First fuck for Freda

I'm such a slut. It's not easy to know where to start. I suppose my routine - that's what got me into this, I guess.

Each morning, after my mother went to work, I had three or four hours before my shift at the factory started. I would get the box from under my bed and dress myself. The stockings, the suspender belt, the bra, the patent heels.

I would brush down my long hair and apply my make up, slip into a short mini-dress and admire myself in the mirror. I loved turning from Fred to Freda in the mornings. I'd always put my panties on last, for some reason; I just liked it that way. My Mother's friend and occasional lover, Uncle Steven, caught me dressed once. He promised never to tell anyone.

I would lie there, dressed like a cheap slut, dreaming of being firmly filled with cock and cum and used for whatever kinky fantasy my tormentors dreamed up for me.

One morning, on my day off, I had planned to spend the whole day dressed. I was just admiring myself in the mirror when I heard a noise. I tried for a second to identify the noise, but couldn't. I just shrugged: I didn't know.

As it turned out, there were quite a few things I didn't know. I didn't know that Steven had been watching me, I didn't know that there was a hidden camera in my room, I didn't know that he'd found my diary of kinky fantasies and I didn't know that he was outside my room with three of his friends, ready to give me what I'd been aching for, but too scared to look for.
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The door burst open, and before I could say a word, hands were on me and my wrists were bound to my thighs and a large ball-gag was buckled deep behind my scarlet lips. Uncle Steven caught me hard by the hair and kissed me long and deep around the gag. He tore off my dress and pushed me onto the bed and slapped my face.

"If you really don't want this, shake your head now. You have three seconds to say no or we're gonna take fucking turns on you."