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It was Monday afternoon. Joel had taken the day as an opportunity to work from home. Work had been stressful the past few weeks and he decided he deserved a day to relax at home. The morning started slow. His wife Stacey had gone to work so he crunched through a few emails and started thumbing through some porn online. It started slow like always. A few emails answered then he’d click over and watch some gorgeous chick get her ass pounded by a big thick cock. It was the cock’s that got Joel in trouble. Unfortunately Joel had been endowed with a rather pathetic cock, 3 and half inches at best. His wife still loved him despite his situation and over the years Joel had turned into quite an acceptable pussy eater, but the jealousy he felt about not having one of those gut splitting, hot, hard, throbbing monsters to fuck his wife with killed him. And filled him with lust.
It started with the anal scenes, he loved anal because that was the only time he could slide into his wife and it feel tight for him, but as he watched those monsters pound into those tight slutty holes he’d go from anal scenes, to monster cock and gangbang porn, till he’d end up watching tranny and bisexual porn so he could see as much cock as possible. He loved watching a sexy shemale or hung guy getting fucked in the ass, two cocks just flailing around with a girl on the side cheering them on. As his desire grew stronger he got up and went to the bedroom, the sound of a shemale dressed in a tight plaid miniskirt with her black thong pulled to the side as a big cock pummeled her insides filled the house. If he couldn’t have a big dick he wanted to be that tranny feeling that hard cock pump his insides, filling up every inch of him. He went to his wife’s drawers and found a black thong like the one the shemale was wearing as she got fucked. He quickly stripped and put it on. His pitiful erection almost barely tenting the front of them. He found a skirt, not quite the plaid one the tranny had on but he needed a bigger one as his wife was a deal thinner then him. He slid it on and grabbed a bra, that didn’t quite fit either.
He looked in the mirror. He was a mess, not even remotely as sexy as the shemale he’d gone wild over. However, when he turned around in the mirror and bent over so his skirt lifted so he could see that thong running up the crack of his ass he almost came in his panties as he imagined a big thick cock fucking that tight hole from behind.
“What the fuck are you doing!?”
“I ummm…. Uh…” Joel stammered as Stacey stood in the doorway, hands on her hips staring at her husband dressed up in her clothes. “I was just…”
“You were just being a sissy fagot.” She exclaimed, “And what the fuck is that noise?”
Joel had somehow forgotten about the porn he left playing on his computer, but now the sound of that shemale in ecstasy seemed to echo throughout the house.
“Babe, don’t go in…” but Stacey was already gone from the door way and Joel followed her nervously into the next room. She stood there stock still with her back to him as he entered.
“You want to be her, him, whatever. Don’t you?” Joel stood there saying nothing. “Answer me! You want to be a filthy little slut taking big cock up your tight little ass pussy and swallowing load after load of cum don’t you?” Joel was frozen, he’d never heard Stacey talk like that before and on one hand he was terrified but on the other he was incredibly turned on.
“Honey, I… look…” And then it all spilled out. He told her about how inferior he felt with his tiny cock and how the thought of a big cock fucking him made him feel more adequate in a weird way. How he loved her still that it was just a momentary phase, he would get over it. She stood there listening to all of it and when he finally finished she walked up to him and wrapped her arms around him and walked out the door. Joel panicked. Where was she going, was she leaving him for good? He ran back and changed into his normal clothes and spent the next hour or so pacing around the house and frantically calling his wife’s cellphone which had been turned off. Finally the front door opened and his wife walked into the house with a handful of bags.
“Honey, could you help me with… oh, you’ve changed?” Stacey said as she handed him a few bags. “Well that’s alright, oh no peeking!” She said in an excited voice as she gave him a peck on the cheek. Joel was stunned, she acted as if nothing had happened. He turned and followed his wife into the bedroom and then into the master bath as she turned on the shower. She reached into one of the bags and pulled out a cream.
“Strip.” She said as she began rubbing the cream over every inch of him from the neck down. Joel at this point didn’t even question her, he knew he was on thin ice and didn’t care to see it break.
Once the cream was on him and it started to tingle and burn a bit Stacey had him step in the shower. The water started washing any hair off him where the cream had been. As he stepped out and dried off she pulled a few articles of clothing out of another bag. The first was a black lace thong, just slightly different than the one he’d been wearing when she caught him. The second was a light blue and black verses the shemale’s black and red and finally a bra that would fit him and a white collared shirt she had him tie in a knot to complete the ensemble. She stuffed his bra and then pulled out some long white socks and black 3 inch heels in his size. Once he was dressed she had him sit down. The feeling of the thong riding up his ass caused his cock to jump as she applied his makeup and a blond wig.
“Now there’s a sexy slut! She said as she added the finishing touches and had him turn around to see himself.”
“Wow… I… damn Stacey.”
“My sweet little Joelle, go wait for me in the bedroom.” The name she used caused his little cock to twitch again as he struggled to walk out of the bathroom in the heels.
He sat down on the side of the bed and nervously folded his skirt down. After a few moments Stacey came out of the bathroom wearing no make up with her hair pulled tight and back in a pony tale in a pair of baggy jeans and a cotton tee. Her tiny little 32a breasts couldn’t even be seen under the baggie shirt.
“You’re my little slut aren’t you?” She said. Joel just nodded. “You want a big fat cock in you don’t you? Gliding between your lips, fucking your tight ass. You need it don’t you, you sissy bitch.”
Joel just nodded nervously as he crossed his legs like a frightened teen girl.
“Answer me slut!” Stacey yelled.
“Yes I want that.” Joel answered meekly.
“Get on your knees then.” Joel obliged her and sank to his knees. She walked forward till her crotch was almost in line with his face. He knew what she wanted and started unbuttoning her jeans before she even asked.
“There’s an eager little slut. You can’t wait to have a nice cock in your mouth can you?”
As he unbuttoned the jeans a 6″ life like rubber cock sprang from their confines and slapped him in the face. Stacey chuckled and grabbed it’s shaft slapping him several more times on each side.
“Swallow it bitch.” Joelle leaned forward tentatively taking the tip into his mouth. Stacey wasn’t in the mood for slow however and grabbed the back of his head forcing him down her hard cock and causing him to gag. Joel panicked and pulled back but she forced his head back down.
