Date: Thu, 19 Mar 2009 07:28:09 -0700 (PDT)
From: Victoria <missvictoria6969@yahoo.com>
Subject: Beast:Knottingwood/Knottingwood 26

I laughed out loud as I drove down the road in Sam's van, with his wallet,
fat with the cashing of his latest paycheck.  I never thought of myself as
a thief, let alone a car thief, but then I never thought I would fuck dogs
either, so there you are.

Oh, it was exquisite!  A classic comeuppance!  Sam, the big burly trucker
daddy who had kidnapped me and made me service his entire household of
horny males, certainly had it coming!  With all his simplistic lecturing to
his boys, making fun of a hot shemale like me, and his comments on gays -
he had quite an eye-opener before I grabbed his car keys and wallet and
high-tailed out of his ramshackle house out in the sticks!

You see, Sam got home from the road, hot and horny and tired, and as soon
as he walked in the door and saw me washing dishes he came right up behind
me, pulled up my skirt, and bent me over the kitchen table and fucked me
good!  I moaned at winked at Dion, who watched, and I licked my lips like
it was the best fuck ever.  Dion just smiled and I saw his cock getting
hard.  I knew he was thinking about being on the receiving end of his
daddy's cock!

What Sam didn't know is I turned his twins queer - not that it took much
persuasion!  Little Dion was a natural of course - the way he studied me,
and masturbated when ever he saw me pleasuring his father.  I even got him
to dress up in his mother's discarded clothing, panties and all, and his
twin Dante just loved giving it to Dion up his tight sweet little black
ass.  In order for my escape plan to succeed however, I needed Dion to want
his father's dick...and want it he did!

So after Sam fucked me good and hard, right on the table, the boys watching
in excitement, I fixed them all something to eat...I had Dion wash the
table of course...he didn't seem to mind at all!  So when Sam went to bed
he was exhausted.  His older son was back in town somewhere feeding his new
girlfriend that considerable snake in his own pants, and it was just Sam,
me, the twins, and those randy dogs about.

When Sam was really sound asleep I took some old pantyhose I found in the
dresser and tied his hands and feet to the bead posts.  He was naked and
still snoring when I tied a dishcloth around his eyes.  It was then I
called on Dion.  I brought him into the bedroom and he saw his father's big
thick black cock waiting for him he crawled right up on the bed and started
to lick it!  Dion was really enjoying himself, finally sucking on the cock
he had been lusting for, and I smiled my approval.  Sam woke up, and
started to laugh and call me a naughty horny slut for sucking him off like
this! I could see Dion's eyes getting wider as Sam's cock reached its full
erection!

It was then I went in and woke Dante, inviting him to the bedroom to fuck
his brother.  I stood by Sam's head, dressed in the least slutty of his
abandoning wife's clothes, all ready to make my escape.  My nipples were
hard and I was panting I was so excited!

"I'm getting ready to cum, bitch...gonna breed your throat!  Get ready for
the cum of a real man!"

He was such a jerk, he deserved this!

As Sam was beginning to cum, I ripped off the cloth covering his eyes, so
he could see it was little Dion on all fours, wearing a loose fitting
negligee, eagerly swallowing his cum, while his other son Dante fucked him
up his boipussy!

Sam started to buck and yell, and I grabbed his wallet and his keys, and
hit the road, kicking up all kinds of dirt and dust as I careened down the
country road and to my freedom!  I couldn't help but laugh...am I bad?

So what's my next step?  I guess I'll have to ditch this van somewhere.
Sam will probably report it as stolen.  I realized as I drove a little bit
that I was in Tennessee, and I saw the signs for a highway that pointed in
the direction of Memphis, so I jumped on that, playing the radio loud and
enjoying the wind on my face.  My blonde hair had gotten quite long, and it
blew in the wind.

I was entering the suburbs of Memphis and I saw a shopping mall, so I
decided to stop there.  First off, I wanted to ditch the van and a crowded
mall lot seemed like a good place, and I needed to pick up a few things.  I
checked out Sam's wallet and there was about $400 in it - cash helps, but
the reality is I'm a tranny with no IDs since my purse was stolen what
seems like eons ago, and $400 isn't going to get anyone very far.  I'm
going to need to attract a man and use him to get further on down the road.

I parked the van and carefully wiped my prints off everything in the van I
had touched and went into the mall, finding a nice department store.  I
picked up a small suitcase, some makeup - you know, the usual - concealer,
blush, eye shadow, powder, eyeliner and lipstick pencils, and of course a
killer tube of cinnamon colored lipstick, along with lip gloss.  Sound like
a lot of stuff?  It's tools of the trade, sweetie!

