LTLV Ch. 17

LTLV Chapter Seventeen

"Life and Times of Lady Vargos"


                  Chapter 17

   "Martin's Marital Indiscretion"

   Martin walked down the street with Darren toward the motel where he and Darren would have sex together in order to start rumors and hopefully a scandal that would being to an end his days of living as a woman and wife to the Baron.

      Martin felt very uncomfortable as they walked holding hands. People stared at them as they passed by. It was initially Martin's attire that would catch the attention of public. White dress with bold red polka dots and red belt. Wearing very high heels, much higher than women wore in public daily and large white sunglasses like some glamorous movie star who was trying to move about incognito. But Martin's now platinum blond hair was very conspicuously rolled up tightly in curlers and when they got close enough to people it became obvious to some that Martin was a man and not a woman at all.

      "Doesn't this bother you? I mean geez," he asked Darren without looking at him.

      "What's that Marcia?"

      "All these people gawking at us. I mean you heard that guy whistle at me back there. He knew I wasn't a girl. He was making fun of me." Martin now looked at him as they went around the corner.

      "Anybody that is down here in this part town is nursing a hard on," Darren said smiling.

      Martin looked around wanting to flip the guy off.

       "Marcia, they are either down here getting their own hard on taken care of, or they are somehow connected to the industry of taking care of it or setting the mood," he said now looking back at Martin.

      "You have done this before then?" Martin said with sour look on his face.

      "Yes, but you are the most attractive transvestite I've ever had the pleasure escort to this motel."

      "Please don't call me a transvestite. I am not a transvestite. I don't enjoy dressing like a woman." Martin said trying to be firm but sounding a little hurt.

      "I'm sorry. Are you sure you want to go through with this?' Darren said stopping them both in their tracks and turning Martin to face him.

      "Darren I have to do this, but you seem to be looking forward to having a pleasurable experience while I am dreading every step we take that gets us closer to doing it. Have you ever been fucked in the ass Darren? I mean by another man?" Martin asked taking off his sun glasses and staring Darren in the eye with his seductively long lashed lids opened wide waiting an answer.

      "No," Darren said looking concerned.

      "Do you think it would be exciting to be held down and fucked in the ass whenever the man in bed next to you got an erection over something he was reading in a magazine? Your butt hole being the convenient tight spot for him to take care of his perverse desires?"

      "No, I would not. I'm sorry. I know it must be horrible being placed in a arranged marriage like yours, unable to break free. I'm sure I can't even imagine what you are suffering," Darren said looking at Martin now with sad eyes.

      "You can't!" Martin stated bluntly. "You just are looking forward to this a lot more than I am. It makes me feel vulnerable and used for another mans enjoyment, again, can't you see that?" Martin said looking across the street.

       "This is a fetish of mine Mrs. Vargos. We have discussed this. I get turned on by men pretending to be women. Your situation is tragic, but I can't help how I feel in general. You called me to do this right?"

      "Yes," Martin said this time acknowledging the fact that Darren was doing him a favor in a very strange way.

       "It will be difficult for me to get an erection without being excited about it. Right? I mean if you want to have sex I can't fake the hard on part. Now, I have concerns about your emotions and I feel, well I don't know."

      Martin took a deep breath. He took Darren's hand in his. Darren looked down to their hands and when he did Martin gently curled his toes under and then straightened them out wide and wiggled them for Darren remembering how Darren had commented on how he liked Martin's painted toenails being two different colors.

      "Don't worry Darren," Martin said touching Darren's face with the tips of his red fingernails, "You will have no difficulties getting a hard on I promise." 

      Martin's mood had changed. He realized that Darren had no malice in his heart for Martin. He was sympathetic even to his plight. Though Martin wished he didn't have to do this with this man, he needed to do it and this man needed to be able to perform. If looking at Martin's appearance turned him on then so be it. How could Martin hold that against a man that he was going to allow to have sex with him in a short while.

      The motel sat back off the road and as they approached Martin realized that the cars passing down the street all probably thought he was bringing Darren here for a quick trick even though such things carried a heavy fine and usually a short jail sentence if it was deemed prostitution. 

