An excerpt from
Ginger's Night, a custom story for a client. As we join the story in progress, here's the set up:
Ginger, a self-described submissive "transgendered confused" woman, has spend a year of celibacy while exploring her emotional gender issues. Now dating Aaron, she imagines that tonight is the night. In her quest to look perfect, she is late for their date. Waiting angers Aaron, especially as he had brought along his friend, the lecherous Jack. Now Aaron has decided that Ginger will entertain and serve them at home... "Seems you were right about little Ginger," Aaron said, turning to let Jack enter the bedroom. "She's far sluttier than I had imagined. She's going to serve us both at her home tonight. I do hope you don't mind a change in plans?" he winked at his friend.
Jack was not as tall as Aaron, but he weighed about the same. He was a large man, and he usually had a predatory look in his eye – especially where Ginger was concerned. His eyes wolfishly took in Ginger's seated form, and like a cartoon wolf, he literally licked his lips. "I don't know, Aaron, I'm pretty hungry," he said mockingly, “Do you think she can really satisfy me?”
"Oh, I'm sure Ginger can --" Aaron began, but now it was Ginger's turn to interrupt. "Heavens, Aaron, what are you talking about?" she panted.
Aaron strode sternly over to her and slowly, menacingly, he trailed his fingers down her cheek, her neck, and let them lay toying with the bits of slip lace. His eyes locked into hers, mesmerizing her, as he said, "Darling, you have guests to serve."
Ginger blinked.
"Jack take a load off, sit down," Aaron said motioning towards the bed. Jack nearly skipped to the bed, so eager he was. He plopped himself down on the edge of it and leered at Ginger, stroking himself through his suit pants.
Taking Ginger by the arm, Aaron raised her to standing and gave her a little shove towards the bed. "Serve him, Ginger."
Ginger stumbled forward, and turned to look at Aaron over her shoulder, her face a mix of shock and confusion. "Go on, honey, get on your knees and please good old Jack. He was right about you and he deserves something for that."
Ginger didn't move. She didn't dare. While part of her thrilled to please, and another part ached to be sexually free as promised, she was terrified this was a test and that by complying she would loose Aaron forever. Aaron came over to her and stood behind her, running his hands along her hourglass sides. "Come on Ginger, honey, suck Jack's cock for me," he breathed into ear.
Jack began unzipping his suit pants, pulling out his half-hard cock. Ginger still couldn't move.
Aaron spun her around to face him. They were so close that Ginger had to bend at the small of her back, pressing her pelvis into him, to look up at his face. Looking down into her eyes Aaron said, "It's OK, Ginger, suck him. It's the least you can do for keeping him waiting." He paused, still staring into her eyes. "And if you do a good job on Jack there, then you can please me next."
He spun her back to facing Jack, and pushed her forward with a slap on her rear. "Go on now, be a good bad girl,” he mocked her.
Ginger still just stood there, too bewildered to even know what to think.
Aaron came up behind her, pressed himself along her backside, and moved his hips just enough to provide Ginger the evidence that he was aroused. He bent his head down and breathed into her ear, “Go on, baby, show me what you can do. Don't you want me?”
That was all the incentive Ginger needed. She dropped to her knees, scooted forward the few remaining inches, and took Jack's cock into her right hand. Grasping it firmly, she pumped her wrist up and watched Jack's face as he smiled with delight. “She's got a good strong hand there, Aaron.”
Feeling bolder, Ginger quipped back, “That's nothin' compared to my hot little mouth.”
“Oh yeah?” Jack baited her.
Ginger said nothing, but continued to pump her hand up and down Jack's hot hard cock. Jack tipped his head back, enjoying the sensation.
Then Ginger stopped. She rose to standing and sashayed over to Aaron. Taking him by the hand, she led him to the bed and pushed him into sitting next to Jack. She turned on her heel and slowly began to dance.