In the ladies section I picked up several blouses - one black silk one that
was quite revealing, the other a white cotton blouse with plenty of
embroidery features, a nice black skirt, short enough to show off my killer
legs, black stockings and some low black heels.  I also grabbed a jacket
and a simple wallet.  As you might guess I burned up most of Sam's cash.
He had a few credit cards in the wallet, but I just didn't feel right using
them.  I guess I'm not that bad.  I looked at the cash as payment for
service rendered being an in house prostitute and maid for the last couple
of weeks.  After all I was used as a whore.  It was bad enough that Sam
used me for his pleasure, but then there were his sons, and even those
mongrel dogs who fucked me as well!  It's no wonder my asspussy has been
sore for the last couple of weeks!

Stopping off at the food court I carefully packed my bag, and went into the
ladies room to change and discard the trashy clothes I was wearing that
came from Sam's house.  After washing up and applying makeup I actually
felt more like myself, and I threw Sam's wallet in a trash bin at the food
court on the way out, determined to shake off that unfortunate period in my
life.

I found out that there was a metro service from the mall - busses that
traveled to Memphis proper, and I got on the next one that I could.  I
wasn't sure where I was going, just toward the metropolitan area where I
could attract a man in a bar and play on his sympathy, or on his lust.

I rode the bus for a while, I'm sure the driver thought I would never get
off, but I finally decided to try a spot on the outside of the business
district where there appeared to be some gay establishments, bars and
shops. There were rainbow flags here and there, and it seemed kind of
trendy.  I figured I could find a room there for a night or two.  The thing
is, I need a man, a kindly man, a man who isn't going to be offended when
he reaches between my legs and finds a sissy stick and not a cunny.  What I
need is what's called a "tranny friendly" bar.  While I can easily pass for
a genetic female, frankly it's not worth taking a chance getting a guy
pissed off and getting smacked around, especially in a strange town.  Not
that I mean Memphis is strange, just strange to me.  I'm a Minneapolis
girl!

I found a hotel, kind of a hole, but what else could I do?  I was short on
funds and had no IDs.  I checked in and cleaned up, found a copy of a local
gay newspaper and did some research, looking for a bar I could hit later on
after dark.  So I cleaned up, took a nap, then got dressed up in a new
outfit and made myself pretty.  I grabbed a sandwich at a place down the
street and headed over to the bar - a place called "Trixies"...cute, huh?

It was an OK place - nothing fancy. The lights were dim, which helped put
those trannies at ease that couldn't pass in public or were new to the life
and not too proficient at makeup skills.  I could see 3 or 4 of them
sitting around the rather ornate wooden bar.  There were a number of men as
well, both at the bar and at tables and playing pool.  When I walked in the
place went silent for a minute as this newcomer was sized, both as
competition, and as prey.

I was confident, and strode into the bar and femininely took a seat at the
bar.  I wore that new black silk blouse I picked up, no bra, and wore the
black skirt as well.  It was shorter than I normally wear to show off my
long shapely legs.  My nipples were clearly showing through the silk
blouse, aroused by the feeling of the silk rubbing against them.  I had
fixed up my hair and my makeup looked great.  I ordered a daiquiri from the
cute young bartender, who gave me a wink, and tried to relax and scope the
place out.

The girls at the bar were checking me out as well.  Two of them just kind
of glared at me, another who was obviously a novice seemed too nervous to
do anything, but one of them actually gave me a smile as she held her
cigarette.  This bar was really smoky - I hate that!  But what can you do?

I had a few sips and then the tranny who smiled at me came over by me and
sat at the next stool to say hello.

"What's your name honey?  Are you from around here?"

"Hi!  My name is Victoria, and I'm just traveling.  What's your name, hon?"

"Well Mama calls me Roger, but the boys call me Mimi!"

We both laughed.  She actually looked pretty good.  She could use makeup
that was a little more natural for her facial features, but overall she had
a good appearance, although her perfume was overwhelming. Her wig was
shoulder length and red, kind of pretty.  She was dressed in a tight dress
of a shimmery material.  She was a nice girl, but dressed like a whore.

"So are those titties real?  The girls all want to know!"

"Oh yes, they certainly are...the best money can buy!  I had a lover back
in Minneapolis who had them done for me"

"Do you still have your sissypole?"

"Yes, Mimi I do"

"So what brings you to Trixies tonight?"

"I'm looking for a man to ride!"

Mimi just laughed.  Well pickins are slim right now, but if you hang around
this place gets kinda crowded.  You might just find what you're looking
for!"

