1 comments/ 54166 views/ 5 favorites Entrapped in Her Panties Ch. 02 By: sleepless 3 Entrapped in her panties 2 – a woman entraps a married man- follow up to "entrapped in her panties" (by sleepless 3) Chantelle was just nestling her beautiful boobs into the black lacy bra as she looked up in a mirror to see Susan walking out of the bathroom into the bedroom in matching pink bra and panties. Both women were stunning looking ladies and looked at each other in their underwear with a knowing smile on their faces. "Are those a pair of your special pink panties?" Chantelle asked. "Yep, I'm really in the mood to take a pop at some gullible man tonight" Susan answered. "I'm going out feeling in the mood for some control!" Chantelle and Susan shared an apartment near the town centre and were dressing for a night out. A scarlet red loose fitting top over a black leather skirt was the choice of Chantelle nestling over her curvaceous body – a small black dress selected by Susan. They were hot. "Where are we meeting Joy?" asked Susan. "Down at the Black Cat bar around 8.30" was the response. Meanwhile Steve and Bob were just leaving their Hotel having spent the day on a marketing stand in the big exhibition centre and ready for a drink and a bit of fun in a strange town. "Did you call Mary?" asked Bob "Yep, she was just out of the shower and was teasing me a bit over the phone about missing my body – left me with a right hard-on" said Steve. "You are the lucky one – Sarah was just stroppy about being left with the kids – but she knows it goes with the job – she is glad I am back tomorrow evening" responded Bob. The two men walked down the street checking out the various bars and restaurants – they settled on a Chinese restaurant where they had some food and then moved down to a seedy looking bar with a large yellow cats eye back lit on a sign over the door – they entered the bar. As they walked in they went directly to two stools at the island bar in the centre of the room and called for a couple of Bacardi and cokes. From their vantage position they started to look around at the people that were in there. A couple of older men were sat on the opposite side of the bar talking to the barman with the familiarity of regulars. The bar had a series of fixed tables around the edge each with booth seating. In the booth nearest to them two very pretty women were sat engrossed in conversation sipping at their drinks. Steve was facing them and, leaning over near to Bob's ear, spoke quietly: "You know I've often wondered what a one night stand would be like and sure as hell could give the girls behind you a bit of sexual attention. My hard-on from earlier still hasn't fully subsided!" Just as Steve said this, the two girls rose picking up their handbags and moved toward the ladies toilet. As they walked by, Steve saw they were both very evocatively dressed – one in a red top over a short leather skirt, the other in a white tight skimpy top over a blue micro-skirt with very high white boots on her legs up to her knees. His dick stirred a bit reminding him he had been a few days without any sexual workout. Bob was looking the other way and could just make out a man stood ordering drinks toward the back of the bar. He grabbed a look at the girls as they moved toward the toilet door- "I can see what it is that has been stimulating you so much" he said "and just catch an eyeful of the Blonde in the black dress walking to the ladies." As the woman in the black dress sauntered by, Steve caught a good eyeful and she looked into his eyes just enough to acknowledge her satisfaction he was looking at her. She gave a small smile and walked directly into the ladies toilet. "God she is piece of work" – exclaimed Steve – "what do you feel like doing for the rest of the evening?" "I must say those three are a joy to look at – not sure I want to get too involved though" – replied Bob. "Oh come on" Steve added " we are miles from home in a quiet bar – a bit of company over a few drinks won't harm what do you say?" Just as long as it is restricted to that alone I'm game for an hour or two" said Bob. As he said that the two girls came out of the toilet and returned to their seat – as they moved by, the girl in red looked Steve directly in the eye and gave him a beaming smile. He couldn't avert his stare in time and smiled back with another throb in his trouser region. A few moments later the Blonde emerged and moved to the back of the bar and again she made eye contact with Steve and appeared to pout her lips – Steve was definitely feeling rather horny. Steve looked over at Bob. "Let's buy a bottle of Bacardi and a few cokes and see if the girls want to help us drink it – I'm in the mood for some company" "Ok – you order up – I'm off for a pee!" "I'm right behind you" said Steve and they moved toward the Gents toilet door together. In the Gents they split between the one cubicle and one urinal, pushing past a chap washing his hands as they entered. "The girl in the black dress in the booth at the back looks a bit tasty – wonder if she's spoken for?" Bob shouted to Steve. "Probably - the two girls in the front booth are a better bet" answered Steve " but the blonde is the best fucking thing I've seen in many a moon" he continued. They pushed back past the chap in the Gents who was pruning his hair and returned to the bar where they negotiated a price for a full bottle of Bacardi, an ice bucket full of sale or return cokes with ice and four glasses. The barman had to stir up his ice making machine as he compiled the order. At this moment Bob realised the bloke from the Gents was returning to the back of the bar and taking a seat next to the Blonde in the black-dress. "Some lucky bugger is with the Blonde" said Bob. Steve quickly turned around to glance and saw the two cuddled up together. "Oh well – we need two anyway" he quickly responded. At this point Steve picked up the glasses and Bacardi and Bob grabbed the ice bucket full of cokes and a bottle opener offered to him by the barman. "Have you seen the hot TV advert for the drink that makes you a natural at dancing the Samba – we seem to have some here and wandered if you fancied a lesson?" Steve opened up with the two girls. Bob waited in the shadows for a moment. The girl in red looked up, gave a slightly sullen look and asked "what makes you think I am not already the hottest Samba dancer in town?" Steve looked down – he could not help himself noticing the hint of black lace holding up her tits and presenting a lovely bit of cleavage in the front cut of her blouse – his dick gave a small throb. "I sort of thought that" he added "with an outfit like that you clearly have the passion for Latin moves". With that he moved to sit down, placed the bottle and the glasses on the table and offered his right hand to shake "I was born a Steve and love to dance" – he added. "Chantelle" was the response as she accepted the handshake with a very weak hand gently place in his. "This is Bob" – said Steve as Bob moved out of the shadows with the ice bucket. "My name is Joy" – said the girl in white and she offered