17 comments/ 148401 views/ 45 favorites I Bought Them For You By: david73 Thanks to violent intimacy for her assistance in editing this story for me. * * * * * "I bought them for you. Do you like them?" Kate grinned down at Mark, dangling the flimsy black material from the tip of her index finger. Mark grinned back at her, his eyes moving from their exploration of her naked body to follow the movement of the black panties. He pictured her wearing them, hugging tight against the curves of her ass. Kate snorted and tossed the panties at him, laughing as they landed directly on his face. "Of course you do. I knew you'd like them as soon as I saw them. That's why I bought them for you." She grinned again, grabbing her thin, cotton robe from the closet and wrapping it round herself. Mike moved the panties off his face and watched appreciatively, moving over onto his side as his morning erection came to full attention. Kate's eyes moved obviously down his body and she smirked at him, loosely tying the belt of her robe around her waist. "Well I can see just how much you like my little gift." Her voice was soft and teasing as she walked over to the bed, staring down at him. "Now why don't you put them on so I can see how they look on you?" Mark blinked and gazed up at her in confusion. What did she just say? A peal of laughter escaped Kate's lips as she watched him, obviously enjoying his surprise. "Well...?" She asked, impatiently. "Put them on." Mark looked over at the panties in his hand then back up at Kate. There was an edge to her voice that he hadn't heard before in the two months he had known her. He looked back at the panties again, cute, low cut and skimpy with black lace in the front to hint at what they would be covering. Kate giggled and Mark realized that he was staring at the panties; he quickly turned his attention back to her. "You know you want to." Kate pouted, her voice dropped lower. "I've seen the way you look at my panties. Slip into them. Feel that lace rub against your cock." Mark gulped, staring at her standing over him in her thin robe, the curves of her body so easy to see. He felt his cock get harder with every breathy word she spoke. He snapped his mouth shut with an effort of will. "I don't want to wear girls' knickers," he said, trying to project some authority into it. It came out angry and flustered and he hurriedly threw the panties down onto the bed. "Oh no?" Kate smirked at him as she leant over. Mark's eyes moved to the gap in her robe as it hung down revealing her breasts. He stared at her erect, pink nipples. Damn, he loved to suck on those. With a swift jerk, Kate grabbed the bed sheet and pulled it right off the bed exposing Mark and his erection. "Your mouth says no, but your dick is saying yes honey." She cooed and smirked again. "I don't want to wear women's clothes!" Mark's voice shot up at least an octave in his distress. He couldn't quite explain why Kate's teasing was having such an effect on him, but somehow things just seemed to be spinning completely out of control. He tried again. "I'm not some fag or sissy." Kate just giggled, not even slightly fazed by his protests. "I didn't say you were a fag sweetie. I just said that you get all excited about girls' panties." Kate grinned again and reached over him to pick up the black panties. "Want to prove me wrong?" Mark squinted at her suspiciously. He might have only known her two months but he knew she was a game player. She loved games. They seemed to turn her on, but she always wanted to win. What game was she playing now? "How?" He rasped and hastily cleared his throat. Kate grinned at his obvious discomfort and Mark felt a sinking feeling in his stomach. "Oh." She smiled, showing her teeth. "Just a simple little bet sweetie. All you have to do is wear these all morning." Kate's grin grew wider as she dropped the black panties on Mark's crotch, "Without making a mess in them." She reached down and gave his cock a gentle rub, "If you know what I mean". Despite himself, Mark moaned. Kate giggled softly. With a grunt, Mark shook his head and sat up, brushing the panties aside. "Yeah right! And all morning you'll be rubbing and touching. I don't think so!" he scoffed. She already had him painfully horny, but his brain hadn't switched off yet. "No fun!" Kate pouted, and then grinned again. "Okay, no touching. No rubbing, no caressing. Besides... I won't need to. Wearing those panties is going to drive you wild honey." She smirked. "Yeah. Yeah." Mark was feeling more in control now. He knew the game Kate was playing, and he wasn't going to fall for it. "So what do I get if I win?" "What do you get?" Kate smiled and bit her bottom lip. "You get me honey. Any way you want me." Mark felt his cock throb as she stared him straight in the eyes. Mark blinked, and she grinned. "Any way." She repeated with a teasing wink. Visions of Kate kneeling on her hands and knees in front of him flashed through his mind. Her back arched, ass raised up invitingly. She loved to tease him about that, point it out any time it happened in a porn DVD