The Game Ch. 05

Petra had had her hair professionally cut and styled with subtle highlights since she left home. When she went out as David she pulled it back into a bun or a ponytail so that the tinting was not so obvious. Today her shoulder length hair was brushed and styled and her makeup, heavy around the eyes as usual, was perfect although she had forgone her usual bright red lipstick and settled for a subtler ruby-red. She was wearing one of her new outfits; a navy blue suit with a short skirt and kick pleat that showed a lot of leg. Because of this she had not worn her usual stockings but Pretty Polly fifteen denier, sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose. The gusset helped her keep her gaff in place too.

Firm b-cup-sized breasts in the form of expensive and realistic breastforms held in place by a white satin and lace bra swelled the bosom of her cream silk blouse; she wore matching panties.

She had no recollection of dressing this way or slipping into the black three-inch high heels before she left her hotel; she had always intended to go out dressed as David. But the more alcohol she imbibed, the less she cared that she might be losing control of her psyche.

When the other two gentlemen went to the men's room Billy scooted his chair closer to hers. She had taken off her jacket and hung it over the back of her chair and the more she drank the more dishevelled her appearance became, despite the fact that during her frequent trips to the ladies to urinate she had tried to repair her makeup and straighten her clothes.

Billy leaned in and whispered in her ear.

"I don't want to offend you in any way; you're a bonnie lass, very attractive and a lot of fun, but my friends and I were wondering if you might be a troon?"

"Well I might be if I knew what one was," Petra giggled drunkenly.

Billy put his huge hand on her knee and squeezed it reassuringly.

"Are you a transsexual? I don't mind by the way; it's none of my business really but I find you quite fascinating but every now and then certain mannerisms and things you say lead me to that suspicion," Billy softly stroked Petra's thigh.

Petra politely but firmly removed Billy's hand from her leg.

"So what if I am? Is it illegal in Scotland to be a troon or is it that you and your friends find me offensive?" Petra sobered a little.

She didn't like where this conversation was going.

"Like I said; I don't mind. In fact I'm very attracted to you if I may be so bold," Billy put his hand back on Petra's knee and squeezed a little firmer this time.

"Look Billy, I'm flattered but I'm not looking for that kind of company," Petra patted his hand but he refused to remove it.

"Me and the boys fancy you; you know what I said about mature ladies who come to this pub unaccompanied. You've made no effort to leave since yer chavie left and that was quite a while ago. We naturally assumed that you stayed on enjoying our company in hope that one of us might take you home," Billy stroked her thigh.

"Look I'm very flattered but I've no interest in that sort of dalliance. I came to Edinburgh on business and it didn't go the way I wanted it to and my friend left in a huff. I should have left too but drinking with you and your friends took my mind off my troubles," Petra was unable to remove Billy's hand from her thigh.

"Ok dear, no offence given and none taken," Billy lifted his hand from her thigh and put it back onto the table.

He scooted his chair away from Petra as his friends fought their way through the crowd and back to table. One was tall and skinny and the other short and fat; they were both jovial but Petra saw them in a different light now that she knew that they were only talking to her in hopes of a shag. She wished she hadn't drunk so much.

Petra got unsteadily to her feet and tried to fumble her way into her jacket; Billy stood and held it open for her and then helped her straighten it.

"These Sassenachs cant hold their liquor Billy; especially the lassies," short and fat remarked and tall and thin laughed along with him.

"Look thanks for the drinks gentlemen but it's time for me to go," Petra was anxious to leave.

"Bollocks to that! Let us at least walk you home, the streets of Edinburgh can be dangerous this time of night, especially around here," tall and thin remarked.

"Never mind that; let me call you a taxi," Billy pulled out his phone.

"You won't need a taxi, we'll walk you," tall and thin said a little more forcibly.

Petra had no interest in getting involved in a squabble with these lads. Her hotel was only three streets away and she held her purse close to her body and fought her way through the crowd to the door of the pub suffering the indignity of a few pats on the rump and a stray hand slipping under her skirt.

