Date: Sat, 15 Oct 2011 05:44:44 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: The Hostel. Chapter Four.

     It was nice to watch Phillip come home to Bedford Square dressed in a
suit from dealing with the contractors, undress and have a nice bath. Then
to get the same pleasure as myself by coming from his bath and begin to put
on the underclothing of a female.

     He always seemed to get an erection as he pulled on the silk stockings
and have the amateur fumbling of getting the studs to fix properly to the
suspender belt. He didn't always put a bra on because a lot of the dresses
I was having made for him, had busts already there, padded out. But when he
did put one on, he would preen himself in front of the mirror in this
underwear, minus panties so that his cock would stand out so incongruously
that it made it much more sexy.

     I would of course be nearly always dressed the same by this time, and
it only took me a moment to shuck off my dress to be exactly the same as
he, and then we would go into each other's arms and kiss. From there, we
would go down onto the carpet and suck upon each other until one cried
enough, and then it was for one of us to present their rear end for
servicing.

     I took great delight now of having Phillip on his knees before me. To
see the cheeks of his bum there for me to stroke and gently ease them apart
to reveal that small hole that I was about to put my cock into. Though we
used a condom with a smear of cream on the end, it was nice to nudge the
end of my cock up to that puckered orifice and push my way in. He still
hadn't learned to relax the sphincter muscle, so that made my pleasure that
much greater as I pushed through his defences and fully entered him. Then I
would hold him tight by the hips and push and pull him back so that the
tops of my thighs were tight up to his cheeks, feeling that muscle inside
of him throb and keep contracting against my cock. Then I would slowly pull
back till the head of my piece was stretching his ring to its utmost before
pushing myself back into him as I began to fuck him.

     I think it was that it was Phillip underneath my hands and me inside
him that gave me that extra thrill of fucking another man. I went into
different realms of pleasure as I fucked him, my mind flying away as I gave
myself up to the pleasure of using my sexual strength to give, I hope,
pleasure, but at the same time, gratifying my release when it came. Surging
up and making my cock swell even more as I held those hips tight, the
cheeks of his bum tight to me as I jerked and came inside him.

     The icing on the cake was to be pushed back after withdrawal and have
the condom pulled off and have a hot mouth take my still erect member in
and feel the tongue and suction as the last drops of my coming was slowly
pulled out and the tongue to continue to stroke and lick me as I subsided
into a state of euphoria.

     Then I would be roused up to assume the same position and have that
wonderful thrill of having a throbbing cock slowly pushed up inside of
me. I'm sure I drooled every time this happened as I felt that hard flesh
that was so hot it almost burned as it penetrated my very being, pulsating
and beating at almost the same rate as my heart. Then would come that
inevitable pause as the cool thighs came up against the burning cheeks of
my bum, to be held tight with it, hard and throbbing inside me before the
fucking started.

     Then I would go off into a dream world as that shaft pistoned in and
out of me and I was lost in space as that heavenly spear stabbed to my very
vitals and sometimes it would make me come without touching myself, such
was the pleasure I got from being shafted. I too, would, when that
wonderful cock was withdrawn from my rear, strip off the soiled condom and
suck on that still hard flesh, to suck and drain what was left of that life
giving juices that gave me pleasure or a baby to a woman.

     That's how it now was between Phillip and myself. Though he would now
let me take him, I still thought of myself as the wife and loved it every
time that he stuck his cock inside and pleasured me. But it was soon back
to business where I was the brains and he was the brawn. He didn't have the
size you would associate with what I'd known as a heavy, but he did have
that quiet charisma that I can only relate to that film of the `Godfather',
that he could seem to exude that threat that he was making an offer that
they couldn't refuse.

     Whatever it was, the path to get the hostel going seemed smoother than
the stroking of a hand over a bolt of silk. He somehow had that affinity to
draw homosexuals towards him that I wouldn't have thought possible, what,
just three years ago, even when he was dressed in male clothing. The two
barmen and the two cooks, these became permanent residents, but the
ancillary kitchen helpers and the two cleaners that came to us when we
opened, lived outside of the hostel. We also had to find another ageing
queen to act as night porter to let in those whose job kept them out till
well past midnight.