they watched. She had been working his curiosity up to a fever pitch for weeks with her hints and questions. But this was the first time she had clearly signaled that he could have her ass. "And if I lose." He was barely listening to his own question. His pulse was racing. Kate raised an eyebrow. "I buy you another pair of panties to make a sticky mess in of course." She giggled and he fought the urge to reach down and rub his cock right now. "Fine, if it'll shut you up," he said gruffly, trying not to show any of the eagerness he felt. He grabbed the panties and swinging his legs round so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed, began to pull them on. "That's it honey. Show me what a man you are," Kate mocked softly, watching him struggle to pull the tight panties over his bulging cock. "But remember, no cumming in your cute little panties." Mark glared at her in frustration. His cock felt almost painfully confined by the tight material. Kate just grinned back at him, not even the slightest intimidated. Mark tried to ignore her, pulling the panties all the way up and adjusting them to make them as comfortable as possible. She was always getting under his skin, always so cool and calm but with those mocking eyes. He knew it was happening again, but damn it, how was he supposed to resist? Kate watched him, her lips twitching with just the slightest hint of a smile, as though she knew what he was thinking. Her eyes lingered on his body, making him even more self-conscious than his feminine underwear. She waited patiently until he stopped fidgeting and then smiled innocently. "Okay then, time for breakfast!" * * * Mark ground his teeth and glared across the table at Kate, who cheerfully ignored him, continuing to spoon cornflakes into her delectable mouth. Any time she did glance over at him, she burst into a fit of giggles, which just increased his irritation. "You never said anything about this when I agreed." He growled, fidgeting uncomfortably. Kate stared over at him with a look so innocent on her face that he knew it had to be fake. It only stoked his anger more. "Well honey, how can I see just how much you enjoy your panties if you cover them up?" Kate giggled, unable to keep a straight face even as she gave her reason. A drop of milk ran down her chin before she reached up to wipe it clean. Mark clenched his teeth and shifted in his seat, trying to ignore the images that conjured up and his body's reaction to them. "No teasing, my ass." He muttered under his breath. Kate looked up at him, her eyes twinkling. "Oh no babe, I said I wouldn't touch you while you wore your panties. No matter how cute your ass looks in black lace." She cooed, grinning at him openly as she spoke. She was winning and she knew it. His cock had been hard from the moment he'd slipped the panties on and she'd made sure it stayed that way. And, he had to admit, the feel of the tight material pressing against his cock just made him even more aware of every throb. No, damn it, He didn't have to admit that. He growled again. Oh yes, she knew she was winning. He was sitting at his breakfast table in a pair of women's panties and nothing else while she blatantly teased him with flashes of leg and cleavage. While he just sat there and let his dick twitch. The bitch knew exactly what she was doing to him. It was only 9am; he had another three hours of torture ahead of him, and he was just letting her do it to him. Three longs hours. He should end this now. Just get up. Her soft giggle brought him back out of his reverie. Kate was watching him intently, a knowing look on her face. He felt his cheeks heat up in embarrassment at his transparency. Kate's lips twitched in a smirk and she stretched out her legs, resting one foot on the chair right between his thighs. Almost, but not quite, touching him. Her robe slipped down to reveal smooth pale thigh. Mark gulped, staring. "I'm not touching you!" Kate sing-songed, lounging back in her chair and watching him. She raised her eyebrows in challenge, but Mark forced himself to stare straight at her face, refusing to look down at that inviting display of flesh. She giggled. The bitch was having a ball with this. Kate held his gaze, her lip twitching in amusement as his cheeks grew redder and redder. Without thinking he glanced down, then hurriedly back up again. She had noticed of course and the smirk spread slowly across her face. "Feeling okay honey?" She cooed. "You're looking a little flushed." Angry, Mark opened his mouth to put her in her place. As if on cue, she reached over and picked up the phone. Mark frowned, mouth still open, watching her curiously. "What are you doing?" He asked, his voice sounded dry and raspy to his ears. Kate didn't answer; instead, she hit speakerphone and started punching buttons. The phone rang and she glanced over at Mark. He bit his lip and watched nervously. With the speakerphone on, he was reluctant to speak when he didn't know who he was calling. "Yeah?" A sleepy slightly distorted voice broke the silence. Mark shivered, recognizing the voice. What new