The Terrace View Apartments              by: Sean McBride

 

Chapter 3 - "Bob and Candy"

I woke up on the third day of my new life, sore all over from having slept the night in my car. Sore, but quite satisfied. After all, I’d been treated to a nighttime tour of Houston’s most erotic sights and capped off the evening with a backseat blowjob from a somewhat masculine, but admittedly very talented transvestite.

I was still wiping the sleep from my eyes when I heard the soft tapping of fingernails on my window. I looked up through the cobwebs to see Bob, my waitress from last night looking in on me. He smiled at me as I rolled down the window. Bob the waitress asked me if I was okay, and I just grinned sheepishly and tried to make up an excuse. I told him that I was on my way to register for my new apartment at Terrace View, but Earl and I finished up too late last night to check in.

Just like Earl had done last evening, Bob cocked an eyebrow and looked me up and down. Finally, he laughed and invited me to come inside "Sweet Surprises" for a cup of coffee. "You’ll need to clean up first," he said as he unlocked the door, "if you want to have any chance of getting into Terrace View."

It was 1pm, and the bar wouldn’t open until two, so I had the luxury of sitting for an hour and talking to Bob as he put on his skimpy waitress dress and makeup. The transformation was incredible, as "Bob" turned into a sexy woman before my very eyes—all the while chatting me up like it was no big deal. I tried to ask Bob, now Bobby, what he knew about the Terrace View Apartments, but I couldn’t get a straight answer so I eventually dropped the subject and just concentrated on how good Bobby was looking.

Bobby started to notice my intentions, so she handed me a big pink towel and told me that I should grab a quick shower before the rest of the girls came in for their shifts.

Which is how I found myself standing in an empty dressing room, imagining Candy, Misty, Denise, Rachael and the rest of the strippers getting ready for their various dance routines. In my imagination, I could almost hear them giggling and talking girl talk as they did their hair and shimmied into their revealing costumes. The thought was making me more than a little horny, and I decided to quickly hit the shower before one of the strippers walked in and found me masturbating in their dressing room.

I went into the shower and carefully locked the door behind me. The warm water did wonders to sooth my aching muscles, except for the one that had been throbbing ever since I entered the dressing room. I soaped up, and spent a little extra time cleaning my penis. It felt great, so I closed my eyes and aimed the water spray directly at my groin.

As I leaned back, something brushed against my face. I looked up and saw that one of the strippers had left her bra and panties drying on a hook. I knew that it was wrong, but I couldn’t stop myself. Leaving the water running, I stepped out of the shower, dried off and nervously put on the pale pink bra and panty set. It was nothing but sheer lace, and every time that I moved, the lace scratched against my now-twitching cock, driving me closer to the point of orgasm. Indeed, it was as I was twisting about, trying to figure out how to fasten the bra strap when everything suddenly went blank and I started ejaculating non-stop into the lacy panties.

It was an amazing orgasm, and I had to hold onto the shower rod to keep from falling to the floor. I stood there panting for a few minutes, appreciating how the fine lace had trapped all of my cum in its web. I was so enthralled that I must not have heard the key in the door, and it wasn’t until Candy the stripper giggled directly behind me that I realized that I had been caught.

"So," she said as if nothing was wrong, "You’re the guy who’s going to live at Terrace View?" I was too embarrassed to do anything but stammer in the affirmative. "Don’t worry honey, you think I haven’t seen a man jacking off in a pair of panties before? How do you think I got started?"

I tried to protest, but Candy just laughed and closed the door, telling me to clean up before the other girls came in. I quickly complied, embarrassed beyond belief and wanting nothing more than to get the hell out of there. Still, I thought as I was desperately rinsing out the cum-filled panties in the sink, Candy didn’t seem to be all that angry…

I was planning out my escape when I noticed that the dressing room was quiet, so I poked my head out the door, and finding the room deserted, I cautiously crept toward the exit. I was busted as soon as I turned the corner. Candy and Bobby were out talking in the hallway, and by the way that they both burst into laughter when they saw me, I knew that they had been talking about my shower scene.

Blushing bright red, I apologized as I quickly slid past the two women. I was shaking and at the point of tears when I felt a gentle hand take my arm from behind. It was Bobby, and she looked at me with such compassion that I stopped dead in my tracks.

"Hey, don’t go away mad," Bobby said as she gave me a comforting smile. "Stay for the show and I’ll treat you to lunch." I wasn’t hungry, but I was in no condition to protest, so Bobby the shemale waitress led me to a seat at the edge of the stage and sat me down.

"Actually," she said as she leaned in close to whisper in my ear, "we think it’s pretty hot, finding a guy who likes lingerie as much as we ‘girls’ do." Bobby left her lipstick mark on my cheek and then left to go find a sandwich and a beer.