“Learn to love it slut.” She said as her cock passed his tonsils. She began to roughly face fuck him and after a few minutes Joelle relaxed and grew accustomed to it. He was even moaning around it and jerking it into his mouth while his tongue ran the length of it every thrust. The shaft was getting coated with his spit and he was audibly moaning around his oral invader.
“Ohh fuck, you do love cock don’t you sissy?” Stacey was starting to get worked up as her strap-on had another side that was viciously rubbing her g-spot as she fucked Joelle’s mouth. “Look at you moaning and loving it! You can almost take every fucking inch. Have you done this before you sissy bitch? You’re a fucking natural.”
Joelle just moaned her approval as he continued to get face fucked like a porn star.
“Stand up slut.” Stacey finally commanded as she pulled her spit covered phallus from Joelle’s hungry lips, a long string of spit hung from the tip to her bottom lip. “I think it’s time you got fucked like the slut you are.”
Stacey then grabbed Joelle by the wig and threw her over the bed her, perky little ass pointing up invitingly as her nervous eyes stared back. Stacey felt amazing, she had decided to play along with Joelle’s fantasy to be a good wife but she was starting to love this, the power, the domination. She was lost in her lust. She pulled a tube of lube from her back pocket and poured a generous helping over her fingers before sliding Joelle’s thong aside and roughly forcing two fingers into her little puckered ass pussy. Joelle, squirmed and squealed in a moment of pain.
“Just relax and you will love it. Every sissy bitch loves her ass pussy fucked.”
Joelle took a deep breath and relaxed the grip on the fingers in his ass. Stacey went just a bit slower this time and started working them in and out. As her ass began to loosen Joelle began to moan, every time Stacey’s fingers hit her prostate her little clity would ooze precum into those nice lace panties. After several minutes Stacey wasn’t even moving her hand Joelle had begun to frenziedly fuck back and forth on them.
“Ohh more, more, fuuuuccccckkkkk….” Joelle moaned into the bed.
“Damn you are a filthy slut aren’t you Joelle? You can’t wait to feel this cock inside you.”
“Ohh fuck yes, please fuck my little ass pussy.”
Stacey turned Joelle around again and put his back on the bed climbing up beside him. She coated her cock with lube and aimed it at his puckered little hole. She pressed forward and the head popped in right away. Joelle moaned, completely lost in pleasure now, as she began to slowly slide it all the way in. When her balls rested on her ass cheeks she took a second to allow her little slut to get used to having that big thick pole in her tight little ass. However, she waited too long and soon Joelle was rocking back and forth on her own trying to fuck herself.
“You just can’t wait can you bitch? You have to have this dick right fucking now don’t you?”
“Yes, yes FUCK ME, FUCK ME NOW!”
With that Stacey pulled all the way out and slammed back in. Joelle moaned, a mixture of pain and pleasure as Stacey began to pound into her tight hole.
“Yes, yesssss YESSS. I love it, I need that cock. Fuck me with your big thick cock.” Joelle moaned and screamed.
“You’re a nasty little sissy bitch. You love that cock don’t ya bitch? Yeah you’re going to cum from getting fucked in the ass and you love it you filthy little cum whore. You’re my fucking bitch aren’t you? My filthy little slut to fuck as I please.”
“Yes, ohh fuck yes I am!”
Stacey grabbed Joelle’s little clitty between her thumb and index finger and squeezed. In moments the little clit was oozing stream after stream of hot thick cum. Seeing her little bitch cum from getting fucked in the ass pushed her over the edge and she began to frantically fuck his asshole, driving the dildo inside her ever deeper. Joelle leaned up while his little clit was dribbling jets of warm jizz and pinched Stacey’s nipples through her shirt. Her breasts may be small but her nipples were super sensitive and in seconds both were shuddering as their orgasms rocked through them. Joelle was in heaven that thick cock in his ass felt better then he had ever imagined and Stacey was in love with dominating her sissy cock loving husband. As they started coming down from their orgasms Stacey pulled the cock from Joelle’s ass with a soft POP and pulled his cum covered panties off him wiping up any stray drop of cum before pressing them against his lips.
“There’s only one thing left to make you a real cum slut she said” as he began sucking his cum from the crumpled lace. “That’s my sexy bitch” she said as she watched him relish the taste of his spunk as it slid down his throat. “Things are about to change around here my filthy slut” and with that she kissed him on the cheek and laid down beside him.
In 2007 I felt pretty lucky. Having just graduated, I moved straight into a position as a junior trading analyst with a top city investment company, that was doing really well. I turned up for my first day of work in one of the smaller towers at Canary Wharf, but it had an amazing view across the Thames to Grenwich.
Things were going just fine until the financial crisis hit in December 2007. Rumours began to spread around the office that lay-offs were going to begin, and sure enough, staff began to file out with their meagre office possessions in cardboard boxes. It began in the juniors section – least experienced first, so we were all panicking the thought of being called into the dreaded office of supervisor Raisha Taylor, an immaculately dressed, mocha-skinned Anglo-Indian, known to be a ball-busting bitch who loved to come down hard, especially on junior men. We all suspected she had a bit of femdom in her, but no one knew the whole story.
A Singaporean girl who had a cubicle next to mine, Alice, was called into the office, and was in there for about twenty minutes, but when she emerged, instead of heading to her usual desk and packing her possessions like all the previous juniors had done, she headed across the office to a discreet blue door, and disappeared inside.
By this stage there was only three more of the last intake of juniors left. Myself, a blonde female Londoner called Abby, and an American girl called Clancy.
Clancy was next into Raisha’s office, and she too emerged after half an hour to head for the blue door. Abby and I were nervously chatting about what we thought was going on, and both feeling a bit strange in the now virtually empty office space that had previously been home to about twenty staff.
Raisha’s head poked around the corner of her door, summoning Abby, and leaving me alone to my own increasingly panicked thoughts.
Sure enough, after 25 minutes, Abby emerged and began walking across towards the blue door. Despite having her face downturned submissively she managed a discreet wink in my direction. I suddenly felt less taunted, but that quickly changed as Raisha emerged once again, looked directly at me and said: “Right. Last, in here now!”
I gingerly walked into the office and closed the door behind me. Raisha was leaning again the front of her desk – a broad oak classical design, that fitted well with the paneled decor of the old fashioned room. She wore a tight fitting white satin blouse that made it impossible for everyone to realise she had amazing 36C breasts, and skin tight leather pants showing off her long legs and curvy butt, above red high heels that matched her lipstick. Her long black hair was pulled back in a strict ponytail.
