I spent the next day wandering around the house in panties and high heels and practicing my makeup skills. I looked pretty convincing now, and if you didn’t know I had a cock you’d think I was a girl. I’d really enjoyed the sex with the Japanese guys. And I realized that I liked it with more than one guy (like mummy like daughter, although I was also quite happy to fuck one-on-one), as well as a little rough (didn’t know about mummy on this one). Mr. Townshend must have seen this in me early on, and he hadn’t needed long to open my eyes to my real self. Our fuck last night was great, and he seemed to perform better when he knew I’d just been banged by someone else or when I was telling him about my fucks.
I went out shopping (as Paige, in a tight top, tight jeans and high heels, with Mr. Townshend’s credit card) the following morning, and on impulse I bought a second school uniform and some striped Japanese schoolgirl panties with ties at the side and a matching bra (the “Mitsu effect”?). I needed some new underwear as well, and a couple more wigs. This all took a couple of hours, and I arrived home about midday.
I opened the front door and heard voices, Mr. Townshend and another man.
“Paige, is that you dear? Come in and meet Mr. Edelmann.”
I went into the study. A slim, elegant looking man of about 60 was standing beside the desk where Mr. Townshend was writing something. He saw me walk in, took me in from head to toe, and almost sneered.
“Hermann, this is my Paige. He’s been dying to meet you!”
“Hello Mr. Edelmann, I’m Paige. Nice to meet you.”
“Please, call me Hermann. The pleasure is all mine.”
He took my hand and squeezed it until I winced. Then he smiled.
“Mr. Townshend has been telling me all about you, Paige. Unfortunately I’m only here for a couple of hours, but I hope we can be good friends during that time.”
Understood.
“I’m sure we can, Mr. Edelmann...er…Hermann.”
Mr. Townshend: “Why don’t you go upstairs and slip into something lighter. You must be so hot with all that on.”
Understood.
I went to my room, stripped off completely, and thought about what to put on for Hermann. The Lolita outfit would be good because he looked like a sadist and would love dominating a little girl, but it would take too long to get into, and besides my makeup was wrong for it. He’d love a defenseless look, but how to do it? Easy, keep it simple…
I get ready and go back downstairs.
“Here I am!”
I walk into the study: Pink high heels, baby-girl white socks with frills, a big pink bow tied around my cock, and nothing else.
Mr. Townshend is gone, and Mr. Edelmann is sitting at his desk.
He looks me over and the sneer returns.
“Come over here Paige.
“Yes, Hermann.”
“You will call me Mr. Edelmann”, he says harshly. “Understood?”
“Yes, Mr. Edelmann.”
I walk over to the desk.
“Come around here where I can see you properly.”
I start to move.
“I didn’t hear you.”
“Yes, Mr. Edelmann.”
“Turn around.”
“Yes, Mr. Edelmann.”
“Bend over.”
“Yes, Mr. Edelmann.”
He takes hold of my buttocks and parts them, lets them go, and then spanks me so hard I almost fall over.
“Did you like that, Paige?”
“Yes, Mr. Edelmann.”
“Turn to face me.”
“Yes, Mr. Edelmann.”
I turn to face him.
“Hands behind your back.”
“Yes, Mr. Edelmann.”
He caresses my balls and then grasps my hardening cock and squeezes so hard that I cry out.
“Quiet!”
“Yes, Mr. Edelmann.”
Then he opens a briefcase on the desk, takes some rope out, stands up, and walks behind me. I can feel him tying my hands. He goes back to the briefcase and removes something else. A leash. He fastens the collar around my neck, tight but not too tight, and tugs the leash. I stumble forward, and he sneers.
“Let’s go.”
“Yes, Mr. Edelmann.”
And we start walking, or rather, he walks and I follow. We go up the stairs and turn into Mr. Townshend’s bedroom. He is naked on the bed, stroking his cock. I start to say something.
“Quiet!”
“Yes, Mr. Edelmann.”
“Kneel!”
“Yes, Mr. Edelmann.”
I kneel in front of him and he starts to open his trousers.
“Do you want this, Paige?”
“Yes, Mr. Edelmann.”
“I can’t hear you.”
“Yes, Mr. Edelmann.”
He lower his trousers and drop his underpants. His cock is hard and wet amid a mass of dark hair.
“Do you like it, Paige?”
“Yes, Mr. Edelmann.”
He pulls my head roughly toward him and thrusts his cock in my mouth, then starts jerking my head back and forth. I splutter, but he doesn’t stop.
“No noise!”
I can’t answer.
“I can’t hear you.”
He pulls my head back hard.
“Yes, Mr. Edelmann.”
His cock goes back in.
Then he stops and pulls out.
“Kneel at the end of the bed, quickly!”
“Yes, Mr. Edelmann.”
I can see Mr. Townshend in front of me. His cock is hard wet, and he’s still stroking slowly.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Paige?”
“Yes, Mr. Edelmann.”
“I can’t hear you.”
“Yes, Mr. Edelmann.”
And in he goes. Hard. He grabs my shoulders and starts ramming me, and Mr. Townshend starts stoking harder. Mr. Edelmann’s wet groin is slapping my buttocks, and then he comes in a huge squirt. I look at Mr. Townshend, and he’s come too.
Mr. Edelmann withdraws and stands up.
