Date: Sun, 25 Dec 2011 08:41:08 +0100
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Tracey. Chapters One & Two

     This story is for persons of eighteen years or over. All comments,
good or bad are welcome and all will be answered.

                                           Chapter One

     I woke up rather dreamily but knew exactly where I was as I stretched
and felt the warmth of the man next to me. Yesterday had been my twenty
first birthday, an event in its own right, but it was also the day I had
got married to this man lying in bed beside me.

     I loved and was loved in return by him and I wriggled that little bit
closer to the man I married and repeated my new name to myself. Mrs Tracey
Kane. Yesterday it was Tracey Spencer, but now it was Kane.

     I turned onto my side and looked at the profile of the man I had
really only known for about six weeks and had fallen in love the first time
I set my eyes on him. I vowed there and then that this was the man for me,
even before he had me in bed. To tell the truth, it was really me that took
him to bed. What happened was more down to him than to me. He made love to
me twice during that first night and I knew he would be mine forever.

     I drew the covering sheet down to reveal his body and the fresh bullet
wound on his shoulder that he received yesterday and the knife wound in his
side from an earlier attack. But these I had seen before as I had that
organ of his that was now at its biggest as it was every morning. Lying
there on his stomach like an over large sausage that had a pulse of its
own, twitching in his dreams.

     Every morning since I'd been going to bed with him, he was like this,
hard, erect and pulsating as it throbbed with the blood being pushed round
it and I put my hand on it and curled my fingers round it to feel the beat
of his heart. I did this slowly as I didn't want to wake him just yet for I
wanted to feel the softness of the thin membrane of skin that sheathed this
piece of iron. This hard flesh that I desperately craved to have inside me
but refrained for the moment as I just loved to gently stroke him like
this. To feel every small knotted muscle that the skin hid from sight
except the engorged head that was half exposed from under the foreskin. It
was a fiery red and seemed to glow as the whole penis throbbed in my hand,
the eye almost winking at me.

     I also had the desire to take it into my mouth at this stage, but
again I held back for a few minutes more to look at the sac beneath that
held his balls. Those elliptical things that manufactured the sperm that
would boil inside before it gathered together like molten plasma to force
its way to the surface like the lava of a volcano as the penis was excited
by my hand or mouth.

     Without the fire and brimstone, this sperm would finally erupt and
spray out that life giving seed in multiple bursts that was nectar to me,
as I had in the past taken it in my mouth to savour before swallowing.

     But now, this first morning after our marriage, it was my turn to take
him into me for he had taken me several times last night. Now it was my
turn and I gave the head of his cock a gentle kiss and carefully rose up on
the bed and got my leg across his body and then held his erection
upright. I placed it in the right position and then slowly sank down onto
it, feeling it widen me with some pain but one that I liked for it was the
prelude to having him inside me. Then, with the head of this massive cock
inside me, I sank down, feeling him expand and fill me till I thought it
was going to emerge from out of my throat.

     It wasn't until I came to a halt by sitting on his thighs with him
deep inside of me did he stir and become awake.

     `Good morning Mr Kane. Did you sleep well?' I asked as I moved myself
up and down on his organ.

     `Very well Mrs Kane, thank you. You look bright and perky this morning
and I see you are on top of things,' he grinned.

     `I prefer it when you're on top of me doing this,' I said as I used my
inner muscle to squeeze him. `Do you want me to stop?'

     `No,' he groaned. `I'm nearly there.' So I kept moving on him till he
took over and bucked his hips upwards until I felt him begin to come. With
short sharp jerks, he almost dislodged me as he came and he heaved a big
sigh and then relaxed on the bed. I didn't really want him out of me but I
still wanted to suck on his organ while it was still hard. So I climbed off
of him and went into the bathroom and brought back a warm wet cloth and a
towel and washed and dried him and then began to suck on him before it
deflated.

     I liked sucking and licking his penis even when it was flaccid and
kept on till he asked what the time was.

     `I don't clock watch when I'm busy,' I mumbled round his limp dick.

     `Much as I like what you are doing, I've got a lot of things to do
before we go on our honeymoon.'

     `Honeymoon!' I cried, letting his penis flop back between his
legs. `Did you say honeymoon?'

