A Holiday Job Part 2

‘Girlfriend?’

Jorge explained that unless Anne/Paul became his ‘girlfriend’ she might be vulnerable to the attentions of other men. Also it would damage Jorge’s reputation if anyone knew he had fallen for a man-in-a-dress. There was one more thing.

‘Even now I know your secret Anne, I still cant get rid of the feeling I have for you. So long as you don’t change the way you treat me I would like to look after you.’

They both smiled and hugged.

The next day Jorge and Anne walked around own together. He met her after work, where she was careful not to overdo the flirting. He walked her home. He came in.

‘Tonight I make you mine’ he whispered.

And they began to make love. Tenderly Jorge caressed and stroked his girlfriend’s body. Nervously at first Anne responded. Gently they undressed. Paul felt very self-conscious with the breasts still attached and his cock beginning to respond, but Jorge was careful to avoid his cock as he ran his hands up and down.

Soon his hands were stroking Anne’s bum, sliding a finger along between the cheeks. The part of Anne that thought as Paul fought with fear and revulsion.

The part of Paul that thought as Anne submitted willingly to her lover’s touch.

Anne felt the cold touch of the lubricated finger at the puckered hole of her arse. She felt the gentle pressure as it circled round, sliding, almost imperceptibly, further inside. Anne moaned with pleasure. Encouraged, Jorge began to slide his finger in and out, further each time, varying the pace and depth of each movement. He pulled out his finger. Anne felt a twinge of disappointment. Then the finger was replaced by something much thicker. Anne willed herself to take it, to take it all as far as she could. Gently Jorge eased his cock into Anne’s tight arse. H gripped her hips tightly, thrusting forward, moaning with pleasure as her tight hole gripped his cock. Anne became almost numb, like a rag-doll, being tossed about. Noisily Jorge reached his climax, shooting his cum up Anne’s bum. He pulled out, kissed her tenderly and left, saying ‘I’ll see you tomorrow.’

Anne lay there, with cum dribbling from her arse and cried, because he had gone.

Paul lay there, with cum dribbling from his arse and cried from confusion.