“Sit!” was all she said. I took the hard folding plastic chair in the middle of the office, that had replaced the usual plush guest chairs, and contrasted obviously with her own burgundy leather throne on the other side of the desk.
“I am sure you are aware that since the financial crisis has begun, we have had to make certain changes her, in order to stay competitive,” she begun. “It also means many have had to be let go of. I can predict this crisis is going to go on for the next couple of years at least, and whilst the company is strong enough to continue to make life comfortable for its employees, those that leave will have little prospect of finding meaningful employment in the next few years.”
She paused, and began pacing to let her words sink in.
“Now, the bad news is there is going to be no new positions for trading analysts until things pick up, which is why you have probably seen many of your fellow junior colleagues sadly departing this morning, most probably onto a much less rewarding life.”
My heart sank, she was about to make me walk the plank. I knew I would end up flipping burgers or something menial if I lost this job.
I felt her eyes appraising my body language, and presumably satisfied with what see saw, she decided to continue.
“Now in this firm, we value good staff, and don’t just let anybody go in these sorts of situations. A few of the girls considered their options, and given the opportunity to change career path, decided to stay on with us. I personally think you might be valuable enough to keep on, so that option may be available to you… depending on what you say in response to my next sentence.”
I gulped, this seemed very ominous. She paused for what seemed to be an eternity.
“You will have no proof of what I am about to say, and should you refuse my offer, any attempt to discuss it, or publicly reveal it will result in your total professional destruction by our team of lawyers – but I am sure we won’t need to come to that. You either agree, stand up and walk towards the blue door on the far side of the office, or refuse, go back to your desk, pack your belongings and depart, never to mention it again. Understood?”
“Yes.” was all I could reply.
“I have a particular personal interest in… certain types of men and women. I obviously do a LOT of background digging about potential staff before I take them on. A LOT. And I don’t just mean about your grades.”
I gulped. I started to think about where I thought this was heading.
“When you were at university, you engaged in certain types of activities which appeal to me, and make me think you would be willing to consider the career change I am about to offer you. I personally find submissive men very attractive, and I find your inner-submissiveness and feminine features likewise attractive. I know you have bisexual tendancies, and obviously you are not the most masculine man.”
She understated this fact for my modesty. At 5’6″ and 143 lbs I was quite scrawny. I was never good at sports, and I cut quite a feminine appearance.
“I know about some of your antics and I am going to offer you the opportunity to stay with us by re-training in the secretarial pool to become my personal secretary. I DO expect my secretary to be feminine, submissive, obedient, and immaculately dressed in feminine attire. I suspect this won’t be an issue, as I think were I to check, i would probably find you wearing girly panties right now!
This will permanently change every aspect of your life from now on, but you will be handsomely rewarded, and I believe happier than you could ever have been in the alpha male world of trading.”
I simply blinked, completely tacked aback. But how on earth did she find out about my background? For many men this would have probably been offensive or laughable, but she obviously had been digging in my background. She KNEW I had a dirty hidden secret, and she was using it to her advantage, but she had also confidently banked on my response.
I stood, looked into her glinting green eyes, and walked quietly with my head bowed across the office towards the blue door…
My first job after college was at a small Greek restaurant called Pirro’s on the north end of my old hometown. I would have preferred to have been doing something a little more exciting than waiting tables, obviously, but the economy was tough that year and I hadn’t been able to find any jobs after graduation. So I was forced to move home, and for about six months I lived in my parents’ basement and worked at the restaurant.
It was kind of an interesting working situation in that I was the only guy who worked as a server. All of the others were women. And while that might sound good in theory – it did to me. I’d been kind of a shy guy and had never had a girlfriend at that point – working with all women is a little different in practice. At least for me it was. The girls used to tease me all the time, and talk about sex and boys right in front of me. They used to love making me blush and laughing at me. After a few weeks I pretty much resigned myself to not having a shot with any of them. Oh well, I thought. What else could I expect?
There was one girl, though, with whom I was convinced I had a chance. Her name was Lorrie, and even though she would tease me just as much as some of the other girls – in fact, she was probably one of the worst at times – she also really seemed to be interested in talking to me. We began to take a lot of our meals together between shifts. I talked a little bit, about school or my family or the jobs I was applying to. But mostly I just listened. I think she liked having a confidante, and I liked hanging around a beautiful young woman. I learned that she was a little older than me at twenty-five, and that she had an associate’s degree in communications, but what she really wanted to do was go back to school and study marketing. Her family had split up when she was young and she didn’t talk to her dad much anymore. She was dating an auto-mechanic who sounded more and more like a jerk the more I heard about him. She constantly complained about the things he did, like missed dates and unreturned phone calls. Some days she seemed on the verge of tears about him and on the verge of a breakup, but then the next day she’d be talking about how in love they were. It was confusing to me.
It seems a little foolish in retrospect, but the more time we spent together the more I thought Lorrie and I could be together. She had to break up with her boyfriend eventually, right? The guy seemed like a total asshole. And she seemed to like flirting with me, telling me I had pretty hair or nice blue eyes sometimes. Her long legs and platinum blond hair began to haunt my dreams. She surprised me once by hugging me tightly after one of our meals together. I could feel her large breasts pushing into my chest and her bra strap on her back.
“Thank you for being such a good friend,” she said, and then actually kissed me on the cheek! I felt lightheaded and aroused for the whole rest of my shift, and completely forgot to put in a dinner order. The manager gave me hell, but I didn’t care. Lorrie liked me! She had actually kissed me! It was one of the first times that had ever happened.
Later that same week Lorrie asked me if I would go shopping with her the following morning. She needed some help picking something out. I said yes so fast she looked a little taken aback.
“Wow,” she said, “That’s great. I mean most guys— Well, I’m glad you’re coming. I think it will be good to have a guy’s perspective. Can I pick you up at ten?”
“Definitely!” I said.
The other waitresses learned about our shopping excursion somehow and teased me throughout the night. I think they knew what a crush I had on Lorrie. “Ready for your date, Aidan?” they’d ask and giggle. I ignored them. Honestly I was thrilled that they were calling it a date – maybe that meant Lorrie had, too?
I could hardly sleep after work that night I was so excited, and the next morning I was up early to shower and shave and put on one of my nicest outfits. My parents asked what the occasion was and I told them about the “date.” My dad said something about it being a little early for that, but they didn’t say anything else. I was out on the curb waiting at 9:55. And I waited. And waited. Thirty minutes later I got a text from Lorrie. ‘sry. running late. b there in 15.’
