More sex experiences with Mr Vaughn xx
Rolling on from my reminiscences regarding my relationship with the dirty pervert, Mr Vaughn, I can remember going to Birmingham with him, Margaret, Arthur’s wife and the even more dirty and perverted, Mr Manning, not long after my first foray into cross dressing and the party that followed.
One of the women, at the party had been a woman called Chrissy, from Birmingham, who it transpired had been invited down to Bristol by another one off Mr Vaughn’s dirty friends and also that she was on the game, a prostitute. She’d had such a good time that she asked Mr Vaughn if he fancied coming up to Birmingham, one weekend, and arranging a similar party at her place. Needless to say, Mr Vaughn didn’t need to be asked twice and that’s how I came to be on the train to Birmingham that Saturday morning.
Mr Manning had wanted to bring along his own prodigy, my friend Barry, but Barry couldn’t get the time off work, which was the same problem as Arthur, Margaret’s husband.
I couldn’t really stand Mr Manning, he was a nasty bit of work, perverted and with a dirty smelling cock and the less I had to do with him the better. Luckily I had Mr Vaughn watching my back, he always looked after me so well and I’m sure Margaret, who definitely had a soft spot for me, wasn’t going to let him get near me.
Margaret had certainly come out of her shell since the party and when she rolled up to greet us on the platform, I should imagine that all of the passengers at Temple Meads station, that morning noticed her. She didn’t look a lot different to how she’d looked at the party, her dress ‘may’ have been a couple of inches longer but you could still see the tops of her sheer black nylons and her heels ‘may’ have been an inch lower however, one saving grace was that she did have a small jacket on, covering her ample voluptuous breasts. Mr Vaughn and Mr Manning were a bit shocked and embarrassed but I thought she looked absolutely gorgeous.
The train was only about a quarter full so we had a carriage almost to ourselves. We’d only been travelling for about twenty minutes or so when Mr Vaughn suggested that the pair of us pop to the toilet. I’d had a couple of train rides with him in the past so I knew what a trip to the toilets was going to entail, a quick blow job. Mr Vaughn, sort of owned me, so it wasn’t a problem. His cock needed constant servicing and attention, requiring either to be wanked off, sucked off or even a bit of fucking but mostly the former two. When he was with me, I don’t suppose he could go more than three or fours hours before his cock needed some form of relief. I’m sure he had a permanent hard on! Sure enough, as soon as the toilet door was shut, he undid his button flies, dropped his trousers and Y fronts, sat on the toilet pan where I knelt before him and sucked off his long hard cock. Mr Vaughn never took too long to cum, although it was nearly always a good load and this lot went into the basin. I cleaned his cock down with some paper towels and we returned to our seats.
Margaret must have sort of guessed what was going on, but while we were in the toilet, Mr Manning must have told Margaret what was happening as when the pair of us returned she was definitely giving Mr Vaughn the eye and not necessarily in a good way. I could almost see her brain working and not long after we’d pulled out Cheltenham she was suggesting that, perhaps, I’d like to go to the toilet with her too. Well I might have been a bit naive but not that much and I didn’t need a second bidding. The door had barely shut before she was grabbing at my flies and taking off her knickers, both, seemingly, at the same time. Well her hairy cunt was sopping wet and my cock, by then as hard as a rock, so it was a fuck made in heaven. I did enjoy fucking Margaret, no airs a graces about her, give it to her hard, long and plenty of spunk, that’s what she enjoyed.
When we got back, Mr Manning must have thought he was missing out a bit so he tried it on with Margaret, but I should think the whole carriage heard her tell him to ‘Fuck off’ in no uncertain terms. The rest of journey pasted reasonably uneventfully, thankfully arriving at Birmingham New Street, on time.
Chrissy’s place was in an area of Birmingham called Highgate and I think the road was called Cheddar Road or Grove but I might be wrong, although I do remember there was a park opposite her house. Chrissy met us, on our arrival and showed us to our rooms, I was in with Margaret, luckily and the two men in together. It soon became very apparent that Chrissy was running several girls from different houses in the road, basically a brothel, and during the rest of his day, we saw and could hear a steady stream of cars plying the road and punters entering the various rooms and houses, one particular room, next to myself and Margarets room.