     Now in respect of the staff having time off it was decided that we
five would cover these jobs to begin with, but we finished up getting
another barman and cook to live in. It just meant dropping down the
mortgage payments because of the extra wages, but it was small in
comparison to what we were getting out of it.

     I went home to Vicky in Kingston one day of the week, and as I was
also out for one whole day with Toby, Phillip couldn't have the same time
off, so he went home on two other days. With the others, it was more or
less when they wanted a day off that we covered for them as long as it
wasn't the same time as Phillip and I.

     Then came the confrontation with Jerome when I said I was quitting as
I now had a full time job. He went ape shit, but, I eventually did agree to
put in a guest appearance now and then. Thankfully I was the first one to
give in my notice, because he almost tore the place apart when the other
three in their turn told him that they were finishing with that side of the
business. The time period was staggered over a couple of months but still
it was a bad tirade he put on for their benefit.

     I must say that it was the help of two of our closet friends, they
being lawyers who wanted to become residents, that helped finish the minor
details for us to open. They also helped us to get a liquor licence so we
could have a proper lounge bar.

     Now let me describe the place so that you will know what and where it
is. The front of the place was of a very low profile and in one of the side
streets off the Tottenham Court Road. The sign was small that read as being
the Wellcome Inn Hostel above the entrance. It was a small lobby with at
the far end, a lift and staircase that went up to all five floors. There
was a porter's desk, behind which was the office, on the right as you
entered and just past this was the entrance to the cafeteria and
kitchens. Opposite the desk, that is to the left as you enter the hostel,
was the lounge that looked very comfortable and had the bar up by the far
wall and it would keep the same hours as any regular pub.

     There were five floors that were serviced by a lift, and every floor
had forty rooms. Us four, Phillip sharing mine, the housekeeper and the two
cook and the two barmen all had rooms on the first floor. This left us with
one hundred and ninety one rooms to let, but I held some back for possible
staff expansion and unforeseen problems. So we let out one hundred and
eighty rooms and they were full within one week of our opening.

     The whole community of London, that is, those of our persuasion, knew
what we were offering and we had more applications than we had rooms for. I
hadn't realised that there were that many men in such a small area of
London that were like me and the others. I think the selling point was that
we were offering a room, bathroom included, with full board at a cost of
what many were paying for just a room in some boarding house.

     When it came down to it, I was surprised at how many of them I knew
personally. Those that I didn't, were known by at least one if not more of
my three partners. This was how we wanted it and kept it that way. When a
'guest' left, that vacant room was only let to someone that one of us knew
either in person or by reputation. I'm pleased to say that we actually
finished up with a waiting list.

     Now it worked this way for legal reasons. As being a hostel, we rented
rooms by the week for seventy pounds. Full board cost them one hundred. Now
this was what the receipt said that we gave them after they handed over two
hundred pounds, in cash.

     So what we were effectively doing, was taking our slice in advance,
but we were giving their punters, breakfast and lunch into the bargain, and
the odd dinner.

     Now on the accounting side for the one hundred pounds a week per room,
we had to pay the mortgage, insurance, local tax, laundry, which was
collected twice a week, and the staff wages, food etc, which, funnily
enough, came to exactly what we were taking in. Mind you, this was giving
us four a wage of £250 per week for which we would have to pay tax.

     The hostel itself, on paper, wasn't making anything. It was almost a
charity as I had intended that it appeared. Now without giving them, that
is Fiona, Trixie and Pearl, the real financial figures, I said that they
would receive, under the counter as it were, three thousand pounds each per
week. I said that I would have a little bit more but be prepared to take a
loss on my side if we didn't have a full house all the time.

     I'd lost them with the figures of mortgage, insurance and all the
other costs so that to hear that they could have three thousand, win or
lose, was enough for them to accept it there and then, so hands were shaken
and the deal was done.

     That what I was taking when we did have a full hostel would be around
the nine thousand mark per week, I was a happy little bunny. Though this
figure did come down to around eight with the extra staff we took on, not
the least being Phillip.

     I have jumped ahead somewhat for the sake of continuity, but let's go
back to the day we opened our doors. The staff had already been hired and
food was being prepared in our brand spanking new kitchen and one of the
barmen was ready to open up at eleven.

