Once the stockings were attached, he pulled on the knickers and noticed how badly they fitted. With a new found resolution to get this over and done with, he decided he didn't care and quickly stood. Ed pulled the dress over his head like a t-shirt and shuffled it down passed his waist and over his arse. Of all the things he had done so far that was the strangest. To wear something that fit so snugly and that finished just above the knee. He stood, half feeling that he was missing the trousers to go with the shirt. He looked down at his smooth legs that were covered in stockings and though technically dressed, felt very naked.
The top of the dress hung high, close to his neck, and the sleeves ruffled over his shoulders, finishing part way down his arm. It strangely hid many of the parts that would have shown he wasn't a girl, such as his non-existent cleavage, and narrowed his already narrow shoulders. Everything was tight, yet moved and shifted closely around him. For a second he was aroused by the feeling, until he willed Ms. Wu to re-enter his mind. This time she was between his knees and was justifying his hardening cock.
The clock showed 10 minutes to go and his heart thumped again. Not for his nervousness but from his fear of displeasing Mr. Lon. He quickly pulled one pair shoes and found they fitted perfectly, almost wonderfully. He then grabbed the lipstick and tottered to the mirror. Ed reached out, holding onto the dresser, and realised, that in front of the mirror was a wig stand and a dark haired wig sitting on top. "Jeez!" Is all Ed could say, and he quickly grabbed it and slid it over his short hair. For a moment he didn't dare look at himself fully and bringing his face up close so that he didn't have to take the whole mess in. He concentrated on his lips, putting the lipstick on as quickly as he could. Knowing that he was done he raced out of the room, leaving everything behind and let the door lock shut.
Now he was there in the hall way, standing in a pair of 2 inch patent black leather heels, stockings tight up his smooth legs and fastened to his suspender belt. Lace knickers failed to hide his bulge and a slim fitting black mini-dress covered his body. His face was framed by a black shoulder length wig, and his lips stood out to the world with a deep red glow. He spoke to himself, "Jees. What the fuck are you doing Ed?"
With only minutes to go and with no wish to hang around until he was spotted, Ed tottered across the carpet to the lift and headed to floor 9. As Ed stepped into the lift he was immediately confronted with a full length reflection of himself. "I.." He started to speak as if the person he saw wasn't him. He started to think that if it wasn't for his face, he'd be passable. Due to some innate vanity he straightened his wig a little, pushing one side behind his ear and let the thick curls fall behind his chin and then rest half way down his neck. He looked at this flat chested short girl with poor make-up skills stare back. He glanced at her long stocking covered legs and he wanted to touch them. For a rare moment he smiled and ran his hand down his own leg. Ed felt up the girl in the reflection and he was turned on. She had no tits, but was slim and that dress made her look hot. Ed imagined lifting up that dress and having a grope. Just as his cock was coming to life he heard the lift ping and he suddenly realised what he was doing. Thankfully it was his floor and wasn't about to find some stranger step into his lift.
Poking his head out a little, he glanced around to see if the coast was clear and then subconsciously tucked his now long hair back behind his ear. Once sure the hall was clear, he decided on the direction to walk and then stepped as fast as he could in the 2 inch heels towards room 910. He took little steps, each making a loud clack on the tiled hall of this floor. Each stride bringing the dress up each against one thigh and then gently fall down against the other. He felt the stockings pull against the suspender belt as he tottered along in heels. "I'm wearing fucking heels!" He said to himself.
After he passed a couple of doors he stood staring at the gold numbers of room 910. His feet together, slipped into a pair of heels, of high heeled shoes. The kind of shoes Ms. Wu might were he thought. Mr. Ed Green then swallowed, and knocked on the door.
Mr. Lon pulled open the door slowly, and stood with an overly camp posture, one hand resting on his hip. "Good evening Mr. Green." It was the first time he had heard Mr. Lon speak in English and like Mr. Yeing's, it was thick with a Chinese accent. "Or should I say, Miss Green?" Mr. Lon then playfully sniggered as he touched Ed's chin.
"Come in. Come in." Mr. Lon waltzed into his huge apartment, dressed only in a dark red robe and beckoned Ed to follow. "Drink?"
Ed swallowed and tried to walk as confident as he could. "Yes.. " He started to say, before adding. "Please Mr. Lon."