     `I did,' he smiled as he pulled me up into his arms and let me kiss
him. `Where would you like to go?'

     `I don't care as long as it's with you,' I answered him.

     `Well how about Hong Kong?'

     `You're not kidding me, are you,' I asked, not quite believing my
ears.

     `No. The Peninsular Hotel, Hong Kong.'

     `Oh you darling!' I cried, flinging myself back into his arms and
kissing him again. `When do we go?'

     `This evening, from Heathrow.'

     `Wowee! Wait till I tell Toni.'

     Toni had been my bridesmaid and had stayed overnight in one of our
four bedrooms, though I think she would have been in Pieter's room. He is a
white South African and was the best man for Marcus at our wedding. I
jumped out of bed and opened the wardrobe and began pushing my dresses from
side to side. Though I'd only been living in the apartment with Marcus a
short while, I'd accumulated several dresses and now they didn't seem right
for a honeymoon.

     `I must see if Toni will come with me to buy something decent,' I said
and I went to the door of our bedroom.

     `I wouldn't go out there like that,' Marcus said from the bed.

     `Why not?' I asked, looking down at my nakedness. `Toni knows what I
look like and I'm sure Pieter knows too.'

     `But Kate doesn't,' he remarked.

     `Oh!' It was true. Kate was our new housemaid and breakfast cook and
she didn't really know the set up here. `Yes, you're right it would give
her shock to see me naked.'

     The reason I said this was because I too was a male, married to
another man. I forgot to tell you this in the beginning for I've always
thought of myself as being a woman. I hate my man's body and wish that I
had breasts and a vagina instead of the small cock and balls that I was
born with.

     The saving grace is that I have the facial features and hair of a
woman. Even my waist is slender and my legs are slim and I have nice trim
ankles. So when I am dressed up in my finery, no one can tell the
difference. It was good for my job and that was where I first saw Marcus.



				Chapter Two

     I'm not a true transvestite because I wear female clothing all the
time, and as a cabaret artiste, it's part of my job. I was working in a
transvestite club called the Blue Parrot in Berlin when I saw Marcus come
in for the first time.

     I liked the look of this man for he wasn't one of the usual run of the
mill men we had in there to ogle the performers on the stage knowing that
they were men beneath their make-up and dresses. Some of the girls, as we
called each other, would turn a trick or two out in the cottages, this
being our term for the toilets.

     Marcus was different, for he sat alone at a table and only gave the
stage a cursory glance or two and seemed more interested in the patrons
that came in. I tried to get him to buy me a drink at the first opportunity
I had, but he ignored me. Not only me, but all the others that solicited
drinks between our stint on the stage. We had to circulate amongst the
punters to encourage them to buy the drinks that the club sold at enormous
inflated prices. But no one had any luck with him. He not only intrigued me
but I thought him very attractive and wondered what he was like below the
waist

     I've been with quite a few men in the past and knew exactly what I was
looking for. A man that was big and strong in the sex department but one
that also had the capacity for love. Marcus seemed to fit the bill but I
had to be sure and so I tried to attract his attention.

     It was on the second night that I managed to catch his eye and got him
to buy me a drink, but that was as far as it went. He still seemed to be
absorbed with looking at every person who entered the club than in me. Not
to put a finer point on it, but I was the most attractive female
impersonator in the whole club and had many men who would have liked to
sample my wares. But it was him I wanted.

     It was on the third night that it happened. He entered the club at
opening time and watched everybody else who came in. It was nearly closing
time and I was just finishing my act which was the last one before the
finale when it happened. All of us performers did three songs and sometimes
dances in each stint and I had just started when three men came in and sat
together at a table. These three caught the attention of Marcus and he
watched them intently as they spoke amongst themselves only buying one
drink each.

      I had just finished my third song and dance when I saw Marcus go over
to their table and start talking to them. I don't know what was said, but
as I got off the stage, I saw one of the three stand up and pull a gun out
of his coat. At the sight of it, Marcus lunged across the table at the man
as he fired. I didn't know then that the shot had hit Marcus in the head
for he carried on right across the table and hit the man in the
throat. This man fell backwards, knocking into one of the others who was
himself pulling a gun out of his coat. This gave Marcus the time to swing
on him and floor him with one blow, but now he was staggering as he got up
from the shambles of the broken chairs and table. He rounded on the third
man who seemed to forget about trying to pull a gun out and raised his arm
up to protect himself. The snap as his arm was broken I quite clearly heard
and the man fell to the floor with a scream.