Once out in the cold fresh night air she started to feel a little better; she leaned against the wall and took a few deep breaths. There was no sign of the Mondeo but the pub was so crowded that quite a few drinkers were huddled on the footpath and some of them were looking her way.

She put her head down and walked determinedly away from the pub towards her hotel. Once away from the hustle and bustle of the high street bars and restaurants the streets became almost deserted, dark and quiet. She had only gotten halfway to her hotel when tall and thin sprang out of an ally in front of her.

"Well if it isn't the Sassenach troon who thinks she's too good for us Scottish barbarians?" he grinned at her evilly.

Petra tuned abruptly only to find short and fat behind her; he must have followed her while tall and thin took a shortcut to the alley.

"Please gentlemen; I'd be pleased if you let me pass, I'm not feeling well, it's nothing personal," Petra begged.

"We'll see how personal it is when I stick my cock up yer tranny arse!" tall and thin grabbed Petra by the shoulders and dragged her backwards into the alley.

Short and fat followed, stopping to pick up one of Petra's high heels, which had came off during the scuffle.

"Maybe a mouthful of dick will make you feel better," short and fat paw started to paw at Petra while tall and thin tried to hold her still, which was difficult because he had to keep one hand over her mouth to stop her screaming.

Petra wriggled and flailed out at the two men. Tall and thin managed to push her against the wall with short and fat's assistance. Short and fat tried to pull down her skirt but Petra resisted.

"What the fuck is going on here then boyos?" a deep voice growled from the dark.

"You've come for a piece of the troon as well then Billy?" tall and thin laughed viciously.

"You two are not behaving like gentlemen at all; you're giving my home town a bad name. Now I'm giving you the opportunity to fuck off right now or I'm going to take your blocks off!" Billy barked at the two assailants.

They looked at each other briefly but even at the odds of two to one they knew they were no match for Billy Wallace. They let go of Petra and ran away down the alley as fast as they could.

Petra fell against the wall, hanging onto it, sobbing with despair.

Billy picked up her discarded high heel and held it out to her.

"There, there, missy; they won't be back and I'll be seeing them later if you know what I mean," Billy said consolingly.

"I've just been so stupid!" Petra cried.

"I accused a man who used to my best friend of something he couldn't have possibly done, I got drunk in the roughest pub in Edinburgh, I was rude to you and I stupidly tried to walk home," Petra sniffled.

"Here. Take your shoe. And I'll have you know the King's Head is far from the roughest pub in Edinburgh and you weren't rude; you were just abrupt. You were stupid trying to walk home though," Billy smiled.

Petra took her shoe and smiled back.

She put her hand on Billy's shoulder to support herself while she slipped on her high heel.

To Billy's surprise Petra then pressed herself against him and kissed him.

"Thank you so much Billy," she sighed.

"You're welcome lassie; now let me walk you home please," Billy still held her steady.

Petra looked up into his pale blue eyes almost lost in the shadows of his bushy brows.

"I can't invite you up to my room Billy; it's not that kind of hotel," she whispered.

"I wasn't even thinking of such a thing," he tenderly brushed a stray bang out of her eyes.

"But I should reward you for saving me," Petra moulded her body to Billy's.

She kissed him and her hand found him hard and needy inside his baggy pants. Billy gasped into her mouth when she squeezed him.

"Let me take you to my place," Billy murmured.

He had Petra pressed against the wall, kissing her, his hand searching for the hem of her skirt. Petra rubbed against him inviting his advances.

"No time for that and I don't want the humiliation of leaving your place later tonight or tomorrow morning feeling any form of regret," Petra guided his hand to her thighs.

"Do me here while I feel like I do now. Do me up against the wall; I want it quick, I want it dirty and I want it rough," she begged him.

Petra struggled to break free of Billy's grasp but when he let her go she turned and faced the wall. She hiked up her skirt, opened her legs slightly and pushed out her bottom invitingly.

"Come of Billy; fuck me!" she wriggled her bottom.

The sight of those long legs encased in gossamer hose, that firm derriere clad in white satin panties that seemed to shimmer in the gloom, her pretty face pouting at him over her shoulder begging him to fuck her stirred his loins.