“Get up!”
“Yes, Mr. Edelmann.”
And he almost chokes me as he pulls me up by the leash.
Out we go, back down the stairs to the study. He undoes my hands and takes the collar off my neck.
“Go upstairs and put some clothes on! You look like a disgusting slut!”
“Yes, Mr. Edelmann.”
Now I notice that I must have come while he was fucking me.
I go upstairs to wipe myself down and put something on. Mr. Townshend’s door is shut, so I go straight to my room.
Something unslutty……an off-the-shoulder maxi dress with a floral pattern, and ballet flats. Also a quick makeup fix. I take a minute to compose myself and then go into the corridor. Mr. Townshend’s door is open and he’s not there, so I go downstairs. They’re in the study, Mr. Townshend seated at the desk and Mr. Edelmann standing in front of it.
“Paige! Mr. Edelmann is just leaving. Come and say goodbye!”
“It’s been a pleasure. Mr. Edelmann. I’ve enjoyed your company very much.”
“The feeling is very mutual Paige, and remember, I did ask you to call me Hermann!”
He beams at us and walks off.
I look at Mr. Townshend, and we both smile.
We have a late lunch.
“Oh shit, mother’s coming tomorrow, isn’t she?”
“Don’t worry Paige, it’s all taken care of. She’s arriving at noon. She’s agreed to take the twins and their friends in the afternoon, and Mitsu and his friends in the evening. I sent her some money to buy some more underwear and shoes. She still thinks you don’t know, so play along.”
Fast-forward to Thursday morning
Mr. Townshend and I are lying in bed after a leisurely fuck.
“If mummy’s going to be busy with all those guys, what am I going to do?”
“Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll think of something, sweetie.”
Mother arrives early, about an hour before noon. I’m dressed in the floral maxi dress and ballet flats to meet her.
“Oh Paige, you’re looking even more beautiful! But…don’t you think you should dress a little…”
“Sexier for Mr. Townshend?” I smile.
“Well, yes.”
“Don’t worry, mum. I do, nearly all the time. You’ll see later.”
“Are you being good to him and doing what he tells you?”
“Always.”
Mr. Townshend comes out to join us.
“Ah, there you are Jean! Let me take your suitcase. Oh, it’s quite heavy!”
Mother smiles: “Thanks to you!”
“No thanks needed.”
“What’s inside?”, I ask innocently.
Mr. Townshend: “Remedial reading texts.”
Mother: “That’s right dear.”
Me: “Okoh.”
Mr. Townshend: “You can use the upstairs room opposite Paige’s clothes room, I’ll put the suitcase there for you. You’ll be able to use the study for the boys. They’ll be here at 1pm. I’ve put the key in the door so you can lock it for privacy. I know you won’t want to be disturbed.”
Mother: “That’s very thoughtful. Thankyou!”
I take mother to the kitchen to make her a coffee while Mr. Townshend goes upstairs.
“Paige, are you keeping him happy?”
“Yes, he’s very happy with me, mum.”
“That’s such a relief. Remember, always do what he wants.”
“Yes, I know mum. I always do.”
“That’s such a lovely dress. Can I try it on later?”
“Sure, when we go upstairs.”
We sit down to have our coffees while Mr. Townshend potters upstairs.
“Jean, are you watching the time?”, he calls from the landing.
“Yes, we’re just coming up now. I need to get ready.”
“You still have time to try the dress on first mum.”
“Yes, let’s do that. It’s so lovely.”
When we get to the top of the stairs I have a brainwave. All I have to do now is make sure I can deliver on it.
“Come into my clothes room.”
We go in, mum shuts the door, and I take off the dress. I’m left standing in a bra and panties and my ballet flats.
Mum: “You really do look lovely…no wonder Mr. Townshend…” and she stops.
“Here mum, take your clothes off and try it. it’s actually more comfortable with nothing underneath.”
“But..”
“Oh don’t be silly. We’re both girls!”
She smiles and starts undressing, down to her bra and panties. “Oh, come on, mum!”
She removes both and stands naked in front of me. Nice body (but of course I’d seen it before.)
I hand her the dress, and she pulls it on and looks in the mirror.
“Oh, it does look nice doesn’t it?”
“Here, try it with these heels. We should be the same size.”
“Hmm, they do lift my bum, don’t they.”
I rummage around and find a lime-green bodycon minidress.
“How about this?”
“Oh, I couldn’t.”
“Oh, yes you could!”
And she does. I can see she loves it.
“What else do you have, Paige?” She’s hooked.
We go through five or six outfits, all sexy. Time passes, and then I pull out my trump card: the school uniform.
I hold it up and look at her questioningly.
“Oh, should I? It’s so…”
“Of course you should! I have a full outfit here! You’ll love the look! Undies first.”
I pull out the striped pantie and bra set and hunt out the white stay-up stockings. She has the underwear on when I find them. The bra just keeps her breasts in, and the tied panties look great.
“Here, pull these on and we’ll get to the outfit.”
She has the blouse, skirt, tie, and blazer on in no time.
“Don’t look yet, you need these on first!” and I pass her the black patent leather heels.
“And last, the hair.”
I arrange her own hair in a hairnet and then fix the blonde twin-tail wig.
“Now you can look.”