I stayed outside in case she showed up sooner. My mom poked her head out the door and asked if everything was all right.
“Yeah, Lorrie’s just running a little late,” I said.
Mom gave me a funny look and went back inside. Another thirty minutes passed and Lorrie pulled up in her green Corolla. She looked tired and was dressed in sweats and Ugg boots. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail and her eyes were covered with oversized sunglasses. She made no mention of being late but just said, “Man, I am SO hung over right now!” and laughed.
I felt a little disappointed. She didn’t seem particularly dressed-up or “date-like,” but she still looked good to me and she seemed willing to talk. I held out hope. “You went out last night?” I asked.
“Yeah, just with some of the girls from work. Ashley says hi. You should have come!”
For some reason I was embarrassed to say that I hadn’t been invited. “Oh, I was a little tired last night,’ I said.
Lorrie shrugged. “And then Travis and I were up late having a big argument… Anyway, we’re going to head over the big mall in Preston, is that all right?”
I nodded, secretly thrilled at the first part of what she had said. There must have been a reason she was telling me she had had a big argument with her boyfriend.
“This is going to be so much fun,” she said. “Some of the girls and I were talking and we think you’ll be great for this.”
We made small talk the rest of the way over to the mall. Once we were at the mall I realized that she had never told me what it was we would be shopping for, so I asked her.
“Didn’t I tell you?” she said. She started to laugh a little bit. “Sorry, I guess I didn’t. I need to buy some new underwear. I thought it would be good to have you there to help me pick them out. Is that Ok? Aidan?”
I hardly heard the last part of what she said. In one car ride she had said she’d had a fight with her boyfriend and that she was taking me lingerie shopping. This had to be my big shot.
“And plus,” Lorrie said, continuing with a playful smile, “if you play your cards right, you just might get to see me try some of it on. How does that sound?”
I felt like the floor had tipped sideways. I think my jaw fell down to about my navel. Lorrie laughed.
“I thought you might like that,” she said. “But I’m not making any promises…yet. Like I said, you’ll have to play your cards right. Think you’re up for it?”
As we walked through the mall I began to get really nervous. What if I messed this up? How was a guy supposed to act when he went underwear shopping with a girl? Cool, right? Or excited and into it? I wished I had more experience with girls. I just kept telling myself to stay calm.
Lorrie led me through the crowds and past the big department stores. Lorrie looked great from behind, even in rumpled sweat pants. We walked towards the big pink-lit sign of the Victoria’s Secret in the corner of the mall and I froze up a little bit outside the entrance. Inside I could see a crowd of women milling around scantily-clad mannequin and racks and racks of colorful lingerie. None of them seemed to realize what a momentous occasion it was. This was a store I usually hesitated to even walk by, much less enter, and now I would be shopping in it with the most beautiful girl I knew. Lorrie noticed that I had stopped and laughed. “Come on, Silly,” she said, and grabbed my hand and pulled me inside.
It was just one step from outside the store to inside the store, but I felt like I had entered another world. My head filled with the smells of perfumes and body lotions. There was so much pink everywhere – pink banners, pinks signs, pink bras and panties. Artistic photos of nearly naked women adorned the walls. I turned and almost collided with an armless mannequin dressed in a see-through babydoll. It was hard to focus and follow Lorrie amidst all that sexy stimulii, but she held on to my hand and led me like a little child all the way to the back of the store. I was in a complete daze the whole way. There she met a pretty dark-haired salesgirl that she knew.
“Sarah!’ Lorrie said, and hugged her. They spent a few moments greeting each other while I hovered a few steps behind. I’ve never really been sure what to do in those kinds of awkward social situations. Eventually Sarah looked up an noticed me.
“Is that–?” she asked, looking at Lorrie.
“Oh, no,” Lorrie said, looking briefly back at me. “That’s Aidan, from work. I’ve told you about him, remember?”
Sarah seemed to smirk. “Ha-ha, Aidan. That’s right. Nice to finally meet you. I’m Sarah, Lorrie’s roommate. I’ve heard all about you.”
I wasn’t sure what to make of that exchange. So Lorrie had been talking about me with her friends. That had to be a good thing, right?. But why had Sarah made that strange face?
“So what can we do for you today, miss? The usual?” Sarah asked in a sarcastically professional voice.
Lorrie laughed. “Something like that. I need something really awesome for tonight.”
“What’s the occasion?”
Lorrie looked back at me again before answering Sarah. “I told you before, remember? Let’s just say I want to go all out.”
Sarah smiled again, mischeivously. I started to feel like they were putting on show for me for some reason. “Hmmm, I think we can probably find something that will work. Come on, let’s take a look.”
The girls began to make their way around the store, stopping to talk at just about every large display. Apparently, different set-ups featured different “lines” of lingerie with their own names and selling points, but I couldn’t really tell the difference, other than the fact that the underwear kept getting lacier and skimpier, and that I kept getting more excited. Lorrie made me carry her purse to free her hands up as she walked and picked things up, as well as a large mesh bag that Victoria’s Secret gives to its customers to hold lingerie in while they shop. As we walked around, the bag began to fill up quickly. I felt a little silly carrying a purse and a bag of underwear, but I was also glad to be carrying something that I could hold in front of me for, well, the obvious reasons.
Lorrie and Sarah seemed to be having a lot of fun shopping together. They laughed and giggled in their high-pitched, feminine voices and the sound was like candy to my ears. As time passed they loosened up even more, and at each display they would hold up bras and panties to themselves and each other to see “how they looked.” They’d grab each other’s arms and touch each other, flirtily playing around. At one point Sarah smacked Lorrie’s behind, and even from a few yards back I could see it jiggle with her sweatpants. It was making for a great show, and once again I couldn’t help but think that they were putting some of it on for me.
After that, the two of them stopped at a table covered in brightly-colored bras and began to whisper to each other, giggling. After a moment, Lorrie lifted her head and called me over. I assumed she wanted to put something else in the bag as she’d been doing all morning, but instead she held a lacy bra right up to my chest. “Doesn’t look too bad,” she said. She and Sarah giggled.
Sarah picked up a pair of panties and held them against my butt. “These could work, too. Or should we get the matching pair?”
