried to reach my head to guide her back where she wanted her, but her blouse kept her from just quite reaching, bringing a heart felt.

"Owwwh!" a gasp of real frustration, I noted.

I continued to play Shelly like an instrument as I let my tongue slowly snake back up her firm tanned thigh. I could taste Shelly's juices as I neared her crotch a second time; she was overflowing in her arousal. I allowed my tongue just a few brief licks of Shelly's puffy labia, before moving past. She tried to buck her hips up towards my tongue.

I returned to Shelly's pussy, after only a brief excursion down her leg. This time my tongue was pushing its way into Shelly's vagina. Shelly arched uncontrollably, and then managed to arch again as my hand reached up and pinched a nipple an instant later. I guessed her pain was really pleasure. I licked at Shelly's clitoris, and my friend was whimpering continually.

"Awh, Ah, Ahh, Unn, Yes! Yes! Yesss! Oh, Ohh, OHH!"

Shelly was bucking and rolling in the chair all that existed were the sensations that I was eliciting within her. I could tell that her first orgasm was approaching from the little twitches of her leg muscles. I decided not to torment Shelly this time, so I continued licking with a steady rhythm, and then sucked hard just before the end.

Shelly exploded, "AhhhhhhHHHHHHHH! oh! Oh! OH! OHHHHHH! Wow! oh wow! Ohh!" I kept on sucking and strumming with my tongue as she climaxed, and suddenly I was aware of a new wave of pleasure as her body wracked again.

"AAAAHHHHEEEEOOWWW", she screamed, her body sagged back into the chair, and she was spent. Well and truly! It took a few minutes for Shelly to recover.

"You know its such a shame that Kate and Jessie went back to there room." She said. "I have always fancied doing that to your sister Kate."

"So why don't you?" I said. "Let's go make a hospitality call." We both grinned in excitement. Within seconds I had pulled on my skirt again, grabbed a blouse from my wardrobe. Jessica meanwhile pulled off her bra and then buttoned up her own blouse.

We knocked on there door softly and heard some scrambling, and then a very red faced Jessica came to the door. She was bare foot, the buttons on her blouse were not buttoned straight, the darkness and prominence of her nipples indicated that she was no longer wearing a bra, and she was breathing quite hard. I smiled, and said, as I stepped forward.

"Hi, mind if we come in?" She greeted us with a kiss and led us through.

"Look who's here," She said to Kate who was lying on the bed with a sheet covering her.

"Hey, welcome to the party," Kate gasped as she saw us walk in. The sheet fell away to reveal her in a state of undress, she was wearing just her stockings and suspenders and heels, and next to her were two huge identical dildo's.

"What's this?" I asked, going over to it and picking one up, noticing it was still glistening with one of their love juices. Shelly's eyes widened when she saw them and Jessica cast her eyes over to Kate.

"They are just a couple of our little friend's, but now you're here perhaps we don't need them anymore?" Kate smiled as she spoke.

"Oh I think that it might still come in useful," Shelly said as she moved around the bed toward Kate.

"May I?" she asked as she kissed her hard on the mouth it was a kiss burning with lust and passion, and Kate returned it with vigour.

I held the other vibrator to my nose and sniffed at the fragrance. Jessica grinned cheekily. I went on to place the vibrator in my mouth, and suck it clean.

Jessica was transfixed, and I watched her sit down on the bed parting her lovely white thighs in doing so her short skirt pulled up, I saw she had no panties on, and was obviously wet.

Shelly meanwhile was taking Kate's nipples into her mouth and tonguing them, Kate's eyes were closed and she didn't open them again until she heard the soft familiar purring sound of her vibrator being turned on.

I placed it against the inside Jessica's inner thigh, the sensation quickly caused her to open her legs wider, exposing herself to a new partner.

"Ohh," she couldn't avoid moaning. Shelly meanwhile had speedily unbuttoned her skirt, and had tugged off her blouse, joining Kate in being semi naked.

I continued to run the vibrator up and down Jessica's legs, bringing it closer and closer to her aching clitoris, whilst she whimpered unashamedly.

Jessica decided to sit on the floor between my legs, she was pleased to note my shudder as she ran her hands up my legs and clutched my bottom. Jessica pulled on my panties and slid them down my legs then found my love hole. I dropped down and brought it into contact with her face, Jessica flicked out a tongue and licked at it. I groaned and my legs almost gave away. Then Jessica took the vibrator from me and guided it into my now moist hole, gradually easing it deeper into me, causing me to buck in satisfaction. I turned my head to see that Shelly was using the other vibrator on my sister, I smiled inwardly at the irony.

I watched in delirious excitement as Shelly pushed the vibrator backwards and forwards into my sisters pussy, pausing over her clitoris one second, edging between her passion swollen labia the next.

Shelly was enjoying herself too; she loved the power that she held over me she loved the whimpers that she was eliciting from me with every deft movement with the tool in her hand.

I now watched as Shelly pulled out the vibrator and inhaled Kate's aroused aroma deeply, she then licked her pussy, probing her tongue into my sisters vagina one second, then lightly against her clitoris the next. She seamed to love her face being smeared with Kate's juices.

I could hardly focus; the feeling in my arse was almost unbearable. I had to try and stay on my feet as well as keep my back straight. I played with my own nipples and this was heightening my pleasure exquisitely, as I did not want to simply surrender to the sensations, I wanted to prolong them.

Jessica managed to slide the entire vibrator into my hole, it went in easily as my love canal was now getting used to being stretched and probed. Five, six, seven, eight inches, it all disappeared within, although my hole was aching by the end of it. Jessica flicked the vibrator to a higher speed, then tugged at my cache, and peeled it off. Within seconds I had a small erection, and she massgaed it with her free hand. I soon realised that I could not hold back and within seconds of her first strokes I emptied my balls over her hand. At the same time I wobbled for the last time on my heels and keeled over onto the bed with the dildo still drilled into me.

