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Disclaimer:
All characters are consenting adults (over 18). This story is loosely based on
my actual experiences; however the names are fictional.
Story background:
Mike is a 45-year-old married (to a woman) man who has secret desires to explore his sexuality with other men. Mike is athletic and fit and generally alpha in his daily life. But for some reason, Mike has secret thoughts about being a bottom for other masculine men.
During the day, while is wife is at work, Mike sometimes visits gay cruising sights to explore his fantasy and consider potential hookups. Mike works from home and works for himself as a tech business consultant. Since he is self-employed, he can set his own schedule.
Earlier this week, Mike met a guy online named Gus. Gus is five feet five inches tall, he's from Nicaragua and he has a thick, six-and-a-half-inch uncut cock. Gus invited Mike over to engage in some role play. In the role play, Gus is a paying customer, and Mike is a cheap street whore that is willing to do things for Gus for a certain price.
Gus has been using his "For a dollar more..." fetish to take control of Mike's mind. Mike is now doing things that are slightly outside his comfort zone. Gus keeps taking him deeper and deeper into his perverted world.
Gus has convinced Mike to wear a wig, lipstick and let himself be called Mary. Mike does not think of himself as a crossdresser, but Gus has used his fetish to bend Mike into submitting. He used a photo he took of Mary to drum up "customers" using the same online service that Mike used to meet Gus.
We catch up with Mike as he leaves a gang bang hosted by Gus. Mike agreed to become Mary to satisfy the sexual needs of Gus and five strange men who found Mary on the same website that let Mike to Gus.
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The Walk of Shame
It was a little after 2 P.M. when I made my way back into Gus's garage on my way to my car parked in his driveway. I felt shocked by the gravity of what I had just done. I let six strange men fuck me repeatedly in all my orifices and swallowed more almost ten loads of semen. I was no longer horny. My libido was replaced with shame as I walked naked through Gus's garage.
"Why did I leave my clothes in the car?" I scolded myself, "You were thinking with your cock, that's why."
I slowly opened the access door on the side of the garage and peaked my head outside. I wanted to ensure that the coast was clear before I made the thirty-foot walk to my car. The last thing I needed was to be discovered, naked, in Gus's driveway. I dashed out the door, around the corner and into my worst nightmare.
Mary Meets the Long Arm of the Law
There was a squad car parked next to my car with an officer inside. Once he saw me, he jumped out of the squad car with his hand on his service revolver.
"Stop where you are!" he barked, in a terrifying tone, "Get on the ground, with your hands behind your back."
I dropped to my knees on the hot black top of Gus's driveway. Then I lowered myself into a prone position with my hands behind my back. The officer straddled me, and put me in handcuffs. Then, he pulled me up to my feet, turned me around to face him and pushed me against the squad car.
"Do you want to explain yourself to me, Sir?" He asked, glaring at me, his hands on his hips.
Just then, his radio squawked, and he clicked his mike, "This us unit 3, I'm 10-23 on Langdon Street investigating the reported activity."
"Copy unit 3," the dispatcher replied, "Do you need backup?"
"That's a negative," the officer replied, "I should have this wrapped up shortly."
I was wondering why the cop was forcing me to stand naked and handcuffed in public. It was humiliating and terrifying.
"So, what's your story, pervert?" the cop said with a scowl, "I got a report of on-line prostitution being organized at this address.
"It's not that, Sir," I pleaded, "It's just a fetish group that I got swept up in."
"You mean there are more of you perverts inside?" the cop grimaced.
"Yes, the entire group was started by a Nicaraguan guy named Gus," I blathered, "this is his place and there are six men inside."
"Take me to them," the cop demanded.
I led him to the side door, but I couldn't open it because my hands were behind my back. I waited to let him open it and then walked across the garage to the steel door that led into the house. Again, the cop opened the door and followed me into the house. He stormed through the kitchen and into the living room where my six customers were lounging. Most of them were still naked.
"Everyone keep your hands where I can see 'em," the cop bellowed, his hand on his pistol, "Which one of you is Gus."
"I am," Gus said, stepping forward, still naked, but his cock no longer erect.
"I found this guy naked in your front yard," the cop started, "I got a report that there was illegal prostitution going on at this address."