tease had Kate dreamed up? "Amy! I need to ask you something." Mark frowned, Kate's voice sounded anxious, but the grin hadn't left her face. She was definitely up to something. She kept her eyes locked with his the whole time, daring him to stop this. But he couldn't, his cock thrust against the panties, her foot was inches away from his crotch and he wanted to know what game she was playing. "What's on your mind Kate?" Amy sounded disinterested. She probably wanted to go back to sleep, it was Sunday morning after all. "Do you think that... maybe... Mark likes... panties?" Kate's voice was spot on, hesitant and uncertain. Mark glared at her, finally seeing the trap as she sprang it. There was a loud squawk from the phone speaker. "Girls panties?" Amy screamed and Mark felt himself blushing furiously even though he knew Amy had no idea he could hear. "What makes you think he's a panty perv?" Amy sounded wide-awake now. "Oh... I don't know... just..." Amy grinned at Mark, daring him to try and stop things. Mark felt the palms of his hands bead with sweat. If he spoke then Amy would know he was there and that would make things even worse. He should get up and leave, end this before it got ugly. "I always thought he was a bit of a sissy boy, you know that Kate." Amy continued. Mark's cheeks glowed in embarrassment. "What have you found? Tell all girl." "Well... it's the way he looks at them." Kate started, again she sounded hesitant, uncertain. She was playing her role perfectly. How long had she been planning this? "All men look at women's knickers." Amy snorted derisively. "Yeah, but it's like he's looking at the panties... not the girl inside them". Kate's eyes were boring into Mark's as she spoke. "He pays so much attention to them. Not to the ass, to the panties." Mark shifted uncomfortably in his seat; he got the feeling she wasn't making that up. Did he really pay that much attention to them? "Uh-huh. So have you seen him...?" "Well..." Kate paused and Mark felt his heart start to race. She wouldn't say anything surely. Amy was one of her closest friends, but he would have to face her on a regular basis. "No... but". Mark relaxed slightly. "But you've seen something." Amy picked up the hint that Kate had dropped immediately and Mark fidgeted. Unable to meet Kate's amused gaze any longer he dropped his eyes down to her legs again, staring at her foot, so close to his needy cock. He could probably end this really quickly he knew, of course then she'd have one, and he shivered at the thought of that, his cock twitching. "He has a pair of panties." The words gushed from Kate's mouth; Mark jerked his head up again, staring at her in shock. What the fuck did she think she was doing? He'd have to see Amy, talk to her, and the whole time she'd be thinking about him and women's panties. "I knew it!" Amy shrieked. "He's a fucking sissy boy. What sort of panties does he have?" Mark squirmed in his seat and bit his lip, staring at Kate. She grinned back at him. "Oh they're cute, black, lacey things." Kate giggled and Amy joined in. "Oh, I'd love to see Marky in girly panties. Too funny!" Amy's voice dissolved into giggles. Kate smirked over at Mark again, deliberately glancing down at the bulge in his black panties. She wiggled her toes at him. Mark closed his eyes, cock throbbing wildly, urging him to do something to give it release. "I bet his tight ass would look cute in panties." Amy sniggered. "You have to get him to wear them for you. See how much he bulges. If he gets a hard on wearing women's panties you'll know just exactly what a sissy fag he is." Kate grinned over at Mark, daring him to say anything as Amy spoke. Mark shuddered, how would he ever be able to look Amy in the face knowing what was going through her mind. Kate wiggled her toes again and before he could even think, Mark was moving forward, pressing his engorged cock against her foot. "Oh I don't think he's a fag." Kate murmured, smiling in triumph. "Just a sissy panty boy." She held her foot still, forcing him to rub himself against her. Mark burned in humiliation, as he thrust his crotch against her foot desperately. "You should get him some white satin knickers." Amy suggested. "See just how excited he gets wearing them." "See if he gets a wet spot you mean?" Kate giggled, eyeing Mark coolly as he thrust his cock against her foot, biting his lip to stifle himself as his cockhead rubbed against the lace of the panties. "Oh if he gets that excited I'm going to have to get him lots of panties I think." Kate sniggered. "There's going to be more than a little wet spot." Both women burst into laughter at that. Mark let out an unthinking groan, thrusting harder against Kate's foot, gasping in pleasure. Kate shot him a triumphant grin. "What was that?" Amy asked. Mark stared at Kate in horror, still desperately humping her foot. She wouldn't would she. His heart pounded. "Oh, that's just a sissy boy trying to cum in his panties." Kate purred triumphantly. Amy shrieked again. "You're kidding." "No, I'm doing some research. If I'm going to keep him around, I