     People began drifting in from nine in the morning right up till the
evening. Fortunately enough for us it wasn't a surge, or we wouldn't have
been able to cope. They all had to pass the other three girls so that they
could be verified as known as acquaintances or friends. The word had gone
out that they must be known or come with a friend who could vouch for them,
and have cash to hand.

     I spoke to each as they came into the lounge where they would sign in
as guests and pay their first weeks rent up front. They had to give their
correct male name as this was basically an all male hostel and a legal
requirement. Phillip would note down their female name separately and also
their occupation and a contact telephone number in case of any
emergencies. After taking their money they were asked what floor would they
like, back room or one facing out to the front, and then they would be
given a key. One of the other three would then show them to their room and
explain the alarm system and what to do if we were raided. This was so they
wouldn't be caught in the act with a punter.

     The bar opened at eleven to shut at three and then reopen at five till
eleven. For all drinks and cigarettes, the guests had to pay for as this
was not part and parcel of their rent. The only people who didn't pay were
us five, though we did sign chits for what drinks we had. I still needed to
monitor all the bar sales as opposed to the stock we carried.

     In all, eighty two people became guests on that first day, and with
just over sixteen thousand pounds locked up in the safe, we were a very
happy bunch of people having a last drink before the bar closed for the
night. Trixie was so excited that she kept bouncing about like a little
schoolgirl.

     `Stella,' she whispered in my ear when Phillip took our empty glasses
up to the bar. `Please give me half an hour alone with you. I want to say a
proper thank you for what you have done for us.' I couldn't help but smile
at the eager mood she was in.

     `Pearl,' I smiled, `do you think you can keep Phillip occupied for a
bit?' She smiled too because she guessed what Trixie had whispered to me,
and said that she would.

     So I went upstairs with Trixie to her room and she was on me before
the door had even closed. Her kisses were as hot as her lips as she
smothered my face with them. Both our erections pushing out the front of
our dresses that were soon pulled off to let them clash as she held me
tight.

     `Fuck me Stella, please, now,' she begged as she drew me to her
bed. She fumbled in the bedside drawer and passed me a condom and without
bothering with cream, bent over with her hands flat on the bed. She did
have a nice pert bum and the condom was soon on and I held her hips and
inserted my cock inside her. She bucked at my entry and then kept pushing
back to me as I moved forward in my movements as I fucked her. It didn't
take me long before I came, holding her backside tight up to my thighs as I
jerked myself hard inside her.

     She cried out as I pulled myself free and with a tissue, the condom
was soon off and she had me in her mouth to suck and chew on my still erect
cock.

     `My turn now,' I said as I felt it start to deflate and she was quick
to get herself ready and I assumed the same position that she had and felt
her slender, but firm prick push up inside me.

     `I love you Stella,' she crooned as she fucked me, hands on my hips as
I felt her wand make magic to my insides. `You're the best thing that's
ever happened to me.' Then she came in shuddering bursts and short sharp
stabs and felt her swell a little more as she did so. Then I sucked on her
cock as it began to subside and finally let it go for her to kiss me again
before we put our dresses back on and went back downstairs.

     `You've just had it off with Trixie,' Phillip said to me as he saw her
flushed face and happy smile.

     `She just wanted to thank me for what we've achieved, and you can do
the same Phillip,' I said as I put my hand between his legs and felt his
hardness through his trousers. He had worn his suit for today and I think
he would rather had been dressed as us three as the women that we felt we
were. `Let's go up now and you can show me.' So we said our goodnights and
went to our room where I didn't give him a chance to even get his trousers
off before I had his cock in my mouth. He was gratified I think, that I was
eager for him, but he wouldn't let me go too far as he said he would rather
fuck me than be sucked. So off came my dress again but I opted for the bed
and knelt on it as he quickly finished undressing and got onto the bed with
me. He was as eager as me and was soon buried deep inside me and gave me a
really good fucking making Trixie seem to have been a pin prick by
comparison. He came with some good savage thrusts as he bore me down onto
the bedcovers to finish off by grinding himself tight against the cheeks of
my bum. I loved him for what he was doing to me and didn't mind his weight
at all, and kept him inside me for quite some time before he gave a grunt
and pulled out.

     Then I finished off undressing and cuddled up to him under the covers
and when I got him fully aroused again, went down and took him in my mouth
for the second coming.

