The Awakening Ch. 03

He's taking me in, taking his time to look me up and down. He breaks into a smile.

"Mag fucking nificent!" he grins stupidly.

I'm very much aware that we are being filmed and that I need to trap him as soon as possible so that we can end this charade and I can get my life back on track.

"What does that mean?" I ask.

"You Michele. You look magnificent. Even more sexier and beautiful that look in your pictures," he replies.

Haha! He is falling into my trap.

"What pictures?" I ask.

"What the fuck is this? Twenty questions? Jeopardy? You know what fucking pictures!" he's getting a little angry.

I take a sip of wine trying to look composed.

"Look; you know why we're here so stop being so bloody coy!" he growls.

He's looking at me very intensely now and alarmingly I notice he has a full-blown erection bulging the front of his pants. It's time to turn this conversation around and get this guy admitting to blackmail so I can bring this farce to a close.

"We're here because you blackmailed me into being here aren't we?" I smile sarcastically at him.

I am totally unprepared for what happens next. For a soft looking forty-four year-old John is extremely agile. Before I even realise what is happening he leaps across the room and pounces on me. I'm caught totally unaware as he tackles me and throws me down on the bed. My wineglass goes flying but that is the least of my worries. John is astride me and I am lying prone on the bed with my skirt riding up high on my thighs.

"We're here because of the pictures I saw of you on your computer and on your webpage. I know you're active in the tranny scene; you've been meeting with Vanessa but you didn't want to meet with me. Well now we are meeting!" he snarls.

Then he lowers his face to mine and tries to kiss me. I'm struggling and wriggling on the bed but he's astride me and I have to admit he is stronger than I am. I realise I won't be able to stop him kissing me without suffering some sort of physical discomfort but I also realise that my camera is filming us and this will support my allegations that he is blackmailing me. It will prove to whomever I need to that this man is a transvestite admirer and a blackmailer.

I stop struggling and let him kiss me. He slides his tongue into my mouth and kisses me passionately. I am forced to admit that it is quite exciting to know that I can get a man worked up like this. As I am no longer struggling he stops holding me down. He slides his legs along the bed so he is lying on top of me; he's still kissing me while he does this and I have to admit it feels pretty good.

Instinctively I respond; I kiss him back and put my arms around him, pulling him to me. As well as feeling pretty good this will look good on video.

"MMMMmmmm, Michele you feel and smell so wonderful; I've wanted to do this for so long honey," he sighs and kisses me again.

He strokes my face as we continue to kiss and cuddle. I figure I'll let him make out with me for a while and then drop the bomb and tell him I've got it all on video. I can feel his hard cock through his pants and the material of my skirt. It's like an iron bar and he's pushing it against my body as we kiss. Again I am impressed that I can so affect a man.

John slides a hand down my body and begins to stroke my legs; his ministrations are quiet sensual and over the panting and groaning and I can hear the rasp of his fingertips on my pantyhose. He strokes my thighs and little sparks of delight run up my legs to my groin; I'm becoming tumescent.

"MMMMmmmm, nice," I whimper.

I'll coax him on a little more; it will give me more evidence to blackmail him.

He's thrusting his body against me harder now and his kisses are becoming more passionate, his fingers are raking my thighs and I can tell he is extremely excited.

He lifts himself off me briefly and I'm a little disappointed that he has stopped kissing me but then I hear the unmistakeable sound of a fly being unzipped and a belt buckle being loosened. I am about to object when John lowers his face back to mine and starts kissing me again; I can feel his cock through my skirt as he humps me. As long he is just dry humping me I'll let him carry on what he's doing.

It does feel nice and I feel quite feminine lying under a man who is taking great pleasure from kissing and fondling me. My thighs are tingling from his continued caresses and my own cock is hard inside my pantyhose gusset. As John dry humps me he is unknowingly rubbing my satin panties against the nylon gusset of my pantyhose and the sensations on my prick are unbelievably arousing.

I'm kissing him quiet arduously now; my own tongue sliding around his mouth, my arms locked around him pulling him to me as I lift my body to meet his thrusts. I suppose that he is leaving silvery trails of pre-cum on my skirt and the thought adds to my excitement. I decide I will let him come on me and I can come in my panties without him knowing. Then; after he has finished ravishing me, I can counter-blackmail him.

Suddenly his hands stop raking my thighs and I feel them at my skirt. He's trying to hike it up further and I try to stop him. We struggle against each other, he trying to ruck up my skirt up my waist and me trying to push it down. What's bizarre is that we keep kissing and humping. The room is filled with our moans and sighs.

Eventually he wins out and he succeeds in hiking my skirt up and he immediately pushes his groin against mine so that his hard throbbing penis is rubbing against the front of my panties. It feels so hard and warm against me. Then his erect phallus finds mine and he pushes his naked cock against my panty-clad member and starts to slowly massage our appendages together.

"Now that's what I'm talking about," he groans and lowers his face to mine.