“Cut it out,” I said meekly, embarrassed that they were doing this in front of everyone in store. A few curious glances had come our way, and the girls were making a lot of noise.
“Shhh,” Sarah said, and smacked my butt. “You’re making a scene.” I started to blush.
“I bet you’d look pretty good in lingerie,” Lorrie said.
Sarah sized me up and down. “You know, Lorrie,” she said, “I think he might me about your size.”
“You think so? No way.” Lorrie asked, laughing.
“Yeah, actually. Here, let’s measure him.”
Sarah grabbed my arm and began to pull me towards the back of the store while she pulled a tape measure out of her pocket. It wasn’t too difficult for her to drag me. She was noticeable taller than me in the high heels she was wearing, and I was pretty slender back then. I suddenly felt a little panicked.
“Come on, guys,” I said. “Stop.”
“Don’t be such a spoilsport,” Sarah said, still laughing. She had a firm grip on my arm.
“I really don’t want to,” I said, disappointed at how whiny my voice sounded. More customers were looking at us, as well as some of the other salesgirls. It was all very embarrassing. But Lorrie rubbed my shoulder and my already feeble resistance melted away.
“Please, Aidan. It’ll be so funny. You just have to do it.”
I was helpless. I nodded. Sarah cheered and lifted my arms up and measured around my chest.
“Thirty-four,” she said. “Skinny boy. Same size as you, Lorrie. Not quite as much up here, though.” She squeezed my chest.
“Hey!” I said.
“Sorry,” she said, and pinched my nipple hard. It hurt.
I was worried about what else they were going to do to me in their plauful mood, but fortunately the girls seemed to have had their fun – for the moment. They left me alone for a moment as they went through the bag of lingerie. They talked and took things out as Lorrie seemed to narrow her choices down. Eventually she said, “Well, I’ve got it down to three different sets. Can I try these on here, Sarah?”
“The bras, yes. The rest of it, no. Sorry, but it’s store policy.”
“Well, damn,” Lorrie said with a big theatrical sigh. “Now what?”
They both seemed to think for a moment. Again, for whatever reason, I got the strange feeling I was watching a kind of performance.
“The store does have a very generous return policy, though. You could take things home and try them on there, then I could return them for you next time I have to work.”
Lorrie decided that that was a great idea. There was one snag, however. The three sets of lingerie she’d picked out were very expensive – the total cost was almost $400!
“I just don’t have that much cash on me,” Lorrie said. She paused to think. “Aidan, do you think you could put it on your credit card for me? I promise I’ll pay you back after I return the stuff I don’t want.”
“I don’t know,” I said. “That’s a lot of money.” I wasn’t exactly rich in those days.
“Please, Aidan. And remember what I told you earlier?” She put her hand lightly on my chest when she asked. That was it. I was done.. The possibility of seeing Lorrie in that skimpy lingerie would have been enough to make any man spend that kind of money.
“Promise to pay me back?” I asked.
“Oh, Aidan!” she said and hugged me. “Thank you.”
The hug almost made up for the pang I felt as the cashier, another pretty salesgirl, slid my credit card through the machine. I just hoped my parents wouldn’t get a chance to see that credit card statement.
After I paid and the salesgirls bagged everything up, we waited a little bit for Sarah to get off work. I was disappointed that it wouldn’t be just me and Lorrie going to her house, as I thought it made it less likely I would get any. But the disappointment was relative. I was still very excited to be going to Lorrie’s house at all, and I thought that if I got the chance I would tell Lorrie how I felt about her.
Once Sarah was finished we all piled into Lorrie’s car, the two girls in the front and me in the back with the pink Victoria’s Secret bag on my lap. You can imagine how excited I was during the ride to Lorrie and Sarah’s house. Dreams of what might happen were playing on constant loop in my head. Never in a million years, though, could I have imagined what actually ended up happening.
Once we got to the house we all walked into Lorrie’s bedroom and Lorrie asked me to put the shopping bag on the bed. I was so excited that it slipped off the edge and onto the floor. Lorrie and Sarah laughed. They took the lingerie out of the bag and arranged the it all across the bedspread. Three lacy, frilly, sequined bra and panty sets; one in turquoise, one in hot pink, and one in dark black. Each set also include a matching garter belt and pair of sheer stockings. Just seeing the lingerie laid out on the bed like that was enough to make my heart rate rise.
“It’s so hard to decide!” Lorrie said, surveying her (my) recent purchases. “We’re just going to have to try all three sets on. Sarah, which one you want to start with?”
Oh my God, I thought. Not only would I see Lorrie in lingerie, I’d see her friend, too. I could not believe my luck.
“Hmmm, I’m liking the turquoise.”
“I thought you might,” Lorrie said. “I think I’ll go black for starters. Very sexy. Which means Aidan here gets to try on the pink!”
At first, I wasn’t sure I’d heard her right. “What?” I said, dumbly.
“Sarah’s going to the wear the turquoise set. I’m wearing the black. Which means you get to try on the pink one. That way I can see what all three look like at once. It will make my decision easier.”
“Don’t look so surprised,” Sarah said. “Three sets of lingerie and three of us. How else would we do it?”
What I had been expecting was to see one or two beautiful girls wearing skimpy lingerie. I did not expect to be wearing it myself! I didn’t say that though. Instead I said, “Yeah, but it’s girl stuff, and I’m—”
“What? A man?!” Sarah said with a shriek of laughter that really hurt my feelings. I suddenly felt ready to cry or leave or both. This was not what I had hoped for. This was humiliating.
Lorrie was gentler. “Aidan, it really wouldn’t be fair for just us to put on little tiny bras and panties while you stayed in your regular clothes, would it?”
I had to shake my head. “No, but—”
“Come on, Aidan,” Lorrie continued. “It won’t be so bad. It’s just us. You know we won’t tell anyone else.. And you’ll get to see two very sexy girls wearing nothing but lingerie. Don’t you want to see that?”
I was being persuaded. And at the back of my mind there was a faint hope. Maybe this was all just a strange way for her to seduce me. It might be worth it.
“And all you have to do is put on some silly little underwear. It’s not such a big deal, really, is it? It will be fun. For all of us. I promise.”
I nodded, slowly. What choice did I have? This was the girl of my dreams we’re talking about. She probably could have convinced me to do anything.
“Great,” she said. “Sarah and I are going to get changed in the bathroom. You can get dressed out here. But if you can’t figure out how to put something on, Sarah and I will be out in just a little bit to help you.”
