A Talent for Surrender by Madeline Bastinado

but he’s the most boring man alive.’ She looked at Adam. ‘Who’s your pretty friend?
    ‘Sam, this is Adam.’
    ‘We meet at last.’ Sam and Adam shook hands. ‘Jo’s been singing your praises but she neglected to mention how pretty you are.’
    ‘Would you mind if he joined us later?’ Jo slid along the sofa so that Sam could sit down.
    ‘Maybe . . .’ She looked Adam up and down. ‘What’s his body like under that dress?’
    ‘Hard and muscular. And he’s got a fantastic arse . . . round and pert and covered in golden hair.’
    ‘Actually, I was thinking about his cock.’ Sam pointedly looked at Adam’s crotch.
    ‘It twitched when you said that.’ He stroked himself with the heel of his thumb.
    ‘Let me see . . . it’s not the biggest one you’ve ever seen, but it’s surprisingly thick and, when he’s really excited, it gets so hard it looks as though it might burst and the tip goes a beautiful shade of purple. My clit’s tingling just thinking about it.’ Jo glanced at Adam. He looked humiliated and proud in equal measure. His cheeks burned.
    ‘Oh, don’t tease him, Jo. Can’t you see he’s blushing?’
    ‘But he loves it. Like all men he’s a narcissist. He loves being the centre of attention. See – he’s positively glowing.’
    ‘I cannot tell a lie. What man wouldn’t enjoy two gorgeous ladies discussing the merits of his cock?’ Adam looked from one woman to the other.
    ‘But the best thing about Adam –’ Jo lowered her voice ‘– is that he really loves cunt. He can’t get enough of it. He loves the smell, the feel, the taste of it. He’s only really happy when he’s got his head between a woman’s thighs, worshipping at the altar of his goddess.’
    ‘I think we’re going to get along.’ Sam smiled at Adam. ‘But, if you don’t mind, I think I’m going to help myself to some food before it’s all gone. See you both later.’
    The party ended around 3 a.m. As Sam ushered out the last stragglers, Jo and Adam walked up the narrow staircase to the top-floor bedroom. Jo switched on the light.
    Adam whistled. ‘What a lovely room. It’s sort of dreamy and magical.’ Adam looked around.
    ‘I think you’ve been in that wig too long. You’ll be sewing your own curtains next.’ Jo pulled off Adam’s wig and tossed it on a chair. She ruffled his blond hair. ‘That’s better, though the make-up will have to go. And didn’t you promise to show me what you had on underneath your dress?’
    Adam put both hands behind his back and unzipped his dress. He pulled the halter over his head and the dress slid onto the floor. Underneath he was wearing two flesh-coloured fake breasts complete with rosy nipples. They appeared to have been glued to his chest. She watched as Adam peeled them away from his body.
    ‘That’s a relief. They’re terribly itchy.’ He scratched his chest.
    On his lower body he was wearing a garment which reached from his thighs to his waist. It seemed to be made out of thick Lycra like the stout support knickers women sometimes wore to look smooth under tight clothes. But Adam’s underwear had clearly been padded on the hips to give him a feminine shape and had extra Lycra at the top to nip in his waist.
    Jo ran her hand down the curve of his hip. Adam turned around and stuck out his bottom and that, too, was softly padded. ‘I see. Cunning. But I think I prefer you as a man, so off it comes.’ She folded her arms, waiting to be obeyed.
    Adam slid the garment down over his hips. It was obviously very tight and clingy and he had to struggle to get it down. He slid his hand inside and fiddled with something for a moment then manhandled his cock and balls over the top of the panties. He sighed in relief.
    ‘I was wondering where that had gone.’ Jo stroked a fingertip down the length of his cock. Adam gasped.
    ‘There’s a cache-sex inside. It holds it all out of the way.’
    ‘Isn’t that uncomfortable?’
    ‘You get used to