     Martin stood uncomfortably as Darren checked with the clerk for a room.

     "Seventy five dollars a night," the middle aged woman said chewing on a piece of gum.

     "OMG," Martin stated under his breath as he put one hand over the side of his curlered head and looked away. The woman smiled at the bizarre couple in front of her. She'd seen many transvestites check in for an evening of fun.

     "What's wrong," Darren said laying the money on the counter.

     "I can't stay here all night," Martin said to him trying to keep his voice low, but the woman heard anyway. "I don't want to stay here any longer than is absolutely needed."

      "The minimum is one night. You can leave whenever you get finished, but the rooms your till 10:00 AM." the woman said looking at Martin.

      "Relax, we can leave at anytime," Darren said softly to Martin as he took the key.

      "Have a good evening fellas," the woman said with a giggle giving Martin a wink and finger wave. She shook her head as they left, "to each his own I guess," she said dialing a friend on the phone.

      "This is a disgusting and degrading place," Martin said now pissed about the fact this was being done in such a place. Constance obviously wanted this to happen in such a depraved neighborhood to make him look even more perverse in the public eye.

       All the rooms were on the ground level with a few cars parked in front. While Darren unlocked the door, Martin stood holding his purse with one hand and his skirt down with the other as the wind had picked up. 

      Martin's knees became weak as Darren held the door open for him to enter the room where the deed was to be done. Martin stepped into the dark room that had a double bed, nightstand, lamp, and a desk. That was it. It looked cold and used like it was only really cleaned once a day by making the bed but probably used several times a day. The door closed and Martin turned quickly feeling trapped initially.

      "This is awful." Martin said looking around and sitting down his purse. Being a wealthy man, Martin had only ever seen places like this on television.

      "Yes, it's not exactly a five star accommodations is it," Darren quipped.

       Martin still stood by the door looking at the bed. He needed a few moments to be able to accept what was about to happen. Even though he was resigned to do this, he looked at the bed he was to lay on and it made him nervous.

      "Darren, are you married?" Martin asked staring at the bed.

      "No," he said turning to look at Martin.

      "Have you ever been married?"

      "No, no I haven't."

      "Is there a girl in your life?" Martin asked again.

      "Not at the moment. I just broke off a six month relationship with a beautiful blond legal advisor. It just wasn't working for me."

      "Was she hurt over the breakup?" Martin asked slowly raising his long lashes to look at him. It was a seductive look though Martin wasn't trying to be that way.

      "I'm sorry to say I think she was. I never intended to have a long relationship with her. She began to cling to me and push for us to be more like a married couple. I just couldn't do that. I'm not ready for that."

      "Was that because you sometimes like to have sex with men dressed up like women and didn't want to lose that in your life or maybe reveal that aspect of your life to her?" Martin said raising an eyebrow.

      "No, not really, but I wasn't going to give that up either. I enjoy that aspect of my life. We are still good friends and I talk to her regularly on the phone. She knows I have these desires for feminized men from time to time and that it is a fun fetish for me and not a lifestyle."

      "And she still wanted to have you as her long term beau, even husband?" Martin said looking confused.

      Darren laughed. He looked at Martin.

      "I'm going to step into the bathroom for a moment. Why don't you sit down and try to relax," Darren said motioning to the bed. "I know you must me very uncomfortable right now."

      "Yes, yes I am," Martin said stepping toward the bed.

      Martin sat on the corner of the bed. He could hear Darren relieving himself in the toilet. Martin opened his purse and pulled out a camera.

      "The secret sex tape," he said to himself under his breath. "What a fucking joke," he thought to himself.

      It was something that Constance insisted he return to her. She said it had to exist. First the rumors of a relationship, then a sex tape supposedly exist only to surface later as evidence of the indiscretion. This is why Martin and Darren couldn't just pretend they had had sex in the room together. Martin actually had to have sex with the man and document it with the camera she had supplied him. It would probably be used against him in court and his public shame would be unmatched, but he would be divorced and allowed to leave the country and this was the thing he kept telling himself.