As I slowly recovered I turned to watch my sister being satisfied. Shelly was determined to make her beg for it, as she eased pulled her head out of her pussy. Kate's groan of disappointment was soon lost in growing moans of passion as Shelly thrust the vibrator again deep into her swollen pussy. Kate was bucking about like a mad thing, the vibrator filling her up to the hilt, producing a massive wave of pleasure with its rhythmic pulsation.

Her squeals of, "aaooww, AAAOOWWW, AAAAHHH!" marked a series of orgasms that wracked her body.

By the time I was aware of my surroundings again, Jessica had manoeuvred Shelly into sitting on the bed, and Jessica began to tease her clitoris.

"Oh, Jess, Jess, make me come! Come on suck my clit! yes, ohh, yesss!" She urged, trying to hold Jessica's head in place, but she had an agenda of her own.

She stopped, looked up, and smiled at Kate; she then reached over and withdrew the massive vibrator from her pussy. It slowly emerged with a plop and causing me to wonder how a pussy could accommodate such a monster. Jessica, while looking Kate straight in the eye, took it and licked it just as she'd seen me do earlier. Kate blushed scarlet, but didn't break eye contact.

"Come on, Bethany, help me with Shelly", urged Jessica, returning her attention to her panting friend.

As she brought the vibrator to her pussy, I used my fingers to open her pussy lips wide, exposing her glistening vagina to our gaze. Jessica slowly pushed in the sleek white throbbing plastic. Shelly tried to buck, but the way that Kate was lying over her prevented her from achieving much.

"Ohh", she moaned her frustration already unbearable. "Pleasseee!" she whimpered.

"Please what?" I asked, innocently, as Jessica slid the vibrator in with exquisite slowness.

"Please fuck me!" she screamed, her voice catching with the pleasure. Jessica winked at me, and timed a savage push of the vibrator with the first flickering of my tongue over her steamy clitoris.

"AHHHHOOWW!" was Shelly's unavoidable response.

Jessica then brought the vibrator slowly out feeling Shelly's cunt trying to hold on to it, trying to suck it back in. I then left her clitoris, and changed position so that I could suck on Shelly's nipples. This prompted my darling sister to rejoin the morass of limbs and genitalia. I felt her grab hold of my now revived erection and then a warm dampness enveloped it. She was sucking me off, and she was good, very good and she worked it perfectly bringing me to the brink of a second climax several times. I found it hard to concentrate on Shelly, however her pleading caught my attention.

She was saying, "Oh, don't stop, don't stop please, please! Make me come!"

I watched as Jessica paused to lick the vibrator, before pumping it back into her wet vagina setting up a steady rhythm.

"Oh yes! Yes! Don't stop, Don't stop, I'm nearly their, yes, NO!" The last cry being caused by Jessica removing the vibrator again.

"Do you really want to cum?" she asked cruelly. "Yes, oh YES", panted Shelly, her faced bathed with sweat. Jessica leaned forward and flicked Shelly's clit with her tongue. This caused her to jump and moan. She flicked again, and Shelly moaned.

"Fucking make me come bitch!" Jessica stopped to ask.

"Are you sure?"

"OF COURSE I'M SURE!" she cried. Jessica smiled to see her friend so hot for it.

"Say 'please' then"

"Oh, please, Please, Please! PLEASE!" Shelly begged, in time with Shelly's licks.

On Jessica's signal, I squeezed both of Shelly's nipples hard, just as she licked and sucked on her clitoris with more than enough force to send Shelly over the top.

"AAAHHHHOOOOOWWW!" was her satisfied howl, her body bucking with pleasure and release. She arched with a few more spontaneous orgasms over about a minute, but eventually they subsided. It was a long time before she calmed down enough to talk.

"You tortures!" she said vehemently.

We all lay back on the twin beds, Kate and I on one Shelly and Jessica on the other, all exhausted, I also realised that Kate had my cum running down her cheek.

After a few hours I awoke found my cache on the floor and pulled on one of Kate's robes over my own dishevelled clothes and went back to my room. I washed and showered; taking care to freshen up my cache which was a sticky mess from my dried on semen and a mixture of various pussy juices. Then I found the glue that I had been given and carefully reattached the cache until once again my genitalia appeared more female than male.

After I had washed and towel dried my hair I rang down to the front desk and asked if any messages had been left for me. Hoping that Forrest had been in touch, although it had only been about six or seven hours since he had left. I was amazed when the answer came back that I did have a message waiting.

"Please send someone up with it as soon as possible" I pleaded with the desk clerk.

Just five minutes later there was a knock at the door I pulled on a robe and opened the door. To find a young boy of about twelve holding a sealed envelope. I gave him a few dollars and he skipped off quite euphoric. Its not often he sees a semi naked girl, and gets months wages for the pleasure. I closed the door and tore open the envelope, and began reading the contained letter, 

My dear Bethany,

I love you. I love the person you are. I love the person you have become. I know who and what you are. I have known all about you from the day after met. I still want you.

You must however demonstrate your commitment to me. You need to show me that you can be trusted. You say you love me. You need to prove it.

If you can satisfy my needs. If you can show me your love. If you can open your mind and heart to me. If you trust me. Then and only then we will have a future together.

I am not in Texas I am in New York waiting for you. The hotel manager is holding, a first class ticket to New York via Munich and a new passport, which will satisfy your current status. He also has $100,000 in cash and a platinum credit card in your name. If you truly love me you will meet me at The Plaza Hotel in suite 2504 at six in the evening in three days time.

You will receive further instructions on the plane.