“Oh my God! Is that me? It’s…it’s…”
“You look amazing mum!”
And she did. The super-short skirt just hid her bum and showed nearly all her leg, and the shirt and blazer were just that little bit too tight for her breasts.
I gave her makeup a quick retouch and glossed her lips.
“You know, Paige, I actually love it!”
“Jean, don’t be long. I’ve taken the texts down to the study, and the boys will be here in 10 minutes!”
It was Mr. Townshend outside the door.
Mum looks panicked.
“Oh, what can I do? There’s no time…I…”
“Mum, you have to go like that. Don’t worry, the boys will love it!”
“But…”
“There’s a bottle of Scotch in our bedroom. I’ll go get it, and if you have a couple of drinks you’ll be fine.”
I pull on a one-piece, bring the Scotch and a glass, and mother has one, then two, then another, and another, and then one more.
“Ah, that feels better. Yes, I think you’re right. They might like it.”
“Jean, the boys are ready and waiting!”
“Coming, coming!”
She rises a little unsteadily, and I take her arm.
“Don’t worry mum, I’ll walk you down, and remember to lock the door as you don’t want anyone walking in on your class.”
Mr. Townshend was waiting outside my door, and his eyes widened when he saw mum.
“Oh Jean! What a great idea! The boys will love you!”
We walk mum down, open the study door for her, wait until she locks it, and then rush to the two-way mirror to see what happens.
The six boys have pulled chairs to the seating area and are around the small table with the sofa (where they fucked her before). Whatever talking was going on stops. Mum walks a little unsteadily, and if we stand on the far right or the mirror we can just follow her to the desk. She sits on it, then stands up again and leans against it. Still silence.
“Fuck. You look hot ma’am.”
“Yeah, real hot.”
“Geez, fucking awesome.”
She smiles: “You l..l..l..like it?”
The alcohol is kicking in.
“Shit yes!”
“S..s..so do I!”
“Ma’am, could you turn around for us?”
“Shhhure!”
She stands back from the desk and spins, but almost loses her balance and reaches for the desk. As she does her skirt lifts and her tie-up striped panties are on show. She stays where she is, supporting herself on her hands.
“Damn, look at that!”
It’s Jerry. He stand up, pulls his T-shirt over his head, gets out of his shorts and boxers, and walks over behind her with his hard-on in his hand.
“Ma’am. I’m Jerry. We’ve met before. Do you remember me?”
“Hmm, Jerry…not sure…”
“Well, maybe you remember this.”
He pulls on the ties to loosen her panties, throws them to one of the others, wets his cock with his spittle, and starts to work it in her arse.
Mother: “Ow…ah…aaah…oooh.”
He’s in and pumping slowly, and mother spreads her hands on the table and sticks her butt out.
“Oh, Jerry…I…sort of remember now.”
That’s the signal. The other five guys are out of their clothes in no time and lined up behind him.
Alan is first in line.
“Jerry, let’s go slow. Don’t want to come too early, do we?”
Jerry looks around, grins, and pulls out, and Alan takes his place.
“I’m Alan, ma’am. We’ve met before as well.”
“Alan. Oh yesh, I do remember you.”
Alan pummels her particularly hard.
“That’s nishe…”
The he’s out and the next guy is in, until all six have introduced themselves to her arse.
Jerry: “Let’s pair up and we can double-team her.”
“Fucking great idea!”
“It’s going to be easier if we get some of her gear off. Let’s leave the skirt and tie. That’ll be hot!”
Two of them walk over to my mother, and each takes one arm.
“Ma’am, we’re going to make you more comfortable.”
“That’s so kind. Thank you. I am feeling a little woozy.”
Jerry: “Don’t worry ma’am, we can fix that!”
He goes back to his shorts, takes a small package from one of the pockets, and removes a pink pill.
“Hey, Jerry. She’s been drinking. Is that OK?”
Jerry: “Yep, no problem. This is tried and trusted. It’ll kick in in no time and just make her feel high.”
“Here, take this ma’am, then you’ll feel better.”
“Thank you.”
She swallows the pill, and they remove her blazer, then the shirt, and finally the bra.
One of the twins: “She really has fucking nice tits, eh?”
The guys holding her arms lower her to her knees.
“Why don’t you fuck them?”
He walks over, puts his cock between her breasts, and starts.
“Don’t come, you fucking idiot!”
“Oh, yeah..”
“Small table again?”
“Yep, that’s the easiest place.”
We’ve both had whopping hard-ons for the last few minutes, and Mr. Townshend is starting to push his into my arse. I tell him to wait a little longer.
The boys move mother to the table and put her on her knees. The twins go first.
“We’re the birthday boys! Remember?”
The pill has kicked in, and mother is starting to get into it.
“Yes! Are you going to fuck me again?”
“Right now, ma’am!”
One cock goes in her arse and the other in her mouth, and she manages to stay in rhythm with both.
“Fuck, I’m going to shoot!”
The twins come at almost the same time, and mother gets a double fill.
“Oh boys, that was soo good. Can you do it again?”
The next pair step up.
“Yes ma’am, no problem!”
Process repeated and the same with the last two.
Everyone came and mother is prostrate on the table.
“Oh, you boys are so wonderful! So young, and so strong! And such big cocks, and…”
She stands up suddenly, pulls her skirt and tie off, lies back-down on the table, and spreads her legs with her hands.
