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steffiebabe -> Still on the road (1/22/2014 7:19:47 AM)
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What follows is a true account of an early adventure in my life in the days before Aids
Part 2 of 3
I recommend you first read part 1
The story so far;
In the summer of 1982 I was a very femme New Romantic hitch-hiking from my internship in Belgium to Brighton for a couple of weeks surprise break. After a couple of lifts an English Trucker who offered to give me a lift the whole way to London picked me up. After I flirted with him, thinking he was straight, he told me that because he had signed me on as his drivers mate to the ferry, that i had to stay the night in the truck until he got Customs clearance. The cab had two bunks, but he decided that we should share the bottom bunk, where he fucked me hard, leaving me with numerous bite marks and spunk leaking from my ass. The next morning on the way to London he asked me to go and spend a couple of days with him in London….
“So then, come up to London, I’m not heading out for two days, I can drop you at the top of the A23 on Tuesday morning?” “I’ll show you a club or two where I am tonight and tomorrow, I’ve some friends I’d love to introduce you to”
“I don’t know, do you think that’s a good idea? What will they say?”
“They’ll say that I picked myself up a really cute boi, that’s what”
“Your friends won’t mind you’ve picked up a boi then?”
“Why would they? Many of them are gay”
"I don't know if I can, I've got nothing clean left to wear"
That's no problem, I've got a washing machine, you can do the laundry and throw your things in with mine"
“Let me think about it,”
“OK but not too long, we’re heading up the road soon, and either I’m dropping you by the roadside as soon as we get somewhere convenient for you, or I’m heading straight to the depot.”
I finished my breakfast in silence, looking out the window occasionally glancing over at this man who had so thoroughly ravaged me. I knew what I was going to do; I picked up my bag and headed over to the ladies.
I sat in the stall for a couple of minutes, thinking about what i was about to do, then i removed my tampon, satisfied that i wouldn’t be leaking too much anymore, pulled up my knickers and harem pants and went to look in the mirror. The welts on my neck were still possible to see, even with the foundation, but I decided that they didn’t look any worse than love bites I’d had in the past, so just left them, I re-did my make up. heavier eye liner, outside the lash line, not just along the wet edge. I used my liner to add definition to my brows. Added some blusher, added a darker brown shadow to my lids to give a smoky look and lined my lips before adding a tinted gloss. I looked at my nails and realized that I didn’t have time to put on a coloured polish, but the clear varnish still looked good, so i just quickly shaped my nails. I took some gel, shaped and spiked my hair, letting it drop across my right eye and swept back on the left, letting the large geometric earring I’d put in my left ear glint in the light. I looked at my watch realizing I might be taking too long, so quickly finished and went back out. “My driver” was still there, finishing his tea.
He let out a low whistle as I walked back towards him.
“OK” I said “If I’m going to stay with you for a while, you better tell me your name”
He smiled, and laughing said
“I’m really pleased, my name’s Mark, and of whom have I had the pleasure of fucking?
“Stephanie” I said, pleased that my make up slightly hid my blushes.
“If you are ready, shall we go?”
“Yes great” I said, wanting to get moving before I changed my mind.
As we went back out to the truck Mark had his arm wrapped possessively around my skinny waist, (I had a 25” waist back then) and he lifted up into the cab, his hands on the bare skin of my waist, my T-shirt hanging loosely. I sat back, and watched as Mark went across the front of the truck and swung himself up into the cab, god knows what I’d let myself in for, no one knew where I was, no mobile phones back then.. but I leant back into the seat, luxuriating in the thrill of the moment, and admired Mark’s muscled physique. As we pulled out of the café and on to the main road, leading up to London I pulled out my nail polish and painted my nails a deep crimson, i didn’t think I’d need to be that androgynous for a couple of days and I inwardly cursed myself for only packing a few tops and knickers. It meant I only had a light bag, but it also meant I was pretty limited in clothes, but I reckoned I could make the best of what I had.
Every so often as Mark cruised the big truck up the motorway he dropped his hand to rest on my thigh, gently stroking, then slowly moving across to my inner thighs and gently pulling my right leg towards him. I bit my lip and willingly opened my legs for him again, his hand now also pushing my left leg away while caressing my inner thigh. He never went near my cock, he simply ignored it. As I became ever more turned on I moved my hand up under my shirt and started to caress my nipples, feeling them sore but erect.. I lifted my fingers to my mouth and wet them with my tongue, then went back to my tits, wetting them so they hardened even more. With the passion built up from the night before and the intense feelings Mark’s hand was building in me I came hard, no one touching my cock which was tightly tucked back in my knickers. Now I knew I’d have stained my pants, but no matter I would clean them soon enough. The streets of London were quiet as we drove through them on the Sunday morning, nothing open except the newsagents.