Please trust me

Love
Forrest 

Wo! I was staggered by the contents of the letter and immediately re-read it.

My god, he knows everything, how? Did Kate tell him? Or was it Shelly? Or maybe possibly Jessica? In the end I suppose it is irrelevant. He knows yet he still wants me, but why is he being so cryptic and mistrustful? Then again I suppose I may not be so trusting if I had discovered my secret too.

I knew I wanted Forrest and now more than ever. I would do whatever it took to keep him. I phoned back down to the front desk and asked for the manager. I was told that he would not be available for another four hours, I looked at my watch it was just 0300 I hadn't realised!

I decided to get some sleep, I was exhausted. I slipped into bed and turned off the light, within seconds I was away with the fairies.

The bright sunlight streaming in through the large windows awoke me, once again I glanced at my watch, it was 0730 and the manager should be in now. I phone down and spoke to him, and arranged that he would get everything ready for me and I would see him at his office in 30 minutes.

I quickly went to the bathroom and brushed out my hair, since I had had it re-styled it was much blonder and longer. It took me a few minutes work with the brush and curling tongs before I was happy with it. I pulled it back into a ponytail and tied a white ribbon around it then opened my makeup bag and freshened up my face. A light coating of my new liquid compact, then a faint grey eyeshadow, black eyeliner and mascara, finally a little rouge and some lip blush. I would have liked to remove the red polish from my now very long nails and apply something more suitable but I did not want to waist any more time.

From my closet I selected a black lacy bra which I had bought just a few days, with some difficulty from the nearest European styles store. At least this one now contained my voluptuous 40D titties. I then pulled on a pair of matching high leg panties, and a pair of 7-denier nude coloured tights. I noticed as I pulled them up over my hips and bottom that they had now started to become much 'rounder' and less boyish.

I picked out a pretty pale yellow 40's style knee length dress, which had a wide flared skirt, open collar and buttoned down the front it also had a thick belt around the middle which when buckled tightly emphasised my now very slim waist.

I slipped my toes with still red painted nails into a pair of pretty white high-heeled sandals with open toe and wide ankle strap. I grabbed a short blue jacket and left the room to find the managers office. As it happened he found me.

"Miss Jacques?" he asked as the lift doors opened.

"Yes!" I answered.

"This way, please you do not have much time." He ushered me to follow him, What he meant by not much time I didn't know.

Once in his office he opened his safe and took out a briefcase. Inside was a large brown envelope and wads of dollar bills. From the envelope he took out a British Passport which he handed to me. I opened it and was aghast to see my picture and the name 'Bethany Jacques', and my gender was given ad female! How did Forrest manage to achieve this I wondered?

"Your plane leaves in 90 minutes madam!" he said as he showed me the tickets.

"But, I have no time, I cant possibly make it" I said in a sudden state of panic.

"Madam, my chauffeur is waiting outside, if you leave NOW you have time. Please hurry" he urged.

"But my belongings, my friends, I have to say goodbye" I remonstrated.

"Only if you want to miss your flight. Your belongings can follow; your friends will understand when I explain. Please Madam you must leave now." He closed the case and thrust it into my hand, then opened his office door and gestured for me to leave.

I thought for five seconds maybe a few more, before I walked out of his office and through the foyer to his waiting limousine. The driver had the instructions already and we sped off to the airport. I was concerned and a little upset that I had not had the opportunity to say goodbye to Kate, Shelly and Jessica. I was however determined not to let Forrest down, and I had to make the flight and asked the driver to hurry.

As I got out of the car at the airport I thanked the driver by blowing hi a kiss and giving him a sweet smile. I had no money to tip him, except for the $100,000 in the case; still he seemed happy enough as he lusted after my legs as I walked away toward the departure hall.

I found the check-in desk almost straight away, and opened the case and found my passport and tickets, and handed them over to the pretty young attendant. She glanced at the passport and my tickets.

"Any bags to check-in, Miss?" she enquired.

"No, just hand luggage" I replied, she looked relieved.

She then printed out a boarding card and directed me to hurry to the gate, as the flight was boarding. I moved as quickly as I could as the high heels would allow, and made it to the gate just in time.

Once on the plane I was finally able to relax, it took me half an hour or so to calm down and get my blood pressure back to normal. By the time I had had my second glass of Champagne I was feeling relatively relaxed.

I opened the case being careful not to show the contents to the businessman in the next seat. I obviously didn't want him to see the amount of cash that I was carrying. I put the passport and my tickets safely away in it and looked through the pockets, that was where I found the credit card that Forrest had mentioned in his letter and another sealed white envelope. I noticed that the credit card had Bethany Jacques embossed on it, but it was unsigned. I asked for a pen from the stewardess and quickly scribbled my signature onto the card, and placed it safely back into the pocket where I had found it. I then took out the envelope and closed the case, then ripped it open and read the contents.

My Darling Sara

If all has gone to plan you should be en route to Munich by now. You now have a few hours to relax, however you will find that the light will soon fade as you loose the morning sun, and for a about an hour the cabin will be in complete darkness. During that time I want you to orally satisfy the man next to you. I know from experience that you are most skilled in the art, it is important that you both to enjoy the encounter.

When you get to Munich you will find a room booked for you at the Hotel Bayerischer Hof, where you will find further instructions.

If you truly love me then you will do as I ask. I stress again that you must trust me Sara.

love
Forrest

Once again his letter shocked me. Why was he putting me through this, what had he to gain? What type of person did he think I was? I looked to my right and this time took more notice of man in the next seat. He was European looking quite old I guessed about 55 to 60. He was busy reading a newspaper, which looked to be French. Suddenly he must have felt my eyes upon him as he turned to look at me and smiled politely. I smiled back and looked away. Was he a friend of Forrest's? Was he aware of his part in this? Is it possible that he was just a stranger? What should I do?