need to know what gets my pervy boyfriend going." Kate giggled. Mark shivered in relief, squirming and thrusting against her foot. "Its amazing what you can find on the internet. I'll have to show you next time you come over." "Oh I want pictures girl friend." Amy laughed. Mark groaned again. Kate stared at him for a moment. "Got to go Amy." She said, "Nature calls." Without waiting for a response from her friend, she reached over and hung up the phone. "Guess you really like the panties I bought for you don't you?" Kate teased. "I'm going to have to get you another pair if you're going to get them all sticky and wet." "Please." Mark gasped, cheeks bright red with shame. He needed it so badly. If she'd only help a little. "Please what honey?" Kate was relentless. "Please help you cum in your sissy panties?" Mark trembled with embarrassment, caught up in his desperate need for relief, unable to resist at all. "Yes" He whimpered. Kate laughed triumphantly pressing her foot against his cock, smirking as she rubbed him. "That's a good little panty boy. I can't wait to see you in those white satin panties like Amy suggested. And maybe a nice red thong?" Mark just whimpered, shooting cum into the black lace of his panties. I Bought Them For You Ch. 02 Monday morning's commute was little more than a blur for Mark; all he could think of during the long drive was the past weekend's events. Kate and he had fucked like rabbits after she finally finished playing games with him. Only minutes after he came in his panties, he was all over her. His cock hard again, he pressed her down on the table and took her; a hard, fast, fuck that showed her he could take what he needed when he needed it. Yet, lying alone in bed, hours after she had gone home, the feel of the panties pressed against his cock resurfaced in his mind. The car in front of him slowed suddenly and Mark hit the brakes, cursing the distraction. He remembered thrusting his crotch against Kate's foot, and the feel of the panties, hot, slick and wet as his cum soaked the thin material. His cock grew hard, again. Kate didn't call him the next day, Mark was too confused and too nervous to pick up the phone and call her. He spent Sunday pacing in his apartment and trying to ignore his hard, throbbing cock; trying to ignore the flimsy black panties that still lay in a crumpled ball on the floor of his bedroom. Why hadn't he just thrown them out? That night he gave in, no one would know; even Kate wouldn't know that he had slipped back into the tight black lace panties. No one would ever know how he laid in bed last night, stroking his hard cock until he flooded the material again; or how he had woke in the middle of the night to do it again, and again. By morning, the panties were stuck to his skin; he should have thrown them in the trash right then, but instead he put them in with the laundry. A blaring horn brought him back to the present and he swerved out of the way of another car. Three times last night and his cock was hard again. What had the bitch done to him? How had she gotten so far into his head? ***** Most of the office lights were off when Mark arrived. It had always been his habit to arrive well before most of the staff. He enjoyed the quiet and often did his best work before the others arrived. He sat down in his cube and logged onto the computer, eager to bury himself in work. A quick glance at his inbox showed twenty-three new emails. Plenty to keep him busy. First, to prioritize: Mark scanned through the list of emails and froze, a chill shot up his spine. Half way down the list Kate's name leapt out at him. Before he even had time to think about what he was doing he clicked on her message. It was short but it made his stomach lurch: Mark, Enjoy your present sweetie Kate Mark re-read the one line email several times, trying to find some hidden meaning. Was she talking about the panties? Was there some other present he didn't know about? Was this a completely new game she was playing now? He heard footsteps and minimized the email. "Morning Mark," a familiar voice chirped. "Morning Christie," Mark swiveled round in his chair and nodded to the blond woman walking past his cube. His eyes lingered on her full ass, prominently displayed by the tight pants she was wearing. With a shake of his head, he turned his attention back to the computer screen. He had a feeling it was going to be a long day. He read Kate's email one more time, and then shrugged; while he couldn't shake the nervous feeling her message gave him, he couldn't think of anything he could do about it either. Burying himself in work still seemed to be the best option. ***** "Looks like someone got a present!" Mark cringed as John's booming voice alerted half the office to the arrival of a parcel. "Aren't you the lucky man?" John's obnoxious commentary continued. Mark glanced up with a mixture of annoyance and curiosity at the sudden intrusion into his cube. John was holding a thick padded envelope. His words sank in; a present. Mark felt his palms begin to sweat. "Ah, thanks," Mark mumbled, reaching