The chavs Sissy
Based on a factual start and a fictional ending (around 7 years ago - 2017)
Part 1
I had been driving for over 3 hours and it was getting dark and I was bord, the hotel was only an hour away but I needed something to take my mind away from the monotony of my drab reality, so I decided to take the opportunity to get a Big Mac, Coffee and browse a few web sites on my phone. I enjoyed looking at femdom sites, as well as viewing she male / tranny porn – all my guilty secrets and fantasies that I kept hidden, and always said that one day I would do something about it. This was my vice, my weakness, along with slot machines – or whatever they are called these days. For a time many years ago I did get addicted but managed to control it now, and I just use it as an escape, a bit of excitement. I generally set a budget of maybe £50, just to get that adrenaline rush of the potential big win, but in reality, a disappointing low when I am down to my last £1. That is about as exciting as my life gets. married, mortgage, kids, bills, stress …. As a sales manager, I spend most of my life on the road and tended to drift of when driving; exploring many fantasies that I had kept within but never had the balls to do anything about. I was just an ordinary guy, always avoiding confrontation at home, and at work, and found that day dreaming about been dominated, made to dress up as a sissy, and playing my controlled gambling allowed me some excitement. What a bore! I would squirrel away some cash over the month, and keep it in reserve to feed my habit. I always set of with the intent to use the cash to pay for a visit to pro domme or a Dom TV/TS to explore my fantasies. I would generally plan in my head a meet during the week, pick out a suitable mistress from the various web sites, day-dreamed about what may happen, run through the scenarios whilst driving, and would always get to the point of making the call to book a session, then bottle out and spend the cash on the machines, telling myself, if I win, I could spend more exploring my sexual desires and fantasies.
More recently, I discovered fabguys, and over the last year had set myself up a profile as a sub sissy, and bought a few items of fem lingerie, a wig and a few dresses. I had my dress up bag hidden in my car, and took the opportunity to dress and flirt when in hotels on my own, with the aim of meeting a guy , and the best thing of all was that it was free, so even if I did blow my cash on the slots, I could still keep the fantasy alive of meeting a guy at my hotel and let him dominate and use me. I was surprised at how many men liked sissies like me, some just wanted a quick blow and go, some wanted to humiliate and spank me and fuck me. I had a few selfie pics of myself (face hidden) on the site, and had been a few ‘friends’, that I flirted with , all dominant older men, and mist wanted me in a dress, stockings and heels, so to add to me excitement I would often wear a pair of hold ups under my trousers, and some sexy pink panties.
Motorway services were the perfect escape me, I always felt good, pulling of the road and they always had a good selection of modern slot machines and the jackpots now were high.
I sat in my car for a bit, scrolling through the fabguys sites looking at the pics of TV’s and CD’s. I loved the attention it brought me, and loved flirting with the guys who seemed interested in me. I used to “who is near” option, and that always gave me a thrill, especially there was someone close by interested in me.
My plan was to get to the hotel, which was an hour away at the next services, shower, maybe dress and flirt on line, probably have a wank and go to sleep. In my day dream, I would arrange for a guy to visit me, and see if he would spank me and let me suck him, but so far I had had 3 no shows, and I bottled out of one , so to date I never yet had the courage to go through with it. I had never yet sucked a cock, but since I started dressing, the desire to submit to a man was becoming more intense, and to be honest, a lot cheaper than paying for a dominant woman to spank and humiliate me.
When I walked in, I found the arcade section with the higher payout machines. There was a couple working two machines. She looked young; maybe mid 20’s and she had a baby in a pushchair, and kept rocking the chair, as she fed the machine. She was wearing tight grey leggings, croks, and a baggy low neck T shirt. She had long dyed red hair, tied in pony tail, and large loopy earrings. She had a lovely peachy arse, clearly wearing a g string, as I could see the outline, she was also tall, maybe 5ft 9. He was in jeans and T shirt, and a loose overshirt, bald, arms decorated with tattoos, stocky, and similar height, but looked a lot older – maybe late thirties, or even early 40s.
Anyway, as they were the only ones in the arcade area, I left them to the new modern machines, and went for my traditional favourites, and found my usual “deal or no deal” machine, looked Noel in the eye and started to feed the machine on the 50p per game setting.
I was sort of at right angles to the couple and as I played, I kept stealing a glance to my right, as I was convinced, she was not wearing a bra. Her pert breasts, seemed to have a life of their own as she went from her machine to his, then occasionally bending down to the pushchair. She had a few tattoos decorating her lower neck, and what looked to be a small one on the top of her breast, as well as some on her ankles. I could see her large nipples pushing against the material of her T shirt, and when she bent down, the view was tremendous, as her breasts seem to dance under her shirt, and she did not seem to care about how much flesh she exposed. I had to be careful – another weakness of mine – cleavage – and I have not managed to beat that obsession. Also, as I was now approaching my early 50’s and dressed in a shirt and tie I did not want them to think I was a dirty old pervert – which was exactly what I was I suppose, anyway - back to the slots.