"Oh.. you can call me Sir." Mr. Lon was pouring himself a glass of something white and sparkling. For a moment Ed forgot where he was, and how he was dressed. "You will be called... " Mr. Lon's language changed to Mandarin as he thought out loud. He finished the sentence in English. "Yes, your name will be Niu. Understood?" Mr. Lon then laughed, more of a dramatic over the top, forced laugh then anything that could come naturally.
Ed nodded, unsure of how he should respond and just stood there.
Mr. Lon repeated. "Come. Come." And then handed Ed a glass of sparkling wine. "So.. your first time?" Mr. Lon made himself comfortable on the sofa and beckoned him over.
Ed took the glass of wine and drank half of it in one go before nodding in response. "Yes.. Sir." He tottered over as he spoke and began to sit next to Mr. Lon on the sofa. As he did so Mr. Lon stopped him.
"Oh no Niu." He spoke with a mocking authority and pointed to the floor. "Kneel." As he watched Ed come closer he widened his legs, letting his robe intentionally fall to the side. This wasn't going to be a romantic date of simple hand holding and poetry readings that he had hoped for. On the plus side this might be over and done with quickly.
Ed finished the remainder of the glass and left it on a side table before he stepped closer. His mouth fell open and his face turned pale as he realised Mr. Lon was naked. His cock now visible along with the underside of his hairy belly that poked through the robe. With a dry swallow, Ed did what was asked of him and knelt between Mr. Lon's legs.
"Don't be shy Niu. It's only freaky the first time!" Mr. Lon laughed loud and this time it was genuine. "Well, what are you waiting for? You don't have all day." He then leaned back on the sofa and pulled his robe to the side to reveal his round belly and curled hair leading up to his chest. His cock was limp, of average length and just rested there over his hairy balls.
Ed was now kneeling between his dominant's legs staring at a cock. He swallowed again and looked up at Mr. Lon.
"Do I need to remind you of your situation, Niu? Do I need to tell Mr. Yeing what a disappointing girl you've been?" Mr. Lon took a swig from his half full glass and continued. Just before Ed began to envision what would happen if he didn't get this evening over with, Mr. Lon suddenly changed his expression and continued. "You were made for that dress Niu. Such a sexy piece of meat in those heels. I can see the way you walked over here that you were born to be a girl, so don't play coy with me, flashing your long sexy legs at me. Kneeling between my legs and giving me those eyes!" Mr. Lon feigned a flirt and placed his finger tips to hide his lips. "Shame to have to let Mr. Gan have his way with you instead of me. Don't you think Niu?"
With the mention of Mr. Gan he remember the crow-bar. His eyes gazed back at Mr. Lon's cock, and up his hairy leg. As Ed swallowed he moved a hand towards Mr. Lon's cock and held it limply in his palm. It surprised him how warm it was compared to his hand, and then even more so when it began to thicken between his fingers. Ed's eyes lit up as it grew quickly and he realised the reaction he was having on Mr. Lon.
Mr. Lon could see that Ed was momentarily enjoying the confirmation of his affect on him, and he spoke some encouraging words. "Those red lips of yours. All plump and soft. Press them against my cock Niu, and I'll speak good words about you." Mr. Lon's hands dug behind Ed's head and gently guided his head to his groin.
Ed mumbled something, his throat thick with air, unable to speak as he saw the now hard cock moving closer to his face. He instinctively opened his mouth and placed his red lips on the tip of Mr. Lon's cock. Seeing the opportunity Mr. Lon kept a strong grip and moved his groin up against Ed's face, pressing his cock hard against his lips. "That's it Niu, open those lips for me."
Surprisingly Ed found his mouth open wide and before he knew it he had Mr. Lon's cock in his mouth. He kept his eyes closed and tried to imagine something far away, but with each thrust of Mr. Lon's groin, his cock pushed into Ed's mouth and the realisation of what was happening was made clear. "Oh yeah Niu. Suck that cock." Mr. Lon now had a good grip on Ed's wig covered head and was grinding back and forth into Ed's face. "Yeah Niu. Oh yeah. Good girl."
Ed's head was now bobbing up and down as he continued to give Mr. Lon a blow job. His hands were trying to grip Mr. Lon's strong hairy thighs as best as he could but found himself just kneeling and moving his whole torso up and down. Mr. Lon continued to gently fuck Ed's face for a good few minutes, and just when Ed had become physically comfortable in the position and movements that were being forced on him, Mr. Lon pushed Ed off and spoke with lust in his voice. "To the bedroom Niu."
