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14:59 Melanie Felony!

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Lou has a new money-making scam. Not content with her drag act and ‘escort’ agency she’s branched into ‘tranny dinner parties’. The premise is that she cons a hotel into providing a function room and catering and invites a number of the guys on her books together with a similar number of T girls. She charges the guys an exorbitant fee for what is, nevertheless, a pretty good meal. Furthermore, the champagne is way over-priced and she gets a cut for every room in the hotel that’s rented for the night. It all sounds pretty sordid and I don’t know why I agree to take part but, as usual, her enthusiasm sweeps me along. That is why I’m standing in the foyer wearing my Anna Sui black cocktail dress, black fully-fashioned stockings and black patent platform sandals with a 7 ½ inch stiletto heel and double ankle straps. My gold Albert necklace is nestling in my cleavage and the matching bracelet is over my long black evening gloves. Because I’m Melanie and nobody expects complete decorum, I’m wearing a matching ankle chain and my toenails are painted a lovely brilliant shade of white! I’m standing with Zahra who looks stunning. We shopped for a new outfit for her this afternoon and she’s got a simple white shift dress with white high heeled court shoes and long white gloves. The contrast between her black bobbed hair, flawless amber skin and the dress is striking. I’ve lent her some of my gold jewellery and she looks a million dollars. Lou is there together with Stas as well as Mandy, Sharleen, Gina, Tania, Tara and Lorraine. Ten hot trannies waiting for ten guys with Lou already spending the profit in her avaricious little mind!

The guys arrive en mass, they’ve obviously been in a local pub. All in tuxedos and looking rich (as well they might given Lou’s prices!). The girls dutifully circulate – all secretly eying who we want to end up with. However, Lou is no fool and some of the guys already have their ‘regulars’ so she has prepared for this. Dinner is announced and the guys cluster around the seating plan before seeking out their partners for the dinner. One guy comes over, he’s about the same age as me and asks: “Are you Melanie?” I nod and he kisses one gloved hand, introduces himself as Jim and takes my arm and leads me through to the dining room. I’m please that Zahra is also with us, together with her guy, Karl, who obviously knows my partner. The food is good and the company sparkling. They are both ‘something in oil’ and even laugh when I say – ‘what like sardines?’ The waitress who’s looking after us is a blonde babe and keeps eyeing me up, so I know that if I don’t score with Jim I’m probably not sleeping alone tonight! The evening winds down and two couples have already disappeared up to rooms – much to Lou’s delight. She looks expectantly at us but I aint gonna play her game. The guys are not stupid either and whisper to us. Zahra looks nonplussed and turns to me. She uses her Arabic pet name for me:
“Arnab – what is dogging?”

I whisper to her in Arabic and she grins then giggles. I place one gloved hand on Jim’s thigh and say: “Get your coat big boy you’ve pulled!” Lou casts daggers at us as we leave the hotel and walk arm-in-arm to a car park where a brand new BMW is parked. Jim climbs behind the wheel and we sweep out of town for a few miles until we get to a rural beauty spot I recognise. There is a car park and we cruise past a couple of vehicles with steamed-up windows until we find a secluded spot. We are all well up for a bit of in-car entertainment as an aperitif before we head to one of their places for the main course! Way better than an overpriced hotel room! So Zahra and me lie back on the plush leather upholstery and place our feet on the front seats either side of the headrests. Both guys don’t need asking twice and they swivel in their seats, kneel and start to pay our shoes and feet some serious attention. Jim’s tongue is examining my sandals, probing the tight slit between the sole of my foot and the inner sole of my shoe. He is all over my toes, pushing his tongue between them, his teeth teasing my gold toe rings through the silky embrace of my stockings. Karl leans across and takes my ankle and crosses it over Zahra’s and now we both have a different guy playing with one foot. Suddenly, a face appears at the window, followed by another on the opposite side. Zahra and I are snogging, while our feet receive the most exquisite attention, as the two guys standing outside take out their cocks and watch us through the windows as they toss themselves off. I abandon Zahra for a moment and press the window button and the glass slides down to reveal a guy in his fifties standing by the car, both hands on his erect cock. I beckon him and he stands closer and I take his cock in my mouth. Zahra catches on fast and soon her window is open and the other guy is between her luscious lips. Jim and Karl are well up for this and continue to lick and suck on our toes as we bring two complete strangers to their orgasm inside our mouths.