It feels so good that I lift my legs up and wrap them around him to pull him closer. The feel of his steel-hard cock rubbing against mine through the layers of panty and nylon is exquisite! I'm close to coming and we are both rutting at each other with vehemence.

"Oh Michele you are so beautiful and this feels so magnificent honey. I knew I would get you to like me if you gave me a chance," he looks deeply into my eyes as he humps away at me.

I'm both flattered and enraged. I'm flattered that he finds me so sexy and beautiful; and lying here underneath him dressed in lingerie, skirt, blouse, heels and makeup I must admit it feels very feminine and sexy. But I'm enraged that he thinks that a little kissing and cuddling has made me change my mind about him and his coercive ways.

"Well this does feel good honey but it's a shame you had to blackmail me into me letting you dry-hump me," I smile up at him and then pull his lips to mine.

His shirt has come loose and free of his pants and I rub my nyloned legs on his flanks, knowing that he will love it as I love it when Nadine and Vanessa do it to me.

Suddenly John breaks the kiss and stops humping me.

"Blackmail you into letting me dry hump you Michele?" he says.

"Nah. I'm not blackmailing you into dry humping me. I'm blackmailing you into letting me fuck you!" he hisses.

John moves quickly again and before I can stop him he slides his cock under the leg opening of my panties and his cock comes into contact with my pantyhose-sheathed appendage. I struggle and try to push him off me but John hangs on and probes at my groin with his hard phallus. I drum my heels on his back and push at his shoulders to try to dismount him.

"Get off me you fuck!" I shriek.

"Bullshit! You like it," he whispers in my ear as his cock slides sensuously against mine.

"Ok; but you are not going to fuck me buster," I smile up at him, enjoying the sensations and thinking the threat of being penetrated has passed.

We continue to kiss and fondle each other, John's hands stroke my pantyhosed legs rubbing them from knee to gusset and back again.

"MMMMmmm, that's nice," I moan.

I become worried again when John takes my hand and leads it between our bodies and pushes it inside my panties. It's obvious what he wants I reluctantly take his hard cock in my hand. It actually feels quite erotic; the velvety flesh of his glans contrasts with the sleek, veiny hardness of his shaft. I rub my thumb over the eye and feel a bead of pre-seminal fluid seep from it. John groans and I slowly squeeze his manhood and begin to stroke it.

It's not only pleasurable; it's also empowering, having this man virtually eating from my hand simply by wanking his crank and rubbing my nylon-shrouded legs on his body. Of course the irony is that I respond the same when my wife does the same to me. But feeling it from the feminine perspective is for more intense; it's even more intense than the transbian sex I've been having with Vanessa.

John is no longer stimulating my penis, which is better for me in a way.

I can concentrate on pleasuring him and bringing the evening to an end. I'm kissing him arduously, working my legs and body against his now shirt-less torso and slowly masturbating him to climax. I must be doing a good job because he is grunting and writhing on top of me whist fucking my hand and kissing me so hard that our teeth occasionally crack together.

John pushes my hand away from his penis and lowers his groin to mine again; rubbing his hard cock on my semi-erect member. My cock hardens quickly as his erection rubs against my pantyhose-sheathed penis. He seems to be close to climax, he's panting into my mouth and he impatiently pulls at my panties so they don't interfere with our cock-on-cock humping.

I lower my legs from his body so he can pull my panties down; which he does quite violently, leaving them dangling from my left ankle as he slides his arms under my knees and lifts my legs up high. He lowers his cock back onto mine and I lock my ankles behind his back as he frantically humps me, frotting away with vigour.

The gusset of my pantyhose is soaked with our pre-seminal fluid and I'm sure it is about to become saturated with our scalding hot semen. I'm close to coming and I'm pretty certain he is too. I squeeze my legs tight and wrap my arms around him in a lover's embrace in expectation of a mutual orgasm as we fanatically kiss.

Suddenly John adjusts his position slightly and pushes his cock into the crevice of my pantyhose-clad buttocks and begins to push. I know immediately what he is trying to do.

"No!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I scream.

John holds me down with his bodyweight as his hand quickly reaches down and tears a hole in the gusset of my pantyhose and his hard cock quickly snakes inside my pantyhose and pushes against my puckered anal bud. Despite my desperate struggles he manages to spit into his hand and lubricate his shaft, he spits again and rubs his saliva on my virgin sphincter.

"Please don't!" I sob, but I am defeated.

The head of John's penis pushes my sphincter open and he enters me. I'm surprised that there is no real pain; his saliva has obviously provided lubrication and allowed for an easy insertion. I feel full; but there is not the sharp pain I was expecting. This goes to the truth that Vanessa told me that before the coma I was quite partial to being fucked, sometimes three of four times a night apparently. I suppose all that cock up your ass over a period time must loosen up the anus!