up her hand to Bob. Bob quickly put down the ice bucket and the opener and sat down beside Joy drying his right hand from the ice bucket condensation on his trousers as he did so to receive Joys handshake. Steve and Chantelle were a natural couple in moments – talking away as if they had been friends for years. The conversation between Joy and Bob was much more forced with Joy asking most of the early questions. The drink flowed, the men drinking a fair bit faster than the ladies and more cokes in a fresh ice bucket were called for. Just as Bob was collecting the cokes, the Blonde in the black dress approached Joy and leaned over to whisper in her ear. A big smile erupted on Joys face and before Bob returned he saw the Blonde move off toward the toilets again. He took his place alongside Joy - the talking was becoming much easier as the rum kicked in. "Do you know that woman in the black dress?" Bob enquired. "She is Chantelle's housemate – we often come out for a drink together – Joy answered. "Why - do you fancy her?" Bob was immediately on the back foot "I think all three of you are very beautiful looking women" he answered diplomatically "but I am a bit old in the tooth to have fanciful dreams these days." "You are the age when I bet you have some very fanciful dreams" retorted Joy "tell me you have never had a wet dream when you have been away from home?" she challenged. "OK – at the end of the day I do occasionally have a dream like that but I've always been monogamous" responded Bob "So what is your wildest fantasy that you wish your wife would deliver you on your next birthday?" Joy asked. As she did this she moved her whole body around to face Bob on his left side and brought her head close to allow him to speak quietly and be heard only by her. Her lips were only a few inches away from Bobs. Bob was feeling a bit awkward, wanting to feel less guilty of not being with his wife. "If I was truthful it would be having sex totally on the terms of a woman in control – I have always dreamt along those sorts of lines when it comes to wet dreams" (Bob had no idea where this came from – must be the Bacardi talking he thought.) Joy was very quick to react "so to be told what to do and to give yourself over to a sexually dominant woman turns you on does it" – with this she looked Bob directly in the eyes and moved an inch or two closer such that he could feel her breath on his face and smell her perfume close up – she smiled and did not avert her gaze for a moment. "I like to make love to men who like to be dominated – I know some tricks that would turn you on in a major way" With this she moved her left hand onto Bobs thigh just short of his dick. She detected a twitch as it started to come to life and again smiled. It was at this point that Bob noticed Steve and Chantelle were kissing passionately and he saw that her hand was inside his trousers playing with his stiff member – he was already putty in her hands. A few moments later he became aware that Steve and Chantelle were getting up from the booth – Chantelle whispered something in Joy's ear and they both moved off toward the ladies toilet. Joy returned her full attention to Bob and said "They are both so horny they have gone off to do something about it – we are meeting up with them at Chantelle's flat round the corner – finish up your drink and we'll walk round there – it's only a few minutes walk." By this time Joys hand had begun to play with Bob's dick through the fabric of his trousers and underpants and he was beginning to strain with a raging hard on. He couldn't resist letting her do it. He looked hesitatingly around – Chantelle and Steve were no where to be seen – the only change in the bar was the Blonde in the black dress had sat down at the bar on her own sipping a glass of water. No sign of the chap she had been speaking to earlier. "Errrrrr – I don't know" mumbled Bob "I should really get back to the hotel and get some sleep – I am out of here tomorrow." At this point Joy became quite physical, placed her hand around his head and drew him to meet her lips. She French kissed him whilst rubbing that bit harder up and down on his stiff cock through the trousers still. After a few seconds Bob suddenly became aware Joy had slid down the zipper of his trousers and had adeptly moved in around the side of his underpants and was now playing with his dick slowly moving her encircled hand up and down its length. "I am just like you – really in need of a bit of uncomplicated sex with no strings attached – my panties are really wet wanting your company – just an hour or so whilst your mate works out with Chantelle – what do you say?" Joy whispered. "I will fulfil your fantasy for you." Bob didn't know what to do, he had never been unfaithful to his wife in 9 years of marriage and although he and Steve had occasionally visited a strip bar on business he had never strayed in the physical sense. But the movements up and down his cock were so soft and gentle he was now getting really horny and was as stiff as he could ever remember being. Joy continued to stroke – just occasionally playing with the head of his cock to stimulate him more – she had magic fingers and knew exactly what she was doing. Bob was enjoying it all too much. "I have never done anything like this before – you say Steve has gone round the corner with Chantelle" said Bob a bit feebly. Joy responded "she told me they were going to work out a bit in the loo but that we could let ourselves in and they will meet us back there in the not too distant – come on a bit of rampant company is clearly what this fella here wants" (she widened her hand along the whole length of Bobs now raging cock smoothing the trickle of pre-cum along it and teasing his balls through the pubic hair at it's base – he was loving it). Bob looked at Joy straight on – one last pang of guilt waved across his face – but her eyes pierced into him – "this will be a bit of harmless fun I assure you" she said. With that Bob chose, he knocked back the dregs of his glass (the Bacardi was now long gone) and Joy removed her hand sweetly zipping Bob up on the way out. A quick rub to keep the cock erect and a kiss on the lips retained his interest totally. They walked around a couple of blocks and came to what looked like a fire escape "In here" she said "it is quicker than going round the front." They entered a dimly lit hall and Joy produced a key that let them into the second door on the right. It was a small apartment with a living area with small kitchenette and a couple of doors off (presumably two bedrooms Bob thought). "Come!" she said and led Bob into one of the bedrooms – a double bed faced them with a brass frame, Joy walked up close again to Bob and started to give him a lingering kiss whilst at the some time she revived his erection with a fresh rub through his trousers. "Let me see what I have been playing with then" Joy suddenly said with a hint of an order in her tone. Bob was a bit worried. At this point Joy started to undo Bobs shirt and pulled it back down his arms and off behind him. She looked up and smiled