We got to where Mark’s depot was and he started to act a little nervous, he pulled over at a bus stop and told me to wait for him there and that he’d be back in his car. It was a hot sunny day, I had my bag and I reasoned that if he’d changed his mind then it didn’t matter, I could easily hitch from there. After a good half an hour I was starting to decide which was the best way to go when a black XR3 pulled up. Mark threw open the door and said to hop in. We were going to meet some mates of his at a pub for lunch. I really didn’t want to do that until I’d washed my harem pants and I told him so. Mark looked over and said OK, his flat was on the way and we’d try and get them washed and dry. A few minutes later we pulled up at a nondescript midrise block, somewhere in south London, I really didn’t know London that well with the exception of the West End. I followed Mark up a flight of stairs and along to his Flat. It was really nice inside, pretty cool for a truck driver I thought and pretty big too. I quickly found his washer and dryer, stripped off my pants and put them, along with my dirty knickers and blouses in the washer and started it going. The timer said an hour so I found Mark in the sitting room and told him we’d need at least an hour and a half to get ready. He wasn’t happy..
“What was wrong with your pants the way you were you little tart?”
“I had cum stains on them”
“I didn’t care, your bum looked cute just the same”
“but I did, it felt wrong”
“my mates are expecting us in half an hour, couldn’t you have just dried them?”
“It’s a bit late, I’m sorry”
“Look, I might have some jeans you can borrow, belt them tight and they’ll be OK, it’s just that I want to get down there”
I followed him into his room and he threw a couple of pairs of jeans on to the bed, I didn’t have a belt with me, so he threw a belt over too. I pulled them up my long smooth legs, and I knew that boyfriend jeans could look cool, but these were just way too big around my waist and were too short, even with my pixie boots. I rested my hands on his hips, looking up into his eyes
“Why don’t we just stay here? I’m sure I can entertain you?”
“Look Stephanie, I’d love to spend the whole time you’re here fucking that cute little ass of yours, but I haven’t seen my mates for a while and I need to find out what’s going on for the next couple of days, once we’ve been down there I’ll certainly be making sure you are open and full again”
I tried to get the jeans to look OK again, but they just wouldn’t.
“Is there anywhere open I can just go and buy something?”
“Don’t be a stupid little bitch, this is England, remember, everything’s closed except the corner shop today”
I asked him where the shop was and while he got himself showered I ran down to the corner shop in his ridiculous jeans. As I’d hoped it was run by an Indian family and running the shop that day was a woman who was about thirty. Ten minutes and five quid later I was heading back to Mark’s flat in a Sari style skirt, much better. Mark pulled me into the flat when I got back, cupping my ass with his hands and kissing me deeply, then backed me to the wall in the hallway, holding my wrists together in one hand above my head, his tongue touching every part of my mouth. When he came up for air I said that I thought he wanted to get going soon, or would he like to fuck me? He said that seeing me in a skirt really turned him on but that yes we needed to get going. I quickly went to the bathroom and touched up my lips and then followed him out to the car. I quickly went through his tape collection and pushed Dare by the Human League into the cassette deck….. everybody needs love and adventure…… how true.
We pulled up outside a pretty standard looking London pub and Mark opened the door going inside with me following behind. Just about everyone in the pub was male and they turned to look as we went in, my initial nerves subsided when Mark was greeted by everyone, and as we made our way into the crowd I felt quite a few hands on my bum. There were a couple of other young femme guys there, although I was the only one in a skirt. There was a lot of leather and a lot of the guys were really buff, the moustaches told me I would be getting any hassle from the queer bashers. Mark was soon deep in conversation with a bunch of guys, a large glass of wine was soon in my hand and i was given a bar stool. Mark was standing beside me with one hand on my leg chatting away, the guy the other side of me had his hand on my bum. He was a big man, typical early eighties gay with a leather jacket, tight T-shirt and moustache. Mark looked over at him, knowing what he was doing and laughed;
“can’t you keep your hands of any little tart that comes in here?” “maybe you can try her out later, is there anything happening tonight?”
“Sorry Mark, she’s a cutie though” he said smiling down at me, “There’s just the normal club night”
“OK we’ll see you there”
I looked back at Mark and asked him if I had any say in who I went with
“Yes of course you do love, and you can always hitch home if you want to”
After a while we said our goodbyes and headed back out to the car, I wasn’t convinced that he should be driving, but I was certainly in no fit state after three glasses of wine, so I just reclined the seat, turned up the tape player and enjoyed the ride back to his flat. Mark had his arm round my waist as we went into his flat and as he shut the door he whirled me around and against the wall, kissing me deeply;
“now where were we earlier?”