John continues his assault until his cock is buried deep inside me. He lies still for a while, while I get used to his girth. I begin to realise that if I concentrate I can relax my anal muscles. Then the feeling of fullness begins to slowly turn to pleasure. The nerves of my sphincter radiate little sparks of delight but the most intense sensations emanate from my prostate gland.

I stop struggling as little waves of gratification radiate from my anus;

John feels me cease fighting him and slowly he begins to fuck me. I lift my face to his and kiss him. He releases my legs so I can reposition them around his torso in the missionary position. I know he wants me to rub my nylons on his body and I oblige; I rake his back with my fingernails and spur him on with my high-heels.

"Go ahead John fuck me! Fuck me!" I cry and lift my buttocks to meet his thrusts.

"MMMMmmmm! You sexy whore!" he hisses and then we kiss again, our tongues exploring each other's mouths.

I can feel John's glans rub against my prostate and rings of pleasure run up and down my anus; my sphincter responds as his shaft slides in and out emitting its own tingling ripples of pleasure. I am amazed at how erotic and sexually stimulating being fucked like this really is. Despite being forced to participate, I am glad now that I have overcome my trepidation about being fucked. Image how good it's going to feel when I'm a willing participant?

I feel totally feminine lying underneath John; wantonly giving myself to him; the feel of hose, heels, and skirt, the taste and smell of makeup and perfume, its what I imagine it must be like for Nadine when I am fucking her.

John eases his penis in and out my anus with long slow thrusts as I raise myself up to meet him. Then he begins to quicken the pace, fucking me faster, his groin thwacking against my soft buttocks. I grip him tighter with my arms and legs and push up hard against him to coax all of his length inside me as he fucks me.

"Oh fuck me honey!" I moan and began to push back against him as he slides in and out of my tight passage.

My cock is fully erect in my pantyhose and it is rubbing against John's belly as he fucks me. The incredible sensations coming from my anus combines with the electrifying pleasure from my nylon-sheathed cock is bringing me close to orgasm.

"Oh Michele I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm going to come in you, you slut!" John screams and jackhammers in and out of my bruised anus.

I rake his body with my nails and heels and slide my pantyhosed legs along his flanks encouraging him to unload his seed. I raise my ass up off the bed and grind against him.

John unloads his semen inside my back passage; his cock pulses and quivers ejecting steams of hot semen. I feel my anus fill with John's scalding load, triggering my own orgasm.

His cock is fully embedded in my ass, his scrotum tickling my pantyhose-clad buttocks his whole body is quivering. We kiss passionately, our tongues entwine, lips mash, as we slather and paw at each other.

My orgasm wracks me and my penis throbs and expels my issue into my pantyhose. John pushes his belly against mine; he must be feeling my hot load soak through my hose and scalding his belly. He slides a hand between us and milks the last of my seed from my pulsing member.

I slide my nylon-sheathed legs up and down John's torso and pull him harder against my body; my fingernails rake his back and our lips crush together; our tongues intertwine. I drum my heels against John's hard buttocks as the final throes of desire wrack our pleasure-fused bodies.

We kiss and cuddle as John's penis slowly deflates inside me. He hunches up a little and his cock slides out of my anus and a dribble of semen runs from my sphincter and soaks into my hose. John places his soft cock on mine and rubs it a little.

"MMMMmmm," he moans.

He lifts his face from mine and looks at me seriously; he tenderly strokes my fringe away from my eyes.

"I'm sorry I forced you," he says.

"You're an asshole!" I reply just as seriously.

I see the hurt look on his face.

I can't help but break into grin.

"But you're an asshole who knows how to fuck and make a girl feel feminine and sexy," I smile and kiss him quickly.

"I have to go," he says apologetically.

"So you're the kind of guy who fucks a girl and runs?" I giggle.

"There are plenty of other times to come," he smiles back.

"You wish!" I say sarcastically.

"I still have all that stuff I emailled to you" he smiles back.

"You mean the stuff you blackmailed me with?" I say, setting the trap.

"Yes, the stuff I blackmailed you with," he smiles.

I've got him now. But the whole context has changed. I need to think things through.

John climbs off me and quickly gets dressed. I just lie there watching him, a little amused.

He bends down and kisses me.

"Til next time," he smiles.

"Yeah. Maybe," I smile whimsically back up at him.

"No. Til next time!" he says seriously, but then he winks at me and his face breaks into a grin.

I lie on the bed, my skirt still rucked up, my panties around my ankles, my anus dribbling semen from my ripped pantyhose, and my makeup smeared and running as I contemplate what to do next. I also conjure up memories of the past hour or so, my anus throbbing with a strangely satisfying bruised feeling. My cock begins to harden again.

"What the fuck; I've paid for the room! I might as well use it!" I say to the empty hotel suite.

I reach under the bed and pull out the Sony notepad. I cue the video to where John has just entered me and press play. I masturbate myself to orgasm as I watch John fuck me on the small screen.

To Be Continued...