     By the time I got to the melee, all three men were on the floor and
Marcus was staggering around and I then saw that blood was streaming down
his face from the first bullet fired. I thought he was going to take a
swing at me for he had a crazy look in his eyes, but he must have seen that
it was a woman coming to his aid and he let me put my arm up under his to
keep him from falling to the floor.

     I managed to keep him upright and got him out of the club before the
police arrived. Otto, a friendly cab driver helped me get him inside the
taxi and I had him drive us to an obscure hotel called the Berlin Palace.

     Now I very seldom wear panties except if the dance would entail me
swirling around so that I didn't show my parts to the audience. But I was
wearing them that time and I quickly pulled them off and helped staunch the
flow of blood from his head wound and also clean up that part of his face
that was bloody by the time we got to the hotel.

     I told Otto that I would pay the fare later as he helped me get Marcus
inside the hotel lobby. I told the desk clerk that my husband and I had
been mugged and that I'd dropped the car keys, our baggage being inside the
car and could we have a room for a couple of nights.

     `Did they take all our money darling,' I said to Marcus, hoping that
he spoke German like I did and was thankful that he answered in the same
language.

     `In my trouser pocket,' he mumbled. I delved in and pulled out quite a
bundle of German Euros and was able to pay for the room in advance. This
satisfied the desk clerk and gave us a key and also some plasters for my
husband's head. I signed the register as Herr and Frau Kaufmann, plucking
the name out of the air.

     I got Marcus up to the room and took him straight through to the
bathroom. I sat him on the toilet and got his jacket off of him, astounded
to find that he was wearing a shoulder harness with a gun inside it beneath
his coat. This I got off him too and then ripped his shirt off. It was too
bloody to try and clean and not worth saving, but I was able to use the
tail end as cleaning cloths and a makeshift bandage.

     He just sat there not saying a word as I cleaned him up as best I
could and bandaged his head and got him back into the bedroom and sat him
on the bed. He just seemed to be hanging in there as I got his shoes,
socks, trousers and underpants off and rolled him onto his back and covered
him up with the sheet and blanket.

     I took his gun harness and coat from the bathroom and put them on the
chair and cleaned up the mess we'd made. He was out like a light and gently
snoring when I'd finished and as I didn't relish sleeping in the only chair
the room had, undressed myself and got into bed with him.

     I wasn't prepared for what happened during the night and I woke up
lying on my side with his cock pushing hard up against my bum. I wasn't
sure what to do, but he did. He reared up in the bed and pulled me up onto
my knees and got behind me. Even though I was half asleep, I knew what was
going to happen and didn't try to stop him as he roughly pushed himself
into me and gave me one of the best fucks I'd had for a long time. His
hands were firm on my hips as he pulled me back onto him as he thrust
forward and I loved this sudden attack on my person and almost drooled as
he battered his thighs up against the cheeks of my bum. He let out a howl
as he came, grinding his hips tight to me as he jerked his come into me and
I loved it.

     I gave a cry when he pulled out and flopped down on to the bed on his
back and continued to snore as though he'd never woken up. I got off the
bed and went and got a wet cloth to wash him, and after drying him, got
back into bed and off to sleep again.

     He astounded me by giving me a repeat performance a couple of hours
later. I'm sure he was still asleep but it didn't stop him from entering me
again to give me another glorious fuck. Hammering at my ring piece until he
finally gripped my hips hard and gave me several short sharp stabs as he
came, filling me for the second time with his sperm. Like before, he pulled
out and fell back asleep and I got up and washed him again.

     I woke up first in the morning and he was still gently snoring as he
lay on his back and I felt down and found he was as hard as he had been
during the night when he had me. Now was my turn I thought, and I pushed
the covers back and got astride of him and holding his erection up, lowered
my body down till I had him back up inside me. God it was lovely. His cock
was one of the largest I'd ever had and I simply loved it. This time I
wanted some relief so as I bounced up and down on him, I jerked myself off
as he came awake. He came, I came, but into tissues whereas his come I felt
shoot up into my insides and that triggered my coming into the tissues.