out to take the envelope from John. His mind was moving at a million miles an hour. He needed to open this somewhere private. If it was from Kate, there could be anything inside. John had other ideas. "So, what'd ya get?" He bellowed and Mark fought the urge to strangle him. The last thing Mark needed was more people taking an interest in this envelope. As if on cue, he heard footsteps as people in the neighboring cubes took advantage of the excuse to get away from the grind. Mark winced as the crowd began to form. "Aren't you going to open it?" He heard Christie's perky voice, asking the question that could expose him to ridicule for months. At least six people had gathered at his cube now. His stomach fluttered as he studied the envelope. Whatever was inside, it was small and light, he didn't recognize the company name on the label. Unable to think of a good reason to stall further, Mark reluctantly broke the seal. After tearing the envelope open, he tipped it downwards intending the contents to fall onto his desk, but nothing came out. Frowning, he shook the envelope and a scrap of red material floated out, falling onto the desk. Mark felt beads of sweat forming on his brow. "Something you want to tell us?" John sniggered crudely. Mark felt his cheeks flushing. One of the female onlookers let out a nervous giggle. "It's ah, it's a present," Mark stuttered, aware that his face must be crimson. Trying to ignore the continued giggling, he finished his hasty excuse, "for my girlfriend." "Gonna get some huh?" John let out a course laugh. Mark, his heart thumping in his chest, forced his body to relax. John continued, "I didn't know you had a girlfriend. You should bring in a photo. I'd love to see her wearing those." John laughed again and Mark kept the grin plastered on his face. Fortunately John turned to leave, obviously bored with the subject. The rest of the audience lost interest too, and Mark took a deep breath and turned back to his computer, the crisis averted. He felt someone moving behind him and turned to find himself looking at Christie's chest. She reached over him and scooped up the red panties. She dangled them from her index finger, "A thong hmm? Very sexy." She raised an eyebrow and Mark felt his face flush again. Christie frowned, looked at the panties again, "They look a little big, are you sure you got the right size?" Without waiting for his response, she tossed the thong to Mark and turned to leave. Mark caught the panties and watched Christie's ass swaying as she walked away, again feeling his begin to stir. Damn but he was horny today. Forcing his feelings aside, he stuffed the panties back into the envelope. Christie was a damn tease and the last thing he needed, was for her to know she had gotten to him. Her wicked grin as she had dangled the panties from her finger was putting all sorts of images in his mind. The ringing of his cell phone jerked Mark back to reality. Grabbing the phone, he raised it to his ear, "Mark speaking." "Like your present?" Kate giggled. Mark's throat went dry. Glancing nervously behind him, he sank down in his chair. "Well?" Kate teased. "Ah... yes," Mark mumbled his reply, glancing around uncomfortably. "What, I don't get a thank you. Panty Boy?" Kate laughed. "Thank you," Mark muttered into the phone as he hunched down in his seat. "Put them on." "What?" Mark shivered. She wasn't serious was she? Here? At work? "I want you to put them on," Kate said, her calm voice leaving no room for argument. "Go to the rest rooms, strip down and slide that sexy red thong onto your sissy ass." Mark coughed and shifted uncomfortably in his chair. He felt his cock stirring as she teased him. Kate laughed again. She knew she was getting to him. "You know you want to," she said, "Look at them." Knowing it was stupid, Mark reached in and pulled the panties back out of the envelope, rubbing the soft, silky material between his fingers. "Think how nice they'll feel pressed against that hard cock of yours. It is hard isn't it Mark?" Kate purred. "Yes," Mark whispered, the words choked reluctantly from his throat. Kate's peal of laughter was triumphant. "Does your girlfriend know?" Annette's voice startled him and he spun round in his seat, cheeks flushing bright red. "Know what?" He asked. Annette grinned and nodded towards the panties he was still holding in one hand. Mark felt his cheeks glow redder. "Oh, your girlfriend knows all about you and your kinky sissy desires," Kate's voice in the phone. "Ah, they're the wrong size," Mark gasped, "I'm checking to see if I can exchange them." Annette nodded and turned away. "They're the perfect size panty pervert," Kate snickered, "Big enough to fit, but small enough to hug your cock. I bet you can't wait." Mark moaned softly, his prick twitched inside his pants. "Take your pretty, sissy panties to the restroom Mark. Now!" The tone of command in Kate's voice was unmistakable; Mark's hand trembled as he stuffed the panties into his pocket and stood up. "Okay," he muttered into the phone. "Don't hang up yet," Kate didn't try to disguise