at him – he had not resisted. She then undid his belt and trousers, taking an extra long stroke of his erection through his underpants and slid them down to his ankles. Bob was then pushed a bit backwards causing him to sit down on the bed behind him. "I said I like to be a bit dominant" she said "your fantasy – remember?" Bob didn't quite know how to take this – matters were progressing very quickly but his raging cock was taking over his sensibility. In a few more movements Joy had the shoes socks and trousers removed and she lifted Bob's legs and twisted him onto the bed. Bob assisted and settled himself in the centre of the bed. At this point Joy leant down to one of the bed side cabinets and extracted a ball of parcel string and a pair of scissors. She moved onto the bed – still fully clothed – and straddled Bob with her bum firmly on his stiff cock. A few small movements and Bob was throbbing away – she looked at him and smiled. "So you like a woman on top" she said directly at him. Bob looked up and started to want the material between his erect cock and her fanny out of the way. With this she started to unravel the string and cut some lengths about three feet long – after placing four pieces on the bed she placed the scissors back on the side table and picked up Bobs left hand. Looking into his eyes with a smile as she did it, she smoothly double looped one end of a piece of string around the base of is small finger tying it quite tightly. She repeated this with his right hand. "Now" she said "If I am to control you, you need to submit to me" and with this she leant over – making a point of lowering her clad breasts onto Bob's chest and again wriggling her bum just a little. She stretched out Bobs left arm so the hand was toward the corner of the bed. Bob complied and she attached the other end of the string to the brass bed head. She quickly did the same with the right arm. "She sat up again and looked down at Bob – and in a re-assuring voice – "don't worry it will only take a few seconds to cut you free with the scissors – just lie back and enjoy the fantasy" Joy then slide evocatively down Bobs body rubbing his cock with her body and about his knees turned around so she was facing his feet – now sat on his knees. With a bit of a flurry Joy attached two more pieces of string to Bob's small toes – again at the base below the knuckle. Dismounting the bed she then moved around the base of the bed and attached the string to the bottom brass up stand on the bed. At this point Bob felt a bit worried and thought he would try one hand just to see how tight things were – he quickly realised that although the string was not much in diameter. It was a lot stronger than the joint in his finger and he would end up breaking something on him before the string would snap – he realised he was totally at her mercy. Joy moved around the bed and leaned over Bob, "As I said – I can fulfil your fantasy of control by a woman – you are now all mine!" with this she placed her hand directly on Bobs throbbing cock and proceeded to tease it mercilessly through the material of his under pants. After a few minutes she smiled again at Bob and went back around the bed to the other side where the string and scissors were parked. She sat on the edge of the bed and proceeded to cut away the underpants to expose Bobs raging cock. She ended with a flurry – yanking out the chopped up underpants from under Bob with a sharp pull. She then moved to the dresser at the back of the room and delved into her handbag bringing out a small digital camera. "I like to have a photographic record of my conquests" she said starting up the little whining noise of the flash getting ready for action. Bob now felt very uncomfortable. He gave a few more tugs at his bonds but realised that the more he struggled the tighter the string around his fingers and toes became and they were now starting to hurt a lot. "Actually I think I have had enough" Bob stated "please would you cut me free now" he said as forcibly as he could muster. "Click/Flash" went the camera as Joy stood at the end of the bed looking along Bobs spread eagled body with a raging erection before her and Bob trying to turn his head away from the camera. "You know" she said "there are several reasons I like to incapacitate men like you with fine string – one of them is it does not notice on the photograph – just makes you look like a willing participant and that hard on shows you are enjoying yourself – another is its effectiveness is always underestimated. You are now totally under my control - so get used to it!" Bob's reaction was to try again to pull at his bonds but he realised he was stuck. This generated anger within him and again he tried aggressive negotiation. "I have absolutely had enough – please cut me free right now!" he iterated. "Now that's not very friendly" replied Joy "I am only fulfilling your fantasy" and with that she disappeared into the bathroom with her handbag. She returned with a towel and a few implements and set these out to the side of Bob adjacent to his groin area. His erection was beginning to fade a bit as this was now a worrying situation rather than a sexual one. Joy took his cock back into her hand and stroked it back to life – looking at Bob. "This can be really enjoyable for you or not – it is your choice – relax and enjoy the situation and you will have a good time" she said softly. With his cock throbbing again Joy took grip of a small battery operated hair trimmer and switched it on. She proceeded to work all around Bob's pubic region cutting away all his hair. After a while she took a damp face cloth and rubbed him all around the area scattering the cuttings onto the towel she had positioned. Without saying a word Joy then picked up an aerosol can and loaded her right hand with creamy foam. This was then generously rubbed all around his balls, his cock and the groin region. With that she collected the towel and went back to the bathroom. As she moved toward the door she turned back and commented Entrapped in Her Panties Ch. 02 "I like to leave my mark on my conquests – the cream will work over the next 15 minutes to leave you totally smooth and free of pubic hair." She moved off into the bathroom and re-emerged a few moments later having shaken the towel out of the clippings and with the face towel refreshed. Placing these on the bed she again returned to the base and picked up the camera again taking a few more shots. At this point she walked over to the heap of cloth that was Bob's trousers and she placed her hand into his pocket – extracting his wallet. "Now let's see who we have here – I like to know where to send the photos if co-operation is less than fully compliant" Bob looked over in horror. Joy extracted a business card with his contact details thereon. "This will do nicely" added Joy. She placed the card in her purse very specifically. She then returned to the foamy area and started to rub the cream off very slowly with the wet face towel As much as Bob wanted to resist – the feeling of the warm towel around his cock stimulated him back