“...and I want another one!”
Me to Mr. Townshend: “God, fuck me mow! Please!”
He pushes inside me and we both come almost immediately.
“Thanks, I needed that.”
“I did too, sweetie. I did too.”
Jerry steps up.
“Ma’am, I’m Jerry. Would you like me to fuck you again?”
“God yes, quickly, quickly!”
The other guys snicker: “Wow, she’s really high now!”
Jerry lowers himself to the level of her hips, thrusts himself inside her, then picks her up off the table. She wraps her arms and legs around him.
“Oh Jerry! Fuck me! Fuck me!”
Jerry starts to bounce her on his cock.
“Oh yesssss! Yess Jerry, yesss!”
Mr. Townshend: “Why don’t we leave them to it, Paige? I think they’ll be a while yet. You remember that purple two-piece you wore the other day, the sexy one?”
“Of course.”
“Why don’t you go and slip it on. Black bra and panties underneath. How quickly can you do slut makeup and bling?”
“Give me 15 minutes.”
“Wonderful. Wear those short white boots as well, and bring a cheap-looking clutch if you have one! Oh, and condoms and lube!”
I was ready in 15 minutes.
“Prefect! We’re going for a little drive!”
I’d never been driving with Mr. Townshend before.
“Where are we going?”
“Ever been to a gas station with a truck stop before?”
“No.”
“Well, I need to fill the car with gas, and while I’m doing it I want you to walk over to the truck stop. There should be a few lonely drivers in the cabs. Fifty bucks a blowjob, one hundred bucks a fuck. Get the money first, and make sure to tell them you’re a crossdresser as we don’t want anything bad to happen. And remember to use a condom. And be back in 30 minutes.”
I was so horny from watching mum that I couldn’t wait.
“Got it.”
When we get to the gas station Mr. Townshend fills up and goes inside to have a coffee. I check my slut level in the rear vision mirror and go out. The truck area is about 30m away, and there are about 20 big rigs, parked diagonally. I walk across slowly, dangling my cheap bag in my hand. I decide to start on the left and walk around each of them until someone stops me.
No-one in the first rig, no-one in the second or third, but there is someone in the fourth.
“Hey sweetie. How much?”
Fifty bucks a blowjob, one hundred bucks a fuck. Money first. Oh, I have a cock…just so you know.”
“Don’t care what you got, honey. Get up here and suck my dick.”
He opens the door and pulls me up.
“Well, aren’t you a sweet one. How old?”
“Eighteen. Legal age.”
He leans back in his seat, opens his trousers, and takes his cock out. It’s hairy and looks like it hasn’t been in a shower for a few days.
“You any good?”
I smile: “Fifty bucks right now and you find out.”
He pays and I whip out a condom.
“You have to?”
“Yep, sorry. You’ll enjoy it anyway though. Believe me.”
I put the condom on his hard-on, smooth it over, and bend down to suck him. The smell is pretty bad, but his cock is hard. I loll my tongue around his tip, slide it down the back of his shaft, then close my lips and suck backwards to the top again.
“Nice honey, nice.”
I start to suck back and forth, up and down, but he gets impatient and forces my head faster. Then he comes.
“Yesssss…..shit that’s good.”
I smile: “I didn’t think you’d be disappointed! Mind if I fix my lips in the mirror?”
“Shit no, go ahead.”
I put on another coat of lipstick and readjust my hair.
“Might see you again sometime!”
“Sure hope so honey. Thanks.”
I check my phone. Ten minutes gone, 20 left. I’d really like a fuck….
I keep walking among the rigs.
“Hey, chica! How much for a fuck?”
“One hundred, money up front. I have a cock, so you can only fuck my arse. Condom too.”
“Ai, you’re that pretty and you have a cock? No problem. Sube! Sube!”
He helps me into the rig, and when I’m in I see he’s actually pretty young and pretty handsome.
“You legal?”
“Yep, 18 not so long ago.”
“OK. Get into the back cabin front-first and stick your butt out.”
I hand him the condom and lube.
“That’ll be a hundred bucks. I’m worth it, you’ll see!”
He pays up and I put the money in my bag. I hop in face-first, pull my skirt up and lower my panties.
“Lube me a little, and don’t forget the condom.”
“Sure thing.”
I feel the cold of the lube, hear the condom wrapper tear and him putting it on, and then I feel one of the biggest cocks I’ve ever had penetrating me.
“Holy shit!”
“You OK?”
“Yes, yes. Go slow to start with, OK?”
He pushes in gradually, and I widen to take him. Eventually he’s in all the way, and I relax.
“Shit you’re big!”
He laughs and starts banging me. I swear I’ve never felt so much cock in me before. He was reaching me everywhere.
“You like this, princesa?””
“”Oh, God, yesss, I love it. Keep going!”
He slows down, then starts up, slows down again, and starts up again.
“Shit, you’re killing me!”
“No! You love it!”
“Oh…oh fuck….ooooohhh…””
And he comes, and then he keeps pumping me until he starts to soften, and then he pulls out.
“That’s the best fuck I’ve had in a long time.”
He chuckles: “That your line with all the guys?”
“No, it’s actually true. You were great. Got a tissue?”