After a few minutes I looked over at him again. This time I noticed that he looked quite distinguished. He had dark hair but had grey flecks in it especially around the sides, it was possibly dyed I thought to myself. I also found myself thinking that I was grateful that he was quite good looking and well to do. Which I suppose in retrospect answered my earlier question as to what I was going to do about Forrest's instruction. Just as Forrest had predicted the lights began to fade, and the cabin crew turned off the lights, slowly but surely it got darker and darker.

It took me a few minutes to decide upon my strategy, and then I began to put it into action. I got my blanket out and pulled it up over myself then I took my cushion and placed it between the two chairs and pretended that I was trying to get some sleep. Gradually over the space of about 10 minutes I pushed the pillow further and further over toward my prey. I was relieved and a little surprised to find that he began to lean into me to support my weight rather than move away.

Then a few minutes later I gingerly moved my hand until it was just resting against his thigh, as if by accident. Slowly my head and body moved around until it was almost level with his waist, still he didn't seem to object. Finally my hand moved over across the top of his thigh and rested near his groin. Over the period of several minutes, my hand began to massage his groin, and I was relieved to find a positive response from him. I felt a distinct bulge start to appear and he began to shuffle himself around a little trying to get himself a little more comfortable.

I then decided it was now or never, I cursed Forrest and again questioned his motives, then my fingers moved up his trousers until I found his zipper. Almost straight away, he moved his own blanket over my hand. He then placed his arm around me and pulled me closer, more in an embrace than by force. My hand entered his trousers and his underwear, I was thankful that he was wearing boxers, which allowed me to ease his erection out without too much difficulty.

By now my head was virtually in his lap with his blanket covering it. I moved over slightly further until I could touch his penis with my nose. Then I pulled his foreskin back and massaged it a little before sticking my tongue out and licking the end of it. I didn't want to hang around to long in this position so after a few moments of tease, I opened my mouth and placed the head of his cock into it.

He moved again to allow me to take it further in and his arm squeezed me in a sign of satisfaction. I sucked and licked the swollen head of his fine erection, then opened up wider and took it further into my mouth. I soon realized that he was ready to cum as I heard a faint groin and the whispered word, "Sorry!"

Seconds later he was releasing his thick creamy and slightly salty seed into my mouth. I sucked and licked at it swallowing as much and as fast as possible. Almost straight away his once fearsome erection began to fade, and after just a few seconds it was virtually limp. I managed to clean it up with my tongue before pulling my head slowly away, and allowing him to push his member back into the private world of his trousers. His arm released me and I slowly sat back up and wiggled myself over to the other side, and once again pretended to sleep as I waited for the sun to catch us up, and daylight to return.

I must have dropped off to sleep for a few minutes, because when I awoke, the first Bens of sunshine were pouring in through the window, and my friend in the next seat had gone. I turned to look around but couldn't see him, and guessed that he must have found another seat at the back somewhere. The rest of the flight passed off as any other would. I had an adequate meal and a few more glasses of the rather good champagne, which took the taste of semen out of my mouth.

I joined the EEC line at passport control, at Munich Airport, and with no difficulty or questioning I pass through that and customs. I found a Bearau de change and took out about 2000 dollars which bought me about 3500 marks I guessed that it would be sufficient, although I didn't have any idea how much money I would need. I then went outside and found the weather to be drizzling and pretty cold. I certainly felt underdressed, and decided that I would use some of the money to by a change of clothes and some essentials. I asked the taxi driver as best I could to take me to a shopping mall, he seemed to understand and instantly joined the traffic queue heading out of the airport.

The driver eventually dropped me at a mall, and I handed him a 50 mark note, and gestured that I need no change. He reminded me of the hotel chauffer as he too leered at me as I stepped out of the cab and began teetering on my heels toward the mall. It looked like any other mall except this time I couldn't understand nor recognise any of the shop names, I wondered aimlessly for a while until I found what appeared to be a department store.

I had so many things to buy as I had left Bahrain with nothing but the clothes I wore now. I decided to test my new bit of plastic at the cosmetics counter. I wanted to find Clinique as that was what I had gotten used too from Melissa's collection which I had 'inherited'.

Eventually I found the desk, in its peppermint green livery and the girls dressed in the white 'laboratory' coats. Language was a problem but I recognised most of the bottles and tubes and soon managed to amass a variety of basics, which would keep me going. They took my card and processed it without question, which was quite a relief, but hardly surprising it was typical of Forrest.

Over the next hour I worked the plastic hard buying a couple of outfits to keep me going for a few days. The first consisted of Jeans, flannel shirt, and jumper with a pair of cowboy boots. The second was a really cute short black dress from Mondí, and a pair of black 3" heeled court shoes. From the lingerie dept I bought three and panty sets, one white and two black, and two pair of extra panties. Then a cute black lace teddy, a pair of suspenders and two camisoles. Then several pair of tights and stockings in a variety of shades and brands some of which were completely new to me.

It was about all I could carry and headed back outside to find another taxi to take me to the hotel. It turned out to be very palatial and a doorman immediately took all of my bags and escorted me to registration. True to Forrest's letter a room had been booked for me and a bellboy took my bags and me too it.

The room well actually it was a suite was magnificent. It was Victorian in style but had all the modern accoutrements, especially the bathroom, which had a huge Jacuzzi. The temptation was too great and I decided to try it out. I began to undress whilst filling the Jacuzzi with hot scented water. It took a while to fill and whilst I waited I unpacked my new belongings and realised as I did so that I would need to buy a suitcase also for when I went to meet Forrest in New York.