into action. Having wiped off all the cream Joy dried him using the towel and looked down at her handiwork. "All smooth and hairless" she said "now we can see what we are doing." With this she pinched his penis to stimulate a loss of erection and went back to the implements on the bed. She selected a metal ring that was clearly a good bit smaller than Bob's cock when erect. She took a small tube of oil and applied this to the ring and then placed it over Bobs cock and quickly to its base – this was followed by some renewed massaging that again stimulated life into Bob's cock. As it swelled up again Bob became aware of the constraint that the cock ring was applying but could not help himself. "Now we are talking a hard on to be proud of and one that will be around for me to play with" announced Joy. Bob realised he was now in real trouble but could do nothing to fight it. He decided anger was not going to get him anywhere – perhaps some begging would help. "Look you are welcome to the money in my wallet and I'll even get some more from the cashpoint if you let me – just let me go I beg you and no more will be said?" he whimpered. "I am not interested in your money" Joy retorted "I like men that are all mine." With this she took a few more shots and then drew a chair out from the dressing table to face Bob to one side of the bed. At this point she started to sway to an imaginary rhythm and began a slow striptease. Bob was able to watch and started to enjoy the action as she drew the top over her head to reveal two beautiful breasts encase in a white bra. The long white boots were next followed by the micro skirt. In her underwear she started to use the chair as a prop, performing professional strip teasing movements, tweaking her nipples through the thin material of the bra and putting her hand into her panties. As she did so she looked up at Bob who was transfixed and clearly enjoying the show as his cock was fully up and throbbing. Slowly she removed her Bra and this was followed by the sensual removal of her panties. Bob was now trying not to let it get to him but far too late – his cock ringed penis was a hard as it ever got. "I am now about to rape you" was the sudden statement made by Joy and with this she moved onto the bed – straddles Bob across his chest and inched up to give his mouth a rub of her wet cunt – leaving a lingering musty smell moving up Bob's nose. "Lick me" she ordered. Bob resisted, he was full of all sorts of mixed up emotion at this stage and could omly muster a further request to be let go. "Lick me or the photos will go public at your office tomorrow – that's a promise!" With a thought of this Bob decided to let her have her way and started to use hid tongue on her. He enjoyed giving his wife cunnilingus so was actually well practiced at this act and as the perfume of Joy started to wash through him he found the whole exercise stimulating and started to put some effort into it. Joy came to an orgasm. As Joy slide down Bob's body from his mouth she looked down at him over her luscious breasts and said "a woman could get used to that – you have clearly practised" She kept on going and her bum touched the very tip of Bob's raging erection. "Now for some real rape action – and with this she grabbed hold of Bob's hard penis and quickly took it inside her. She started ti grind and move to offer a flow of feelings to Bob that were so intense he was on the verge of coming. She continued to grind and move with some obvious noises of enjoyment and within a few minutes Bob was shooting his well generated load inside her. She milked him until he was dry. As she slid up his body again – releasing his cock – Bob noticed a feeling of it still being hard, the cock ring was clearly doing its job. She dismounted him and again wondered around the bed to where the string and scissors were sat. This time she cutt off a piece of string about 8 feet long and then nestled back om the bed alongside Bobs penis. "Time to wrap up this toy of mine" she stated and with clear expertise applied the string around the scrotum, Bob's balls and his still stiff penis until the mummification of his whole member was complete. She tied off the ends of the string with a flurry and took the scissors to the ends so her work looked really neat. He was seriously encased. Joy then began to dress and placed all her implements back in her handbag except the camera – she used this to take some fresh shots. Moving up to Bobs face she leant over and gave him a gentle kiss – "don't worry", she said "this is a serviced apart hotel and the maid will be in around 8 – I'm sure she will set you free!" With that she picked up her bag and left the room and the apartment. I wonder what Steve is up to was the first thing Bob could think about! (written by ‘sleepless 3' 12-12-04) Entrapped in Her Panties Ch. 03 When Joy and Chantelle spotted the two chaps as they walked into the bar they both looked at each other and smiled. Chantelle instinctively moved her hands to arrange her luscious cleavage in her black lacy bra – just showing in the open neck of her red blouse. She looked over at Chantelle in her skimpy white top over a blue micro-skirt with the reflection of her white panties glinting in the light of the dimly lit booth in which they were sat. Their friend, Susan, had left them to talk to a lone chap that had been at the bar. "Now we have seen Susan strike it hot perhaps our turn has just walked in" said Chantelle. Joy twisted a little to see the two guys ordering a drink and sit on stools at the central island bar – one faced them. She turned back "I reckon you could be right – they look lonely enough" responded Joy. Just at this moment Chantelle noticed a signal from Susan – her flat mate – sitting over the other side of the bar in another booth with a man sat beside her. It was her holding her glass with both hands and meant a meeting in the toilets was called. "Come on Joy, time to meet with Susan" said Chantelle – they collected up their bags and stood and walked to the toilet – as they passed the two guys at the bar Chantelle looked one in the eye and smiled a little. They entered the toilet. A few moments later Susan joined them and offered up a big smile. "I think I've got him" she said "he's taken the bait and wants to try on my panties". Joy giggled "have you one of your special pairs on?" she asked. "Oh yes - and he is going to find out what that means big time" responded Susan. "What do you reckon to the two chaps at the bar?" asked Chantelle to both the others. "Ready to be plucked" stated Susan "the dark haired one couldn't resist a good look at all of us as we came in here – the fair haired one will take a bit more coaxing I think". "Do you reckon they will come to us?" asked Joy. "Let's give them 15 minutes to see" responded Chantelle. At this point Susan lifted her small black dress to reveal the tops of her stay up black stockings and pink lacy panties, which she hooked with both thumbs and drew down to her feet. Stepping out of them she picked them up and placed them in her handbag. "I have a man out there gagging