Chrissy was obviously also entertaining clients and when things eased off a bit she joined us together with the girl, who we’d heard fucking most of the afternoon in the next room. Chrissy didn’t look as good as when I’d last seen her but, I suppose, she had been ‘entertaining’, like the other girls, pretty well all day. She did have a good body on her though, most of which was on show as she was only wearing a red camisole top, no bra and a very very skimpy g string which really didn’t cover much at all!!! The other girl, called Suzy, was a corker though, probably only about my age, thick dark hair, bit of Indian in there somewhere, and like her boss, not wearing much either, just half cup bra, very pert breasts and much the same tiny g string thong, not much more than a bit of string. I could definitely see why, certainly the younger girl, was so in demand and, by the feelings in my groin and my growing hard on, I did too!
We chatted for a while, Chrissy telling us that the party was going to be in the end house of the rank of terraces, as it was the biggest and had the most bedrooms. She was expecting about twenty gentleman to attend and besides myself and Margaret, there would be two or three young lads, for those ‘that way inclined’ as she put it and a couple of her girls, depending on ‘availability’ including, I was pleased to hear, Suzy, who I definitely fancied fucking.
If I remember rightly, apart from fucking, the demanding, Margaret, yet again, during the afternoon, it slipped by and at, about seven ish, Margaret and I started to get ready. I bathed, as did Margaret, and she then did my makeup, again doing an amazing job, sorted out taping up my cock, wig and helping me dress. Well I say dress, inferring that what we were wearing could be considered a ‘dress’ in normal times. Mine, at least coved my knickers, just, but Margaret was becoming a right old whore, stocking tops, super high heels, heavy tarty makeup and tits, about to explode from the half cup bra she was, sort of, wearing. She did look hot though! Like the last time I’d dressed at the party I felt so so good too, glamorous, feminine, amazing, sexy and I just wanted to be desired and used. Margaret had also bought me some white leather ankle boots with a five inch heel and sort of frilly leather around the tops, very whory indeed.
Luckily we only had to totter two houses down the road to the party house, which was already in full swing. I was surprised, and I think Margaret was too, that the majority of the gentleman there were black. We had an area in Bristol called city road which was where mostly black families lived but in the main, back then, we didn’t tend to mix. There were certainly none near where we lived in Bristol. Mr Vaughn and Mr Manning were already there and dirty old Mr Manning already had his smelly cock out, being wanked off rather vigorously, by one of the young lads. I immediately saw the gorgeous Suzy, who was sucking a very muscular black guy off, with an enormous cock, I might add, sat in one of the armchairs. Both Margaret and I were getting equal amounts of attention, Margaret by one particularly amorous black admirer, who couldn’t keep his hands off her, especially her tits and cunt.
I wasn’t going to be rushed, unlike Margaret, who’s thong exposed ass, I could see disappearing up the narrow staircase, although I soon had dirty Mr Vaughn at my side, pushing a quite handsome young admirer out the way, urging me to get in amongst the action, perhaps, he suggested, lips smacking, trying a nice big black cock!! He soon left me and I resumed chatting to the nice young man I’d previously been chatting to. He’d never apparently fucked an ass before but when he told me, I looked so hot and he wanted me so bad, how could I refuse. I got the impression that the upstairs bedrooms were getting hammering, as I’d already seen not only Margaret going up, but also Chrissy, Suzy, disappointingly, a couple of other prostitutes and even Mr Manning with one of the ‘lads’ in tow to him.