The two of them picked up the lingerie and marched into the bathroom. Sarah looked to be on the verge of laughter again and Lorrie was smiling triumphantly. They shut the door behind them and I could hear them moving around and talking in there.
I sat down on the bed next to the remaining lingerie. It looked very small and very girly. I felt lightheaded again. What had I gotten myself into? I picked up the bra. It was surprisingly light. The front was detailed with pink sequins, and the back felt soft and spongy. The panties were tiny enough to fit in the palm of my hand. I realized I had no idea how to put any of it on, but I wanted to at least try before Lorrie got out. I didn’t want to disappoint her.
I got undressed and folded my clothes up neatly on a chair. I felt ridiculous and exposed standing there naked. I jumped when I heard a loud laugh in the bathroom and running water. I sat down on the bed and marveled at how different the silk bedspread felt against my bare skin. I decided to start with the panties as they seemed the most straightforward. I looked at them and wondered how they would ever even cover me. The tag said size small.
It felt strange to slide them up my legs, but not terrible. The fabric was very smooth and soft. It was a very sensual feeling. It wasn’t a thong, thankfully, but it didn’t cover much more than that in the back. I looked down at the bright pink panties against my bare skin and noticed my growing bulge. Wearing panties was turning me on.
The bathroom door swung open and I moved to cover myself. Sarah was the first out and she started laughing when she saw me. Lorrie had to put a hand up to her mouth to stifle her own laughter. She and Sarah were not dressed in lingerie like I had expected, but instead wearing pink silk bathrobes. I guessed that the bra and panties were underneath, but it would be a while before I got to see for myself.
“Is that all you wanted to wear, Aidan?” Lorrie asked when she regained her composure a little bit. I noticed her shoulders rocking with constrained laughter while she spoke.
“No, it’s just…”
“He probably couldn’t figure out how to put the rest of it on,” Sarah said, reasonably. “Silly little girl in your pink panties. But don’t worry, your Mommies are here to help you.” She picked the bra up off the bed. “Come here,” she told me. “Put your arms out.”
I felt and ridiculous standing there like that, but I obeyed her anyway. To make matters worse, as Sarah was sliding with the bra straps she of course noticed the bulge in my panties.
“I think someone likes wearing girls’ clothes,” she said, pointing at my crotch for Lorrie. They both laughed.
“Maybe he’s just excited to be around two beautiful women like us,” Lorrie said.
“No, I think Aidy here is just a little pervert. Aren’t you Aidy?” Sarah squeezed the cups of my bra. “Do you know what this is? This is a padded bra. It makes your boobies look bigger. Great for flat chicks like you and Lorrie.”
“Bitch!” Lorrie said, laughing.
When Sarah was done adjusting the bra straps Lorrie told me that the panties were usually supposed to go on after the garter belt. “So us girls can pee,” she explained. She brought me into the bathroom for “some privacy” while I took them off, which I was thankful for, but then she stood and watched me expectantly. I realized she wasn’t going to look away. I was humiliated. I turned around to strip but I think she could still see all of me in the mirror as I stepped awkwardly out of the panties. I almost tripped. She made a face like she was about to laugh again as my erection bobbed out in front of me but she refrained from saying anything about it. “Cute butt,” was all she said, and I was glad for the compliment, even given the absurd situation. I put the panties and garter belt on and we came back out into the bedroom. Sarah mouthed some question at Lorrie and out of the corner of my eye I saw her hold her thumb and forefinger about an inch apart. My face burned. I knew what that meant. I didn’t say anything, though, and hoped that they were just joking around.
Next came the pink stockings. Lorrie and Sarah sat me on the bed and both of them knelt in front of me as they pulled them up my legs. Lorrie explained how important it was to smooth them out to prevent runs and tears. It was an awesome view to have two women kneeling in front of me like that, even if they were covered up in bathrobes. And it felt great as they ran their hands up my legs.
“It’s lucky that you have so little leg hair,” Lorrie said, “Otherwise we might have had to shave you. But you have such soft legs. Silky and smooth like a little girl’s.” She ran her hands up past the stockings and up my thighs as she said this. I might have been imagining things, but I think that rubbing her hands over my legs like that was starting to turn her on. I was thrilled.
Sarah looked on sardonically. “Look how happy we’re making him,” she said, interrupting my reverie. My erection looked about to burst out of my panties. I jumped when she flicked it, but it did make it go down a bit.
That apparently broke Lorrie’s spell, as she stood up and pulled me to my feet and looked at me. She quickly clipped the garter belts to the tops of the stockings.
“Not bad,” Lorrie said. “But we need to do something with this hair of yours before we’re really ready. Remember, you’re supposed to look like a girl tonight. Come here and sit down at the makeup stand.”
She sat me down on a little stool in front of a large vanity and stood behind me. She ran her hands through my hair. “You have nice long hair, Aidan. But you mustn’t let it get so tangled.” She picked up an antique-looking hairbrush and began to run it through my hair, slowly but surely beginning to straighten and tame it. It felt good enough that I hardly thought about the ridiculous-looking boy in the hot pink bra staring back at me in the mirror.
After a few moments Sarah joined Lorrie behind me and looked at the reflection of the three of us in the mirror. She put an arm around Lorrie’s waist. “Look at us,” she said. “It’s like we’re a mother and aunt getting our little girl ready for a party.”
“More like two lesbian mommies,” Lorrie said, laughing.
“You know, it’s kind of a turn-on doing this. He’s like our little toy.”
“I could comb your hair, too.”
“How about this instead?”
And then to my surprise they kissed each other full on the lips. They held it for a long moment.
“Oooh, this is surprising,” Lorrie said.
“You love it,” Sarah murmured gently, “big dike.” They kissed again. I sat on my little stool forgotten.
“Careful,” Lorrie said after, raising the hairbrush. “Don’t make me spank you with this.”
“Maybe that’s what I want,” Sarah said. She let go of Lorrie and pinched her butt.
“Slut!” Lorrie laughed. “Why don’t you make yourself useful and take care of our daughter’s makeup?”
Makeup? I thought that was a little unnecessary, but before I could really protest Sarah was bending down in front of me. For the first time that night I caught a glimpse of her bra beneath her bathrobe, as well as her impressive cleavage. She really did have great tits. The view dampened the humiliation I felt as she began to go at my face with little brushes and creams. Would this stuff even come off?