to put these on – time to see if they fit!" stated Susan. "If we go past the 15 minutes without action I will make a move on the guys – Joy have you got your room key?" said Chantelle. "Yep, I called into Monties on the way here and got room 11" responded Joy. "Right then – time to play" said Susan rather triumphantly. With this Chantelle and Joy moved out to retake their seat in the front booth. As Chantelle walked by the two men she looked specifically into the eyes of the dark haired chap and smiled a little. She saw and felt a positive response. They went back to small talk over their depleted drinks in the booth. After a while, Susan set off to her man in a back booth of the bar. After a few minutes Chantelle noticed Susan's man entering the gents toilet and leant over to Joy "Susan has worked her spell" said Chantelle. Right then the two guys from the bar both went to the Gents and returned after a few minutes - they started talking to the barman. By now the dark haired man was regularly eying up Chantelle and she knew it. "I think we are on as well" she stated. A few more minutes and the dark haired chap wondered over to the booth with a full bottle of Bacardi and four glasses in his hand – the fair haired guy followed in the shadows carrying an ice bucket full of cokes. "Have you seen the hot Bacardi TV advert for the drink that makes you a natural at dancing the Samba – we seem to have some here and wandered if you fancied a lesson?" The dark haired guy spoke. The fair haired chap waited in the shadows for a moment. Chantelle looked up, gave a slightly sullen look and asked "what makes you think I am not already the hottest Samba dancer in town?" The guy looked down – Chantelle consciously muscled up her breasts to ensure he would notice her luscious cleavage encased with the hint of black lace showing around the cut of her blouse. "I sort of thought that" the bloke added "with an outfit like that you clearly have the passion for Latin moves". He then moved to sit down, placed the bottle and the glasses on the table and offered his right hand to shake "I was born a Steve and love to dance" – he added. "Chantelle" was the response as she accepted the handshake placing her hand gently in his. "This is Bob" – said Steve as his friend moved out of the shadows with the ice bucket. "My name is Joy" – said Joy offering up her hand to Bob. He quickly put down the ice bucket and the opener and sat down beside her, drying his right hand from the ice bucket condensation on his trousers to make a handshake. The talking quickly split into two separate conversations with Joy and Bob's body language confirming to Chantelle that Bob was the shy one – but she knew Joy would sort that out in time. The drinks flowed - the girls taking care not to drink too quickly, but the boys were knocking back the rum and cokes pretty fast. Chantelle kept Steve's glass topped up and their conversation flowed easily. "So tell me about your home life" Chantelle asked. "Not lots to say – away from home for work, have been a few days now and thought a bit of company would be fun" replied Steve – trying to avoid talk of his wife and home. "So you are looking for fun are you?" replied Chantelle "what sort of fun do you mean?" Steve was already quite horny; in an earlier phone call to his wife she had teased him over the wire about how she was in the nude from a shower and was masturbating herself to orgasm and asking him to stroke his dick in sympathy. He had actually found himself doing just that before he was due out with Bob so had raised a stiffy but not finished himself off. "Your company is good fun" started Steve "I am happy to be with you for the evening." "What about the night?" launched Chantelle "I like to have really good fun in my bedroom at night, just the thought of a good looking man like you turns me warm and wet to the point that I yearn a bit of sexual activity." Steve couldn't believe his luck – she was a beautiful woman and seemed to be opening up for some extra curricular activity. Just her words had his cock now starting to strain within his trousers. She moved closer and leaned closely in toward his face. "What is it that you dream of when you have a wank in your hotel room!" she suddenly said. As she did this, her right hand gently moved onto Steve's bulge in his trousers and started to probe and rub, he did not resist – indeed he opened up his legs a little beckoning her to feel a bit more of him. Chantelle recognised the sign and slowly lowered Steve's trouser zipper to allow her hand to start to feel his cock through the thin material of his underpants. Chantelle caressed his quickly stiffening cock and pulled the top elastic that allowed his 8 inch cock to escape the confines of the underwear with a couple of inches showing above the waist band. She took the tip in between her fingers and started to move up and down the exposed part, moistening the tip with pre-cum that was starting to flow. "Bosoms like yours" answered Steve – not comfortable to be admitting he ever wanked – but his wife was of the pert type and he tended to fantasise about a voluptuous woman and Chantelle was all of that. Chantelle shuffled a bit closer and twisted a bit to emphasise her cleavage further under Steve's chin "bet you'd enjoy for me to bring you off using these then!" she said "I am an expert in tit wanks!" Steve had not even thought before of using woman's breasts as a wanking opportunity but the thought drove him to a new level of sexual excitement – the thrusting twitch in his dick was very noticeable to Chantelle who immediately pinched his erection to subside it a little, sensing Steve was fast reaching the point of ejaculation. Steve suddenly became aware that he was now yearning for Chantelle's company and sexual attention – his dick was now talking louder than his conscience and the rum was fuelling his desire for sexual relief. At this time he realised that Bob was back at the bar – getting some more cokes it looked like – and the blonde from the back of the room was leaning over whispering into the ear of Joy – she was grinning at what she was being told. Steve turned back to Chantelle – who was again livening up his cock with gentle strokes after the pinch. "This fella feels like he would like to play – what do you say – I have a flat just round the corner we could spend some time together?" Chantelle said Steve looked again at her cleavage and then up to her face. "I am with him – I need to let him know my plans" responded Steve. "No issue, I'll get Joy to let him know where we are going" and with this she turned to Joys ear and whispered into it. Turning back to Steve she said "She's cool with that and will tell Bob what we are up to". She then increased her hold of his dick along its length and moved to deliver a kiss on his mouth that was soft and really lingering. Steve was now gagging for sex. Chantelle's hands moved to seal up his trousers again – although she made no attempt to stick his cock back inside his underpants – the two inches was still sticking past his underwear waist band – but he was now encased