Both guys cum within moments of each other and Zahra and I dismissively flick the window buttons, shutting them out of our lives as we snog again, mixing the cum, our tongues like mating snakes, until we have swallowed all their jizz. Our guys are now red hot for us so we change position and kneel on the seat with our heads on the parcel shelf. The boys shift the front seats fully forward, then join us in the back. My ass receives a momentary, cursory, lubrication from Jim’s tongue before he enters me and Zahra’s muffled cry tells me that Karl is taking his pleasure too. I twist my head towards hers and we kiss passionately as our guys hump us like rutting stags. There is another knock on the window and I grope for the button again. The window descends, filling the car with cold air and I shimmy around and manage to stick a leg out into the night air wiggling my ankle and toes suggestively. I am expecting another tongue, or even a cock inside my sandal but instead a woman’s voice says:
“I am arresting you for lewd behaviour in a public place. Step out of the car now!”

A torch shines into the car and Jim deflates and slips out of me, as I try to pull my dress back over my butt. Outside the car is a ring of cops and we have been well and truly nicked! How we didn’t notice two great big frickin’ white vans arrive I’ll never know, but the cops separate us and march Zahra and me to one and the boys to another. The back door opens and the female cop tells us to get into the van. The door slams and we are left sitting in a frickin’ cage that smells of piss and vomit. The woman is obviously the leader cos they call her ‘Sarge’. She tells one cop to stay with us and another with the boys while the rest go off in search of other ‘perverts’! Zahra and I sit in the stinking van and she begins to cry. I try to comfort her, telling her I will get us out of this as the front door opens and a cop clambers in. Jeez! He cannot be more than nineteen, pimple-faced and sweating under his stab-vest. He looks at us through the mesh screen separating us and tries to look tough. I continue comforting Zahra, switching to Arabic to re-assure her. The cop tries to throw his weight around: “Hey what are you saying? What language is that?” I ignore him and he shouts: “Stop talking – you are not allowed to talk!” I shoot him a withering look: “Since when has talking been a criminal offence?” He splutters a bit and blushes. “OK – sorry – I’m just out or training and I’m new to this”.

I whisper some more to Zahra and she dries her eyes and nods. Then I slide up the bench to the front of the van and start to chat him up. He cannot make up his mind whether to look down my dress - or up it - and I make sure that I am showing him the maximum amount of thigh as possible – without, of course, breaching any more obscenity laws! The mesh grill is battered but firmly secured and covers the whole width of the van with a gap of about six inches at the top and bottom. There a hole slightly bigger than the rest of the mesh, about mid way-up. I stretch my legs and plonk my plats on the opposite bench and flex my toes, separating each one then wagging my big toes at him as if to say ‘come and get it!’ My head is at his groin level and I can’t fail to notice the bulge that is appearing at the front of his black uniform trousers! I ask him if he likes my shoes and he leans closer for a closer look as I flirt with him some more. It’s crunch time, I can just squeeze my hand through the hole and, without him noticing at first, I run my fingers up his zip. He acts like he’s just had a thousand volts passed through him and his whole body stiffens – and I mean his whole body! He does not attempt to back away so I undo his zip, all the time looking into his eyes through the grill. His cock is bursting out of his shorts and springs free into my gloved hand. Gently, very gently, I draw him towards the hole.

He panics as he realises the consequences of what might happen, so I release his cock from my hand but still trace little circles on his shiny tip with one finger, maintaining contact but not threatening him. “Sarge will be back any moment he protests!” “This won’t take long!” I purr. “You interrupted our fun so it’s the least you can do before you nick us!” The cop nods, we aren’t going anywhere and the bright beams of the searching torches are right across the other side of the car park. His cock has strayed within range and I withdraw my hand and thrust my tongue through the mesh and succeed in just reaching him enough to lick a glistening drop of precum from him. I look up at him and flutter my eyelashes, licking my lips to spread his juice over them like lip gloss. His eyes widen and, on impulse, he pokes his meaty cock through the hole. I’m on him in an instant, taking him deep into my mouth, sucking him towards his rapidly approaching crescendo. Then I gently close my teeth over the root of his shaft and clamp him tight. He tries to pull away in panic then cries out at the pain from his trapped penis. Zahra bounds up the van and demands: “Handcuffs – Now!”