Finally the tub had filled and I peeled off my cache and climbed into it. It was absolute heaven, and I used the powerful jets of water to massage my aching back, and the soles of my feet. Bliss sheer bliss.

It was the telephone, which awoke me. I had fallen fast asleep in the dreamy conditions, and the ringing startled me, I climbed out to answer it.

"Hello,"

"Bethany Jacques?" it was a woman's voice.

"Yes!" I answered.

"My name is Frau Wiessman, I have been asked to contact you," her English was poor but she was making herself understood. "You are invited to attend a fitting at my shop 'Geheime RaumLederArt und Weise' on Reichamn Strasse at your convenience tomorrow morning." With that she put the phone down.

I frantically scribbled down the German words she had spoken, I had no idea if the spelling was correct. That must be my next instruction from Forrest, I surmised. What on earth was his game? I was still tired and I pulled back the sheets on the tall four poster bed and climbed in, once more I was fast asleep in minutes.

It was the morning sun, which awoke me for the second time in just two days. I got out of bed and looked out of the large balcony window. Munich was a busy city and people and cars were hurrying everywhere. I remembered the strange telephone call and the note pad on which I had scribbled. I picked it up and tried to read the words, I had no idea if they were correct, What if I couldn't find the shop or even the street? I didn't want to let Forrest down, with whatever he had in store for me.

I did not want to hang around and waste time, so I got into the shower and washed my hair, it needed it. The thick lather from the shampoo made my hair go limp and the long strands trickled my nipples, which immediately began to arouse me. What was left of my manhood, which had started to shrink a little as my hormone balance began change, gradually came alive. It did not take too much fondling of it and my pert nipples to bring me to the point of no return, and I ejaculated into the shower tray. I watched as the thick strands of sperm gradually disappeared down the drain hole.

I found a hair dryer and used my fingers to tousle my hair into something half-respectable. Then used my new cosmetics to bring my face back to life, a thin coat of liquid foundation, then I chose a tawny colour eyeshadow, which was different and pleased me. A coral red lipstick, and my usual black eyeliner and mascara, and finally a squirt of Bvlgari behind my ears and wrists

From yesterdays purchases I chose a pretty black lace bra which fitted me perfectly then I a pair black lace panties. I decided not to wear my cache today. A pair of 40 denier black holdup stockings went under my jeans. I selected the black camisole and wore the blue and green plaid flannel shirt over. Then last of all I tugged on the cowboy boots, I put the credit card in my pocket together with about 1000 marks.

At the reception desk I handed them my notepad and asked if they could decipher

my poor German. It took a few minutes of discussion and several consultations in the phone directory before a pretty young girl who name badge identified as 'Britta' came back to me and said.

"Well we think it says 'Geheime RaumLederArt und Weise' which the street name also suggests."

"This may sound silly I asked but what sort of shop is it?" I asked.

"I don't know it Madam, but the nearest translation is 'The Secret Place of Leather' I think." she said with a smile on her face. I asked her to write it down correctly then I took the notepad from her and left to call a taxi. I gave the driver the address and we arrived outside the shop within just a few minutes.

The window display shocked me somewhat, it looked like a fetish wear shop. I looked at the name on the door and the piece of paper and they matched perfectly. So I opened the door and walked in, a lady who looked about 50 years old was the only person in the place.

"Hello, do you speak English?" I asked slowly.

"Yes Madam, I do" she answered. I recognized the voice "are you Frau Jacques?" I simply nodded. "Good!" she said, walking past me to lock the door. She then beckoned me to follow her into the back of the shop.

"I have had instructions to manufacture some items for you." She said.

"By who, and why?" I asked.

"I do not know, all I received was this letter, giving precise instructions and measurements and a enough money to cover all and more of my expenses. I don't mind telling you that it is quite bizarre. But I have followed the details precisely." She said as she fumbled through some racks. "Now please take off your clothes."

I did not even give it a second thought. I had become very complient over the past day or two and nothing would surprise me now I had even started to like the excitement. As I stripped however I couldnt help wondering what else Forrest had in store for me?

 

 

Chapter 14

For some reason I trusted Forrest, which is mad, I know, after all he had asked me to suck off the guy next to me on the plane. He knew I was a TV but seemed not to mind that. He was stinking rich and, I know, feared by his business enemies, what he did to them I didn't know. But it was probably a lot worse than Mr Peter Jones, the bookie who had got me into this mess.

But I really did feel something for him. Curiosity? Yes, what made such a rich guy tick? Lust? Certainly, I had been desperate for him to fuck me even though I felt bad about 'fooling' him. Which apparently I hadn't. Love? Surely not!?

Anyway, I did what I was asked, I stripped. Alone in the back of the kinky leather store in Munich.

Just as I was naked and very vulnerable, the woman from the store walked in, straight into the changing booth! At least she had the kindness to divert his gaze from my nudity. She shuffled past me, sliding across my nipples as she did so, and opened the small door at the rear end of the booth. Then she stepped back.

"Everything Mr Gaines asked for is there. But please, if you leave the store dressed like that, would you go out of the front, it would be such a good advert for the store? God luck, I think!"

I went into a small 'dressing room' behind the booth, lit only by one electric light bulb. In the centre of the room, in 'pride of place' obviously, was a creation in leather. And what a creation! Black. Shiny. provocative, no, it was worse, it was positively indecent.

It was a dress, of sorts. Well, my mother would have said a 'wide belt' describing one of Kate's mini-dresses. This was, in her terms, a 'narrow belt'.

Did I like it? Of course I did, it was exactly the sort of thing 'Ray' would have liked a girlfriend to wear. In private anyway. And so exactly what 'Sara' would like to wear to show off her assets. MY assets, I corrected myself. I couldn't wait. And I had no choice, as I turned I saw the woman from the store behind me at the front of the booth, gathering and vanishing with my 'day clothes'. Now this was all I COULD wear.