again in his trousers. She leaned down to him again and looked him in the eye. "I think you need a little something to keep you excited whilst we walk – come with me" she stated in a fairly firm tone. With this she arose, picked up her hand bag and urged Steve to stand up – which he duly did although a little shaky as he realised he had consumed a lot of rum. She then led him away from the booth toward the toilets – he followed looking over at Bob and Joy – and noticed Joy was rubbing Bobs cock so he assumed they would be making their own fun and decided they would regroup at the Hotel. He moved off hand in hand with Chantelle. When they reached the ladies toilet Chantelle took a slightly firmer grip of Steve's hand and almost dragged him inside before he could react. When they got in it was quickly apparent the toilet was empty and she urged him into one of the cubicles – he obeyed already a bit embarrassed by his predicament. Chantelle followed him in and closed the door behind her. She asked Steve to sit on the closed seat and placed her hands on his chest making a circling motion to his nipples. "You like me playing with these – don't you?" – stated Chantelle. Steve's cock twitched proving he was turned on by the action. "Well I am now going to release my bosoms from my bra and I want you to think about them whilst we walk back to the flat – so I want you to cover up your nipples with my bra!" Chantelle stated. "Take off your shirt!" she added Steve though about this for all of 20 seconds – to see her curves in front of him is all he wanted at that moment so he reacted straight away and undid his shirt pushing it back over his shoulders and extracting his arms. Chantelle undid a clip behind her red top that allowed it to lower itself onto her hips exposing her bosoms encased into her black lacy bra. Looking straight into Steve's eyes she then reached behind and undid her bra – slowly she took the two straps and lowered it to let her beautiful firm breasts become exposed in front of Steve's face. He was totally enchanted – especially as her deodorant gave off a lovely fragrance as she moved the bra off her arms. Moving slowly, she then urged Steve to offer up his hands so she could slip the bra straps over his arms and then leant forward to reach behind him to do the clip up behind him. As she did this, her now free breasts touched the chest and chin of Steve who took in the fragrance and warmth emanating from her cleavage. He couldn't stop himself giving a small kiss to the flesh whilst it was in range. "There – this will help you remember me as we walk" she noted as she moved back into the upright position and recovered her red top placing it back in position covering her breasts – clipping it back in place. "You can put your shirt back on now" she added. Steve obeyed. It certainly felt strange wearing a lacy under wired bra under his shirt but his raging hard on was the clue that it was increasing his build up of sexual tension. Further, he could now make out Chantelle's nipples through the red top - pert and erect with apparent excitement and with her beautiful full and firm breasts clearly outlined. "Come" said Chantelle urging Steve back to his feet and undoing the door they walked out of the toilet and toward the door of the bar. As they left Steve noted that Bob and Joy had apparently left already - he also spotted the Blonde in the little black dress at the bar sipping a drink. They walked out to the street and moved down a few blocks holding hands. "I love the cool air washing over my uncovered breasts – it always makes them keen for some real action" stated Chantelle "how do yours feel covered in feminine lace?" Steve reached up with his free hand to feel the bra through his shirt "I don't know why - but one hell of a turn on" he said. Chantelle let out a little laugh. "Exciting eh!" she stated "not far now just around the next block" They reached a doorway and Steve was urged by her hand movement to open and enter the door into a dimly lit hallway. They walked along the corridor to a door that she opened with a key from her bag. They entered and as Chantelle closed the door she lifted the latch so that the lock was no longer applied. Steve looked into the apartment – a sitting area and open kitchenette was before him with a number of doors off the main area. Chantelle moved close to Steve and brought their lips together – another long passionate kiss that Steve could not resist in any way. As the kissing continued Steve was slowly but surely urged back wards toward a door that Chantelle opened as they reached it. The activity continued – and she slickly undid the shirt – stripping it off Steve - then undoing his trousers and lowering them down his legs. By the time they reached the bed he sat down from the motion of moving backwards. She was towering over him with those beautiful bosoms casting a special silhouette for him to see. As she flicked off his shoes and removed the trousers he complied allowing her to lead. She then pushed him back onto the bed and quietly spoke "I suggest you get comfortable on the bed – it is time for me to take off my clothes!" Steve shuffled to the centre of the bed and watched as Chantelle moved to a small cassette unit on which she pushed a button filling the room with the beat of music – as she did this her body started to sway, her hips moving to the beat with her bum toward Steve and she proceeded to move like a professional lap dancer. Steve's cock came back to full life quickly with this sight – especially as Chantelle leaned over to touch her toes, giving a sight of her black lacy panties shrouding her bum and showing a hint of the bulge of her cunt – he thought he even made out a little glistening moisture in that area. The leather skirt was first to the floor as she turned to show her panties from the front and then the red top was carefully removed to expose her beautiful breasts with very erect nipples. Steve's erection now full on with a vengeance. At this point Chantelle turned back to the dresser and opened the top drawer. She removed a plastic case and returned to the bed alongside Steve. She climbed onto the bed and straddled him with her panty clad bum in full contact with the tip of his penis that was still poking out from his underpants. The feeling was electric for Steve – his penis throbbed and was totally hard. Chantelle then retrieved the plastic pouch and said to Steve "If you want my sort of fun you need to play by my rules" – with this she opened a zipper on the small case and extracted a pair of handcuffs - "are you game?". She kept up a slow rubbing motion with her groin against Steve's penis, driving him to enhanced hardness. He thought about it for a little and responded "you're a pretty strange girl". But the eyes said it all – he was conceding. Chantelle leaned forward taking Steve's right wrist and fixing on the handcuff. Then she leaned over again placing her breasts in Steve's face and manoeuvred the other cuff through the metal bed head and fixed it around his left wrist. As she slipped back down his body she again kissed