One for the Team Ch. 06

Quinn's manhood was rock-hard and gnarly, with prepucial lumps and protuberances on the shaft and bulging purple veins pulsing under the translucent flesh. It was huge and a string of pre-ejaculate hung from the eye.

Holding her breath Charlotte buried her head in Quinn's fetid crotch and engulfed his manhood. She pushed back his foreskin with her lips and cleaned away the smegma with her tongue and spat it on the floor. Having cleaned his malodorous appendage as best she could she got to work fellating him.

Quinn put his hands either side of Charlotte's head and drove his cock in and out of her mouth, fucking her face. Charlotte remained passive and sucked and slavered at his cock and cupped and gently squeezed his scrotum attempting to bring him to climax as soon as possible. He drove her face into his reeking crotch, his pubic hair rasping her delicate skin like a wire brush, driving his cock all the way inside her mouth and making her gag.

Despite her discomfort Charlotte smiled; he was going to come and this would soon be over.

Quinn violently pushed Charlotte away from him and she fell to the floor.

"Oh no you don't gilly; I want it the proper way," Quinn reached down and dragged Charlotte to her feet.

He nodded towards the bedrooms but Charlotte recalled the putrid bedding on the mouldy mattresses. She looked around the kitchen but there was nowhere suitable here either. She made her way over to one of the hard backed kitchen chairs and leaned over it. She hiked up her skirt and pulled down the back of her tights and knickers exposing just enough of herself to allow Quinn to do what he wanted to do to her.

She saw her purse on the table and rummaged through it as Quinn came in behind her, kicking her ankles wider apart. Charlotte put her hand behind her offering Quinn the KY Jelly.

"Oh no gilly; that cream is for poofs," he hawked up a gob of spittle and spat in his hand.

He rubbed the spit on his penis and without any preamble he gripped Charlotte's hips and drove himself all the way inside her. The pain was searing but once he was deep in her anus he remained still. Charlotte guessed he didn't want to come too soon so he was resting, but in any event it worked in her favour. She was able to relax her sphincter and anus to accommodate him. When the pain was sufficiently dissipated she pushed back against Quinn and gyrated her buttocks.

"You're a fucking whore you are gilly. You remind me of those ladyboys who strutted their stuff on Bugis Street in Singapore when I was in the navy. You could press them against the wall of the shitter for a tenner and bum them all night and they'd wriggle their little brown arses just like you're doing now," Quinn said.

Charlotte said nothing; she just pressed back against Quinn and wriggled her buttocks, keen to get this over with. To her surprise she became erect as Quinn began to fuck her. She deduced a fat cock working her sphincter and pressing on her prostate had the same effect regardless of who owned it. She flooded her panties when Quinn gripped her tight and slammed himself inside her and orgasmed.

She bit her lip so he wouldn't have the satisfaction of hearing her gasp as she climaxed.

When Quinn had finished with her he withdrew his penis and wiped it on his dirty old handkerchief and put it away and pulled up his trousers. Charlotte found a tissue in her bag and she squeezed her anus to expel as much of Quinn's seed as she could and then wiped it away. She adjusted her clothing and turned to face him.

"Once a week. Twenty quid and a fuck," Quinn grunted.

"Agreed but only with me; you don't get to fuck the other girls," Charlotte took out her compact and reapplied her lipstick.

"You're a cold calculating bitch aren't you?" Quinn smiled, exposing his snooker-set of teeth.

"I do what needs to be done Mister Quinn, now if you will excuse us, my colleague and I have work to do," she dropped her lipstick and compact in her purse and snapped it shut.

Quinn left the cottage and William came back inside. He offered Charlotte a cigarette but she declined. She rinsed her mouth out under the tap to rid herself of the taste of Quinn's penis.

"Did I hear you right when you told Quinn that he would be getting his taste once a week from you but not from the others?" William lit up.

Charlotte nodded.

"Who are the others?" William asked.

"Oh I forgot to tell you. That's another job for you. You need to recruit two more girls. The two of us can't work this place every night and weekends, our grades will suffer and our arses will fall out," Charlotte was walking around the cottage making a mental list of tasks that needed to be completed before they could open for business.

"So I'm just going to walk up to two young gay men and tell them to put on a dress and makeup and bend over to make a couple of quid a week," William said sarcastically.

"Don't be silly William. You know all the gays on campus and I bet there are couple of effeminate types who would be willing to play a little dressup while they are being bummed," Charlotte closed a kitchen closet and then opened another to inspect it.

"You put it so eloquently," William sat down on one of the couches and immediately regretted it as a cloud of dust rose around him.

But Charlotte was right. William's gaydar had allowed him to identify all the homosexuals at the college and in fact there was a set of twins who might be willing to play dressup. William had a formed a casual sexual relationship with both of the twins and like him, they were always short of cash.

"I think I might know a couple of potential transvestites," William said.

"Good. You groom them initially and I'll get this placed cleaned up and organise the booze. I want to open in a week. I'll have a look at the two girls you've recruited once you've taught them to dress and how to present enfemme," Charlotte joined William in the lounge.

"How am I going to groom them Charlotte?" William asked.

"The same way I groomed you ducky," Charlotte smiled and leaned in and kissed William softly on the cheek.

To be continued