He hands me a bunch and I wipe my arse dry, pull up my panties, and back out of the cabin.
“How about a kiss, princesa?”
I smile, press up against him, and kiss him gently on the lips. He wraps his arms around me and forces his tongue into my mouth, and in a few seconds we’re locked together and I can’t get enough of him. I reach down for his cock and start to stroke him hard, and then I stop.
“Sorry, I’d love to but I have to go.”
“OK, I understand. Can I see your phone?”
I look puzzled.
“Let me give you my number. Maybe we can hook up again.”
“Sure, I’d like that.”
“I’m Eduardo.”
“I’m Paige.”
“Nice name. Let’s keep in touch!”
I smile, kiss him gently, and get out of the rig. The I realize I have to redo my lipstick. I pull out my mirror and see I’m a mess, but I manage to fix it. Time? Only three minutes left. Fuck, I have to go back.
I walk back across to the gas station, go inside, and join Mr. Townshend at his window seat.
“Well, how was it?”
“One blowjob and one fuck, $150.”
He looks at me.
“The fuck took a long time to come.”
We both smile, but I’m thinking of Eduardo.
“We haven’t been away that long, Paige, and I imagine your mother will still be, er, busy when we get back.”
This redirects my mind to the study.
“Yes. Quick, let’s get going!”
Mr. Townshend parks the car and we go through the front door. He gently tries the study door.
“Still locked. Let’s have a peek.”
The room is empty except for mum and Jerry.
The others must have left through the back area. Mum has lost her tie and skirt, and is in just her thigh-highs and heels. Jerry has some music going on his phone, and she’s dancing in front of him as he strokes his cock. She still looks just a little high.
“Ma’am, how about a lap dance?”
“Why, I’d love to Jerry.”
She opens his legs, turns her back to him, reaches for his cock and sits on it. As she rides him she arches her back and sticks her breasts out.
“I’ve had a lovely time today Jerry. You’re all so nice, particularly you.”
“Thank you Ma’am.”
She starts moving more quickly, Jerry holds her waist and helps, and she screams when he comes.
“Jerry, what’s the time?”
“Coming up to 3pm.”
“Can you help me find my clothes? I’d better get dressed.”
“Sure.”
They gather her clothes, and she slowly turns into a schoolgirl again. Soon they’re both fully dressed. She picks up a lipstick and powder puff from the floor (not sure where they came from) and goes to the mirror to tidy herself.
“Oh, I do look a mess!”
“No Ma’am, you look great!”
She actually does a really good job in the circumstances, and to look at her you wouldn’t know that she’d been fucking six young men for about two hours.
Mr. Townshend goes to the study door and knocks.
“Jean, are you nearly finished?”
“Yes, only one boy is left and he’s helping me tidy up. I’ll unlock the door in just a minute.”
We wait. The door opens, and out comes schoolgirl mum, followed by Jerry.
Mr. Townshend: “What did you think of your schoolgirl, Jerry?”
Jerry smiles: “We were surprised, but she really looks hot, doesn’t she!”
Mr. Townshend: “She does indeed. I hope you managed to get through everything you wanted to do.”
Jerry: “That and a lot more. Thank you.”
Mr. Townshend to mother: “Jean, I hope the boys behaved.”
Mother: “They did everything I could have wanted, and even a bit more. I’m very happy.”
I walk out from the mirror area to join them. Jerry notices me, and I see him mouth a silent “wow”.
Mother: “Paige! You always look so sexy these days! Jerry, this is my…daughter Paige.”
“She’s with Mr. Townshend”, she adds emphatically.
Jerry says hi, and I smile but ignore him.
Mother to Mr. Townshend: “I’m just going to take Jerry up to my room if you don’t mind. He didn’t follow a couple of things, and the book I need for him is in my suitcase.”
“Certainly Jean. Stay as long as you like, Jerry.”
“Thank you Sir.”
And up the stairs they go.
Mr. Townshend and I exchange glances, and after a little wait I creep up after them. Their door is shut, but I can hear everything.
“You might think my daughter’s hot, but she’s with Mr. Townshend and you can’t go near her.”
(Yeah, right mum.)
“But I wasn’t thinking of…”
“Of course you were. Well, forget it. Anyway, you have me here now. And by the way, you know that pill you said you gave me? Do you have any more? I have things to do tonight and I’ll probably need a pickup.”
(He must have told her about it.)
He smirks: “Sure, I’ll put a couple on the table here. More fucking?”
“Of course not, you silly boy. What do you think I am? Now, take your clothes off and let me see that body of yours again.”
I hear a rustle of garments.
“Hmmm, you’re such a lovely thing…so strong and handsome. Let me run my hands over you.”
Then I hear a sound of slurping and Jerry moaning.
“Please ma’am. I want to fuck you again.”
“You don’t want my Paige?”
“No ma’am. I want you. I want your arse.”
There’s more rustling, a few noises, a bump, and then mother is groaning as Jerry pumps her arse again. I bet on him leaving alone after he finishes fucking her because she’ll want to clean herself up, so I run to my clothes room, tear off all my gear, hunt out a pair of backless panties and stay-up fishnets, and pop on my pole dancer platforms. I open my door three-quarter wide, put my earbuds in but don’t turn them on, and wait.
Sure enough: “Yes ma’am. Thank you.”