him passionately and then sat up to look down at him. Chantelle spoke "My pretty little boy in his brassiere – you do look yummy!" She moved further down until she was sat on his knees. At this point she peeled away his underpants to expose his raging hard dick stood to attention. She continued to pull down his underpants until they reached his shins and then started to caress his penis with gentle movements and again pinching when she sensed he was close to ejaculation. She was an expert tease. Steve was beginning to feel rather vulnerable as he realised Chantelle was both in control and able to tease him mercilessly. He tried his bonds but realised he was totally fixed. Right at this point Chantelle stopped the treatment and looked down at him. "You wanted to be Tit wanked and I think you are now ripe." With this Chantelle moved so that her bosoms were aligned with Steve's dick and leant down cupping them together to form an enhanced cleavage. She then started to rub his dick using her bosoms to rub his penis with the soft flesh. As she detected his penis expanding with excitement she upped the pace a little creating an absolute explosion by Steve. He shot his pent up load all over his chest and groin. Steve thought his first squirt actually splashed just under his chin he was that excited. Once the orgasm subsided she moved backward and demounted the bed and moved through to the sitting room. Steve suddenly became aware of voices from the living area. It sounded like another woman was there. The voices came toward the door and Chantelle re-entered the room – looking at Steve she said "I think I should introduce you to my flatmate, Susan". In walked Susan in her small black dress. Suddenly Steve felt very vulnerable fixed to the bed, wearing a black lacy bra and a whole load of glistening spunk up his groin and chest. "Looks like we have a willing participant here then" – opened Susan. The girls then returned to their conversation as if Steve wasn't there. "So how did you finish up with the back bar man?" asked Chantelle "He is probably being extracted as we speak – I super glued him to the cubicle fully dressed in pink lace with panties, bra and inserts all glued to him and I jacked him off as I left – his clothes are out the window – he was fully ready to be discovered." Susan continued "I waited around until someone went into the loo and it was really funny. This guy came out after a minute or so and walked straight to the barman to tell him he had a pervert stuck in his toilet". "What happened then?" enquired Chantelle Susan continued "the barman went over to check out the story and after a few moments returned to make a call to 911 asking for a paramedic. They showed up in about 10 minutes, it was a man and a woman that went in to find out what was there. Once they had worked it out the woman came out to call base on her radio and was laughing like a hyena – had some great fun telling her controller what they had to deal with. "You know how to truss up a bloke like no other" said Chantelle – laughing at the thought of his ongoing embarrassment. Steve started to get really worried as this was all said before him. "What have you got planned for me might I ask?" he said to the two girls "and what has happened to Bob?" he added Entrapped in Her Panties Ch. 03 Both girls turned to look at him and smiled. Susan answered his question "well now, we consider you the real prize with a cock like that (as she spoke she leaned over and started to stroke Steve's penis back to life) we have special plans for you – as for Bob we are expecting Joy back anytime now and I'm sure she will share his predicament with you" Steve was now beginning to feel very vulnerable and instinctively lifted his knees to raise his legs closer to his groin getting in the way of Susan's hand activity. "I see we need to emphasise the rules here!" stated Susan in a stern voice "put your legs back down straight away or else you will regret it big time!" Steve thought about it for a few seconds but the glare from both women looked scary so he slowly returned his legs to the covers of the bed. As he did this a shadow appeared at the door – it was Joy. "Hi girls" Joy opened "how's our chap bearing up here then?" "Just getting going" said Chantelle – "what did you do with Bob?" He's cooling off with a full mummification of his dick in place ready for the maid to find tomorrow. I have the photo's here to show you later". - she giggled. Steve heard this with growing trepidation. Susan had continued to work on his dick and had it was rock hard again not 15 minutes after the biggest ejaculation he had ever had and he didn't know what to think. He was becoming very worried with the chatter and the three women all sat on the bed looking at him. "Now we can't let down our standards – can we? said Susan " who have we got here and where is he staying?" Chantelle leant down and extracted his wallet from his trousers. She looked through bringing out a business card "Steve Prior from Tetpac Industries – a marketing manager - it says here". Rifling further in the wallet "seems he is staying at the Hyatt and photos of what looks like a wife are in here" she added. "Ahh – a married man on the search for fun then?" retorted Susan – clearly the leader of the three pack "what do you think we ought to do Steve?" Steve did not like the tone of Susan's words – she sounded pretty evil but he was stuck and at the mercy of the three of them. As this had been going on his cock had been continually worked by Susan's hands and was back to a full erection and beginning to twitch again. "You take the money in the wallet and think about letting me go?" Steve meekly offered. "Now now, that wouldn't be much fun – would it?" retorted Susan – besides my man may have come in his pink panties – but he did not service my desires so I at least want a bit of satisfaction." With this she stood up and lifted her black dress to her waist exposing her naked flesh as she was no longer wearing panties. Her black bush was shaved to a small triangle and her red clitoris was swollen and clearly yearning some attention. With this she mounted Steve's body and moved her groin to align with the restored erection. She then replaced her hand rubbing with a slow motion of her warm wet clitoris against his dick up and down moistening the whole length. Then she slid down Steve s legs a bit and with a single motion she placed her right hand at the base of his erection and started posing with a huge smile on her face. Steve realised Joy was taking photographs of his erection including his head in the shots – but probably not the handcuffed wrists he thought. (He was right). The attention of Susan was continuous ensuring his erection was maintained and in a single movement then slid back up his legs to align her wet bush with his fully erect penis and with a slick movement using her hand she mounted his cock and drew him into her fully. His 8 inches was consumed and Susan knew how to use her internal muscles to best effect. She started slowly but soon started a rhythm of movement that was both exciting