With the upstairs bedrooms all filled up, I steered him into a downstairs bathroom and leaning over the toilet pan, dropped my knickers and guided his lovely hard cock into my hole. Gosh, he was a good fuck, nice strong smooth cock and a stayer too, which is always nice. He must have fucked me a good fifteen to twenty minutes before I could feel his cock pulsing and his thrust rate increase before his hot spurt of spunk gushed into me. I felt amazing and I think he enjoyed me too. I didn’t realise that we’d gained a bit of an audience, three good looking black guys, two of whom had their, not insubstantial cocks out, one of whom asked me, very politely, if I would ‘give him head’ before, if I wanted, he’d love to fuck me. Well up for it now and I soon down on my knees taking his, actually sweet tasting and big cock in my mouth, before I couldn’t stop the lust and, standing and bending over to offer myself, he definitely got the message and I was soon savouring my first black cock and what a beautiful divine fuck he gave me. Steady, very considerate, considering his size, and again, good staying power and, as a bonus, the most spunk I think, up to that time, up my pussy, like a hose pipe!!! When I got off the toilet seat I thought I’d pissed myself as I had spunk running everywhere, all down my thighs and knickers soaking. The other guys thought it quite funny and I did too, to a degree but I quickly shut the door, locked the door and sorted myself out.
When I eventually came out of the bathroom, the party, which I’d thought was swinging along nicely had turned into a right orgy, fucking bodies everywhere. Chrissy, now there’s a woman who could fuck, had obviously come down from upstairs and was being fucked, one after the other, by a steady line of black and white guys waiting to give her, now practically naked body, a good seeing too. Margaret too, was back downstairs, still with her previous black beau in tow, like before all over her, she wanking his cock, I suspect wanting another fucking.
I must confess I was looking around for Suzy, who I eventually saw, just finishing taking a big black guys cock in one corner of the sitting room. She did look a bit dishevelled, but still hot, practically naked like her boss, but with a much better body, lovely tanned body, glistening with sweat and spunk on her stomach, legs and thighs. I caught her eye and the pair of us slipped into the back kitchen which apart from, surprise, surprise, Mr Manning sucking off the other young lads cock, up against the kitchen sink.
Like the younger man who’d fucked me earlier, she said that she’d never been with a cross dresser, certainly not one as good looking as me. I was already on a bit of a high and saying that made me feel so good, mind you I couldn’t stop gushing just how beautiful she was, and, I might add, how much I wanted her. I don’t think the pair of us wanted to think too much about what was going to happen next, so we just got on with it. I carefully eased her onto her back, the onto the large kitchen table, her cunt, exposed to me in such an inviting way that I could barely control myself, was red and puffy but her cunt was still dripping creamy white sperm from her last punter. Her long legs dangling, her cunt wide and my hard throbbing cunt slipping so easily into her. I’m sure we both knew that this fuck was special and I’m sure we both enjoyed the ten minutes or so that I rode her, oblivious to everything happening around us. I shuddered, I shook, my legs went, she screamed in pleasure and I emptied myself into her, gently kissing her sumptuous lips.
I’d literally just eased my cock out of her when her boss Chrissy stormed into the kitchen. ‘I’ve got punters out here gagging for your cunt, Suzy and you’re enjoying yourself, out here, get your ass out in that room double quick!’ I implored her to give her a break but all I got from her was a suggestion that I put my ass about a bit too, if that wasn’t too much trouble!!
When I went back into the sitting room a thin Asian looking guy was already just about to start fucking Suzy on the settee, with another black guy eyeing her lustfully. The black guy eyeing Suzy up had his cock out ready and I couldn’t help thinking I looked like a long mushroom, about nine or ten inches long, with a huge shiny purple cap on the end of it. Mr Vaughn was soon on my shoulder wondering where I’d been and introducing me to a much older gentleman, at least eighty I’d say, who, as Mr Vaughn succinctly put it, would like to fuck me. He might have looked old but, by god, could he use his cock which, with me bent over an armchair, gave my hole yet another pounding, with Mr Vaughn egging him on, even spunking a good load too. I told Mr Vaughn that I’d had enough cock for one night, which in fairness, he agreed with.
I saw Chrissy going upstairs again with two guys, the black guy who’d been watching Suzy being fucked, was now fucking her, fairly roughly, and I was a little in awe as to how well she was taking that huge ‘purple cock’, she was certainly going though it as were the other prostitutes that Chrissy had dragged along. Another young prostitute, like Suzy, had apparently been fucked by over twelve guys, up in one of the bedrooms and Margaret and her new best friend were still inseparable although Mr Vaughn told me that he’d shared her cunt with his brother, earlier. Mr Manning just had a big smile on his face and I’ve no idea what mr Vaughn got up to and really couldn’t have cared less.