     Now this was where the fun started, for he didn't know who or where he
was. The bullet that had creased his head, making quite a deep furrow, had
robbed him of his memory. The only thing that annoyed me was that he didn't
remember fucking me twice during the night. So I became his comrade in arms
in more than one way to try and help him regain his identity.

     One help was that he spoke fluent German as I did. How I came to learn
it I will bring that in later, but for now, it was enough that he knew. He
wanted to know what had happened and so I told him while I was cuddled up
in his arms. I also told him of how I happened to be as I was and how I
finished up in this club in Berlin.

     I think it was my relating of my earlier life that roused him up again
and though he had no recollection of having had me during the night, I
insisted that he took me again. This time I think he enjoyed sticking his
cock into and fucking me for I sure did. I think we had another sleep then
but I had to find out about the fracas at the club, so I got up and got
dressed. I think it turned him on to see me put on my suspender belt and
then pull on my stockings and fix them to the studs from the straps. Then
came the padded bra and finally the dress. I brushed my hair but didn't
have any make-up with me, so I had to go without doing my face.

     I got a local paper and an Indian take-away for us to eat and then I
saw to his head wound and redressed it for him. The paper had said about
the fight in the club but no details. By the time we'd finished eating, I
had to go to work. But I was soon back as the club had been closed and
there wasn't any mention of Marcus by the police who interviewed me. The
only news I had was that one was dead, well the second one too, for he died
later in hospital while the third man got away with just a broken arm.

     By now, having seen this man naked and vulnerable in the bed the night
before, I found myself falling in love with him. The size of his organ
helped this along for it was the biggest one I'd ever had up inside me and
I wanted more and more of it, so I had him fuck me again before we went to
sleep that night.

     We had sex in the morning and every other morning after that as well
as at night and the odd one during the day as we tried to back track on
what had brought about the fight at the club.

     The other side must have had the same idea for though I made Marcus up
with some cosmetics to change his appearance, the man with the broken arm
couldn't disguise his problem. He had turned up at the club the following
night with another two heavies and I wondered what was going to happen. I
soon found out.

     I was doing my usual round of the tables of the punters between my
stints on the stage, trying to get them to buy drinks when I was roughly
pulled to one side by one of these heavies.

     `Where is he,' one man snarled at me, his grip hurting me.

     `Who?' I got out, `and let go of my arm.'

     `Not until you tell us where he is. You were seen leaving the club
with him.' His grip really hurting my arm. I then had the other arm gripped
by the next heavy and then almost dragged towards the rear exit of the
club. `You'll tell us or you'll need a plastic surgeon to put you right
when we've finished with you,' he said as I was dragged out into the back
alley.

     `I don't know what you are talking about,' I yelled as I struggled to
try and get free from their grips. I was facing the club's rear exit door
as it burst open and Marcus was framed in the light. The man holding my
right arm pulled out a gun and fired it at Marcus but missed. Marcus didn't
as he pulled his gun out and shot this man and the hand was violently
ripped away from my arm by the force of the bullet hitting him. I then
swung this now freed arm round to strike the other man holding me and
managed to delay him in getting his gun out.

     Marcus fired again and this one was knocked arse over tit as he too
was struck by a high velocity bullet. Marcus was quickly over to hold me
and then we both knelt down to this second man and Marcus tried to find out
why they were trying to find and kill him. But all the man managed to get
out before dying was that they would get him and Tolliver before they were
through.

     It was through the broken armed man that we found out more for Marcus
had rendered him unconscious before following me out of the club. We had
Otto take him from the club and find out where he went. First it was to an
hotel to report and then to a warehouse near the airport. The man he'd met
in the hotel was the vice president of the European Commercial Bank in
Berlin. That didn't help us then but when we raided the warehouse the
following night, we found printing presses being used to forge money on and
now had a link between the money making factory and this Berlin bank. But
this is where I saved his life for we were surprised inside by the man with
broken arm, and he had a gun in his hand pointing at Marcus. I gave out a
shout and the man turned towards me and fired, which gave Marcus the time
he needed to pull out his gun and shoot the man before he himself was shot.