the note of triumph in her voice, "I want to be there with you when you put on your new panties." Mark hunched his shoulders as he shuffled towards the restrooms, reluctant to draw any attention to himself. Just as he was reaching safety, the door to the women's restroom opened and Christie walked out. Mark felt beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he forced himself to smile at the blonde, trying not to let his eyes stray to her full chest. She flashed him a smile as she walked past and he let go of a breath he hadn't even realized he was holding. "What's taking so long sissy boy?" Kate whispered in his ear. "Don't you want to wear your new red panties for me?" Her laughter made him shiver. Hurriedly he opened the door and stepped inside, glancing around to see if anyone else was already there. The restroom was empty and he felt his muscles unknot as he walked into a cubicle and locked the door behind himself. "I'm there." He rasped into the phone. "Strip." Kate's voice commanded and he hastily obeyed, struggling to pull his pants down with one hand, keeping the phone to his ear. His boxer shorts followed rapidly. "Now slide those silky panties up your legs perv." The note of triumph in Kate's voice was becoming harder to ignore, but so were her commands. Reaching down he tugged the red thong up his legs. "Is your cock hard sissy slut?" Kate cooed. "Of course it is. You wouldn't do this if your cock didn't twitch every time you think about wearing women's panties." She let out a peel of laughter. "Look at yourself panty boy. You're standing in a public restroom wearing a red silk thong over a throbbing cock. Am I wrong Mark?" Mark groaned, her words hit home like bullets. His cock was straining at the tight material of the panties and once again he was playing Kate's game. "No." He whispered. Kate laughed again. "Do you need to cum sweetie? Do you want to christen your new panties?" "Yes!" He gasped. "Tell me what you are." Mark trembled, was that the door? Had someone come in? "Tell me." Kate's voice was like steel. "I'm a sissy." Mark groaned. Kate snickered. "Pull your pants up sissy perv. You're at work." Mark groaned in frustration. "Keep the panties on Mark and come by my apartment tonight so I can see them in person." The phone went dead. Mark reached down and gently squeezed his cock through the panties. He didn't have to follow Kate's instructions. He didn't have to keep the panties on. He didn't have to go to he apartment tonight. He squeezed his cock harder, stifling a groan. But he knew he was going to. The door to the restroom opened and Mark hurriedly pulled his hand away, then reached down and pulled his pants up, feeling strangely vulnerable despite the locked door to the cubicle. **** Much like the ride to work, the rest of Mark's day was a nervous blur. The panties were tight enough that he could never quite forget that he was wearing them and he spent the day alternately excited and scared of discovery. As the hours crawled by, he found himself anticipating and dreading the end of the day and his visit to Kate. By the end of the day he was a nervous wreck. It seemed as though every woman in the office was somehow teasing and taunting him. Every laugh, every whisper, it was all about him. And Christie continued to saunter around the office in her tight fitting pants. Finally, it was time to go home. Mark switched off his computer and tidied up his desk, delaying his departure as long as possible. "They were a good choice." Annette spoke from behind him. Mark spun round, startled. "The panties." Annette continued. "Good choice. Red is a sexy color and I'm sure they'll look really hot... when you get the right size." Mark felt his cheeks turn flaming red as he looked into Annette's amused face. "Th. Thank you." He managed to stammer. "Best of all, "Annette continued, "With a thong there's no panty lines, so no one can tell you're wearing panties. I have a pair just like them!" With a wink she turned on her heel and walked away. Mark stared at her receding back, a sick feeling in his stomach. Was he reading too much into her parting words or did she somehow know? **** That sick feeling returned as Mark stood outside the door to Kate's apartment. There was still time to leave, to end Kate's game. His hand hovered over the doorbell. If he left he would regain control, he didn't to have to humiliate himself in front of her. But part of him wanted to, wanted her to see him in the panties, wanted to experience her reaction. The door swung open and Mark stared dumbly at Kate's amused gaze. "Were you planning on ringing the bell? Or did you just want to stand in the hall with a boner in your pants sweetie?" Kate smirked and Mark felt his cheeks flush bright red. "Well... show me." Mark glanced around in horror, surely she didn't mean to strip him down out here where anyone could see. Kate giggled. "Don't be shy sweetie." I already know you're wearing them. Reaching out, she ran her hand over Mark's crotch, gently cupping the bulge that was forming. "I just want a little peek." Mark