One of the women, at the party had been a woman called Chrissy, from Birmingham, who it transpired had been invited down to Bristol by another one off Mr Vaughn’s dirty friends and also that she was on the game, a prostitute. She’d had such a good time that she asked Mr Vaughn if he fancied coming up to Birmingham, one weekend, and arranging a similar party at her place. Needless to say, Mr Vaughn didn’t need to be asked twice and that’s how I came to be on the train to Birmingham that Saturday morning.
Mr Manning had wanted to bring along his own prodigy, my friend Barry, but Barry couldn’t get the time off work, which was the same problem as Arthur, Margaret’s husband.
I couldn’t really stand Mr Manning, he was a nasty bit of work, perverted and with a dirty smelling cock and the less I had to do with him the better. Luckily I had Mr Vaughn watching my back, he always looked after me so well and I’m sure Margaret, who definitely had a soft spot for me, wasn’t going to let him get near me.
Margaret had certainly come out of her shell since the party and when she rolled up to greet us on the platform, I should imagine that all of the passengers at Temple Meads station, that morning noticed her. She didn’t look a lot different to how she’d looked at the party, her dress ‘may’ have been a couple of inches longer but you could still see the tops of her sheer black nylons and her heels ‘may’ have been an inch lower however, one saving grace was that she did have a small jacket on, covering her ample voluptuous breasts. Mr Vaughn and Mr Manning were a bit shocked and embarrassed but I thought she looked absolutely gorgeous.
The train was only about a quarter full so we had a carriage almost to ourselves. We’d only been travelling for about twenty minutes or so when Mr Vaughn suggested that the pair of us pop to the toilet. I’d had a couple of train rides with him in the past so I knew what a trip to the toilets was going to entail, a quick blow job. Mr Vaughn, sort of owned me, so it wasn’t a problem. His cock needed constant servicing and attention, requiring either to be wanked off, sucked off or even a bit of fucking but mostly the former two. When he was with me, I don’t suppose he could go more than three or fours hours before his cock needed some form of relief. I’m sure he had a permanent hard on! Sure enough, as soon as the toilet door was shut, he undid his button flies, dropped his trousers and Y fronts, sat on the toilet pan where I knelt before him and sucked off his long hard cock. Mr Vaughn never took too long to cum, although it was nearly always a good load and this lot went into the basin. I cleaned his cock down with some paper towels and we returned to our seats.
Margaret must have sort of guessed what was going on, but while we were in the toilet, Mr Manning must have told Margaret what was happening as when the pair of us returned she was definitely giving Mr Vaughn the eye and not necessarily in a good way. I could almost see her brain working and not long after we’d pulled out Cheltenham she was suggesting that, perhaps, I’d like to go to the toilet with her too. Well I might have been a bit naive but not that much and I didn’t need a second bidding. The door had barely shut before she was grabbing at my flies and taking off her knickers, both, seemingly, at the same time. Well her hairy cunt was sopping wet and my cock, by then as hard as a rock, so it was a fuck made in heaven. I did enjoy fucking Margaret, no airs a graces about her, give it to her hard, long and plenty of spunk, that’s what she enjoyed.
When we got back, Mr Manning must have thought he was missing out a bit so he tried it on with Margaret, but I should think the whole carriage heard her tell him to ‘Fuck off’ in no uncertain terms. The rest of journey pasted reasonably uneventfully, thankfully arriving at Birmingham New Street, on time.
Chrissy’s place was in an area of Birmingham called Highgate and I think the road was called Cheddar Road or Grove but I might be wrong, although I do remember there was a park opposite her house. Chrissy met us, on our arrival and showed us to our rooms, I was in with Margaret, luckily and the two men in together. It soon became very apparent that Chrissy was running several girls from different houses in the road, basically a brothel, and during the rest of his day, we saw and could hear a steady stream of cars plying the road and punters entering the various rooms and houses, one particular room, next to myself and Margarets room.
