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8:45 Three-in-a-bed!!!

Hi again!

My life is certainly looking up as I had a great time this evening! We went clubbing – as usual – and ended up in the hottest tranny venue in town. It’s packed full of gay guys and a whole load of straight guys wanting to sample the tranny experience. I was leopard girl - with matching bra and panties under a skimpy top and a mini skirt that was just way too short. I wore the leopard print platforms I bought the other week and had even painted my toenails light brown with little black dots! In fact, I guess I looked like a character from an X-rated version of The Flintstones!!!

One of the problems with a quartet is it can be a little intimidating, so we split into pairs. Zahra and I sit at a little table like two funnel-web spiders waiting for our prey to come along. Sure enough, we were only on the second drink when this guy comes and asks if he can join us. I joke that the entry fee for our exclusive party is two drinks and he saunters off and comes back with a bottle of champagne! He must be loaded if he can afford a magnum of Moët at club mark-up! He sits between us and I study him as he chats to Zahra. Late-thirties, chinos with a Gucci belt and matching loafers, Lacoste polo shirt with Oakley sunglasses hooked over the neck. Nice stuff but hardly cruising clothes – more like night-out-with-the-lads clothes. I lean across to pick up my glass and, sure enough, there’s a little white line where he’s removed his wedding ring. Now I don’t have a problem with married guys and I certainly never ask: “Can you confirm that you do in fact realise that we are not actually people of the female persuasion?” No guy walks into a tranny club and doesn’t realise where he is after a few seconds – unless he’s really drunk – and that’s happened to me a few times – but I digress! So I don’t moralise - if he wants to cheat on his missus with a tranny that’s OK with me. Often it’s just the thrill of sampling the forbidden fruit - or sometimes it’s cos of the clothes we wear – or both.

Steve – (the characters in this motion picture are entirely fictional and bear no relation to any person, living or otherwise etc etc etc) turned out to be a ‘both’. I knew it was at least one of the two when I cross my legs and one platform shoe filled his peripheral vision. He loses interest in Zahra and gains interest in my shoe and pretty soon my foot is propped on the table while he kisses my toes and nibbles at my gold toe rings. He leans across and whispers: “You look very classy!” I almost laugh out loud – ‘slutty’ maybe but certainly not ‘classy’! Zahra puts one red patent stiletto on the other side of his head as if to say “Hey look – I got sexy heels too!” We both swing our legs across his lap to give him a choice of four shoes and he alternates between gently rubbing my insteps and caressing Zahra’s bare heels. He tells us he has a good sex-life with his wife but she has a thing about her feet and hates him touching them. Now I should really have said: “You should be more understanding of her phobias - and shagging two trannies won’t ease your pain!” – but I’d seen the size of the cock that was bursting to escape from his trousers – so much so that his precum had leaked through the chinos leaving a small dark, sticky patch!

I very, very, very rarely take people back to my place - but I know somewhere marginally more respectable than a park bench - so we whisper in his ear and he blushes and reluctantly releases our legs. The hotel is not exactly five-star - in fact it’s only just one up from pay-by-the-hour - but it is discreet and safe. The receptionist knows us and if he disapproves, he’s too professional to show. We pay and head up to the third floor. The bed has been made but the sheets are not clean and I make a show of fluffing up the pillow to make it more homely - while replacing it upside down and hiding the semen stain. I don’t think there can be an Iranian word for ‘foreplay’ because Zahra just slips out of her dress - her white bra and panties dazzling against her mocca skin – and unzips his trousers. I take off my skirt and top and I can see he’s intrigued as to where we put our cocks – so I take Steve’s hand and let him feel – as much to assure him he hasn’t picked up two gay girls as to arouse him! We lie on the bed and I’m glad he’s on his back – ‘cos there is a spunk stain that looks like a map of Australia on the sheet. Zahra and I remove his clothes and kiss him, me starting at his feet and her at his head, working our way towards the middle until he has two mouths vying for his cock.

I get there first - and I can honestly say it is a prime specimen of manhood – I’ll leave you to judge whether I have much experience of cocks to base my opinion on! I kneel between his legs and lick the shiny precum from his silky tip as he swells and the veins bulge. Zahra is behind me, licking my ass with her pointed pink tongue and stroking both my cock and her own. Then, I sit astride him and swiftly lower my well-lubricated ass straight onto his shaft. Steve’s eyes widen as he probably expected a blow job would be the limit of his infidelity. I guess he hadn’t bargained for this! He tries to pull away but I’ve already got his glans inside me and I grip him, refusing to release my catch! He gasps as I tighten my hold – Lou once said I could probably crack walnuts with my ass muscles! – then realises the futility of competing with the Hulk Hogan of the sphincter world – and relaxes as I take the rest of him into me. Then, I grip him again as an extra anchor as I swivel my legs and place one foot each side of his head and start to ride him. His tongue flicks over the soft flesh at the side of my feet - and he inhales my musky foot perfume - and thrusts up from the bed into me in response.

Zahra gets into the action by squatting astride his chest with her cock over his mouth. He hesitates then makes up his mind to go all the way and takes it between his lips. Zahra closes her cute lips over my cock - and we go at it like participants at a Bacchanalian orgy until I felt him swell inside me. At the last possible moment, I release him and slide away as Zahra slips the other side and takes her red stilettos off, placing one over his cock and the other over his face. He gasps and needs no prompting as he grips the shoe over his nose and mouth and inhales deeply. Zahra and I stroked his well-oiled cock as we push it into her shoe - right into the pointed toe. Once, twice – then he shoots his load explosively into Zahra’s shoe. His body bucks and writhes but he never releases his hold on her other shoe. Zahra anchors the heel of her cum-filled shoe next to his sac and we stroke each other’s cocks and finger each other’s asses until we both climax, me first, then her, into the shoe, filling the toe completely with gooey cum. All the while, his eyes never leave us and he never stops inhaling Zahra’s perfume.

If he thought that was the end he’s mistaken and I lie next to him and show him my party piece. Grasping my ankle I draw my right leg up until it’s above my head and I can suck on my own heel. He gasps and drops Zahra’s shoe and kneels for a better look. I flex my leg a little more - and position my shoe vertically above my mouth - and he looks on in wonder at this feat of bedroom gymnastics - his cock already stiffening again. Then Zahra places her jizz-filled shoe over the front of my platform and - with infinite care - like she’s decanting vintage claret - starts to pour the cum into the gap between my toes and the inner sole. I wiggle my toes to help the sticky flow on its way and shiver with pleasure as it slides under my instep towards my heel. Finally, I arche my foot - raising my heel a fraction - and the cum starts to dribble into my waiting mouth. Steve pulls and tugs on his cock as the fluid completes its convoluted journey from my toes to between my cerise pink lips where I store it for its next adventure!

I release my ankle and Zahra and I kneel in front of each other and kiss passionately, mingling the combined cum of three lovers as our tongues entwine like mating cobras. Each time a little of the exotic mixture escapes our lips, a tongue detaches itself from the serpentine courtship and retrieves the errant droplets back into the whirlpool. Steve could not get enough and stands over us to get the best view of our frenetic snogging. We have mixed our cum into an inextricable meld of DNA when he climaxes again and shoots a fresh load of hot cum over our faces. We are startled by the unexpected shower and swallow instinctively - and the precious concoction disappears down our throats.

We dress and catch the lift to the lobby. Zahra and I squelch in turn in our cum-soaked shoes – her left and my right! If Steve has his wedding ring with him he doesn’t replace it and I respect him for that. I drop the keys on the desk and suggest that they really oughtta get those sheets changed!!!




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