     We took in forty four more guests the next day and within the week,
had let out all one hundred and eighty rooms.

     What I haven't mentioned is that I didn't know that there were that
many men who desired to dress and be treated as a woman and accept being
fucked as one in the only way that they could be. Not all of us were or had
been entertainers in clubs. There is an uncanny sort of homing device that
brought many eager young men, and some a quite bit older, from all walks of
life that came to see me to become permanent residents where they could
bring their tricks, or be available to offer a service. But as they weren't
residents they had to go on the waiting list for a room to become vacant,
and this did come up from time to time. For various reasons, some of them
had to leave London, job transfers, one being nicked by the police, and as
it was about the fourth time, he was sent down for three months. So others
came in to keep our hostel full.

     I don't think there was one profession, except police, that we didn't
have as an occupant. Several lawyers, a barrister and even one ageing
judge, who confined himself to having one of the other hostel inmates
rather than take the chance of picking up the wrong person outside and
falling foul of the law and getting himself into trouble. He was rather a
nice old dear and some of them didn't even charge him for their services.

     I must say this, that if ever one of our guests were ever caught out
as it were, we had a lawyer from inside to represent them and they would
make sure that our judge was there on the bench to dispense justice, which
would only amount to a fine and a smile. There was always the odd exception
as to be expected.

     We had a doctor and several male nurses as well as other members of
the medical profession as guests and this helped others as any treatment
was kept in house as well as the fees.

     Electricians, cabaret performers, plumbers, estate agents, surveyors,
butchers, bakers and candlestick makers. They were all there under one roof
and we became a community within a community. If someone had a problem in
their line of work, we nearly always had someone who could help out and it
engendered a true spirit of belonging.

     The front desk had a permanent sign on it saying that there were no
vacancies to stop transients even thinking of checking into our hostel. No
we didn't get into any of the good guide books. It was strange to see our
guests come in from work wearing their suits and then, an hour later see
them in a frock or dress come down to eat in the cafeteria before taking a
seat in the lounge to read the evening newspaper.

     Many would go out in the evening and bring back a male for a drink in
the lounge before going up to their room. I think it was the fact that the
person they brought in could also eat in our cafeteria which sold them on
the idea. Our food bill did begin to rise somewhat, but not enough that I
couldn't cover it. We didn't care how many tricks the guests brought in or
how long they stayed as long as they paid their rent on time. This was our
only hard and fast rule. We did sometimes bend it for one week, but if they
didn't pay up, they were out, and no messing about. We couldn't afford to
have freeloaders staying with us.

     Ruth, our housekeeper, made a nice tidy little sum providing extra
clean towels, but as long as she didn't go over the hostel's quota being
sent to the laundry, we didn't mind. She kept the guests happy and we too
were happy.

     Even our barmen scored occasionally, though we kept an eye on them to
see that they didn't start dispensing free drinks to the partner they might
have picked up. With our guests taking the time to relax in the lounge
would sometimes get picked up by someone coming in off the street and
thereby earn the rent money, though we discouraged this, but couldn't stop
it entirely.

     What did discourage it was when an undercover cop came in and chatted
up one of these `girls' and got took upstairs. He tried to arrest her there
and then, but he had no back up and with a call for help, we threw him
out. We had a raid after that, but it came to nothing as we were well
prepared for this. The cop still had our Felicity arrested on an immoral
charge but one of our lawyers got her off as it was he who had tried to
have sex and not the other way round. Entrapment doesn't work without
witnesses.

     But I'm going away from the main theme by telling you of all these
things, but they really are part and parcel of my life there in the
hostel. Phillip found he was now in a new world, a world he had never
dreamed about when he helped talk our wives into getting me into a dress
for the first time to sing on a stage.

     He was also like a monk that had died and gone to heaven to find it
completely populated by people who were prepared to have sex with him at
any time of the day or night. That they were all male, didn't seem to come
into the equation.

     I know for a fact that he had all three of my partners at one time or
another during that first year and wasn't averse to seeing to Ruth to save
us the problem of servicing her. The fact that he was my `husband' didn't
stop them from having his cock inserted inside to have some extra pleasure.