Chrissy was obviously also entertaining clients and when things eased off a bit she joined us together with the girl, who we’d heard fucking most of the afternoon in the next room. Chrissy didn’t look as good as when I’d last seen her but, I suppose, she had been ‘entertaining’, like the other girls, pretty well all day. She did have a good body on her though, most of which was on show as she was only wearing a red camisole top, no bra and a very very skimpy g string which really didn’t cover much at all!!! The other girl, called Suzy, was a corker though, probably only about my age, thick dark hair, bit of Indian in there somewhere, and like her boss, not wearing much either, just half cup bra, very pert breasts and much the same tiny g string thong, not much more than a bit of string. I could definitely see why, certainly the younger girl, was so in demand and, by the feelings in my groin and my growing hard on, I did too!
We chatted for a while, Chrissy telling us that the party was going to be in the end house of the rank of terraces, as it was the biggest and had the most bedrooms. She was expecting about twenty gentleman to attend and besides myself and Margaret, there would be two or three young lads, for those ‘that way inclined’ as she put it and a couple of her girls, depending on ‘availability’ including, I was pleased to hear, Suzy, who I definitely fancied fucking.
If I remember rightly, apart from fucking, the demanding, Margaret, yet again, during the afternoon, it slipped by and at, about seven ish, Margaret and I started to get ready. I bathed, as did Margaret, and she then did my makeup, again doing an amazing job, sorted out taping up my cock, wig and helping me dress. Well I say dress, inferring that what we were wearing could be considered a ‘dress’ in normal times. Mine, at least coved my knickers, just, but Margaret was becoming a right old whore, stocking tops, super high heels, heavy tarty makeup and tits, about to explode from the half cup bra she was, sort of, wearing. She did look hot though! Like the last time I’d dressed at the party I felt so so good too, glamorous, feminine, amazing, sexy and I just wanted to be desired and used. Margaret had also bought me some white leather ankle boots with a five inch heel and sort of frilly leather around the tops, very whory indeed.
Luckily we only had to totter two houses down the road to the party house, which was already in full swing. I was surprised, and I think Margaret was too, that the majority of the gentleman there were black. We had an area in Bristol called city road which was where mostly black families lived but in the main, back then, we didn’t tend to mix. There were certainly none near where we lived in Bristol. Mr Vaughn and Mr Manning were already there and dirty old Mr Manning already had his smelly cock out, being wanked off rather vigorously, by one of the young lads. I immediately saw the gorgeous Suzy, who was sucking a very muscular black guy off, with an enormous cock, I might add, sat in one of the armchairs. Both Margaret and I were getting equal amounts of attention, Margaret by one particularly amorous black admirer, who couldn’t keep his hands off her, especially her tits and cunt.
I wasn’t going to be rushed, unlike Margaret, who’s thong exposed ass, I could see disappearing up the narrow staircase, although I soon had dirty Mr Vaughn at my side, pushing a quite handsome young admirer out the way, urging me to get in amongst the action, perhaps, he suggested, lips smacking, trying a nice big black cock!! He soon left me and I resumed chatting to the nice young man I’d previously been chatting to. He’d never apparently fucked an ass before but when he told me, I looked so hot and he wanted me so bad, how could I refuse. I got the impression that the upstairs bedrooms were getting hammering, as I’d already seen not only Margaret going up, but also Chrissy, Suzy, disappointingly, a couple of other prostitutes and even Mr Manning with one of the ‘lads’ in tow to him.
With the upstairs bedrooms all filled up, I steered him into a downstairs bathroom and leaning over the toilet pan, dropped my knickers and guided his lovely hard cock into my hole. Gosh, he was a good fuck, nice strong smooth cock and a stayer too, which is always nice. He must have fucked me a good fifteen to twenty minutes before I could feel his cock pulsing and his thrust rate increase before his hot spurt of spunk gushed into me. I felt amazing and I think he enjoyed me too. I didn’t realise that we’d gained a bit of an audience, three good looking black guys, two of whom had their, not insubstantial cocks out, one of whom asked me, very politely, if I would ‘give him head’ before, if I wanted, he’d love to fuck me. Well up for it now and I soon down on my knees taking his, actually sweet tasting and big cock in my mouth, before I couldn’t stop the lust and, standing and bending over to offer myself, he definitely got the message and I was soon savouring my first black cock and what a beautiful divine fuck he gave me. Steady, very considerate, considering his size, and again, good staying power and, as a bonus, the most spunk I think, up to that time, up my pussy, like a hose pipe!!! When I got off the toilet seat I thought I’d pissed myself as I had spunk running everywhere, all down my thighs and knickers soaking. The other guys thought it quite funny and I did too, to a degree but I quickly shut the door, locked the door and sorted myself out.