"It's not prostitution," I protested, "It's a fetish thing, we're role playing, I know it's weird, but we're consenting adults."
"Why is there a pile of ones on the table?" the cop asked, continuing his investigation.
"That is for Mary!" Gus blurted, "She needs the money, so I got her customers."
"Who's Mary?" the cop asked, confused.
"That's Mary," Gus answered, pointing at me.
"Is that why you're wearing lipstick?" the cop continued.
"And her wig," Gus interrupted, holding up my blonde wig, "Then she lets us fuck her, for a dollar more."
"Jezus," the cop shook his head, "You wear that wig and lipstick and let all of these men fuck you for a dollar?"
I didn't know how to respond. I just looked at the floor realizing that my former life was now ruined. I was going to be arrested, and all my lewd behavior was going to become public.
"Did all of you fuck him?" the cop addressed the men.
"Yes, and she sucked our cocks too," Eduardo volunteered, "She even swallows or no extra charge."
"Did you swallow for all of them?" the cop scowled at me, "Don't you feel sick?"
"He swallowed me twice," Gus said, totally throwing me under the bus.
The cop was looking at me with total disgust. I felt like a deviant standing there, naked, handcuffed, with cum still drying on various parts of my body. The cop continued to eye me up and down then he looked around the room sizing up the group. I assumed he was trying to figure out how to arrest us all and get us all to the station.
"Put the wig on him," the cop instructed Gus, who was still holding my wig.
Gus stepped forward and put the wig in my head. He adjusted it so that it covered my own hair and was straight on my head.
"How about the lipstick?" the cop asked.
Gus grabbed the lipstick off the coffee table and applied a thick coat to my lips, making them bright red against my pale face.
"I'll make you a deal," the cop said to Gus, "You tell this whore of yours to suck my cock and I'll forget this entire thing ever happened."
"Have a seat right here in my recliner," Gus said, waving his arm toward his big recliner, "make yourself comfortable."
I couldn't believe what was happening. The cop was addressing Gus like he was my pimp, and he was asking for a freebie. The cop was undoing his utility belt as he sauntered over to the recliner. He got his belt off, then unzipped his pants and lowered them to his ankles. He grabbed his junk and shook it a bit to get his erection started. I watched his cock grow from a flaccid six inches to well over seven inches.
I was still in handcuffs, so I needed to walk over to the cop and kneel at his feet.
"Do a good job, pervert, and I'll let you off with a warning," the cop instructed, "My wife stopped sucking cock a few years back and I can't pass up a nice sloppy blowjob."
Mary Bribes the Officer
As my six customers stood by and watched, I leaned forward to take the cops cock into my mouth. I had to admit that I was pretty turned on being dressed as a woman, wearing handcuffs and sucking off a real cop. If my other customers were an Indian chief, a construction worker, a sailor, and a cowboy, I'd be getting gang banged by The Village People.
The room was quiet as everyone watched me service the cop. I started at the tip of his cock and worked down his shaft to his big, hairy balls. I took each of his balls into my mouth until his scrotum was soaked with my saliva.
"Fuck that's good," the cop moaned, "Get up on that head again, bitch."
I worked my way back up the cop's shaft and took the head of his cock into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around it and then flicked it back and forth just underneath the tip on the tiny super-sensitive area that resides there. Then I took him into my throat and down to the base. Holding him there for as long as I could hold my breath.
"That's right, take it all down, bitch," the cop growled, sliding down in his seat to ensure he could get every inch into my mouth.
His hands were on the back of my head now. Since I was in handcuffs, he was in complete control, and he seemed to enjoy it.
"Officer, do you mind if I fuck her while she pleasures you?" I heard Morrie ask.
"I'd actually like to see you shove that monster in his ass," the cop laughed, "Be my guest, it's not like she's going anywhere."
The cop had both hands on my head, and he was using my head like his own personal flesh light. With my hands cuffed behind my back, all I could do was slobber saliva all over his cock and take the face fucking. I felt Morrie line his giant cock head up with my well used anus. I thought I was done taking cock up my ass, but apparently Morrie needed to nut one more time.
"What is that 10 inches?" the cop asked, "Can he take that entire thing?"
"It's only 9," Morrie answered, "But Mary likes to take every inch."
"I wanna see that," the cop moaned, "You like being spit-roasted, pervert?"