Swaying slowly from side to side, rotating her shoulders slightly, twisting her hips, she danced in silence in front of both men. Certain she had their undivided attention, she turned away from them and looking teasingly over her shoulder, reached for the zipper on the back of her dress... Slowly she pulled it down. Then she coyly hooked her finger at Aaron, and pointed for him to come stand at her right. He literally leapt at the chance and was quickly at her side. Ginger put her finger on her lips, silencing him in word and deed, and bade Jack to join them on her left side. Taking each man's hand, she placed them each on one shoulder of her loose dress, then she nodded first at Jack, then Aaron, and each in turn tugged the sleeve down. Laughing, she hooked her thumbs in the waist of the dress and tugged the dress over her hips. Grabbing Aaron's hand for balance, she stepped out of the dress pooled at her feet, then shooed the men back to the bed.
Once each was seated, she returned to her dance, slowly gyrating and swaying.
After a few more minutes, Ginger reached for that hairpin and gave it a little tug, sending waves of auburn hair tumbling down around her shoulders. Aaron sighed a little, “oooh.”
Turning away from them, Ginger danced, parading her lovely rear before them, swinging it from side to side, just out of their reach. One of the men groaned and Ginger giggled in response.
Turning to face them again, and aware of her full sexual power over them, she laughingly said, “Do you really mind being late for dinner, boys?”
“For a show like this? Hell, no!” said Jack.
“But you've still got to serve us starving men something,” growled Aaron as he grabbed for her waist and pulled her to his lap.
“Hey, you said I was first!” complained Jack.
“Boys, boys,” cooed Ginger, “Why wait and take turns when you both can have me?” Sliding off Aaron's lap, she bent over Jack's and placed his throbbing cock at the edge of her mouth. With one hand, she reached around her backside and hitched her slip up as an invitation to Aaron.
Aaron's eyes glowed as he strode to stand behind her. He moaned deep in his throat as he saw what awaited him: her bared backside, covered in thin strips of garters. Undoing his belt, his trousers, and letting them fall to the floor, he took his hard dick and toyed with what she offered, the exposed parts of herself between the open bottom girdle and the stocking tops. He fingered along her anal cleavage and rubbed his head and hard shaft along her crevasse as Ginger moved her hips a little, both in her own pleasure and to further tease him.
Jack cleared his throat, signaling Ginger to lower her head to Jack's eager cock. Pursing her lips a little, she gave them a little pressure for Jack's cock to thrust through. As his cock parted her firm lips, Jack moaned loudly.
“Hold on, Jack,” Aaron laughed, “I'm just getting started.”
Ginger giggled deep in her throat as she began to suck on Jack's dick. For a few minutes she concentrated only on finding the degrees of pressure and pacing which, based on his reactions, thrilled Jack. Then she settled in, bobbing her head up and down in that rhythm, while she enjoyed Aaron's fingers and cock behind her.
Jack groaned and shut his eyes, giving into her oral skills.
Hearing Jack's groans made Aaron impatient. “Where's the lube, Ginger?”
Ginger removed her mouth from Jack's cock and shifting her weight to her left hand on the bed, she gestured with her right, pointing at her mouth, “Right here, honey,” she said.
Jack ministered himself while Aaron disengaged his feet from his pants and brought Ginger's open mouth his cock. The heat and sucking of her mouth was fantastic and he moaned in the back of his throat. Ginger was excited to suck Aaron's cock. It wasn't how she had dreamed the night would be, but finally she had his cock in her mouth and she intended to please him and herself. Lovingly, but with skill to arouse, she sucked his cock and swirled her tongue around the underside of the head.
When she was satisfied his cock was wet enough she pulled away and with a gleam in her eye, said, “I'm ready when you are.”
Before Aaron was behind her again, Jack thrust his cock back in her mouth. Firmly bracing herself with both hands on the bed in anticipation of what Aaron would do next, Ginger resumed bobbing her head up and down on Jack's cock.
Aaron, behind Ginger once again, slid his spit-lubed cock up to her waiting hole. Gently he slipped his fat cock head in about an inch. Now it was Ginger's turn to groan deep in her throat. He stood still, letting her twist her ass cunt around the head, begging for more...
And sure, this is where I stop the story for you -- I can't give it all away, can I? *wink*