      Martin sat the camera on the desk. He then looked in the mirror. Martin seldom was able to look at his feminized appearance for much more than a quick glimpse of a passing mirror.

      "Is that me?" he asked the mirror moving in closer. He wanted to pull the curlers out of his hair and throw them in disgust. Such public displays of the feminine process were only being used to draw more attention to him and not for beauty's sake. They could have dried his hair at the manor before he left if that was the case. Martin knew deep down that the curlers in his hair was being done just to entertain the public and their perception of him while they giggled and laughed openly at this feminized image he had been forced to become. The comments behind his back, and now even more often, to his face.

      Darren walked back into the room with only a towel wrapped around his waist. Martin was still staring in the mirror when he noticed him enter from the corner of his eye. Martin was shocked and caught off guard the Darren was stripped down already.

      "OH!!!"  Martin said standing straight up suddenly and taking a couple of steps back. "I was not expecting you to......well, I didn't know you were ready to get started." Martin looked down at the towel.

      Darren grinned.

      "I am on your schedule Marcia. I just thought I would go ahead and remove my clothes. I mean that is why we are here. Right?"

      "Yes, of course it is," Martin said trying to calm himself. 

      Martin watched Darren placed a tube of lubricant on the nightstand beside the bed. Seeing Darren wearing just a towel and ready to perform with lubricant in hand made Martin a little queasy. 

      "This is all real and about to happen." Martin thought to himself. "I'm going to have sex with this man."

      Darren arranged the pillows on the bed.

      "Uhm Darren. You do realize I am going to be recording this. I mean were you told that when you agreed to all this?" Martin said hoping to put apprehension in the man's willingness. "The camera is over there, Your face should be obscured."

      "That's fine," he said. "My back will be to the camera most of the time anyway and besides this will help you escape your arranged marriage. Right?"

       "Yeah right." It warmed Martin's heart to hear him say that, but still Martin so didn't want to do this, but needed to.

       Martin closed his eyes and took a deep breath. As Darren took his hand and turned him so he was sitting on the corner of the bed again.

      "It's ok,"  He said then dropped the towel and turned to face Martin.

      Martin's entire body tensed up now at the sight of this naked man. The things that had concerned Martin most were the things that he found the most disgusting to think about. The size of the Darren's penis. Girls always wondered about the sizes of men's dicks but for different reasons. Martin hoped for a smaller not bigger dick. He agonized over the very idea that he thought about the size of other men's dicks so much now as a straight man. 

      Darren's dick was long and limp, but not fat like his husbands. This Martin hoped would lessen the pressure and pain of his asshole being stretched wide as it slid in. Darren was not circumcised and the foreskin came to a point and covered the head of his penis. 
     Martin bowed his head slightly and placed his fingertips to his forehead, "How can I even being thinking like this," he thought after having mentally evaluated Darren's dick size.
Darren gently ran his hands over Martin curlers with a sympathetic smile on his face.

      "Are you alright?" he asked Martin.

      "Darren, before we start, please remember that I am a straight man, and I am only doing this under extreme duress. If I say things and do things that make you believe I am changing my mind and enjoying this, it is just for the camera and not for you. And.." he started and paused.
      "And what?" Darren asked.
      "Once we start, don't stop no matter what I say. I may not emotionally be able to handle this, but I have to do it," he said looking up at Darren a little teary. "So, don't stop even if I ask you to," he said softly. "Just finish it." 

       Darren tilted Martin's head back and kissed him deeply on his red lips. Martin cringed, gripping the bed covers with both hands, digging his fingertips in tight. Darren released the kiss and smiled at Martin. Nothing was said.
         
      Darren then got up and turned the camera on to start the recording.

       Darren moved close to the bed. Martin reached out and took Darren's dick in his hand and pulled the foreskin back slightly and kissed the head. He then began slowly massaging Darren's balls as his other hand massaged the mans dick. As he massaged the man's sexual organs so they would grow stiff and hard for penetration of his own ass hole, he would plant a gentle kiss on the head from time adding to the excitement and pleasure of Darren. Martin tried to stay focus on why he was doing this, but still it couldn't change the reality that he was now stimulating a man's dick for penetration in his own ass.