Action: I stand back-on to the door and start wiggling my butt. I hum loudly enough that he’ll definitely have heard me, and then stop but keep dancing.
In the sudden silence I hear Jerry talking to himself: “You snotty little bitch. You can’t fucking ignore me, you and your little cock and your big man. I’m going to fuck that tight little arse just like I fucked your mother’s, and you’re going to like it. Just you wait.”
Then the sound of footsteps. My tight little arse was ready and waiting. I guess Alan told him I had a cock.
I hear the door to mum’s room again and quickly shut my door.
“Paige, are you there darling?”
“In here mum, just getting some dance practice.”
She comes in and looks at me, and I see her mind working.
“Did you see Jerry?”
“No mum. My door was shut and I was changing. Why.”
“No, nothing.”
“You really look hot as a schoolgirl! I’m surprised Jerry didn’t jump you!”
“Silly girl. I’m going to have a rest for a couple of hours. Mr. Townshend is going to introduce me to some of his Japanese friends later. He said they’re interested in continuing their education here.”
(Yeah, right. We know you’re going to get fucked tonight, mum.)
“Do you have anything I can wear?”
“I’m sure I do. Let’s look later.”
I pulled on a loose robe and went downstairs. Mr. Townshend was in the kitchen.
“Hi my dear.”
I walk up to him, throw my arms around his neck and kiss him.
“My, my. What was that for?”
“Everything.”
He smiles.
“What were you doing?”
“Just practicing dancing in my room. Wanna see?”
“Naturally!”
I slip the robe off, slink around the kitchen island, sidle up to him and start grinding my arse in his groin. I feel him getting hard so I keep going, then I swing around, open his pants, and take out his cock. There’s a bottle of dressing on the bench, so I pour some on my hands and start to massage his schlong slowly. He gets very hard very quickly, but I keep going. I sense he’s going to come, so I take him in my mouth for a final few sucks before he shoots. I open up to show him his cum, then swallow it and lick the rest off him.
“Hmmm, honey mustard cock. That’s a first!”
“Lovely, my Paige, lovely, as always.”
I ask what time Mitsu and Kenta and Shin are coming.
“Around seven, so we have a couple of hours. They know not to let on that they know you. You’ll be meeting them for the first time.”
I giggle. “Where is mum going to entertain them?”
In addition to the study, there was an entertainment room downstairs that was almost never used. It had seats like a movie theater, only larger, on the left side, and a U-shaped sofa with a table in the middle on the other.
“I thought the entertainment room would be good. It’s right at the end of the house and pretty much soundproof.”
I laugh. “Sounds perfect.”
“I also have a camera in there and I’ll record what happens. By the way, Jerry was asking about you before he left. He was wondering why you were a little cool when your mother introduced you.”
“I don’t think I was cool, or I hope I wasn’t. He seems sort of hot, hotter than Alan. I think he was spying on me while I was doing dance practice in my room. I’d shut the door and put my earbuds in to sing along with, but I thought I heard the door open.”
“You were dressed like that?”
I nod. “I was facing the wall and concentrating on my steps, but it felt like someone was watching me. I couldn’t stop because that would have made things worse, so I just kept dancing. I actually sort of enjoyed it!”
Mr. Townshend smiles: “I’m sure you did, Paige. I’m sure you did. You’re quite the little slut, aren’t you! Would you like to fuck him?”
“No, it’s OK. But if you have his phone number I might call him and straighten things out.”
“I have all the boys’ contact details. I’ll go and text you his number now.”
Fast-forward a little, and I knock on mum’s door.
“Mum, we better get you ready. You awake?”
“Yes dear, coming.”
We’re sitting in my clothes room.
“What should I wear for some Japanese men?”
“Nothing.”
“Oh, stop it Paige!”, and she laughs.
“Elegant on top, sexy underneath.”
“But they won’t see the sexy bits.”
(Come on mum, who are you fooling?)
“It doesn’t matter. The important thing is that you feel sexy.”
She smiles.
“Do you have a garter belt and stockings?”
“Yes.” (I’d known the answer to that one.)
“Good. I’ll give you some crotchless panties to wear with it.”
“What? Why?”
“You’ll feel great!”
“If you say so…”
“And no bra.”
“But I can’t..”
“Wait until you see the dress I have for you. You won’t need one.”
I pull out the lime green bodycon again. She has a closer look.
“It’s figure-hugging and it’ll push your tits forward and make sure they’re on show.”
“It’s gorgeous.”
“OK, let’s get started.”
We do her face first, and I give her big lush lips. Then we work at the lingerie and dress for about 15 minutes, and then she looks in the mirror.
I zip her up at the back. The dress clings to every curve and exposes her breasts almost to the nipples.
I can see she secretly likes it.
“You look superb, mum. Let’s get you into my brown platform heels and put some bling on.”
“Paige, there are a couple of pills on the table in my room. Can you get them please? I feel a slight headache coming on and I want to be at my best.”
“Sure mum.”
She swallows them both.
“Here, you can use this silver clutch bag for the makeup. Add a little perfume, and we’re done.”
“What about you dear?”
“Oh, I’m just going to say hello, so I won’t really bother much.”
I strip to my panties, slip a short silver party dress over my head, and pop on a pair of black heels.