This was exotic fetish wear indeed, just what did Forrest have in mind? Well, only one way to find out. I walked over and took the 'dress' off the hanger. I held it against me and looked in the mirror, yes I could wear it but it would need some SERIOUS underwear.

Which was there, laid on a chair at the side. I looked it over, decided it was possible, and made a start. Basque first, black, silk, size 8, 10 it said. So even smaller than I was used to, but again I could wear it. I hoped. It took some getting on but I managed it, with the help of an interesting little hook, obviously specially designed, which pulled the rear straps tight while I breathed in and enabled me to get the waist RIGHT down. It was really not much more than a waist clincher, though with supports for the undersides of my breasts, lifting and forcing them outwards, and with thin shoulder straps.

Fishnet stockings, very strappy black high-heel boots with, I had heard of these but never seen them, little 'gold' padlocks all the way up to my thighs. I wondered as I started , did I really want this? Well, if Forrest was testing me, YES! Then the dress, thin black leather, with a plunge neckline down between my breasts, hem just above my stocking tops, waist, well, maybe 18" I think. And two gold-coloured zips round the breast cups, again with padlocks. Interesting!

As I finished and began to move round the little changing room to get myself used to the feel and tightness, and to practice breathing I noticed the small make-up mirror with a selection of items arranged in front of it and a picture. It was me, well, not a photo but a picture of a blonde, obviously to show me the 'look' I was to go for. So I did.

Ten minutes later I pulled back the curtain and stepped out, went through into the store. The guy in the shop who was being served turned to look at me, and, I know, had an instant massive erection. The makeup was severe, deep purple and black eyeshadow in a heavy band right across my face, giving me a wide mask-like appearance, very dark and imposing. Lips also in a deep purple, almost black, as were my nails and, to continue the theme, two gold padlock earrings hanging from thick chains almost at shoulder lever and matching a heavy black choker with gold studs and in total seven bracelets, all heavy and gold.

"Mein Gott!!" was all he said, grabbed his own crotch, and rushed out of the shop. The woman behind the counter looked over, her mouth fell open too.

"My dear, you look incredible. Gorgeous and evil, you are going to give someone a night to remember. I have an envelope here to give you, and I much call taxi now for you." While she did I ripped open Forrest's latest instructions.

'Dear Sara,

I assume I am now writing to a dominatrix slut, I wish I could see you like this, maybe one day. But now, when the taxi arrives go with him. When you are let out you have 1/2 mile to walk, through the red light district, to the 'Ratten' Club, continue straight down the street. When you go in you will know what to do.

Have fun

Forrest XXXX'

I still didn't really understand what this was about, but I was enjoying myself. Walking half a mile, dressed like that? Well, it seemed a good test of my compliance.

That half-mile was gorgeous, it really was, walking past girls on the street and their pimps and clients, I never got touched, I don't think anyone dared. But after the first guy I passed shouted out 'Ein Tausend', a bid for my services, and others down the street, the price just escalated. By the time I reached the club it was up to 40 000 marks, presumably for just one sex session. A girl could make a good living like that!

And as I entered the club, suddenly nervous again and wondering what came next, it all became clear. Sat at the bar, surrounded by men who were obviously after something, was a red-haired woman dressed in my outfit, just the same, shiny leather, boots, microskirt, the lot, in scarlet. I crossed to her and smiled.

"Hello, do you speak English? I think we are supposed to meet?" She looked up and saw me, and gasped.

"What.... who.... I don't understand? Who sent you here?"

"I was hoping you might know what is going on. I think we had better move, we are attracting quite some attention." Indeed we were, men in quantity were beginning to gather round, as you might expect, in a club like that, two big-breasted leather-clad tarts, dressed like that. One guy stood in front of us as we began to move towards a table where we could talk.

"How about it girls? A threesome, how much, five thousand? Ten thousand marks? Name your price, please!"! I glared at him

"I've just been offered forty thousand for a solo, so I reckon together we are worth at least 100 thousand? OK?"

His face dropped, he may be rich but was maybe not that rich. Suddenly I felt sorry for him. I grabbed him round the waist and pulled him towards me, lifting my leg to hook it round his bum as I kissed him, hard, my tongue immediately probing his mouth, my own deep red lips eating his. I slid a hand down to his crotch and felt his aroused cock, I dug my fingers in and played with his balls. After not more than five seconds I felt him tense, then tense more, I felt his cock quaking even through his trousers. When I freed his lips from mine and drew back he was still shaking from the orgasm, still wondering what had just happened. Then suddenly a look of satisfaction spread over his face.

"There, honey, that's for free, now let me and my friend pass"

He did. We oat to a table a little out of the way and sat down. I felt totally indecent as I crossed my legs, guys all over the bar were looking at my stocking tops, my thighs, my garters, they could maybe see my panties. My new friend began to speak.

"My name is Greta, my dear, Greta Martz, I received a message this morning to come here tonight, and this outfit too, instructions to wear and so on. I thought I knew why but now I am not so sure." I looked puzzled, then she carried on.

"It is a long story but, my Pierre, he is French, and I have been married 30 years next week, happily until recently. We sought help, the analyst dug deep and revealed hidden sexual frustrations, these were not doing good for us. We told a good friend, I thought he had done something to help. But now I don't know. This is not right?"

"Er, your husband, he is maybe about 55, tallish perhaps, slight grey beard?" I asked

"You know him? But you can't, he would have mentioned an acquaintance looking like you. Unless...? Tell me, do you know an American man, Forrest, maybe?" I looked down instinctively towards my left hand, the big engagement ring he had given me. She noticed.