When I eventually came out of the bathroom, the party, which I’d thought was swinging along nicely had turned into a right orgy, fucking bodies everywhere. Chrissy, now there’s a woman who could fuck, had obviously come down from upstairs and was being fucked, one after the other, by a steady line of black and white guys waiting to give her, now practically naked body, a good seeing too. Margaret too, was back downstairs, still with her previous black beau in tow, like before all over her, she wanking his cock, I suspect wanting another fucking.
I must confess I was looking around for Suzy, who I eventually saw, just finishing taking a big black guys cock in one corner of the sitting room. She did look a bit dishevelled, but still hot, practically naked like her boss, but with a much better body, lovely tanned body, glistening with sweat and spunk on her stomach, legs and thighs. I caught her eye and the pair of us slipped into the back kitchen which apart from, surprise, surprise, Mr Manning sucking off the other young lads cock, up against the kitchen sink.
Like the younger man who’d fucked me earlier, she said that she’d never been with a cross dresser, certainly not one as good looking as me. I was already on a bit of a high and saying that made me feel so good, mind you I couldn’t stop gushing just how beautiful she was, and, I might add, how much I wanted her. I don’t think the pair of us wanted to think too much about what was going to happen next, so we just got on with it. I carefully eased her onto her back, the onto the large kitchen table, her cunt, exposed to me in such an inviting way that I could barely control myself, was red and puffy but her cunt was still dripping creamy white sperm from her last punter. Her long legs dangling, her cunt wide and my hard throbbing cunt slipping so easily into her. I’m sure we both knew that this fuck was special and I’m sure we both enjoyed the ten minutes or so that I rode her, oblivious to everything happening around us. I shuddered, I shook, my legs went, she screamed in pleasure and I emptied myself into her, gently kissing her sumptuous lips.
I’d literally just eased my cock out of her when her boss Chrissy stormed into the kitchen. ‘I’ve got punters out here gagging for your cunt, Suzy and you’re enjoying yourself, out here, get your ass out in that room double quick!’ I implored her to give her a break but all I got from her was a suggestion that I put my ass about a bit too, if that wasn’t too much trouble!!
When I went back into the sitting room a thin Asian looking guy was already just about to start fucking Suzy on the settee, with another black guy eyeing her lustfully. The black guy eyeing Suzy up had his cock out ready and I couldn’t help thinking I looked like a long mushroom, about nine or ten inches long, with a huge shiny purple cap on the end of it. Mr Vaughn was soon on my shoulder wondering where I’d been and introducing me to a much older gentleman, at least eighty I’d say, who, as Mr Vaughn succinctly put it, would like to fuck me. He might have looked old but, by god, could he use his cock which, with me bent over an armchair, gave my hole yet another pounding, with Mr Vaughn egging him on, even spunking a good load too. I told Mr Vaughn that I’d had enough cock for one night, which in fairness, he agreed with.
I saw Chrissy going upstairs again with two guys, the black guy who’d been watching Suzy being fucked, was now fucking her, fairly roughly, and I was a little in awe as to how well she was taking that huge ‘purple cock’, she was certainly going though it as were the other prostitutes that Chrissy had dragged along. Another young prostitute, like Suzy, had apparently been fucked by over twelve guys, up in one of the bedrooms and Margaret and her new best friend were still inseparable although Mr Vaughn told me that he’d shared her cunt with his brother, earlier. Mr Manning just had a big smile on his face and I’ve no idea what mr Vaughn got up to and really couldn’t have cared less.
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