I had just about settled my nerves when the lights suddenly dimmed and music started pounding over the loudspeaker. In a burst of light, Candy appeared at the end of the stage dressed in a businessman’s suit and tie. She strutted down the runway officiously carrying a briefcase-- looking me directly in the eye the whole time (where else was she going to look? I was the only person in the place).

Putting the briefcase on the floor, Candy bent over and basically shoved her ass right at me as she removed a pair of handcuffs from the case. She spun around, and smiling lecherously, she sauntered toward me, distracting me as she deftly locked my right hand to the rail at the edge of the stage. Candy stepped back and blew me a kiss, before proceeding to strip off the suit jacket and tie. Then, just as the music built in intensity, her white shirt burst open and Candy’s amazing breasts were revealed to be barely contained by a lacy pink bra.

The same bra that I had just been wearing a few moments earlier.

When she slipped out of her pants, I found that she was also wearing the pink lace panties, which were still wet. As I was the only person in the room and I was also handcuffed, Candy came down from the stage and proceeded to rub the wet lace all over my face and crotch. I was instantly hard again, and I reached to touch Candy’s magnificent breasts, but Candy wagged a finger teasingly at me and then handcuffed my left hand to my chair.

Bobby came by with my lunch, and found Candy wiggling away on my lap. He/she handed over the food and several beers, and Candy began to erotically feed me. Some of the food went directly into my mouth; some of it went down my pants. Some of it went into Candy’s panties first before going into my mouth. And some of it was slathered onto Candy’s tits where I would try to lick up whatever was stuck in Candy’s mesmerizing cleavage.

And there was also the cold beer, which was poured down my throat in between every bite. Actually, it wasn’t just poured, but rather the longneck bottle was gently but firmly pushed into my mouth so that I was deep-throating the bottle to get a sip.

It was overwhelming my senses, as Candy’s fingers in my hair combined with the greasy food being ground into my lap by the rhythmic motions of Candy’s ass. It was all too much, and I let myself go and took the bottle all the way down my throat just as I burst forth in orgasm once again.

The wet spot grew rapidly on my pants, but Candy wasn’t content. She continued dancing in my lap and had me rock hard again with just a few minutes. It was amazing. I’d certainly never experienced anything like this in my old life!

And then, to my utter dismay, the song ended. Candy took a suggestive sip of my beer and discarded her bra by draping it over my head. She blew me a kiss and then strutted back to the dressing room, leaving my cock so hard that it hurt. And since my hands were both handcuffed, I wasn’t able to adjust the awkward tent that had formed in my pants.

"I think she likes you." Bobby said as he came up behind me. "Actually, we all like you." Bobby said as she reached into my lap and gently pushed my penis flat against my stomach. Looking deep into my eyes, Bobby smiled and then kissed me full on the mouth. I wasn’t expecting this, and when the kiss finally ended, Bobby had unlocked my hands.

Bobby then stuck his/her tongue into my ear before whispering in a soft, sultry voice, "Go to the dressing room. Candy wants to show you how much she likes you."

All my trepidation had long since vanished, replaced only by the longing in my groin. My penis led the way, and I burst into the dressing room with a passion that I didn’t know I possessed. I walked directly over to Candy, and grabbing her long blonde hair, I pulled her to me and kissed her roughly. She was already half-naked, so it was no big deal to rip the lace panties from her body. I had guessed that Candy too was a shemale, but I was surprised at how big she was. She was bigger than I was, and I wondered how she hid herself in when she danced.

But I’d find that out later. Right now, I was only thinking about fucking Candy. I picked her up and headed to the shower. Never taking my mouth off her perfect breasts, I positioned her under the warm water jet.

Quickly stripping, I jumped in the shower and immediately started kissing up and down her body. I certainly didn’t stop when I reached Candy’s swelling penis, and attacked her now-stiff member like a madman. I bobbed up and down on her shaft for a few minutes before I felt somebody playing with my anus. I opened my eyes just in time to see Bobby’s reflection in the mirror ramming her cock into my ass.

What a picture! In the steamy mirror I saw two wet shemales and me sandwiched in between them with their hard cocks pounding into me from both ends. I just rocked back and forth, enjoying the new sensations. Bobby started to stiffen behind me, and I was so concentrating on the feeling of his cum spurting into my behind that I didn’t notice that Candy was ready to ejaculate until she suddenly filled my mouth with her seed.

I swallowed every drop and Candy commented that I’d make a pretty good shemale whore. I just smiled and said that beautiful shemales had an overwhelming affect on me. Now it was Candy’s turn to smile, and she said that she had something special for me to try. At this point I was game for anything. After all, I’d never had any sexual experiences like this in my old life.