I was surprised by how gentle Sarah’s touch was, considering how much she had picked on me throughout the night. But kissing Lorrie seemed to have softened her almost.
“Your skin is pretty clear already, so I don’t think you’ll need too much,” she said. She narrated what she was putting on me. “A little foundation….some mascara…some eye shadow….now pucker up, Sweetheart, I’m going to put some of this pink lipstick on you to match your little panties…there you go, now dab it, Honey…perfect.”
She stood back and I almost gasped at what I saw in the mirror. With my hair combed out and Sarah’s makeup on, I was almost unrecognizable. It could have been a girl sitting in that chair. Lorrie and Sarah seemed equally impressed with the results.
“Great job with the makeup, Sarah” Lorrie said. “I think we’re just about ready now.”
“Shoes. We can’t forget the shoes.”
The three of us made our way to Lorrie’s walk-in closet. I felt the pull of the garter belts on each step and the stockings brushing against each other on my thighs. I think I was a little caught up in what Sarah and Lorrie were feeling. I was past the point of even trying to resist anything they were doing to me, and a part of me just wanted to make them happy. The whole experience was becoming incredibly, strangely erotic. Did I like this? Dressing up like a girl?
Lorrie had racks of high-heeled shoes in all shapes and sizes. She slipped on a pair of strappy, metallic stiletto sandals, so small and fragile-looking they could have been made from spiders’ web. Sarah chose a heavier pair of dark, spike-heeled booties that were almost menacing in their sharpness.
“I think nude for Aidan,” Lorrie said, “to go with the pink.”
She pulled out a pair of supple leather pumps and put them in front of me. “It’s a four-inch heel, so it will be hard to walk in for you, but you won’t have to go very far,” she said as she guided my feet in. They fit perfectly. Cinderella at the ball. I wobbled a bit but regained my balance. The shoes made me taller, obviously, and made stand differently too, pitching my weight forward.
“I love what high heels do for your butt, Aidan,” Sarah said and smacked me playfully on the ass. It was almost enough to make me fall over.
“I think we’re finally ready for the main event,” Lorrie said.
She and Sarah slipped out of their robes and I decided in that moment that it was worth it, whatever the cost or whatever I had been through, to be there to see that.
They both looked born to wear lingerie; or rather, that lingerie had been invented for women like them. My eyes moved from the crumpled pink bathrobes on the floor up their long, smooth legs, which were made even more beautiful by their sheer stockings; over the thin lacy fabric clinging tightly to their clefts; the gentle roundness of their hips; their flat stomachs; the swell of their creamy cleavage; the hair cascading on bare shoulders.
“Think we’re making an impression on him?” Sarah asked.
Both girls started to laugh. It was then that I notice my erection had popped out from my panties. I hastily tried to tuck it back in, but they didn’t seem to mind. The girls pulled me into a kind of group hug, and I tried as hard as I could to burn feeling of their cool bare skin against mine into my memory.
We separated after a moment, and I could see the reflection of the three of us in the full-length mirror on the door of Lorrie’s closet. What amazed me was not how just good they looked, because they looked, but how hot I looked. It was as though just being in their proximity made me more attractive as a woman. From even a moderate distance we could pass as three beautiful girls.
“Look at those hot bitches,” Sarah said, noticing the same reflection.
Under Lorrie’s direction, the three of us began to take turns walking back and forth in front of the other two, so that we could really “assess which color worked the best.” I wobbled a lot, and my shoes hurt my ankles, but Lorrie and Sarah could strut like runway models. They did their best to show me how to walk like they did, but after a few tries decided I was hopeless. “At least you’ve got a nice butt,” Sarah said consolingly and rubbed my side, causing an electric thrill to run through my body.
Both of them were touching me a lot as we played around in lingerie. And not just on my arms and shoulders, but all over my body. Occasionally their hands would brush over the front of my panties and I would gasp and they would giggle. The atmosphere in the room was getting steamy. Lorrie and Sarah eventually abandoned any pretext of choosing lingerie. It was obvious they were getting into what we were doing.
In addition to touching me, the girls could hardly keep their hands off each other. There were more kisses. A lot more. I wondered if this kind of thing had happened between them before. At
times they seemed to forget I was even there.
At a certain point Sarah and Lorrie just kind of sank on to the bed and began making out in earnest. I watched for a minute, hoping they would notice me and invite me in, but it becamse more than I could bear. I tottered on my heels over to the bed beside them and reached out to stroke Sarah’s breast. She gently pushed my hand away. I reached again and this time she slapped my hand. “Aidan, no,” she said.
“He just wants to join,” Lorrie said and rubbed my back.
“I don’t want him to get the wrong idea,” Sarah said. “He can kiss us. But not touch us. That way he stays one of the girls, like you said.”
I was confused. What did she mean get the wrong idea? What had the three of us been doing? But then Lorrie kissed me and I forgot about my doubts. Our first kiss! And I’d barely even been aware for it.
“How does just kissing sound?” Lorrie asked, and kissed me again. This time I was more ready for it. “You’re a good kisser,” she added.
“Better than me?” Sarah asked, and kissed Lorrie, too.
“See for yourself.”
Sarah kissed me, pushing her tongue deep into my mouth. And then Lorrie kissed me and then we were all kissing each other and I was in heaven. They ran their hands over each other and over me as the three of us made out. Overwhelmed with desire I reached out and grabbed two handfuls smooth skin.
“That’s enough!” Sarah said. She stood up. I couldn’t understand why she was getting so upset.
“Sarah, Baby, what’s wrong?” Lorrie asked.
“I told him no touching,” Sarah said.
A thought suddenly occurred to me. Was Sarah…jealous? The idea was thrilling and troubling at the same time.
“Sarah, he came all the way here and dressed up with us. It wouldn’t be fair to leave him out now. We’re just having fun.”
Sarah crossed her arms. “I don’t care,” she said. “You said it wouldn’t be like this.”
Lorrie thought for a moment. “I have an idea,” she said. She stood up and went to her dresser and rummaged through a drawer. She pulled out a furry pair of handcuffs. “This way we can play with him…but he can’t play with us. Ok? Sorry, Aidan,” she added as she cuffed my hands behind my back.
