Demure middle class girl part six

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I had not intended to write any more stories about my young wife Elizabeth's work as an escort in her spare time from working as a nurse ata West London hospital in the late 1970s.

I know that many readers won't believe them, but they are all true. She started working for the agency, dealing with only black and Pakistani clients because I lost my job and we struggled to pay the rent on our Hampstead flat. We both got carried away by the eroticism of it all.

I realise that I let it happen because I envied her and wanted to be the girl that she was. When she started seeing clients in our flat, I started to enjoy the humiliation.

A Pakistani reader replied that he wanted to hear more of her meetings with Pakistani men. There is always the danger that such stories will appear racist. I have to say that is not my intention.

As a Cambridge and public schoolboy, I had always wondered whether I was truly a man. After my time with Elizabeth, I realsied that I wasn't. We both also realised that we were both attracted to the earthy sexuality of Black and Asian men. In their hands, we both had the most powerful orgasms and we let things happen because we wanted them to.

These stories may sound far fetched, but they are a true confession. However, this must be my last tale of Henrietta and is written for the Pakistani reader who has requested it.

It happened late in 1979, during my wife's holidays. My wife had been booked to see a client in Southall. By this time I had a job as Elizabeth's driver. I was to take her to a block of flats to meet a Pakistani man.

As always, Elizabeth spent a long time getting ready. She came from the shower naked. I looked at her shaven pussy and thought of all the pricks that had been up there. I thought of the Pakistani prick that was going to have her tonight. I wished that her contraceptive coil would fail and that he would flood her with so much cum that he would make her pregnant. My small prick hardened at the thought.

I watched her putting her undies on. Her pussy mound bulged invitingly under tight high cut lace and satin black French knickers. When she turned around, she showed off a bottom to die for. I thought of the Pakistani stroking her mound through the tight satin and spanking her pert bottom and nearly came in my pants.

Then she put on a matching black satin deep lacey suspender belt and bra. When she put on her silk seamed black stockings, she asked me if her seams were straight. I looked at her slender womanly legs and said yes, squeezing my prick through my pocket.She knew what I was doing and smiled.

She pulled black satin and lace full length slip over her head. It outlined her slim little figure exquisitely. Then she sat down at her dressing table to apply her make up. With mascara and eyeliner on, her eyes looked bigger and babyish. She penciled in her eyebrows and applied cherry red lip stick. She pouted sexily in the mirror. She brushed her shoulder length brown hair until it was gleaming and sparyed it with laquer. Finally, she painted her long finger nails and applied Chanel N05 perfume.

I was so aroused by the sight of her and my thoughts, I wanted to let myself cum, but held back. She stood up and walked across the plush carpet to her fitted wardrobe. the dress she chose was a knee length lemon satin dress. The pencil skirt style clung to her like a second skin. It buttoned all the way down the front and was chosen to make stripping easier and very sexy. Around her waist she tied a black satin sash. She looked like a pretty present just waiting to be unwrapped by the right person.

After choosing her gold necklace and glittering earings, she put on satin evening gloves which came right up to her elbows. Then slipped into five inch black stilleto heels and was ready to leave. She looked at me and smiled a little nervously, but I could tell she was excited. I smiled back, gulped but did not speak. She picked up her short fur coat and handbag and was ready to leave. My heart raced at the sight of her.

We said little on the journey over. She sat in the back of our Mercedes. I am not a good navigator and struggled to make sense of my A to Z. Luckily I found the place, a grim looking 1960s building. We parked in the scruffy car park where a group of young Pakistani were playing football with a tin can. As soon as they saw us arrive and park, they came toward the car.

Elizabeth knew how to exit the vehicle with dignity, but they ogled her pretty legs with undisguised lust. They spoke to each other in Urdu so I could not understand. But from their expressions, I knew they were expressing dirty thoughts.

'What's the quickest way in?' I asked, trying to hide my embarrassment. 'Up her cunt. Want me to show yer' said a youth of about 18. I went red. Elizabeth had blusher on her cheeks, but I could tell she was embarrassed. 'We show yer.' Said another one of the youths, ogling Elizabeth all the while he spoke, as did the other five youths.

They led us to a doorway with shabby paint work. One of them knocked. He looked at me. He sneered: 'This is where Shabir has his sex shows, down in the basement. There's a room. Sure this posh bitch is up to taking ten men.
They watched as Elizabeth turned her slender neck to look at me. This was as much as to say, I wasn't expecting this. Her pert breasts looked particularly vulnerable to the ogling youths. One of them seemed transfixed by them.

I gave little nod. Elizabeth steadied herself as the door opened. A large middle Pakistani man in jeans and a tee shirt that showed off his pot belly, opened the door and beckoned us inside. To our alwarm, the youths followed.

We were led along a grim corridor and down some concrete steps. Elizabeth walked very cautiously in her high heels. They click clacked on the cold looking steps.

We were led into a large store room where a large group of Pakistani men were seated on plastic chairs. The lighting was bright, but there were no windows. There was an old matress and a chair set out in front of them. Their ages ranged from 18 to about 70. The older ones had beards.

Elzabeth was led toward the vacant chair and matress. I was asked if I wanted to watch and was directed to a chair at the back of the room All eyes watched her walk past them, they were enatlly undressin her and speaking in Urdu. Their desires were obvious. All of them were touching themselves.

The man leading Elizabeth had her stand facing all of the men. She bowed her head and looked very demure in her expensive clothes. Her satin gloved hands and arms hung by her sides. At a signal, and one by one, each man stood up and walked up to her.