So I was led out to the dressing room where Bobby and Candy laid me back onto a big padded board. They pulled several straps out from underneath which locked my torso firmly against the board. My legs were pulled up to meet my body and were similarly fastened down.

Throughout all of this Candy and I were making out so I wasn’t too concerned about being tied up. But Bobby got my attention when she started shoving a large greased pole up my ass Then she slipped a noose around my testicles and yanked down roughly before lockeing them to the base of the pole sticking so deeply inside me. My feet rested on the base, so I could fuck myself with the pole by simply pushing up and down with my toes.

Finally my hands were locked up next to my head and Bobby and Candy laughed in triumph as they brought forth several other padded boards, which were quickly turned into a solid box. The only opening was positioned directly in front of my mouth, and my face was pulled forward so that it was held securely against the opening..

I was plunged into complete darkness, and if I thought that I couldn’t move before, I was unprepared for the expanding padding, which was suddenly inflated by using a pressurized air tank. I was being crushed from all sides, and even the pole in my behind (which was now vibrating nicely) seemed to grow thicker and longer with the added air pressure.

I would have screamed out in pain, but an inflatable penis had suddenly expanded into my mouth. I couldn’t breathe at first, but Bobby told me to suck hard. I found that as I sucked in on the blow up penis gag, it opened up enough to allow some air into my lungs. I had to keep sucking constantly or I would die of asphyxiation!

I don’t know how long I stayed immobilized in the tiny box, but I could feel myself being wheeled around. I was shoved roughly against the wall, and relieved when the penis gag was finally removed. But my relief was short lived, as a real penis, which slowly pumped in and out of my mouth, quickly replaced it.

"So who’s in the box?" an unknown man’s voice asked, never slowing down his thrusts. Candy just laughed from somewhere nearby. "He’s a new guy, going to live at Terrace View, so we’re sort of helping him get ready."

The unknown man grunted his approval and within minutes he shot into my mouth. "Not bad," the man said and left. Then I heard Candy somewhere close by. "Having fun?" she asked. I thought long and hard and realized that I was enjoying myself and I told her so. "Good," Candy squealed in delight. "We’re going to have a lot of fun. I’m going to keep you under my dressing table all day today. You can help me get ready for my routines."

I told her that was okay by me, but my mouth was so dry that I could use some water. It wasn’t water that Candy pissed into my mouth. I started to retch in shock, but Candy’s cock worked its way in between my urine and cum-soaked lips, and I forgot my distaste concentrated on making her happy.

That was the routine for the rest of the day. After a while the air pressure was reduced, but I was still kept boxed up with the pole buzzing in my ass and a cock pounding into my mouth all afternoon. Candy and the other strippers used me, as did some of the men from the audience. Bob introduced me to Steve, the bartender—or at least Steve the bartender’s penis. All and all, I probably sucked fifteen cocks that afternoon, and I thought about the woman at the all-night adult video store that Earl had shown me. I knew how she felt, and I wondered if she enjoyed her predicament as much as I enjoyed mine.

I was thinking about this when I erupted once again in orgasm. My cum splashed against the rubber, mixed with my sweat and slowly trickled down to my feet. With this spurt, I sunk into exhaustion and since there wasn’t another penis to suck right then, I fell asleep inside my confining box.

I came to a few hours later to find Candy and Bobby gently prodding me awake. I had been sleeping in the corner of the dressing room while the other strippers got ready, oblivious to my presence. Candy and Bobby helped me to the shower, as my muscles were a bit unsteady. They both gently washed and dried me until I felt that I had enough strength to continue by myself.

Bobby was brushing out my hair as Candy had me step into a pair of her silk panties.

I didn’t object.

Bobby asked me if I had enjoyed myself. I truthfully told her yes. "Good," she said. "Wait until you move into Terrace View. You’ll have access to stuff like this every day." I grinned broadly and wondered if I could get somebody like Candy all boxed up and waiting for me at my apartment. Once again, I blessed this new life of mine.

Fifteen minutes later I was climbing into Candy’s car for a quick ride to the Terrace View Apartments. She dropped me off at the front gate and gave me a big kiss before letting me out of the car. "I don’t even know your name," she said with a laugh.

I started to tell her what it was, but she stopped me and said that I could tell her next time we met. "It will give me something to look forward to," she said before driving off and leaving me at the front gate.

 

 

*********************************************
© 2001 by Sean McBride. All Rights Reserved. These documents (including, without limitation, all articles, text, images, logos, compilation design) may printed for personal use only. No portion of these documents may be stored electronically, distributed electronically, or otherwise made available without express written consent of the copyright holder.