The cop struggles some more and cries out some more. He unwisely pokes a finger through the mesh towards one of my eyes and I turn away and grab it with a free hand. I can’t grip him between my gloved fingers but I twist it hard enough to discourage any further digit forays! I bite harder and he yelps. Zahra stands astride the two seats, her face inches from his, with me on the floor under her pert little butt. “Handcuffs and key now! Shout again and she will eat your cock!” Bless her! Her English still isn’t perfect! I think ‘bite’ might have been more appropriate! I personally would have added something about his only chance of future employment being head eunuch in a Turkish Sheikh’s harem - however I can’t assist – my Mum always told me not to talk with my mouth full! The cop reluctantly reaches for the handcuffs on his belt. “Key first!” Zahra barks. That’s my little Iranian minx – get the key off him first! He delves into a pocket and drops the key over the mesh into Zahra’s outstretched palm. Next come the handcuffs and she deftly slips one end over his wrist and the other over the supporting stanchion. With a little cry of ‘Yes!’ - she tells him to open the cage door. I nip him and he stifles a cry. I know that if he kicks the door back on her it will hurt her and I might panic and release him. But she has remembered our whispered conversation: Open the door now! If you touch door again - my friend will turn you into girl!” Ouch! Well said babes!!!!

The poor cop has tears running down his cheeks, a mixture of pain and humiliation I imagine, as he opens the door. Lithe as a little street urchin, Zahra slides through and out of his range. She shuts the cage again, opens the side door and slips into the night air. A moment later the back door swings open and she cries: “We are free!” Yes we are free but we are still in deep shit – in fact probably in even more shit after imprisoning a cop with his own handcuffs – and anyway, we are only free from the van. My brain is working overtime, trying to figure the best way out for us when I realise that his cock is still fully erect and pulsing in my mouth. Still gripping him between my teeth, I start to work my throat muscles on his bulging glans, using them like I am trying to swallow him, kneading his tip inside my throat. My tongue slithers around his smooth shaft and I hear him gasp.

“Arnab – laazim nirooh – il heen!” Zahra cries at me in Arabic and I know ‘we must go now!’ – but I just need another moment or two. Zahra swears at me in Arabic – ‘Camel’s testicle’ isn’t a nice thing to call your best friend! Then the copper grunts and his tip swells to bursting point, choking me as he fills my throat. I involuntarily open my jaw but, even though he is free from my teeth, he doesn’t withdraw until he has emptied his balls inside my mouth! I finally let him go, and hawk jizz from my throat into my mouth in a most unladylike manner. Then I climb onto the seat and spit a jet of sticky spunk onto the driver’s seat. It hangs there in a gooey puddle and I take careful aim and drop the little key into the mess. With that I am gone.

I know I’ve taken a huge risk. However, neither of us have left any prints and I don’t think it’s likely the rookie will let his dick, or the puddle of his own spunk be used as DNA evidence. I suspect he’ll be so busy cleaning jizz from the seat after he’s released himself that he will spend the rest of the time concocting some story about how the back doors were faulty and we got out while he was taking a piss. Zahra and I both carry a pair of flimsy flat shoes in our bags. (you’d be surprised how many guys think its frickin’ funny to steal a tranny’s shoes after they’ve shagged her). I don’t go the obvious way, back onto the road, but lead her into the woods, parallel to the searching torches. I make a quick call on my mobile as we jog along the sandy path, with our high heels in our hands, and soon we leave the cops far behind. I used to play in these woods when I was a kid so I know the vans can’t follow us, even if the cops know which way we have gone. Forty-five minutes later we leave the wood and come onto a country road. We are four miles away from the cops as the crow flies but well over thirty by road. Simon – our saviour – is waiting and he hustles us into the boot of his big car and pulls away.

I think I’ll take the option of a hotel room next time!

Lots of love

Melanie

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