     With all this being found out, Marcus and I were now constantly
sleeping together and I actually got him to go down on me and so we now
were able to suck one another off and exchange sperm between us as we
kissed. I was really getting to love this man.

     We found Tolliver the next day, or rather he found us. We'd just sat
down at an outside table of an Italian restaurant when this man came over
to us and said he'd been looking all over Berlin for Marcus. It was then
that we learned that Marcus' surname was Kane.

     Then all hell broke loose again as a passing car opened fire on us,
Marcus saving me by knocking me to the ground, but he couldn't save the
people at the table behind us. Poor Tolliver died too in this attack.

     What the hell was I getting myself into, I thought. Men get shot left
right and centre and the only thing that kept me with Marcus was that I was
sure that I loved him and his big prick.

     He'd found some car keys on Tolliver and this led us to find his car
and where he'd been staying in Berlin, and on the pretext of collecting his
clothes and paying his hotel bill, were we able to get access to his
room. The only clue we found were in his clothes, giving us the name of his
tailor in London. We also found a pad with the indentation of an hotel
number which proved to be the hotel where Marcus had been staying, but we
didn't get any clues from what we found there.

      So off to England we went, me driving Tolliver's car and abandoning
it at Calais. I managed to distract the customs when we landed from the
ferry for Marcus to get through without having his luggage searched and
them finding the gun he was carrying.

     We stayed in Dover for the night and then went onto London in the
morning. Marcus managed to get Tolliver's address out of his tailors, and
when we went there, found it had been ransacked. The problem was, the
intruder was still inside and he attacked Marcus, stabbing him in the side
with a knife. Marcus broke this man's neck and I found out that I knew the
now dead man. His nickname was Tampon and I used to go to school with him
and knew that he was a member of the Boyle gang.

     But we needed to know where Marcus lived in London and the only clue
was still that of Tolliver. As they knew each other, it was assumed that
they both had their suits tailored in Saville Row, so back we went and
Marcus ordered some suits and almost blackmailed the tailor into finding
out from where he'd had his suits made before and that if he found the
address, he would have his business in the future.

     I was in awe when we pulled up outside a big mansion near Whitehall
and Marcus was greeted by the doorman whose name was Charlie and that he
and Captain Kane had served in the same unit in the army. It was only later
that we revealed to Charlie that Marcus had lost his memory and he was most
helpful when other things started to happen.

     Marcus had an apartment in this mansion and it was most lavish and I
was glad to see that there were no signs of there ever been any female
hands touching or arranging things. It was a bachelor's apartment. We later
learned that he owned the whole building of four apartments and the next
three mansions along the road too.

     Christ! I had fallen in love with a millionaire and he was showing
definite signs of loving me too. He banked at Coutts and was able to make a
substantial withdrawal and gave me one of the greatest thrills of my life
by giving me lots of money to go and spend on clothes. By clothes, he meant
dresses for that was all that I wore, plus the sexy underwear which I
noticed turned him on when he saw me in that state. The fact that I had a
small prick and balls between my legs didn't seem to matter for he had come
to love fucking me up the arse. Mind you, I liked him doing it too. I loved
every morning when we woke up together for he would either give me a right
good rogering or we would suck and kiss each other's erections and take
down the emissions. Because he found that I like being fucked in our way,
he let me do the same to him and he too enjoyed it, even though my cock was
half the size of his. We truly were becoming lovers by having and taking
each other in our sexual adventures in the bedroom.

     During this time I was still attending to his head wound and the one
to his side from the stabbing. It was this last that made him want to have
a go at the Boyle brothers gang. So we went and snatched one of
them. Having grown up in Whitechapel and knew the brothers and most of the
gang, it was easy to pick out the weakest one.

     He wasn't exactly tortured, but we got what we wanted out of him. He
was nicknamed the Weasel because he looked just like one and as a threat,
Marcus slit one of his nostrils instead of his throat. He had given us a
name and that was of a certain Mr Wilson who was the vice president of the
London branch of the European Commercial Bank. The same as what had been
involved with the currency forging in Berlin. Now we were really getting
somewhere.

     By diligent checking, we found out where this Wilson lived and we
waylaid him and after tying him naked to a tree, found out that the orders
he'd passed on to the Boyle gang had come from one Sir Bernard Brakestone,
nicknamed Bee Bee.