So Mimi and I sat there side by side, chatting about things that horny
T-girls chat about - men, makeup, hormones, men...she was pretty funny and
actually good company.  I shared some of my story but left out the fact
that I've been fucking dogs and have even sucked off a horse.

When I think about some of the things I've done, both been forced to do,
and did on my own, I shudder!  But then again they also make me feel funny
inside, and my little pussystick starts to grow.  It's funny - I used to be
so conservative, which may make you laugh.  By conservative I mean I lived
to be a female and pleasure a man, not that I'm in lockstep with those
jerks on right wing radio.

Well I bought a round, then Mimi bought a round.  The guys checked us out
but none of them made any moves yet - it was early I guess.  As I had more
to drink I shared more about my experiences since leaving Minneapolis, and
got to talking about what happened at Knottingwood.  Mimi egged me on, and
I pretty much told her everything.  I didn't mean to, but I confessed being
used by the animals.

Mimi seemed to get very excited, and she urged me to join her in the ladies
room of the bar.  I had to pee anyway so I joined her.  When we got inside
Mimi got rather aggressive and kissed me full on the lips, forcing her
tongue into my mouth.  She took my hand and placed it under her skirt,
where I felt a good nine inches of hardening cock, which had crawled out of
her silk panties.  It felt nice...really nice!

I had never experienced lipstick on lipstick kissing, and it was wild.
Kissing her was incredibly erotic, something I hadn't considered before,
and as I stroked her big meat she undid my silk blouse and buried her head
between my titties, then moved to my nipples, which she kissed and bit
softly.  I leaned my head back and moaned and felt her cock getting even
harder in my hand.

"You're one wild bitch, Victoria!  You've got me all horned up!  All that
talk about being dominated and forced to take cock like that!  You're an
amazing whore!"

I just moaned at being dominated again and Mimi undid my skirt and let it
fall to the floor.  She turned me around and bent me over the double sink
there in the bathroom and pulled down my panties.

"What an amazing ass!  I'm gonna fuck your pussy now Victoria with my hot
shecock!"

So right there in the ladies room, bent over the sink, I felt her wet my
hole with spit and she began to force her cock into me.  I was looking
right into the mirror at my face as I winced in pain at the intrusion.  My
face changed from pain to lust as she buried it and I leaned closer to kiss
the mirror.

I could see Mimi's face in the mirror looking back at me with a wicked sexy
grin, and she blew me a kiss as she made a huge thrust into my hole.  We
both started moaning and I spread wider for her!

"Oh yes, fuck me Mimi!  I've never been tranny fucked before...oh god, it's
so good!  Fuck me, fuck me!"

Mimi was fucking me hard, and well.  She was alternating her thrusts from
deep strokes to short jabs, grinding my hole.  When you get fucked by
someone who enjoys getting fucked themselves I guess you could expect this!

She must have fucked me for almost ten minutes.  One of the less attractive
trannies stopped in to use the stall, snickered at us and went about her
business, laughing as she exited.  It didn't slow Mimi down one bit!  She
really knew how to fuck ass!  My hole was tingling, and I began to feel
that sensation work it's way through my body.  When Mimi grabbed my nipples
and started pinching I began to shake uncontrollably and had the most
powerful femmy orgasm ever!  Everyone in the bar must have heard me moaning
when I came!

Mimi began to shake and make little cooing sounds and with a hard shove up
my hole she began to spurt inside me.  She came a lot, and I just moaned,
weak from lust.  As we calmed down her cock slipped from my hole and we
began to clean up, laughing at ourselves.

When we exited the bathroom it was fairly quiet, then one guy began to
clap, then another!  Soon the whole bar was clapping and hooting and
hollering as we made our way back to the barstools.  We just laughed and
drank free the rest of the night.

Mimi convinced me to come back to her place to stay, and to stay for a few
days.  I could give her makeup tips, and she would fuck me good.  I had
come into the bar looking for a man, but this could all work out just fine!
A place to stay, and perhaps she could loan me some funds to move on.  I
loved the way she fucked my ass so good, and wanted more of that!

"Vicki I'm so glad you're going to come stay with us - we'll get your
things tomorrow!

What did she mean "us"?

"Mimi, do you live with someone?"

"Yes, honey.  I have a black lover with big full balls and a cock that will
fuck us silly!  I think you'll like him...he has a tail and his name is
Duke!  He'll like having another hole to pound.  You see Vicki, you're not
the only tranny who like to be dog bred!"

My mouth opened wide and we both laughed.  We slammed our drinks and left
the bar together, to spend the rest of the night in orgasmic delight.  My
hole was beginning to leak as I felt Mimi's hot sperm filling the crotch of
my panties.  I felt like such a whore, and my little clit started to harden
and poke against my skirt.