      Darren rubbed Martin's shoulders and neck as he worked. As Darren's dick grew harder Martin noticed it was slightly curved. He had never seen a dick that curved like that, not that he ever looked for one. Martin licked the head a few times then with a deep sigh of resignation he placed Darren's dick in his mouth and began giving a very vigorous oral massage for the camera.

      Darren would pull Martin's head forward and hold him for a moment but unlike his husband when Martin began to gag and choke with it in his throat Darren would let go of his neck allowing Martin to recover before he continued the oral massage.

       Martin gripped the cheeks of Darren's ass with both hands, his long red fingernails pressing in deeply and then pulled himself back and forth as fast as he could go. It was humorous in a way watching Martin's head slide back and forth so fast, but again Darren found it so erotic just watching the effort and the length of time he was able to do it. Martin's large hoop earrings were bouncing off the sides of his head continuously, one even flipped up and got hung on a hair curler. Darren gently pulled the earring loose with his fingers and it began flopping about again from his earlobe matching the other one, a sight Darren was enjoying.

      Darren pulled Martin tight to him and held him firmly again. His dick deep in Martin's throat.

      "Take your panties off and get on all fours on the bed here at the end so I can lubricate you, then I want you to lay on your back and spread your legs wide for me. Can you do that?" Darren asked as Martin began to choke on the erection and pushed away. 

      Martin just nodded yes and stood up. He pulled his panties down from under his dress and crawled up on the bed while Darren retrieved the lube. Martin put his head down so his ass was high in the air and Darren flipped the skirt of his dress up over his back. There was a quiet moment the Martin's butt cheeks were parted and a well lubricated finger was inserted in his ass.

      Martin gripped the bed with his fingers. His eyes teared up, not because he had just sucked a man's dick but because of what was about to happen next. Even though Darren was taking all precautions and was sympathetic to Martin's living nightmare, Darren was still a man and about to have sex with Martin and nothing could change that fact.

      Martin pulled up his skirt and turned to face Darren then lay down on the bed face up a pillow under his lower back. A tear formed in the corner of Martin's then he spread his legs wide revealing his own dick and balls hanging limp as they possibly could be.

      Darren touched Martin's balls gently. Martin immediately reacted putting his hand on Darren's.

      "Do you have to do that" Martin asked looking him in the eye with a concerned pleading look.

      "Yes, I would like to be able to touch you while we do this," Darren said softly. "I wont hurt you, I promise."

      Martin slowly withdrew his hand and allowed Darren to manipulate his penis and balls.

      Darren crawled up on the bed between Martin's legs.

      "Lift your legs in the air for me," Darren said as he now leaned over Martin. "That's it, get those feet high in the air," Darren said with a look of uncontrolled desire in his eyes. Martin did as he said lifting the high heels he was wearing toward the ceiling.

       "Uh," Martin groaned softly as the head of Darren erection touched Martin's tightly closed butt hole.

      "Are you ok?" Darren asked still pulling on Martin's penis as if it would react to all this.

      "Yes, just get it done please," Martin said feeling the head pressuring again and then slipping in. 

      The lubrication had made the experience much less painful as well as the fact that Darren's dick was not near as big around as the Baron's.

       Darren slipped all the way in. Martin's back arched and he groaned as he felt every inch as it went deeper and deeper into his rectum. Once in Darren slowly and gently began the back and forth motion that was giving him much pleasure. He had his hand back under pulling on Martin's dick still.

      Martin closed his eyes. It was happening. Martin was now being fucked by a man outside his marriage without permission from his husband thus he was committing adultery. He would be ridiculed and scorned by the community. He would be publicly shamed as a sex crazed crossdressing man. It would all be difficult for him. He new Constance would make this a living hell for a short while. then he would.................

       "Wait....." Martin's mind said suddenly jolting back into reality. "What was that?" his eye widened and he looked about.

       A strange sensation of an itch had moved from his inner thigh up his back through his shoulder and into the back of his neck causing him to tilt his head and lean into it.