"Oh no! You and Forrest, I did not know, I am so happy for you, for him, for you both, he is such a good friend for many years, such a man. But why are you here? Surely...?" Again she stopped midway through the sentence, then slowly began to tell me her story

"I must tell, it is most embarrassing, my fantasy involved dressing sexy and tarty, like this, and in public, doing sexy things, with , oh this is TOO shameful to tell to you, with a man, a transvestite. It is strange, some may say evil I know but Pierre knows of it, it is not now such a hidden secret in my subconscious. But it is with a she-man as the Americans say, not with such a beautiful woman like you, certainly not with Forrest's fiancee." I was going to reply but again she must have noticed a look on my face.

"Oh no, surely not. YOU? You are, aren't you, I can see in your face, I would NEVER have known. And, with my Pierre, on an aeroplane, that was his dream, did you?" Yet again I was ready to speak, but a guy from behind the bar came over to us.

"Gut, you are both here now, we are ready. A good show I want, give it all, lots of foreplay, go to it girls!" And with that he lifted me up and deposited me on the raised stage at the end of the bar, then returned to get Frau Martz and dumped her next to me. She looked over at me.

"If you do not know, I think I do, what we do next. Are you ready?" I did speak at last.

"For anything!"

There were two tall stools on the stage, facing each other, we sat on them, she leaned over and started to stroke my hair. I followed her lead and did the same for her. Men started to gather round the stage, to whisper to each other and cheer a little. We gently stroked, caressed, kissed each other for a few minutes as the noise got louder, then Greta reached into a pocket in her dress and pulled out a key. She was puzzled when it did not fit the first padlock she tried, then I realised. I found the same pocket in my outfit, got another key, and reached over. It fitted her padlocks hers must fit mine. We began to undress each other. The noise got louder.

I must admit I had hoped the foreplay would go on for longer but right then Greta really got into her fantasy. We both unzipped the panels round our titties, hers may well have been 'un-enhanced' but they looked gorgeous and her nipples were really standing out and red. Almost as soon as we started to lick and suck each others' she was trying to rip off her dress, I helped her, the panties flew away and I had my tongue buried in her hot went pussy, it was gorgeous. We were both sweating, the leather didn't help, as I tongued her cunt she managed to unlock and slide off my own dress, then we settled into a strange rhythm, concentrating on sucking and licking her as much as I could, her unlocking my boot padlocks! Just after she finished she grabbed my head and thrust it hard between her legs again, and I felt her own juices gushing as she reached her climax.

Her breasts were exposed, pushing appetizingly outwards. Guiding my fingers to her nipples I tweaked and twisted them. They responded quickly by becoming firmer and harder. Hearing her shudder in pleasure made me begin to pant. I moved my eager lips to her breasts, I flicked my tongue; slowly at first and then faster in response to her fleshy desire. I realized that I was now a willing participant in an incredible fantasy.

As a man I once wondered about seeing two women making love. Now, I was one of the women in this fantasy bringing pleasure to my partner while turning on these men. My cock tugged against my confinement. Oh, how badly I wanted release. Sensing her nearing another climax Greta grabbed my right hand and placed it arduously between her legs until my fingers found her stiffening clitoris.

"Oh, Sara, match my rhythm." And match her I did. Slowly I encircled her love button only to then dive deeply into her with two juice-covered fingers. Then widening her vagina I surrounded her entry with the firmness of my palm.

"Rub harder Sara, harder. Faster. Faster!" she called out thrusting her shuddering mound into my hand. "Oh God, Sara. I'm going to cum. Kiss me deeply."

I wrapped my wanton lips around hers and at the moment that I thrusted my tongue into her captivating mouth her whole body vibrated and erupted in a spasm of lusty release. She screamed in pleasure over and over and over again. I could not take my eyes or hands off her.

The sounds of the men moaning slowly penetrated back into the room. It took a few moments to register that they were still watching us, their passions rising. I was a slut, yes, obviously much more than that, we could both see about 50 guys staring at us making love, that seemed to thrill her more, she looked round and produce another wave of thrusting as I pushed my tongue deeper into her wet cunt.

We both relaxed, the barman who had been watching fetched us drinks. As Greta used my own key on her boots I downed mine in one, I wandered over to the edge of the stage and thrust my own groin towards a rather overweight guy who I had seen shouting encouragement later. He was shocked to see the front of my thong pushed towards him, it was a man next to him who reached over and pulled my panties off. It got another cheer, they were obviously ready for round 2.

Greta took my hand and led me back centre stage, staring between my legs. I smiled at her, only she knew why. I reached down and managed to slide a long purple nail in behind my cache and peeled it so she could see. My message was clear, she came towards me and took the flap between her own scarlet-tipped fingers. I knew this was going to hurt!

In one motion she tugged sharply, it ripped off. It didn't cause any permanent damage, pulled off a few of my real pubic hairs and stung like mad.

My cock stood to attention. Suddenly the noise from the crowd vanished. They were stunned into total silence! Greta knelt down and took me, all of me, in her mouth, hardly touched my ball sac, I climaxed at once. Still total silence. My cum spurted out, she was not ready for the sheer force of it, she had to breathe. As Greta did so the hot liquid shot out round my cock and over her face, it was dripping from her lips. I glimpsed over her shoulder, at least four guys were wanking away, I saw one ejaculate into his hand in the second row back! Then Greta slid off and looked up, I lifted her face to mine, we kissed.

And a riot of applause broke out, everyone stood up, applauding, shouting, throwing money and notes onto the stage. The manager, the guy who had carried us both up onto the stage, appeared with two robes, our clothes vanished from the stage, souvenirs for customers who had just experienced simultaneous hereto and lesbian sex.