“Done! Let’s go downstairs.”
“Oh my word! Jean, you look stunning!”
Mr. Townsend walks around her.
“You’ll be the star of the evening.”
“I wonder if I could have a Scotch while we’re waiting?”
“Certainly.”
She takes her Scotch and downs it in one gulp…and the doorbell rings. Mr. Townshend goes to let Mitsu, Kenta and Shin in, and leads them to where we’re standing. They look at us and bow slightly.
“Boys, this is Jean, and this is Paige. Her daughter.”
“Nice to meet you ma’am, and you too Paige. I’m Mitsu, this is Kenta, and this is Shin. You look lovely ma’am.”
“Why thank you...er…Mitsu was it?”
“That’s right.”
Kenta to Shin in Japanese: “Look at her tits! This is going to be fun! I can’t wait to strip her!”
Mr. Townshend: “Why don’t I take you through to the entertainment room. I’ve put refreshments there, and I’m sure you’ll all benefit from your time with Jean as she’s very knowledgeable.”
Mitsu: “Nice to meet you Paige. Hope to see you again.”
Me: “Thank you. That would be nice.”
As they disappear I run upstairs to my clothes room, kick my heels off, and take off my dress and panties. I pull on a leopard print G-string, get into my pink nothing dress, and strap on my black sandals. I have my face and hair done in 20 minutes – my best slutty look, a dirty blonde wig, and lots of lip gloss – and put on a gold necklace and some bracelets. I lay on the perfume, find my leopard-print clutch bag, pop in my phone and my lipstick and powder, and decide to take the lube I’d used at the truck stop just in case. I have to replace one of my silver fingernail tips, but my toes look fine. Then I pull my romper suit over the lot and head downstairs.
“Hello, my sweet. They’re all in the entertainment room. I feel a little tired so I’m going to go to our room for a while. We can watch the fun together later!”
I grin: “I can’t wait!”
“What are you going to do, dear?”
“I thought I might go and relax in the cabana. It’s out of the way and nice and quiet, and I might take a pillow and catch up on some sleep.”
“You know it’s getting dark?”
“It’s OK. My phone has a light, and there’s light from the patio as well.”
“Come and kiss me before you go.”
I lean in to kiss him and grab his groin.”
“Are you going to miss me?”
He laughs: “Remember, we have a porn movie to watch together later!”
I go into the study, remove a bottle of Scotch and two glasses from the tray and a large long cushion from the sofa, and head for the cabana.
I pop the Scotch and glasses on the table, take off my romper suit, pour myself a glass, and empty it. The I get my phone out and check. Mr. Townshend had sent Jerry’s number, so I copy it into my contacts and call.
“Hi, this is Jerry.”
“A…hee..hee..hi Alan. Ish Paige, and I’m a little…just a little, drunk.) (I never get drunk.)
I giggle into the phone. “Are you there Alan?”
“Ah, sure Paige, I’m here.”
“Hee, you sound sort of funny.” And I hiccup.
“Oh, it’s just a blocked nose or something.”
“Oh, poor Alan. Alan……do...do…you like…fucking me?”
“You’re hot, Paige.”
“Hee. Yesh I am, aren’t I!” And I giggle again.
“Alan.”
“Yes?”
“And…do you like it…when I suck you?”
“What do you think?”
I giggle some more.
“Alan.”
“Yes?”
“I’m going to send you a...a…picsha! Just a minute!”
I pout my lips, put a finger in my mouth, and press.
“Ish coming now.”
“I’d like to have my cock where your finger is.”
I giggle more.
“Alan.”
“Yes?”
“C…can you come fff..fuck me? I’m in the cababana at the house.”
“I’ll be there in 10 minutes.”
“Goodie goodie! Come round the shide and…and…across where the pool is.”
“OK Paige. Can’t wait.”
“She you shoon. I’m going to have another drink!”
Sho far, sho good.
I wait a few minutes, then stretch out on the cushion. I make sure my dress is hiked up to my belly button, roll onto my side so my butt is on show, and face the cabana wall.
In a couple more minutes I hear footsteps. Jerry’s here. (That was quick!) I pretend to be asleep, eyes shut tight.
Jerry: “Hmph, you fucking little slut. Still think Miss Paige is too good for me? Let’s see how you like this.”
I hear a rustle of clothing and the sound of boots being removed, then feel him sit down right next to my head. He turns me on my tummy, picks my arm up and wraps my hand around his cock. He’s really hard, and already wet. He starts moving it up and down.
“Hmmm…er…”
He whispers: “Hi Paige, it’s me.”
“Hmmm..err….Alan?”
“Hi. Let me move you a little.”
He pulls my body towards him, lifts my head, and pushes it onto his cock.
I splutter and try to move away, but he holds me there.
He whispers again: “Come on Paige. You know you love it.”
I nod and start sucking. I’d seen his cock before but when it was my mouth it turned out to be bigger, and thicker, than I’d expected.
“Slowly Paige, slowly.”
I gurgle a reply and keep sucking. He lifts my head.
“Want a fuck, Paige?
“Ahhh, yesh please…I want a ffff…fuck.”
Keep your eyes shut.”
I do, and he stands me up slowly. I stumble on purpose in my heels, and he steadies me.
“I…want my…..fffuck.”