Billy unzipped his fly and released the biggest cock that Petra had ever seen. The girth of it! The magnificent bulbous head glistening with precum!

"Put it in me Billy," she bent her knees slightly offering her behind to him.

Billy closed in behind her, pulled her panties aside and stabbed at her buttocks with his rock hard cock; Petra sensed his frustration at not being able to penetrate the gusset of her pantyhose.

"Here, let me," Petra whispered.

She reached behind herself and took Billy's shaft in her hand and guided it to her sphincter. She snagged the sheer gusset of her pantyhose with her fingernail and steered the glans to her puckered bud.

"Billy just be careful now; I'm not lubricated," she said just as Billy thrust forward.

Billy's cock ripped into Petra, sliding past her sphincter and filling her anus.

Petra screamed into her arm to muffle her cries; it felt like a giant red-hot poker had invaded her anus.

"I'm sorry gilly; I haven't done this before," Billy sighed into her ear.

"Hold me tight and let me do it," Petra said through clenched teeth.

Billy held Petra against him and nuzzled her neck, whispering endearments in her ear. Petra was not prepared for sex today and the only lubrication was provided by Billy's pre-ejaculate. But she wanted it raw; she wanted to feel some pain as well as pleasure. She slowly gyrated her buttocks coaxing more precum from Billy's throbbing cock.

"You keep doing that and I'm going to come," Billy sniggered.

"Well then why don't you fuck me?" Petra broke loose of his grasp and placed her palms against the wall.

She bent over; presenting herself to huge Scotsman.

Billy gripped her hips and began to fuck her.

"Come on baby fuck me hard! Use me! Fuck me like a whore! Give me your cock!" Petra didn't know where this blasphemy had come from but she didn't care.

Her anus was on fire; the pain from Billy's huge cock pounding her tight passage was almost unbearable but beneath the pain she felt a delectable tingling. A scintilla of pleasure began to build and then quickly overcame the pain. The pain did not recede; it combined with the passion and pleasure.

As Billy fucked her harder and faster Petra pushed back against him to encourage him. She could feel his cock buried into her up to the hilt; his pelvis pressed on her buttocks.

"Come on you big Scot's bastard fill me with yer spunk!" Petra ground her soft white buttocks against him.

Billy held her hips so tight that Petra thought he would break her pelvic bone; she would find massive bruises on her hips the next day.

He drove himself inside her anus as deep as he could and Petra screamed with the pain and pleasure; the wonderful pleasure.

She ejaculated into her panties.

Billy spent himself inside her and as he started to ejaculate he fucked her again; hard and fast, the semen lubricating his passage. Petra writhed in his grasp, pushing back and squirming her buttocks to milk him of the remainder of his issue.

Billy held onto Petra, gasping as his orgasm began to subside; he sensed that if he let her go she would collapse. Petra was panting, her knees shaking, her heels sliding on the cobbled ground as she tried to stay on her feet.

Billy pulled her upright and his penis slid out of her; Petra felt his spend seeping from her, running down her legs.

He spun her around and kissed her; holding her tightly against him.

"Hold me up Billy or I'll fall down," Petra sighed.

"I don't think it's the drink; I think it's you that has caused my legs to suddenly turn to jelly," she giggled.

"I'd like to think it was me," Billy grinned down at her and kissed her cheek.

"And I'd like to take you home and study your legs a little more in the comfort of my bedroom. I'd like to study a lot of your appendages in my bedroom," Billy grinned.

"Fuck it! Take me home! I'm too shagged and too pissed to argue with you, just promise me you won't wake me before ten o'clock and if you get post coital regret because you shagged a tranny in your bed you won't blame me," Petra chuckled.

"You say the sweetest things you Sassenach troon," Billy laughed along with her.

They rearranged their clothing and Petra leaned on Billy when he put his hand around her waist and steadied her while he walked her out of the alley to his car.

"Your come is running out of me and soaking into my knickers and sheers," Petra sniggered drunkenly.

"You say the most romantic things," Billy laughed and helped her into the passenger seat.

Across the road the man in black Mondeo put away his camera and lit a cigarette.

To be continued