The kissing game resumed, and Lorrie and Sarah went at it with a renewed passion. I mostly watched, my hands pinned awkwardly behind my back. Lorrie would kiss me occasionally or run her finger nails down my back, but Sarah seemed intent on winning her “back,” and was gradually succeeding. She kissed Lorrie’s neck. She pulled down a cup of Lorrie’s bra and sucked on her breast. She kissed her all the way down her body and pulled her panties to the side and began to tongue Lorrie’s slit. Lorrie arched her back and moaned. “Don’t stop,” she whispered.
I watched with wide eyes. It was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen. The sights and sounds – Lorrie’s flushed skin and little gasps as she moved towards climax, Sarah’s flickering tongue – were overwhelming. I wanted so badly to touch myself but I couldn’t because of the handcuffs. I began to hump the bedspread just to feel the silk fabric rub against my erection.
Lorrie opened her eyes and saw me. “Aidan…” she moaned, “…no…the bedspread…OOOH!”
I stopped, and watched as Lorrie’s whole body seemed to shake as she orgasmed. She and Sarah caught their breath for a moment. When they had regained their composure they both stood up and pulled me up off the bed. My cock was completely out of my panties and it stood out straight in front of me.
“Bad girl,” Sarah said. “Almost made a mess while you watched your mommies had fun, didn’t you?”
“It looks painful,” Lorrie said, eyeing my cock warily.
“Easy enough to take care of, though.” Sarah grabbed my hot shaft and I gasped as she began to tug it gently.
“No, we can’t…not in here,” Lorrie said. She suddenly seemed worried about something. Her cheeks were still flushed and her breast exposed.
Sarah raised her eyebrows questioningly but then seemed to understand. “Oh,” she said. “I see. Still?”
I was barely aware of any of this. All I could focus on was my throbbing erection “Please,” I whispered.
“Oh, I just hate to leave him like this, though,” Lorrie said.
“Hold on,” Sarah said. She stood up and walked towards the bathroom. I moaned. “Sit tight, Pretty One,” she said. “Auntie Sarah will take care of you.”
She came out with a bunch of towels and spread them on the bed.
“There we go,” she said. “This way Baby Aidan can make a mess and Mommy Lorrie won’t get in trouble.”
Lorrie laughed, but it sounded more nervous than amused.
“Be careful, Sarah,” she said.
“Point your thingie towards the towels,” Sarah told me. “If you miss, Mommy will be very angry, Ok? Now just relax.”
She pulled my panties down around my stilettos and began to stroke me ever so gently with one hand, then the other. Up then down, like brush strokes. Then she would grab and squeeze, and tap her fingers like she was playing a flute. She was an expert. She would bring me right up to the edge then stop me right there by pulling away. I was dizzy with pleasure. I couldn’t think or see. My world was her hand. She completely controlled me.
She stopped at a certain point. “This one’s about to cum. Want to finish him off?”
Lorrie shook her head. ‘I…I can’t.”
“Well. I’m not doing it. He’s your little girlfriend.”
I moaned. I was so close.
Sarah grabbed my hand and pulled me face down onto the bed, my arms still pinned behind me by the handcuffs. It was a very awkward position. “Aidan, Princess, come lie down on these towels…There you go. Now rub yourself against them like you were doing earlier…That’s it, perfect.”
I did as I was told. It wasn’t as good as her hand had been but all I wanted was release.
She talked to me as I humped the bed. “There you go, Baby. Such a good girl. Such a pretty little girl. So good to your Mommies. Yes. Yes you are.”
The words were degrading but hot in my situation. It had been building all night. I was about to burst against the rough towels. Nothing could stop it.
But then there was a knock on the door. A loud one. Big booming shakes that seemed to resonate through the walls. I stopped and looked up.
“Shit! Shit, shit, shit.” Lorrie said. She stood up and grabbed her head. “What time is it? Fuck. Fuck. He’s here.”
Sarah was up, too. “What’s happening? Who is that?”
“You have to get out of here. Both of you. No it’s too late for that. Oh, God. I completely lost track of time.”
“We can go out the back,” Sarah offered.
“No, he’ll see you.”
Another booming knock. “Lorrie! Open up,” I heard a deep voice call.
“Just a second!” Lorrie answered. “Ok, both you, in the closet. Now!”
Lorrie dragged me towards the closet. I had to shuffle because of the high heels and panties around my ankles. I tripped into the closet and fell on top of a pile of clothes and shoes. Sarah slid in basically right on top of me and shut the door partway, leaving a crack to see out of.
More knocks. “Coming!” Lorrie yelled, and through the crack we could see her hurry out her bedroom door.
“Lorrie!” Sarah stage-whispered. “Aidan’s clothes! And the towels!”
“Shit,” Lorrie said. She turned around and picked them up and disappeared down the hall.
“Come on, Lorrie! It’s freezing out here!” the deep voice said from outside.
A few moments later we saw Lorrie rush down the hall in her bra and panties, her stilettos clicking on the hallway floor. She tucked her breast under her bra as she ran. Was she really going to open the door for this guy dressed like that? Who was it? We heard her open the door. “Happy Birthday, Baby,” she said. I realized who it was. Her boyfriend, Travis. The lingerie had been for him. I was crestfallen.
“My girl’s looking sexy,” Travis said. “But what the hell took you so long to open the door? Is someone here?”
“Nobody’s here, Travis. I just wanted to make sure your present was ready.”
“My present, huh? And what might my present be.”
“Me. This. I picked out this expensive lingerie just for you. Don’t you like it? You said this is what you wanted.”
He paused. I could just imagine him looking her up and down.
“So my present is something I can already have whenever I want?”
“Wiseass. But no, not like this, Baby. Trust me.”
I could hear the sounds of them kissing all the way down the hall. Then footsteps coming towards the bedroom. I saw both of them pass by the closet. Lorrie first in her black bra and panties, the Travis, big and menacing in jeans and flannel. He had a shaved head and meaty arms. Then I heard the sounds of bed springs settling and more making out. This went on for several minutes.
“How do you want me first?” I head Lorrie ask.
Sarah and I were still crammed in the closet, listening and breathing quietly. She was basically on top of me, and I still had a raging hard on. I could smell her hair, her skin, her sex. Her nearly naked body was pressing into mine wasn’t helping matters. Despite the uncomfortable knowledge of what was going on outside, I was still incredibly aroused. But I couldn’t do anything about it. My arms were pinned painfully behind my back because of the handcuffs. I tried to shift my weight and involuntarily rubbed my cock against her legs. It felt so good I did it again. I couldn’t help myself.