I watched in awe as each one of them walked up to her and took turns feeling her up through her clothes. Her breasts got particular attention. A man about 70 went a little further, running his brown leathery hands up her stockinged legs and under her dress. The dress ruckled up, exposing some of her black satin and lace slip. I could tell from Elizabeth's expression that the bulging eyed man had touched her pussy mound. Her head still bowed, I heard a little gasp come from her painted lips.

Eventually all the men returned to their seats. they all started to undress amidst much chatter. There were all shapes an sizes, but the older ones had fat thighs and bulging fat bellies. Their pricks were hard and most of them thick and long. The men rubbed themselves, like athletes getting themselves ready. My prick was rock hard at the sight before me.

The man in charge walked back up to Elizabeth. He kissed her neck and then undid the sash and started undoing the buttons of her dress.

He began at the top. I started to rub myself as the top of her black satin slip was exposed. Elizabeth stood very still, not looking at the sight before her. Here little breast were thrust outwards under the tight satin of her slip and bra. The man, who was big and around thirty, put a hand on each breast and squeezed Elizabeth's breast hard through the heavy satin. Her head went back and she looked wide eyed and other worldy in the direction of the naked me.

The men watched intently as another man stepped up and stood behind Elizabeth. The first mand resumed undoing her buttons until her slip was fully exposed. The man behind her pulled the dress off of her and draped it on the chair. Elizabeth was now terribly exposed in her satin undies. Their was much excited Urdu chatter in the room, but all eyes were on Elizabeth and the two men.

The first man said something to Elizabeth and very nervously, her tiny hands gripped the lacey hem of her slip and she slowly pulled it up. The tight vee of her lacey black panties, silk black stocking tops and taught suspender straps was exposed. Her mound bulged like a target and the room went silent.

The man said something else to Elizabeth. She paused and then turned sideways to her audience and touched her toes. The first man moved forward to steady her as the anked man behind her moved toward her. Her slip was up around ehr waist and he was fumbling with the gusset of her panties. He pulled it to one side and started fingering her slit.Her little head shook slightly from side to side as his fat fingers went in and out of her for several minutes. His fat belly hung down and his hook nose was outlined in profile. His large balls were outlined by his sac which had gone tight as his prick hardened to about nine inches. The shiny head of his prick looked like a spear.

The man in front of Elizabeth was pulling on her tits through her satin slip and bra. The man behind took his fingers out and grasped his large weapon. He smiled lechorously at the audience, then held his prick firm. The lacey slip fell back down over Elizabeth's bottom nd teh man raised it again and gave her a slap on the buttocks. She gave a little aggh sound. Then he was in her. He shoved it straight in and Elizabeth cried out.

I started to wank through my suit trousers. The man who was fucking her gripped her slender waist and kept on thrusting hard. Elizabeth was moaning loudly, her head pushing into the other man's stomack while he continued to milk her. After two minutes of hard fucking, Elizabeth's moans sounded more like pleasure. At this sound the man rode her harder. He was saying things to her in Englis, calling her a filthy slut.

Elizabeth came hard and very loudly. All the men watching cheered as if a goal had been scored. The fat man fucking her carried on riding her hard and she came again. As she did so, the man fucking her clenched her waist hard and gave her one last hard thrust. He stopped with his prick deep inside her and I could tell he was emptying himself inside her. He was grunting and it seemed to take him gaes to empty himself. From the slight movements of his body, I could sense each of his powerful spasms. At this sight, my own prick popped in my pants. Luckily I had taken the precaution of putting one of my wife's panty pads in my own gusset.

When the man had finished, he pulled himself out, slapped her bottom and called her a filthy slut again. The man who had been milking Elzabeth now unzipped himself and took his turn to fuck her mouth. Cum was dribbling from her mouth when she starightened while the other man steadied her on her high heels. When elizabeth straightened up to face her audience again, the man who ahd fucked her mouth said something to her. She nervously, head bowed gripped the lacey hem of her slip and pulled it up right over her head this time. The man took the slip from it and stroked teh satin fabric before draping it on the chair with her dress.

He pointed at her tight panties and very cautiously she removed them. Her bald young sex was exposed to alll of the men who were openly rubbing themselves and staring at her. the man took and sniffed them, then dropped them on the chair. Next she removed her lacey black bra and the man took it and sniffed it before putting with the rest of her clothes.

Still head bowed, Elizabeth stood naked, excpet for lacey and satin suspnder belt, high heels and stockings, her slit on view, lips reddened and oozing cum. the nipples on her pert little breats were erect and large.She had to stand there for a few minutes while the man in charge stripped and spoke to the others in the room. Then she was led to the matress where she laid on her back. The man in charge leant over her, getting her to part her thighs.

Then each of the men stepped up in turn, pricks very hard. They took their places on the matress. Each one of them fucked her very hard, two of them with ten inch thick penises. Every inch of her slender little body was explored by the leathery big brown hands, many of them finger fucking her before getting down to the business of pumping her full of Pakistani seed.

I lost count of the number of times she came that night and how many times they called my demure middle class girl wife a filthy slut and whore. They fucked her very hard. It was at that point I realised I was no man and how envious I was of my wife. Thus I decided that I wanted to change sex and started dressing as a woman, calling myself Felicity. I went looking for men and found them. But I was too embarrassed to ask for a sex change in those days.

At last, however, I have plucked up the courage and have started sex change treatment. If anyone wants to hear any of Felicity's tales please let me know- this is definitely the last of Elizabeth's tales.