      "OMG," he said out loud again as the intensity of the sensation became so great that his body was now having uncontrolled responses. His legs were straight up in the air trembling and uncontrolled. His toes curled under in the high heels his toenails digging in the shoes.

      He flung his head back and wrapped his arms around Darren and hung on with everything he had.

      "AAAHHHH!!!! OH MY GOD!!!!" Martin screamed as he had a thunderous orgasm. Shooting his own cum with such power that it hit him in his own face and landed in the curlers on his head. Martin screamed again and spasmed out another huge ejaculation of semen.

     Martin was wrapped tightly around Darren now and totally physically spent.

      "Hey hold it down in there," a guy in the next room said banging on the wall.

     Martin began to weep openly as Darren gently pulled his own dick out and lifted himself off the bed.

      "What just happened to me?" Martin said crying his hands over his face completely ashamed. "Why did I do that? Am I gay?"

      Darren sat on the bed next to him.

      "It's ok Marcia. No you're not gay, you got your prostate massaged and your body reacted to that, not the sex act with me." Darren took Martin's hand and held it.

       "It was.....OMG, Darren it was terr.......," Martin began crying shaking his head, "It was so damned wonderful. I've never had an intense orgasm like that, ever. Now I have the most powerful male moment of my life and I'm dressed as a woman and being fucked by a man. This isn't right."

       "It isn't unusual for this to happen. You were more relaxed with me perhaps it was less painful and I hit the right spot. If you enjoyed the feeling don't be ashamed of it. Nobody has to know this happened to you."

      "I know it happened," Martin said looking at him, "and it's on the camera."

       "You may wish to do it again someday then when you feel less guilty about it."

       "Don't say that. I'm so weak right now."

       "Well the good news is we can get ready to go now if you like. We have done the deed," Darren said standing up and wrapping the towel around himself. 

       "So you don't think that me dressing like a woman and having to live as one has caused me to become homosexual in some weird way?" Martin said through tears with a smile at the silliness of the statement.

       "No, not at all," Darren said with a laugh, "I think you are all man and have a perfectly functioning prostate like a real man."

        "Darren, please keep this between us, I mean the fact I had an orgasm. Swear you will never speak a word of it to anyone."

       "Never," Darren said pretending to lock his lips.

       Martin got out of the bed and straightened out the skirt of his dress.

      "How many rendezvous were we supposed to have?" Martin asked walking over to him eyes to the floor a little embarrassed for having asked.

       "This is the only one I was told about. We are suppose to do some public lunches. I will get dressed and then we can leave as soon as you are ready."

       "No wait, I uh... I want to do this again, I want to have that feeling again," Martin said looking firmly into Darren's eyes. "It doesn't change my hate for my forced lifestyle in anyway. It was just so..........And you will tell nobody." Martin snapped another look at Darren.

        "Ok," Darren said with a smile. "When do you want it, you name the time."

        "Today, here, just give me time to rest up." Martin went into the bathroom pulled up his skirt and sat on the toilet to pee. "OMG I can't believe I'm actually asking you to do this," he yelled in the echo of the bathroom.

       "Hey, hold it down in there," the man from next door yelled again banging on the wall.

       It was the physical release of his life. From the tips of his toes to his scalp everything itched, everything tingled, and it all exploded together in a fulfilling few seconds of satisfaction that had Martin only wanting to do it again. He didn't care how he looked right now or that a man named Darren was doing it to him. He wanted that feeling again and it would be a secret between him and Darren.
      Martin lay on his back again, but this time when Darren mounted him there was a smile on Marti's face, though his face did squint with discomfort while being penetrated. Martin wrapped his arms around Darren and put his legs almost straight up pointing his toes at the ceiling and kicking his legs back and forth. Martin waited, then he felt the itch that began to grow. Martin waited for the orgasm then it came. Martin screamed in ecstasy at the top of his lungs. 
     It was good and bad this time. Martin realized as he lay there afterwards that no woman had ever made him feel this. He also couldn't deny the fact that second orgasm was better than the first.