Still kneeling there he watched Mr. Lon stand and walk to another room. Ed began to stand and his heart pounded. Not just for what he had done, but for what was going to be done. He followed Mr. Lon and saw a huge double bed sit in the middle of a large room. Ed just stood there almost paralysed, which appeared not to concern Mr. Lon in the slightest as he walked behind Ed, his robe now flowing freely about his large frame. With a gently push Ed leant forward. "To the bed Niu, and bend over."
Ed stuttered forward, until he was about a metre away. He felt Mr. Lon's palm on the small of his back as he was encouraged to bend at the waist and then grip the head board of the bed. Stuck in a compromising position, Mr. Lon begun to fumble at Ed's waist, pulling his knickers down. Ed leaned his head down, and watched from between his stocking covered legs in heels, Mr. Lon's hairy legs step closer. Feeling and now watching his knickers fall passed his arse cheeks he felt Mr. Lon's hands all over him again and then some lubricant slipped between his arse.
"Squeal for me Niu. I love it when they squeal." Mr. Lon had by this point pressed himself close and had each hand on Ed's hips. His cock was now pressed firmly against Ed's asshole.
Ed considered turning around and punching Mr. Lon, dropping the dress and running as far and as fast as he could go. His thoughts didn't last long however as Mr. Lon began pushing once more and Ed could feel a cock entering. Ed let out a murmur. "Oh fuck."
"Yes Niu. Oh yeah baby." Mr. Lon was enjoying himself immensely and suddenly gave Ed's arse a firm smack. "Oh yeah Niu." And with a second hard slap of his hand, Ed felt Mr. Lon's cock push further into his arse. Ed leant there, gripping the wood of the bed as if he was hanging from a cliff to save his life. With the cock now half way into his arse, it suddenly became inflamed and with a searing painful heat Ed let out a loud squeal. This was music to Mr. Lon's ears, and feeling encouraged he picked up the pace.
The hair of the wig swung around in front of Ed's face, and over his eyes, just as he imagined Ms. Wu's hair would. For the brief moments that his eyes were open, he gazed at Mr. Lon's feet in the pile of his robe. Ed ignored the sensation as best he could, the feeling of Mr. Lon's hands holding his waist firmly in his grip and pulling his body back onto a cock with what were now regular thrusts. He could hear Mr. Lon's words echoing through his mind that felt as if they were repeated a thousand times in the 15 minutes or so that passed. "Oh yeah Niu. That's it baby."
From the heavy thrusting and his body moving back and forth against the bed he looked up and straight forward, his mouth now open and panting. Mr. Liu took Ed's panting for pleasure. "Such a tight pussy. You gonna make daddy cum." Ed's arse felt numb by this point, and he was no longer aware of a cock entering him. Just the occasional knock of Mr. Lon's balls, his heavy panting on his back and their groin and arse slapping furiously against each other. Ed looked up a little further and noticed a mirror along the wall equal to the length of the bed. He saw himself, red faced staring back, his now long hair swishing back and forth across his face. The top's of his stockings visible under his tight dress that was now bunched up to his chest. The worst part of the vision was Mr. Lon. His open gaping mouth, his sweaty face, half leaning back and gasping for air. His hairy chest, and strong arMs. that gripped Ed's waist as he fucked. Mr. Lon's groin hidden by Ed's arse as they met.
Slightly panicked Ed dropped his gaze again, only to catch the sight of Mr. Lon's balls swinging against his own, that dangled between his legs. For some relief to Ed, his cock remained limp despite the quickening pace of Mr. Lon. At this point Mr. Lon was fucking Ed like a rabbit. His cock sliding in and out of Ed like a well oiled machine, as if both parts had become so accustomed to the motion that they were meant to be together. This was the bit in the movies Ed had watched time and time again, when the girl leant back and felt the cock entering her. The point when another man came in front and shoved his cock in her mouth. When she squealed with delight when his cum was splattered over her face. He imagined splattering his cum over Ms. Wu's face.
Mr. Lon gave Ed's arse another hard smack on the arse that brought his vision to an end. Unrepentantly Mr. Lon gripped Ed harder and suddenly slowed his fucking motion. For a second he stopped and groaned at the same time. "Oooh Niu..yeah." It was then that Ed knew that Mr. Lon was cumming. The pause lasted for a second, before he made another couple of quick thrusts and moaned once more as a second spurt entered Ed. "Niu.." He felt Mr. Lon's groin shake as if to make sure all his cum was where he wanted it, and then his cock pull free. For the first time in his life, he could feel his arse open and throbbing. Ed let out a sigh and watched Mr. Lon collapse on the bed beside him. Mr. Lon half laughed and half gave an exhausted sigh. "You like proper Chinese girl now!"