He cupped my ass in his big hands and lifted me so that my legs wrapped around him, my skirt bunching up around my waist. Still kissing me he carried me through to the bedroom and threw me on to the bed. With the passion of an animal he pushed my skirt up and tore off my knickers, throwing the ripped fabric on the floor. I lent forward and urgently pulled his belt undone and his jeans open, I needed to feel full. He kicked off his jeans and pushed me back, opening my legs wide and up to my chest.
“You want this you bitch don’t you?” “You want to be fucked you little tart”
“God yes, pump me”
This time he grabbed some vaseline from beside his bed and roughly spread it on my ass, he went in to me hard and smooth, I could feel every inch of his length and his width as he once again ploughed into my ass. His first thrust was deep inside me and he kissed me deeply, then I sighed as he pulled out. just as his head was at my sphincter he pushed hard into me again, over and over slowly building up his speed. I put my hands over my head, gripping onto his bed frame as he rammed into me again and again all the time repeating that I was his tart, and his bitch. I felt him tense as he pumped his come into mefilling me again with his seed, then slumping on top of me. I was as hot as hell and wanted more, so as he rolled off me I wriggled down the bed to take him into my mouth. He moaned at first that he was too sensitive and not now, but I gently, gently kissed his cock and balls, butterfly kisses up his shaft until he slowly started to get hard again. This time I was in control and i licked around the rim of his helmet, flicking the tip of my tongue into his pee hole and then swallowing his meat whole, alternating between gentle light kisses and hard sucking.
As I looked up at him there was a flash and a whir as a polaroid camera spat out a photo. He got harder and harder, his hand now on the back of my head pushing me down.
“Yes bitch, that’s right, come on suck me you tart, god yes you’ve got a sweet mouth, as sweet as your cunt, you bitch, god yes, like that oh fuck yes” and I was rewarded with a mouth of hot salty cum from his velvet pole. I felt my own wetness on my thighs as I’d cum hard while sucking his cock.
I lay beside him as he stroked my hair with one hand while his other rested on my bum, running his hand over the silk of my sari. As I looked up at him he grabbed a packet of cigarettes from beside the bed and lit two, handing me one, we lay in the sunlight smoking in silence. Eventually I sat up and went to go and sort out the laundry, him smacking me on the bum as I went by. The stuff was all clean, but soaking and I hung it on his line on the balcony hoping it would be dry in time for the evening. As I went back in Mark was in the kitchen bare chested in his jeans and I went over to run my hands over his muscles again. He handed me another glass of wine and kissed me lightly, then gently pushed the slash neck of my shirt down and kissed the darkening bruise on my shoulder.
“I like that on you, it reminds me you’re mine” he said.
“Look” he said, “we’ve got a couple of hours before we go out again, you’re going to want to get changed, why don’t you take a bath and I’ll get some Chinese, I know you didn’t like my jeans, but I think if you look around in the small bedroom my wife left a couple of things, they might fit you.”
“OK thanks, see you soon”
Mark left me with a deep kiss pulling me into him with his hands on my ass. I wandered through to the bathroom and started to run a deep bubblebath, looking forward to soaking myself clean. While I was waiting for the bath to run I shaved the few light hairs on my face, legs and underarms and then decided to have a look in the spare room. I stopped the bath, not wanting it to overfill and went through to look. At this point I should say a few things about my style at the time, I wasn’t dressing as a girl, I was simply dressing as me, a new romantic whose style was something between Japan circa Adolescent Sex and Boy George. If I wore skirts, which I often did, they weren’t fitted or short skirts, they were long and flowing, more gypsy style, I didn’t own a bra as I liked my slim smooth boyish chest. As anyone who has read my earlier stories will know, I had dressed as a girl as a young teenager, but now was happy to be on the femme side of androgynous.
Mark’s wife’s clothes were not what I was hoping, she was a little older than me, and firstly had only left stuff she didn’t want and secondly, everything was clearly female, typical early 80’s a couple of RaRa skirts which were no longer in fashion for anyone over fourteen, leggings, leg warmers and some patterned blouses. Then at the back there were a couple of dresses still in cleaners bags and some shoes, all court shoes and a pair of cork espadrilles.. In the chest of drawers were some old T-shirts, a pair of Sasparilla jeans and some underwear, Oh well, at least I could get some knickers I thought.
