A Shemale Vacation Ch. 03

He began to slap my arse with his hand as his dick went squelching into where his friend's cum had already been and was still leaking out of me, so that each thrust up inside me made a squelching and slapping noise, all while his balls slapped against mine and shook my little but very very hard cock around. The only other noise that could be heard were the sighs and slurps coming from my mouth filled with another piece of hard meat.

He grabbed my waist and pulled me back onto his cock as his head was thrown back and let out a loud noise almost like a howl and filled my arse with another warm, sticky load. I could feel his cock twitching inside the tight warmth of my insides and it stimulated me even more. I felt the flow of his ecstasy enter me as his hot cum ran down my thighs to combine with his friend's in staining my stockings.

Seeming exhausted from the vigorous fucking he had given my girly little arse, the man slid out of me and sat down by his similarly spent friend. I had taken two big, hard men in my arse and loved it. And I'd done it all for my friends, so we could carry on with our trip and go to France. Now, however, I had one more to take, and it was the biggest, thickest, hardest of the lot.

The big guy flipped me over so I was lying on my back on the table with my legs dangling from the edge. Now, I could see him when he entered me unlike the others who had taken me from behind while I swallowed other dicks. Instinctively, I spread my stockinged legs as he positioned himself beneath me and wrapped them around his waist, pulling him into me. He lifted my little cock out of the way and positioned his monster to grind inside me.

I could look down at my body with the red dress covering my chest and falling around my waist. My body looking so small and girlish alongside the truly built masculine form of this manly guard. In particular, with them right next to each other, the relative sizes of our cocks was quite obvious. Even though mine was as hard as it ever got, it was still only just over half the size of his thick hugeness. It would almost have been humiliating if the sight wasn't such a turn on.

I could feel my wet lips, the taste of his salty pre-cum still on them, dribbling with lust at the sight of my little arse being opened out by that thick hard dick, the biggest I had ever taken back there. He was unmerciful in pushing up further and further inside me until he was all in and I was feeling rather light headed. It was as if my whole body was filled up by his hard rod and totally devoted to giving it pleasure.

"OK, whore," he said grinning down at me, "Now you are going to know what it is like to be fucked by a real man. And your friends are going to like to see what a good little whore you have been for them."

Once more, I was reminded of my extra audience and I tipped my head back to see Josh, Harry and Olly still watching me intently. They seemed fascinated by the show that they had seen, the show that I had put on, revealing my true colours that they had only slightly suspected until now. I had showed myself to be a total slut for cock and they had watched me take it and beg for it, watched me swallow it, get it up my tight hole and drink the cum. At no point of this, it seemed, had their attention turned from the scene. I had worried what they would think of me for doing this, but I could see now that, at least while we remained in the moment, they were obviously appreciating the show.

There could no longer be any doubt about whether that was a bulge of arousal that I could see in their pants. Now, all of them had their trousers dropped and each had pulled out his own cock so that I could see quite how hard they had got by watching their childhood friend dolled up as a slut getting fucked by the French border guards. As the various French cocks had been ploughing into my arse, my three friends had their fists around their own members and were beating their meat to the sight. Maybe I shouldn't have been thinking this way about my close friends, but I couldn't help but notice that all three had pretty tasty, long, thick members and I couldn't help but remember the thrill I had got in my first encounter with Saskia when I had licked her black arse and tasted my friends' cum that they had deposited there.

Of course, I couldn't spend too long thinking about this as, pretty quickly, my attention was drawn back to the massive Frenchman who has just embedded his cock in my little arse and was now hammering it in and out of me while I just lay there and watched him do it, watched that huge cock rocking my little body, watched my own little cock desperate to explode, and listened to my own sighs and moans.

"Oh God. Oh yeah. Oh yes, give it to me," I sighed, "Fuck me, fuck me with your big fat cock. Oh yeah. Ohhhh!"

And suddenly, I found my cock blowing its load without ever being touched. The dicks that had been stuck right up inside me had done enough to stimulate me deep inside so that my cock didn't need any attention to reach a climax. I felt it running through my body as the big tough guard continued to ram his monster into me. I felt my arse clench tighter on the huge dick, I felt my body shake and the warm cum run through my dick and shoot out across my body, covering and staining my pretty red dress.

"Mmmm, looks like the little slut likes being fucked," said the big French guard as he continued to use my arse with his huge, thick manhood, "You like it so much, whore, that you've made a mess of your slut dress. You're all covered in cum and your about to get some more."

He was right, I was soaked in man juices. Every time his cock drove into my arse I could feel it squelching against the deposits of the previous guys, which had also managed to run right down my arse and thighs. My own cock had shot its load and my chest was also covered in the sticky white spunk. I had to admit that I loved the feel of being covered in it, the sense that I had brought all those cocks to this point, that they had used me as their sex toy and then covered me with the signs of their pleasure. However, even more I loved to taste it.

As if he sensed these thoughts in me, the big guy pulled out of my well and truly fucked and torn arse and pushed me back onto the chair by the table. I sat facing my friends as he stood over me furiously jerking his throbbing cock off beside my face. In a minute I heard him groan and saw a jet of hot cum shoot out of his dick across my cheek. The second shot I caught in my mouth and swallowed down easily. He continued to stroke his big beast as he shot loads of creamy juices into my mouth and over my face until his cock, like all his friends', was finally spent and I was left sitting in the interrogation chair, dressed in just a dishevelled, stained dress and stockings, with cum dripping from my arse and face.

I looked over at my friends. All three of them wore the same expression of happiness and embarrassment that I remember seeing on their faces after their time with Saskia back in Amsterdam. I looked down and saw that all three cocks had spewed forth their own loads of white, sticky cum that now stained their hands and trousers. I had to admit to myself that my friends' cum soaked cocks still looked pretty tasty but I knew that was one line that maybe I shouldn't cross. Still, I gave them a knowing smirk at how they had enjoyed the show, and gave them one last moment as I scooped the remaining cum that leaked down my chin and licked it from my fingers.

After all that, our three guards decided that their interrogation had reached its logical conclusion. They decided that we had been most helpful with their enquiries and that we probably weren't trying to sneak illegally into the country or smuggle anything in and that we were free to continue our journey to Paris where the British embassy would issue us new passports. Although it would cost a decent amount of the money I had earned in Amsterdam.

We finally arrived in Paris late that evening. With our cards and passports gone, we probably couldn't make our booking at the hotel. Fortunately, Josh revealed that back in Amsterdam Saskia had thought of that possibility too. He said that she had given him the name and address of a friend of hers in Paris and that we would be welcome to stay there for our time in the city.

The area of the city certainly seemed a lot nicer than the one we were planning to stay in. Right in the centre in a traditional 19th century Parisian apartment block, the address we were looking for took as right up to the top floor. We rang the doorbell, completely not sure what to expect and it was answered by a beautiful young French woman who smiled welcomingly at us.

"Hi, you must be Saskia's friends," she said, using perfect English but with quite a strong French accent, "I'm Celine. Please come in. I hope we will be able to have lots of fun for the next few days."

To be continued...