Ed just stood there, not daring to move, not wanting to let the realisation sink in that he'd been fucked and that in all probability he had another man's cum dripping from his arse. Panting himself from the longest fuck he'd ever been involved in, he leant down and pulled up his knickers. They tucked neatly against his arse, and when the lace brushed up his thigh, he could feel the material soak up something wet and drag the cold stickiness back up to his bum. Ed let out a sigh. "Oh my fucking.."
Mr. Lon had by this point lit a cigarette and was on his back smiling. "You were good for first time girl."
Ed couldn't manage anything polite to say so instead let his emotions speak. "Fuck you!"
"Now now Niu. Lets keep this nice." Mr. Lon offered Ed a cigarette as he spoke even though he was a little annoyed at the aggressive language. "You can leave now. I'm done!"
Ed stood and pulled his black dress down to cover his arse. His stockings had slipped a little and as Ed tugged them up, he noticed that he was inadvertently giving Mr. Lon a show. Mr. Lon didn't fail to notice. "Ooh you tease Niu." Mr. Lon watched the stockings slip up Ed's smooth thigh. The stocking top just showing below the hem of the dress as it was held up. Ed's leg bent slightly, with his shiny black heels resting on the bed. "Not again today Niu. Save it for next time." Mr. Lon then laughed before taking a second drag on his cigarette and fall into the duvet. Ed blushed realising that what he was doing and quickly stood, leaving his stockings purposefully askew as he tried not to care. He tried to assume an overtly manly posture.
The black high heels had shifted on Ed's feet under their combined weight and he slid his feet back into the shoes until they felt comfortable again. He then glanced at Mr. Lon, lying there, naked, and noticed his limp cock. He must have stared at it for a couple of minutes, thinking, realising that that cock was fucking him a moment ago. With that thought he quickly straightened his wig and stumbled out into the hall.
He passed a number of doors with the familiar sound of fucking and squealing. For a moment he realised that he was one of those girls. The one that was getting the fucking, the one that was causing a man to grunt and push their bodies hard against the wall. His feeling were a mix of hate, and lust. His mind was full of blurred thoughts and images of the one being fucked and the one doing the fucking. He walked faster, past the moaning and stepped into the lift. As he stopped he could feel all of a sudden the dampness grow against his arse. He reached behind his dress and slipped one finger next to his wet knickers and then gasped. "My fucking god. Cum!" His finger slipped easily into his arse, almost as if he couldn't feel the finger, and his heart panicked wondering if it would ever return to normal. He then slipped a second finger in and again didn't feel any resistance. "What have I become! Oh fuck!" On pulling out his fingers he saw that they were covered in what looked like cum. Ed tried hard not to crawl into the corner of the lift and sob, as he stood there with cum on the tip of his fingers and cum dribbling out of his puckered arse. He stood there balancing in heels, and the cum slowly soaking into his knickers. He swallowed and shook the cum off against the lift wall.
Ed stood outside room 421, fumbling at the lock. He stepped back inside just as he heard people entering the hall behind. From his rear he imagined they'd see a normal looking girl returning from a night out. An average looking girl with her hair in a dark bob. He didn't think that they would have been able to see another globule of cum dribbling from his knickers and land on his shoes.
As Ed entered the room he could see immediately that someone had been here. His suit was lain out on the bed which was far neater than the pile he had left it in. His wallet and phone lined up in a row, and on top of an envelope. Without evening looking at the letter he began to pull the clothes from his body. Eager for any sign that he was still a man. As he began to pull the dress over his head he glanced down and saw his long legs, a woman's long stocking covered legs and his cock throbbed to some half attention. He held his cock for a moment and thought about masturbating over his dress and piled up wig. He gave himself a couple of strokes ad shifted his legs from heel to heel, feeling the stockings pull and slide up his legs. Without any warning he shook the thought away and took a deep breath. "Get a grip Ed!" He then stepped out of the shoes, pulled the stockings and suspenders down in one go, along with the knickers and picked up the envelope.
The letter contained a note and some money. A handful of Chinese notes. From experience with work he guessed that they were about 100 pounds worth. The note read;
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Get yourself something pretty.
Ms. Wu
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