groaned as the palm of Kate's hand pressed against his stiff cock. "You don't mind... do you?" Kate bit her lip, gazing into his eyes. Mark swallowed, unable to speak and a sly smile formed on Kate's gorgeous face. Her hand moved up to Mark's belt buckle. "I just want to see my sissy boy in his pretty red panties." She cooed as her fingers deftly unbuckled his pants. Mark closed his eyes, his heart hammering in his chest, his cock throbbing. "That's it sweetie." Kate breathed in his ear, pulling down his zipper. "Show me your panties." Mark shuddered helplessly as his pants slowly fell to the ground, exposing his red thong panties to the hall. Kate grinned triumphantly as she gazed down at him, lingering on the bulge created by his cock. When she looked up there was a challenge in her eyes. "You like them don't you sissy boy? Show me how much you like your panties." Her teasing sparked anger in Mark. He glared back at her, clenching and unclenching his fists. Kate smirked at him. "Or do you prefer cumming in your panties sweetie?" She giggled. Growling, Mark moved towards her. Kate laughed. "You might look threatening if you weren't wearing such a cute little thong." Something inside Mark snapped. Kicking his pants aside he stepped towards her. For the first time a hint of uncertainty showed on Kate's face and she moved back into her apartment. Mark slammed the door open and stalked towards her as she continued to back away until her legs were pressed against the table edge. Without hesitation, Mark pushed her down onto the table, the wait of his body holding her there as he pressed his cock against her, his mind clouded by a mixture of fury and lust. Kate locked eyes with him and suddenly the look of fear was gone, replaced by one of outright triumph. "Yes." She hissed, her hands reaching round to cup his panty clad ass. Mark reached down and pushed her legs apart, enjoying her moans. He gasped as one of her hands slipped his cock free of the panties, stroking it. Part of his brain noticed that Kate wasn't wearing any panties, but he was too far gone to care. Pulling her hand out the way he thrust his cock into her, grunting with the effort. Kate let out a low groan, her hands squeezing his ass. "Show me." She breathed into his ear and he slammed into her again and again. "Come on sissy!" She egged him on. He pounded his cock into her driven on by lust, her moans of pleasure just infuriating him more forcing him to fuck her harder and faster. He came with a strangled groan, pumping his seed into her, gasping for breath as his body spasmed. Kate lay beneath him, accepting him inside her. Her lips still near his ear. "I can't wait to take you shopping this weekend sweetie." She giggled. I Bought Them For You Ch. 03 Mark groaned as a hand slowly stroked the shaft of his raging erection. A familiar female giggle accompanied the teasing motion as consciousness returned shattering a pleasurable erotic dream. He forced his eyes open, blinking at the bright morning sunlight that streamed in through the window. Kate's body slowly came in to focus, her hand curled around his cock moving up and down the shaft. "Morning sweetie!" Kate grinned at him. "And just what have you been dreaming about?" Mark groaned, licking his dry lips, his sleep fogged brain trying to understand what she was doing in his apartment. The confusion must have shown on his face. "I borrowed these, hope you don't mind." Kate waved a familiar looking set of keys in front of his face with her free hand. "I wanted to give you an early morning surprise, but look what I found!" She gave his cock a little squeeze. "Have you been enjoying yourself without me naughty boy?" Kate smirked, reaching over and picking up Mark's red thong panties, letting them dangle from one finger. "Eww, these are all sticky. What have you been doing to them hmm panty boy?" She dropped the panties over his eyes, her other hand still teasing his shaft. The smell of his cum wafted into his nostrils, making his cock quiver. "I was planning on giving you an alarm clock blow job as a special treat. But I don't think naughty boys who jerk off in their panties when I'm not around to watch deserve treats like that, do they?" Kate cooed, her hand moving agonizingly slowly up and down his prick. Mark whimpered, his body writhing to her expert touch. "But since you're such a panty slut, its obvious you're going to need several more pairs." She giggled, letting go of him. Mark moaned in disappointment as her weight lifted off the bed. She wasn't going to leave him in this state after all that teasing was she? "Put your panties on sissy boy." Kate ordered him. "We've got shopping to do." Mark reached up and pulled the red panties off his face as he sat up. Slipping off the bed, he moved behind Kate and wrapped his arms around her, pressing his hard cock against the curve of her ass. But she slipped free of his grasp with a deft motion and turned to face him, an irritated expression on her face. "Later... if you're lucky." She snapped impatiently. Mark fought to control his own irritation at her