     By now I was convinced that Marcus was in love with me as much as I
was with him, for we fucked each other on a daily basis and I was glad that
he was such a strong man. Then I found out that other people loved him too,
though in a different way. It was through Charlie that we found out that
during a mission in the army while in the Middle East, Marcus, who had
joined as a lieutenant, made captain through some heroics, had saved his
squad from annihilation by defying a general of the army. It was an
impossible mission that had been planned and Marcus had devised a new one,
but when told to stick to the original plan, he refused and was called a
coward, so he knocked the general out and went and did the job his way and
it was a success without any loss of life. He was subsequently arrested and
court martialled, but before the verdict came in, he resigned his
commission.

     The whole squad who had been present when he laid the general out,
committed perjury on his behalf for by his action, he had saved their lives
in what would have been a futile frontal assault on the bridge they were to
have taken because the enemy knew they would be coming that particular
way. So when Marcus told Charlie that he was going to hit the Manor where
Brakestone lived, he volunteered the whole squad to go in with him.

     Both Marcus and I were flattered at this show of loyalty to an old
comrade and asked Charlie to get them set, but that Marcus and I would have
a look at the place first. We found, as we began to make our way to
Wiltshire where Brakestone Manor was, we noticed that we were being
followed. This developed into a car chase and I was terrified because it
was me that was doing the driving.

     The car chasing us was a more powerful one than that which I was
driving and soon caught us up on the A40 and forced us off the road. Here
there was another shoot out, me bent double in the car with Marcus firing
his gun over me. He managed to kill two of our attackers before two other
cars appeared on the scene and they took out the third attacker. One of
their cars had been damaged in the shoot out and, as it turned out, these
men were of the Special Branch and they said that Marcus was wanted for
murder.

     So in a short space of time, it became a hostage situation where
Marcus held a gun to my head and forced me to get in the undamaged car of
theirs to make our getaway. I think I even gave him a blow job on our
escape I was so excited by it all. We ditched the car and went by train,
not home, as I expected, but to Whitechapel where we went and confronted
the Boyle brothers to tell them that the latest attempt on his life had
failed.

     This really angered them as we found out later, but in the meantime,
Charlie had rounded up the squad and were raring to go into action again
with their beloved captain.

     We hit the Manor and succeeded in storming the place but because
Marcus hadn't wanted to kill anybody in the attack had issued rubber
bullets to us all. When Brakestone escaped, it was me that spotted him and
was very frustrated that I was firing these damn rubber things that just
bounced of the car he used.

     But the thrill of it all stayed with us and we had a lovely if violent
sex session that night. By now, I had seen him in action properly, leading
men into battle and bringing them all out safely after a successful
foray. This only enhanced my love for him and I think that he now
definitely loved me and wanted me as much as I wanted him. We fucked and
sucked each other as if it was the last day on earth. At the beginning of
our relationship, I think he had doubts as to his own sexual orientation
and couldn't quite accept the fact that before the amnesia, he might have
been a practising homosexual. Now I think he was sure that he was truly one
and so now wholeheartedly let me make love to him as he made love to me,
i.e., fucking each other up the arse as well as cocksucking.

     We'd managed during the takeover of the Manor to find lots of
documents in the safe that would definitely incriminate Brakestone in this
currency swindle. Besides that, we'd netted quite a lot of money that went
into our pockets after paying off the squad for their efforts.

     It was the following day that we got nabbed by the Special Branch and
taken to an office in Whitehall to find out that they had known what we had
been doing all along. If fact, though without his memory, Marcus had gone
on and finished the job he had been sent out to Germany for. The man that
confronted us turned out to be his boss and when he said his name was
Spencer, I laughed and asked him if he was any relation to me as that had
been my maiden name. He didn't think it a joke for he told us that he knew,
in spite of the dress I was wearing, that I was a man and that we had been
co-habituating together.

     Marcus blew up and told him to mind his own business, but it didn't
faze the man. He couldn't care one way or the other as long as it didn't
impair Kane's ability to work and act out in the field. But because of the
stabbing and need of constant medical care, which I had been seeing to, let
him have a month's leave.

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