As I soaked in the bath and washed my hair, I felt the warm water soothe my skin and I gently washed the bruised skin around my neck and tits. I day dreamed a little and then got out and decided to try some of the stuff on for a laugh. I towelled myself dry, found a hair dryer and styled my hair, using gel to hold it in style, wrapped the towel around me and wandered next door. The leggings and leg warmers looked stupid on me, I felt like Olivia Newton John, the RaRa skirt could work I thought, although I didn’t like them that much, I did like the way they made my legs look. I thought I’d go for broke, looking in the cleaner bags, with nothing to lose. One was obviously a work suit, knee length skirt and jacket in navy blue.. not my thing, in the other though was a very pretty burgundy dress. It was short, only midway down my thigh and had military style buttons and padded shoulders, if it was my size I’d try that on. I opened the zip and slid it up my body, perfect size but no mistaking it was a womans dress, it felt great and I turned to look in the mirror. The problem with wearing a dress like that was that I now looked a bit odd, flat chest, bare legs no jewellery except my earings. I went back over to the chest of drawers and soon found what I needed, a matching bra and knickers, 34D, that should fit, and some black tights. I took the dress off and quickly put on the bra and knickers, then rolled the sheer tights up my legs, I’d forgotten just how good that felt. I quickly found some more tights to pad out the bra and slipped the dress back on, much better! But now I didn’t look like me, I looked like a girl and I loved it, now I needed shoes, the dress had a low squared off neck, so a necklace would be good too. I found a cheap costume necklace which was chunky enough and looked OK and I went to look for the shoes. As I went back over to the wardrobe I heard the front door, Mark was back, but I wanted to surprise him;
“wait in there, I’m almost ready”
“OK, did you find anything, she didn’t really have your style?”
“You’ll see”
I found some black courts with about a three inch heel, they were a little tight but not bad, she wore a size 6 and I’m only a 7, so with the sheer tights they were OK. I went over to the mirror in the room, no subtlety this time, dark eye make up, 80’s style blusher on my cheek bones and deep red lipstick to go with my dark red nails. I quickly teased my hair up again and I was ready.
“What do you think?” I asked as I stood in the door to the kitchen where Mark was sorting out the Chinese
“Christ, you look amazing!” “Ali hardly ever wore that, she said it wasn’t her style but bloody hell it looks good, you’ve got tits too, the guys will be all over you tonight” “come here, let me taste those lips”
“not yet, I don’t want to spoil the lipstick”
“bugger that you tart, a pretty dress and you even act like a woman”
I laughed, but Mark came over and pinned me to the counter, he pushed his leg between mine and took my mouth with his.
“That’s better, now come over here”
He walked into the lounge where he sat on the sofa, pulling me behind him by my wrist. He sat down and I expected to be pushed to my knees, instead he pulled me onto his lap, not sitting, but face down. Oh fuck I thought, what have i got myself into now. He pulled the tight skirt up over my arse and pulled my tights and knickers down to my knees.
“So now you’re a girl that wants to play hard to get? So then I’ll treat you that way”
The first blow with his open palm was a shock
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I asked outraged
“Shut up bitch, you might enjoy it”
Again and again the slaps hit my ass and I could feel it glow, after ten or more I could feel the tears running down my face, taking my mascara and make up with them, what the hell had I done, I should have just gone to Brighton. Again and again he spanked me until he was satisfied, all the time I could feel his hard cock in my belly. Eventually he stopped.
“now stop crying, go and fix your make up and we’ll have dinner”
Just like that, no sympathy for my glowing bum, no softness, I was going to have to be careful and I knew I’d be heading back to Brighton first thing in the morning. I used a cold wet cloth to calm the redness around my eyes, pulled my knickers and tights back up properly around my ass and carefully re did my make up. When I went back into the living room he acted as if nothing had happened, bastard. Dinner was quiet and when we’d finished he said to grab my bag we were going to the club. I decided now wasn’t the right time to ask him what the club was like.
I sat carefully in the XR3 as “Love Action” poured out of the speakers. In no time we were in the local town centre, I don’t remember but probably somewhere around Streatham. It was a fairly unimposing place from the outside, just a door with a load of obviously gay guys hanging around, some going for the chaps look, most in tight T-shirts.
“What’s the girl doing here?” asked the doorman
“That’s OK he’s with me” said Mark.
We went in and the sounds of Tainted Love pumped out, I still love that track. Mark guided me with his arm round my waist until we got to the bar area. Loads of the guys were dancing and I asked Mark if he wanted to, he didn’t so he went to get me a wine and I went to the dance floor loosing myself in Marc Almonds soft voice. I recognized the guy from lunch time, he made his way over and shouted that he loved my new look, I smiled back and the song segued into Marilyn Dreams by B-Movie (what happened to them?) I made my way back to the bar, Marks friend slapping my bum on the way, god that hurt.