Part 2
I went round a loop, put about £40 in, and took about £30 out – but it did the trick, and I was starting to feel relaxed. Then the guy started to swear loudly, hitting the machine, I stole a glance left, and they were both looking at the machine intently. He had his hand pressed against her lower back, his fingers just sloping inside the waistband of her leggings, and I every now and then his finger went further inside between the crack of her bum , and I am sure at one point it went lower , possibly between her lovely full rounded cheeks, so clear in the tight material of the leggings. Occasionally the swearing would change and he would start to say, “come on you bastard”, yes,, yes ,,,, , and then she would stop and watch his machine, then he would stop and give her guidance on what to hold on her machine. They were obviously experts, and seemed to be enjoying themselves.
I continued to flick between the machine but my focus was more on them rather than the machine, as I tried to be discrete. Then I thought I would try and get a better view and made out I was going for some change, and get a better view of her arse, and see what she was doing with her hand. Then my phone rang, and I could see it was my wife. This kicked me back into reality, so I put the phone down by the side of the change machine and let it ring off, not wanting to risk a conversation whilst I was gambling our money away. Then at the same time, the guy on the machine looked towards me and said that I had not picked up my change – and asked if my machine was not taking notes. I hesitated, caught off guard by his interest in me, and just said I tried but it kept retuning the notes – “yes” he said, “mine does that sometimes” …I could not believe that whilst he talked to me, she still had her hand inside his fly’s .. I did a double take, then averted my eyes as I collected the change. As I walked back to the machine, I could see her hand moving between his legs, and I am sure she was wanking him. When I got back to my machine, he turned and looked straight at me and smiled, then he asked , .. Are you winning mate ? - - “Err, no” I replied –“ just about even at the moment”. Then I said, “how about you”,,, - he said – “I am coming along fine”, and she laughed as he said it,
I continued to play, and 5 or 10 minutes past by, and I was getting close to my budget, and started drifting of in my head about the hotel and what I would do later that night, when the sound of her baby crying caught my attention. Then at the same moment I seemed to have hit a lucky streak, and went into the deal or no deal feature. As I was playing, I could not help the occasional look to my left, and to my surprise she was expressing milk from her breast as she stood next to him. They were both on edge, she was talking slowly to him, as he continued to finger her ass through her tight leggings, he had his hand firmly between her legs, using his thumb against her ass hole, and his middle finger was lost between her legs, probably pushing against her clit. I wanted to look, but thought better of it. I failed, I could not help myself , I was now hooked and paying less attention to the machine, just trying to see if I could catch a glimpse of her tits, or a nipple. I could not believe how indifferent they were to what people would think. There was CCTV in the arcade, but they just didn’t care, and I was sure there was a wet patch between her legs as she was pushing herself back against his hand, and they seemed oblivious to the world around them…. “OH, mmmmm, oh wow”, she started to mumble, and then laugh quietly….My mind was wandering, and then the next time I looked at my machine I had hit the jackpot £200. I could not help myself “get in” , ,, the machine went mad – I did not expect it, and they both recognised that joyous sound of a machine paying out the jackpot. They had stopped what they were doing and were both now watching me unload the machine. “Fucking Lucking sod”, he shouted.. then she said – “see I told you we should have went on that one – but you fucking said no,” I had never been so lucky. I stayed on the same machine for a few more minutes, dropping another £50, and feeling very pleased with myself, and for that moment had lost total interest in the voyage of his hand between her legs.
Now – this is the point where any sensible person would pack up and leave. I wish I had when I look back. But no .. I went on. I thought, what the hell, and decided to put aside £50 and try a different machine. This was breaking my golden rule. She had stopped milking herself, and went back to the machine and I moved across to the next machine, and was even closer to them now. Could not really steal a glace left, anymore to see how his hand was getting in between her legs, however a quick glance down to my left and I would be able to hopefully see down her t shirt. I could hear them talking, , sort of arguing – they had gone in a flash from frigging each other to arguing with each other. He was so annoyed, and so was she,,,”that’s it john”, she said, “this is all we have for shopping next week, you will have to borrow from your mother – as mine told me to fuck of as we still owe her Come on – we have to stop,, and the baby needs feeding and I can’t continue to do it here, not with that perv watching.” I went cold when I heard that, and felt like shit. He then told her to take the baby to the car and feed her, and that he would have 10 more minutes and needed a piss, and would see her back at the car. As she walked away with the pushchair, she shouted back to him, “and the fucking car needs petrol else we are walking home, so you had better sort it john,”
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