We staggered after the manager, both getting groped and fondled as we pushed through the crowd to a little room behind the bar. Greta spent a minute chatting to the manager while I cleaned myself up and fitted my cache loosely in place, then rubbed down with a towel he offered.

"He has just offered us an indecent amount of money to do that every night!" she said. But we both had different thoughts, to get out of there. I could tell, her 'fantasy block' had been broken, she was smiling, almost radiant, I could tell she and Pierre would have a damn good fucking next time they got down to it.

My clothes had arrived from the leather shop, Forrest was behind this, the organisation was superb, and another envelope. 'Open tomorrow morning, rest now! F.' it said on the front.

I went back to my hotel, thankfully I got a taxi door-to-door, and collapsed in a deep sleep, not waking until after 9. Quickly before dressing I opened the envelope. It simply held a plane ticket in the name of 'Mlle Sara Ręver Éveillé', for that very afternoon, to Dallas!

It was nearly midnight, by my watch anyway which I hadn't reset, when the stewardess brought me a small package, which she had been told to give me during the flight. It held a Walkman and a tape. I put it in and switched on, and heard Forrest's voice.

"Sara my darling, this seems the best way of telling you what I know and how I feel. I have known almost from the start. My security team checks thoroughly into the background of any women who seem to try to get their hooks into me. I told them you were different and it wasn't needed but they insisted. I didn't realise just how different until they found out!"

So why am I still 'here' for you? When I was 12 my parents found me dressing in my mother's clothes and sent me to boarding school. They hoped to at least hide, maybe even solve my 'problem'. I hid it, played quarterback, swam for the team, all the macho things. But I also volunteered for the female lead in every Christmas play we did, and loved it."

"Since then I haven't dressed but I have been fascinated, from a distance, by TV-ism. You have awoken that fascination and I began to wonder just what I could get away with. The team have helped, three of them, you will meet them later, they all 'know' but no-one else close to me does except my dear friends Greta and Pierre. Thanks from them by the way."

"Anyway when you land at Dallas, give up, go home, and forget me if you don't want to take this on OR get to the Gaines ranch by 12 noon Saturday. I HOPE to see you there. Be prepared for a surprise my dear."

That was it, decision time. The actual decision came a few hours later, in the back of a limousine at the airport. I had changed in the VIP lounge, back to comfortable, red minidress and high heels, and accepted the two envelopes from the chauffeur.

'LONDON' or 'DALLAS'. I tore up the London envelope, the other held one piece of paper.

"My DARLING Sara.

Thanks!

YOUR Forrest'

The car sped through the city and out along the freeway, I dozed in the heat much of the way, eventually arriving at the 'Gaines Ranch' at 11.30. To be greeted by Kate and Jessica!

"Come on Sara, we have half an hour. Quickly!" urged Kate. "We all have to change."

That was the quickest and definitely the most effective 'makeover' I ever had. Within less than the half-hour I was ready, standing in a large lounge area in the house, wearing, well, very little! A slim white pushup bra and white thong, and a gorgeous long silk dress, slit up almost to the waist, spaghetti shoulder strapsshowing off my big titties, white strappy sandals with impossibly high heels, my hair up, feeling very good about myself.

Kate came in having changed herself, she and Jessica had on very similar dresses but shorter, in a pale blue. Kate shoved a bouquet of flowers into my hand and turned me round, then opened the French windows behind me. I gasped.

There were people there, maybe 100 of them, seated in two rows, we walked down the aisle between them, towards Forrest, and a 'minister'. As I walked slowly up to them I could tell, they both had difficulty controlling their erections. I glimpsed around and saw Greta and Pierre near the front, how had they got here so quickly?

I smiled and Pierre winked conspiratorially at me. Of course it wasn't a proper wedding, the minister was an out-of-work actor, but he was very convincing in his role. We reckoned that 90 of the people there, including all Forrest's business people and family, took it as real.

I've been 'out of commission' for a week now, no time or opportunity to write. The honeymoon was gorgeous, on a Caribbean island built for two, literally. One house and one heliport and nothing else, an entire week of naked sunbathing swimming and of course fucking. I don't know how many positions there are in the Kama Sutra but we think we've tried 23 this week. All wonderful, some of them WONDERFUL, our geometry seems not to matter, we just fit!

The time on the beach at dawn, a solid half-hour's very slow shafting, that was sensational. And the fuck we had after we watched the video of Greta and myself performing in Munich, as you can imagine that turned us both on. I teased him then, kept him hard and erect and NEARLY cumming for about two hours. It was worth it in the end though.

We had the latest copy of 'Time' magazine who did an article on the wedding. Great pictures, and my biography looks good, I was amazed how much of it is 'true'. Except for the girls' school and the affair with the footballer, Forrest's team have come up with a good story for the press. Even a picture of me and Kate, 'the two gorgeous sisters', on a beach in Tenerife. I've never been there in my life, but there we were in a big spread. A very well done fake, the 'Kate' part and the background came from a shoot she had out there two years ago, the 'Sara' was, I knew, taken by one of the 'team' in Bahrain, when I was nude sunbathing on the hotel veranda. At least they had the politeness to paste on a tiny bikini! Now 'Newsweek' want an exclusive, I'm being interviewed tomorrow before we fly back to Texas.

He's not as rich as I thought, you know. Forrest thinks that if he had to pay off all his creditors, shareholders etc he wouldn't be worth much more than a couple of hundred million. That will do me!

We are flying back tonight, I have to go shopping tomorrow for some clothes. Yes, MORE. Forrest wants me in something unbelievably tiny and revealing and sexy tomorrow night, we have dinner at the White house!

The guy who is probably the next President (I'm glad it's not the old one!) has invited the two most influential men in the country for a chat, so it's Bill the software genius, Forrest, the oil king and their wives. Miranda and me! Should be fun!

THE END

 

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