He joined us at the bar and Mark told me his name was Dave. Mark pulled me into him for a kiss as I put my wine glass down on the bar, I felt Dave behind me, his hands running up and down my sides. Mark lifted his head and in one smooth motion spun me round on my heels so I was facing Dave.
“Taste the bitch, she’s good”
Dave held me tight, his hands on my ass, I leant back on to Marks chest as Dave kissed me his tongue running over mine, and invading my mouth. I felt his hands move up under my skirt and his hands cupped my ass, one finger running up and down my crack.
“There’s plenty of time” said Mark to Dave as he came up for air.
“I know” laughed Dave “I’m looking forward to fucking her arse though”
He went off and Mark handed me my drink, we began to wander around the club, there were quite a few couples up against the walls and everywhere the music was pumping. As I finished my first glass, a second appeared almost immediately, soon I was flying.
We made our way to the dance floor and Mark was dancing close to me, my hands were on his back inside his white T-shirt, his were on my bum under my skirt.
“we’ve got to make some changes here, go to the ladies and put your knickers on over your tights”
I had no idea what he was up to, but after my earlier spanking I wasn’t going to argue, I found the ladies, where some of the cute femmes were doing their make up and did what Mark asked, going for a pee at the same time and deepening the red on my lips.
Back on the floor Marks hands checked straight away
“much better” he said as I felt him tear away the gusset of my tights and push my knickers down a little.
Mark slowly pushed a couple of fingers into me as we danced in the pulsing lights and I hung onto him. Lust for Life by Iggy, was playing as I realized that Mark was talking to someone over my shoulder,
“You got any wetness Dave?”
I felt another pair of hands on my ass, lifting the hem of my dress as Dave smeared something cold into my cunt. I looked at Mark questioning, he smiled back at me
“just go with it baby”
I felt Dave behind me and he pulled my hand round to him, wrapping my fingers round his cock which was much fatter than Mark’s, thank god he lubed me was all I could think as he pushed the head of his cock into me on the dance floor. Mark stood back a little, grinning like a cheshire cat as Dave started to pump into me. In what seemed like no time at all I felt Dave start to tense and then felt the warmth of his seed as he pumped me full of his cum. Dave pulled my knickers back up and turned me towards him, pulling me to his mouth I kissed him deeply.
The three of us made our way off the floor to a slightly quieter area of the club where a few couples were making out. Mark introduced me to another couple of his friends as his new bitch. He pushed me over to them and sat me on the lap of one guy who immediately had his tongue in my mouth. The other guy asked Mark about the love bites on my neck;
“Yeah she loves it rough the little tart”
As soon as he said that the guy who was kissing me dropped his mouth to my neck and started marking me and his mate had his hands on my legs, pulling them open. They pretty soon pushed me to my knees, one pulling my knickers off and stuffing them in my bag which I miraculously still had. I pulled the zipper down of the guy who was still sitting and started to blow him while the other guy pushed himself into my ass, pushing his mates cock deep into my mouth as he pumped into me. pretty soon I was trying to swallow all the guys come as his mate gripped my hips and filled me yet again. They high fived Mark, said thanks and pulled me to my feet. Mark told me to go and fix myself up as I looked a state.
In the ladies I took stock, my make up was smeared, I had cum on my chin and my chest, I could feel the guys cum running out of me onto my tights and my hair was a mess. Thankfully my tights hadn’t laddered when Mark had torn them so I grapped a pad from the machine and put it in my knickers which I put back on before fixing my make up. There was no covering up the love bites on my neck, but then Mark had said he liked them.
I walked back out as soon as I looked OK and saw that there were loads of guys making out, one guy grabbed me as I went past and pulled me into a kiss;
“thank god you’re a boi, I thought I was going straight when I fancied you” he said as his hands went to my ass. Mark was behind me again and this time I felt him be the one to push himself into me again, pressing on my shoulders to go down on the guy in front of me. He was still pumping into me as the guy in front pulled out and covered my face in his cum. Mark called me a dirty bitch as he filled me again. He wiped away the jism from my face as we walked back over to his mates where another glass of wine waited for me.
We chatted a while, the guys asking how we’d met and what I was doing on the Monday. I remembered my tanned ass and thought I’d be hitching down to Brighton but agreed as they talked about meeting up the following evening. We said our goodbyes and Mark and I made our way back out to the XR3, the pale light of dawn already showing in the height of summer.
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