Susan and was fast bringing Steve to a new high. Throughout the sex Joy continued to take shots of them. Steve was feeling pain in his wrists from the handcuffs as he instinctively pulled against them as Susan rode him to another orgasm – she seemed to share it making some strong noises of sexual appreciation. He was milked by her muscles deep inside her and she did not stop until his erection subsided. Steve opened his eyes (suddenly realising they had been shut whilst he was effectively raped) to see the shapely Susan with sweat rolling down between her breasts into her cleavage and a very big smile on her face. "That was worthy" is all that Susan said. With this she demounted Steve and the bed rearranging her dress into position as she moved away from the bed. "How is the shrivvle?" asked Susan Chantelle leaned over and placed her hand on Steve's now worn out dick that had shrunk back to a small 3 inch long walnut textured soft piece of skin. "Nice and small" was the answer "Ok – here is the tape" chipped in Joy handing over a roll of pink coloured gaffer tape. Chantelle took it and asked "have you the hair brush?". "Yes – here it is" said Joy passing over a stiff plastic hair brush. Joy then took Steve's right ankle between her hands. At the same time Susan did the same with his left ankle and they forcibly placed the feet nearer Steve's body but separated and spread apart. With this Chantelle looked at Steve and said "move your groin into the air". With this she rammed the hairbrush bristle side up under Steve's bum. This was immediately painful and Steve reacted by lifting his body off the bed arching his back and pushing on his legs – his feet held in position by the other two girls. This exposed his now relaxed penis with his legs apart, it drooped between his legs. Chantelle ripped off a piece of the gaffer tape and stuck it firmly on Steve's stomach and stretched it down over his penis tightly pinning it backwards towards the crack of his bum and then sealing the tape up his crack. This pinned his dick firmly between his legs facing backwards and creating a feminine bulge between his legs. Two further pieces of tape were applied crossing over in his penis region to absolutely ensure his dick was encased and positioned where they wanted it. The tape was a high industrial grade so felt very sticky and effective to Steve. With a bit of a grin on her face Chantelle leaned over to Steve and said "just wait till you try and remove that stuff – not a hair will remain!" With this she gave an extra strong rub all around the region to make sure it was fully stuck down. Steve's dick even tried to stir again but Steve quickly realised it was totally encased in position. He was now getting very scared. Chantelle moved the brush from under him As he looked down he then saw Chantelle taking off her panties – they were the black lacy ones to match the bra he was wearing and the two girls then moved his feet to a central legs stretched position and Chantelle moved in with the panties. They were placed over his feet and the brush re-introduced causing him to again raise his body up. The panties were pulled into position covering the taped up bulge. At this point Chantelle produced an aerosol and started to place foam from this up and down Steve's legs. The smell was known to Steve – it was the stuff used by his wife to strip hair. After a while Chantelle arrived with some wet towels and rubbed off the foam. As she did this she looked at Steve and said "just be thankful we can't be bothered with waxing!" All three women chuckled as this was said. Steve now realised he was being manipulated and there was nothing he could do about it. His entrapped penis kept on trying to say it found the situation quite exciting with twinges – but it was going no where – the tape was well fixed. After smoothing down the legs, two stay up black stockings were introduced and placed in position. Further, Susan produced two breast inserts – they had shapely nipples and seemed in proportion to the bra he was wearing. "These need to be fixed properly" said Susan and she produced a tube of super glue. With a bit of help from both the other girls to prevent reaction from Steve Susan set about dropping spots of the glue around the edges of the inserts, the bra, the panties and along the seams of the stockings to stick them to Steve's skin. "This lot is in place until a nice nurse at the hospital sorts you out" added Susan as she finished her work – giggling a bit as she worked. Chantelle and Joy also giggled. Chantelle then produced another slightly longer chained pair of cuffs and fixed these to Steve's ankles. She then produced a key and looked Steve in the eye, "By now you will recognise you are fully under our control and any resistance will be met with some severe retribution – not least the circulation of our growing photo portfolio of this. We know where to send them for maximum effect!" The hand cuffs were then undone and Steve was urged to take a seat by the dressing table. He decided to co-operate. Within 20 minutes they had applied full make-up (very expertly applied) lipstick, and a wig that was also be glued into position with Susan's super glue. Steve looked at himself in the mirror. He was a bit amazed – the work to date had transformed him into a woman he actually though might be passable. Not too shabby he thought. "Now to dress you" announced Joy. With this Susan walked in with a white mini skirt, a pink top and a pair of black high heel shoes. The outfit was not big and took no time to put in place. The shoes fitted but were absolute hell to walk in. The skirt barely made the top of the stockings and left the panties readily viewable if he was to sit down. The top was figure hugging but with the bosoms the shape was very believable. The final touch was a piece of glitzy glass jewellery and Susan even made sure this was sealed on with her glue. Finally Joy took a few close out photo's (she recorded the whole transition) and they all stood back to admire their work. "Well – I hope you feel like the tart you are designed to be!" said Susan all of a sudden "we are now all going for a bit of a drive". After a 20 minute drive Steve was asked to vacate the car – his ankle cuffs were removed and the car, with the three girls inside, moved away. As he looked around he found himself on a dark street with a number of hookers stood around posing for passing motorists. He was suddenly alone but in a terrible predicament not knowing what to do next. His first thought was to wonder where Bob was trussed up awaiting tomorrow's maid discovery, whether the other man was yet released from the toilet in the bar and what the hell he would say to the Hyatt Concierge when he asked for a fresh key to his room! As for where he had spent the last 2 hours – he could not visualise the location he had been taken to by Chantelle so he knew looking for the girls would be futile. Just then a car pulled up and a 280 pound guy looked out of his open window and asked "How much for a blowjob luv?" "Oh shit!" thought Steve! (Written by 'sleepless 3' 03-01-05)