     But as I was doing it quite often with Pearl and a bit less with Fiona
and even less with Trixie, I didn't mind. Of course there was still Toby
that I went with once a week, though I think he got bored after we'd been
doing it for just over a year and so we eventually came to an agreement
where we would stop seeing each other. I really fucked him to death that
last time and got six hundred pounds as severance pay.

     I still went home every week and Vicky was eager to see me as were the
children. Life was now comfortable for them and the only gripe was that I
wasn't home enough. One day a week is not enough, was the familiar cry from
Vicky, though she now had every labour saving device in the kitchen and
house. So in a way, finishing with Toby was a good thing for her. I didn't
miss the money as I was now pulling in so much it was becoming an
embarrassment.

     In that first year, my bank balance swelled to over four hundred
thousand pounds and everybody made money, though not to the extent that I
had. I must say that we were the biggest, if not the only male whorehouse
in the whole of London. There, I gloried in the fact that I could dress,
act and look like a woman that was desirable and there for the taking. To
have another man slowly undress me before laying me down on the bed and
have him stick his cock into me as an end result was heaven to me. There
were also too many variations of foreplay that would fill a book on their
own that was played out before the ultimate penetration and
fulfilment. When I did take someone on, much to the annoyance of Phillip, I
made it a point of finding out the predilections of my client before we
even started so as to give him the utmost satisfaction and make him want to
come back for more.

     I also learnt that I was now wanting to see, touch, hold and taste a
rampant cock more than use my own, on either a male or female. Vicky became
a bit alarmed that I now wanted to go down on her more than I did before
and wanted more of oral sex that she was still refusing to give me. What
upset her most I think was when I announced that instead of our usual
holiday at some holiday camp, they were to have a luxury cruise. This I
told them on one of my rare visits home that coincided with Phillip being
there at the same time. I said that they could all have this trip together
as we had usually been doing over quite a few years now. The children of
course were delighted at this news, but Joan and Vicky were not when they
learned that we wouldn't be with them.

     So while he was having a slanging match with Joan, I was having one
with Vicky. But it all boiled down to that the two women accepted that we
couldn't leave the hostel that was still having birthing pains and just
couldn't leave it at this time. Next year maybe, but not at this particular
moment in time. They grudgingly accepted this and so they had a beautiful
holiday without us for nearly a month.

     Phillip and I made hay as the sun shone so they say. Even though we
had been sleeping together as man and wife for nearly a year now, taking
our days off together and spent our time in Kingston. Here we would both
dress up and fuck each other like there was no tomorrow. The fact that we
were doing it inside our own bedrooms and not above the garage, made it
that more thrilling.

     After a lovely shower, I would powder myself and put on a little
make-up and then put on one of Vicky's negligee's and then get into my own
bed with Phillip. Here we would kiss and play with each other till he would
finally pull off that wisp of clothing and fuck me. How lovely those few
weeks were when we would also do the same in his house where he, for that
short period, would be my wife.

     I loved that cock of his in all its forms, soft, limp, semi erect or
fully upstanding. I would suck on him and even go so far as to make him
come in my mouth which then denied me having it up inside me. Those days
off from the hostel during that month were wonderful, spending most of the
time naked together except when getting ready for dinner. Then, whoever was
the wife, to spend some time getting dressed and made-up to make the
eventual outcome more exciting.

     I liked this part, having a scented bath and smelling nice with powder
afterwards. Then making my face up and putting on the silken underthings
and got a hard on every time I did this. Then, after dinner, in the lounge
having a drink, Phillip would begin to kiss me and generally seduce me
before taking me with that lovely cock of his. Stroking my bare bum that
was framed by the suspender belt and stocking tops before getting behind me
and pushing his throbbing erection up inside me. It got to the point
sometimes that I would come without touching myself from the sheer thrill I
got of his putting himself into me and working his magic on my insides.

     Then with the used condom out of the way, I would suck and tease his
cock to keep it erect until he was ready to use it again. I think I was
better than Viagra in keeping a man erect for quite some considerable time.

     But like all good things, our frolicking good fun in our houses came
to an end when the others were due home, so it was back to the usual
routine of taking Vicky once a week while he saw to Joan. The idea of
seeing if we could get the two of them to try each other out was discarded
as I knew that Vicky wouldn't go for it, and neither did he think Joan
would either. So Phillip and I had each other back in our room at the
hostel when not having our day off.

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