“Bend over Paige.”
I bend over, take a peek, and see the table in front of me. He pushes me down on it, spreads my legs with his feet, takes my G-string out of my crack, pulls my cheeks apart, and plants his hard-on right at my entrance.
“You want this, Paige?”
“Yessh, I want my…fffuck.”
I’m super-hard and thinking about him fucking mum.
He rams me. Hard. Really hard. I let out a little scream. He holds it in. Then he starts moving again.
“Oh…oh, yessh, fuck me, fffuck me…..shooo good.”
My voice is play-acting, but the feeling is real. This is a great fuck.
He’s going at full speed, and comes in no time. His load is huge. I keep seeing him fucking mum, and I come as well.
“Alan. I…I..think I’ve cum too…hee.”
He pulls out, stands me up and reaches from behind for my cock.
“I think you liked that.”
“Yesh, I did. It was a very…very…good fuck.”
“Turn around, Paige.”
I turn around and feign confusion.
“Bu…bu…you….you’re not...you’re not Alan…Who...who are you? And why are you ff…ff…ffucking me?”
“Did you like it?”
I giggle: “Yessh…it was really good.” And I hiccup again.
“I’m Jerry, Paige. We met the other day. Remember me?”
I put on a drunken thinking face.
“Jerry! With my mother…yessh. I remem…remember you! Jerry, Jerry, Jerry! I thought…Jerry…that when you saw me the other day…I thought...that…that you wanted to fuck me! Didn’t you Jerry?!
He smiles: “I did!”
“Well, I’mm…glad you ffucked me, Jerry. And…and…I liked it soooo much that I want you to ffuck me again!”
“Any time.”
“But…wh…where’s Al...Al…Alan?”
“Oh, you don’t need Alan any more. You have me now.”
“Hmm, yessh…I do…don’t I. And you have a bigger cock! Jerry, lesshavvadrink!”
I take him by the cock and we sit down on one of the benches around the cabana wall.
“Like Sssscothch?”
“Sure.”
I pour him a glass (unsteadily) and hand it to him, then pour one for me (and spill it).
“Paige, why don’t you try a couple of these with your drink.”
He reaches for two of the small pills from his trouser pocket.
“Wha…whatissit?”
“It’ll just make you feel good.”
I’d been wondering about these pills.
“OK, sshure.”
I take the pills, pop them in my mouth, and wash them down with Scotch.
It was probably the double dose, but I actually started to feel drunk pretty quickly, and the more time that passed, the happier and higher I became. In a few minutes I felt as if I were flying.
“How you feeling, Paige?”
“I feel sooo good!” And now I wasn’t play-acting.
“Paige, would you like to fuck some of my friends?”
“Do they have nice cocks?”
“They sure do.”
“Yes! Yes! Yes!”
I was aware of everything that was happening, and it all seemed good.
Jerry whistled softly, and the twins and the other two guys from mum’s “study sessions” appeared from the trees.
Jerry: “You haven’t got long guys, you have to double-team her.”
“Paige, kneel on the bench for me, will you?”
I was only too happy to. One twin got in front of me, the other behind me, and they double-timed me just like they’d done to mum. Then the other two did the same. I swallowed all their cum but it felt like my arse was leaking.
Jerry: “OK, off you go.” And they left.
“Paige, I’m getting hard again. Let’s go fuck up by the pool. Take the dress off and leave your stuff here.”
I wiggle out of the dress and readjust my G-string. Jerry picks up his clothes and boots, takes my hand, and off we go. His hard-on is bobbing as he walks.
The patio area is well lit. He sits me down on a deck chair and stands over me. I take his cock in my mouth and work his helmet for a while, but he pushes deeper in and moves back and forth slowly, like he’s in no hurry at all.
“Just keep going like that, Paige, that’s great.”
I’m really enjoying having his cock in my mouth for so long.
“Now, on your knees on the chair.”
I’m back-on to him now, hands braced. He holds my hips and slowly inserts himself into my anus. I shudder. Jerry really makes me feel good. I want him. Badly. He’s moving back and forth slowly, again in no hurry, so I can enjoy the sensation of his cock inside me. I look up for a moment and see a figure in the study watching us. It’s no one I know, and his pants are open and he’s masturbating.
“Jerry, fuck me harder. Please….”
He ups the pace and shoots inside me. I don’t know where he gets all this cum from. He pulls out and starts to get dressed.
“Thanks Paige, I have to go.”
“When can I see you again?”
“Soon.” And he walks off up the side of the house.
I’m still high on the pills, and I remember the guy masturbating. I can’t see him now, so I take my clutch and walk up towards the study. I go through the entrance and he’s seated on the right, looking a little sheepish. He’s Japanese.
I’m naked except for my G-string and sandals.
“Er, hello. I’m Masa. I’m here to pick the others up. They told me to wait in here.”
“Hi Masa, I’m Paige.”
He eyes are fixed on my G-string.
“Yes, I have a cock.”
He smiles.
I kneel in front of him and start to open his trousers. He doesn’t move. I manage to extract his cock, and it doesn’t look like he finished. I stroke it a few times and he shudders, and then I suck him. He comes almost immediately. I stand up, swallow, smile at him and walk back to the house and up the stairs. Our bedroom door is shut, so I go straight to my clothes room.
