Whores And Pimps Part 3

"These other three gentlemen are also aficionados of special ladies like ourselves; that is to say they have a penchant for attractive transvestites; and they particularly like a little bit of, shall we say, extremism when it comes to sexual encounters."

"They are very close friends of mine, and over the years I've been able to sacrifice quiet a few 'virgins' to the altar of their desires; if I might wax poetic," Ellie went on.

"Most of the girls I have lured into their clutches have left having eventually enjoyed the encounters; a few have not; but none have ever been a position to complain. So I suggest you just relax and enjoy what I am about to allow you to experience; if nothing else you will at least leave this room enlightened as to what two transvestites and four hungry mature men can accomplish in the way of sating their appetites." Ellie finished.

Ellie turned to the three men who had been eagerly watching and listening to her explain the situation to Michele, like a pride of lions watching their wounded prey. Their eyes glittered in the darkened room as they feasted with wanton lust on the bound transvestite. Michele's miniskirt had ridden up when she had struggled at her bonds and her luscious nylon sheathed legs were exposed right up to the tops of her thighs and her red satin panties peeked from under the hem of her skirt.

"Gentlemen, meet Michele. Michele, meet the gentlemen," Ellie introduced them sarcastically.

"As for you, my law enforcing accomplice; you can sit over there on the lounge and I will keep you suitably amused whilst Michele and our three comrades entertain us." Ellie sauntered over to an overstuffed lounge which had been positioned beside the bed.

The three men rose as one and sauntered over to the bed and they looked down and surveyed Michele tied to the bed. They stared at the middle aged whore; her black leather miniskirt rucked up around her waist from her struggles, her red lace garters clipped to her black stocking tops; legs spread wide and her ankles tied to the bed just above her black high-heeled sandals; her red painted toenails visible through the diaphanous nylon. Michele's leopard-skin print nylon blouse was opened at the top displaying her red satin brassiere.