preemptory attitude. It wasn't like he had asked her to come into his home and interrupt his sleep. Swallowing his anger, he pulled the panties up. His still hard cock bulged obscenely against the tiny scrap of material. Kate giggled, watching him struggle to fit himself in his underwear. "Aww, poor baby." She cooed. "Be a good boy and I have a treat for you later!" She licked her lips and grinned at him. Mark hurriedly pulled on a pair of jeans and grabbed a t-shirt from the drawer while Kate watched him, tapping her foot impatiently. Maybe he wasn't thinking very clearly right now, but there was no way he was turning down an opportunity for a treat from Kate. "Where are we going?" He asked after he had finished dressing. "Why Victoria's Secret of course!" Kate grinned at him before asking innocently. "Where else would be get you your panties?" ***** Mark's palms started sweating as he parked the car in the Mall parking lot. He stalled for time, reluctant to get out of the car, but finally he ran out of things to do. Kate practically skipped into the building. She seemed very excited about doing this, but all Mark could think was that everyone was staring at him. They weren't of course. They couldn't possibly know that he was wearing women's panties under his jeans. Could they? And they had no way of knowing what he was doing in the Mall or where he was going. But no matter how many times he told himself that, every time a woman so much as glanced in his direction, he felt his cheeks redden. "We're just going shopping honey." Kate teased him, catching on to his reaction. "It's not like you've got a dirty little secret now is it?" Mark smiled weakly. "Mark, Fancy meeting you here!" A familiar voice realized all of his worst fears in a matter of seconds. "Hi Annette." Mark forced a smile onto his face, hoping it looked genuine as he turned to see her walking towards him. "I'm just doing some shopping." "And this must be your girlfriend." Annette continued, turning an assessing glance on Kate. Mark tensed slightly, wondering how this encounter would play out. "Annette, meet Kate. Kate, this is my co-worker Annette." He offered by way of introductions. He noticed the cool, almost hostile look that Kate was aiming at Annette and stifled a wince. "It's nice to meet you Annette." Kate's voice was only a couple of degrees off frigid. "I don't believe that Mark has mentioned you before." "Oh he doesn't talk much about himself at work either." Annette laughed, brushing the almost insult aside. "Why I wouldn't even know about you if it wasn't for the panties." "Oh?" Kate drew herself up, her eyes turning steely. Mark cringed, waiting for the inevitable explosion. "Mark showed you some panties?" "Oh, yes." Annette continued. Mark couldn't decide if she was really oblivious or deliberately winding his girlfriend up. "I must say he has excellent taste, don't you think?" "Ah... she means my present dear. They were delivered to work." Mark hastily supplied, hoping to avoid what was rapidly turning into an ugly situation. Kate started at him for a moment, then burst into laughter. "Oh," She said. "Those panties! Yes. Yes, he does have excellent taste." She wrapped her arm possessively around Mark's waist. "As a matter of fact we're going to find some more that are to his taste today." "Oh my, that sounds like fun!" Annette laughed and winked. "Well I certainly don't want to interrupt you two. I do hope you're coming to the office party next week though." She walked off with a party wave. "Office party sweetie?" Kate gave Mark an arch look. "You didn't mention that either. You trying to hide me honey? Worried about what secrets I'll let slip?" Mark wondered how much worse his luck could get today. "I wasn't planning on going." He started to stammer his excuse when Kate broke down in giggles. "So she likes your taste in panties huh? What would she say if she knew just exactly what you like to do with those panties?" Kate laughed. "Oh I'm looking forward to the party." Mark shuddered. "Oh look, we're almost there." Kate pointed towards the large Victoria's Secret window display which was showing off some of their tamer lingerie. Suddenly Mark's palms were sweating again. He glanced around, trying to think of some way out of this. "You're not fooling anyone baby. I know you want to look at those skimpy little panties." Kate grinned, hooking her arm around his and pulling him towards the story. "Besides, you wouldn't want to disappoint Amy would you?" "Amy?" Mark asked, confused. "What's Amy got to do with his?" "Amy's going to help you pick out a pair of white panties, just like we talked about. I know you were distracted, but you didn't think I would forget did you?" Kate grinned evilly. Mark might have broken and run, but her arm locked onto him with a grip of steel. Forcing one foot in front of the other, Mark felt his cheek start to heat up as he entered the very pink and feminine store. He told himself that at this point, making a scene would only attract more attention to him. Besides there were lots of guys in here with their girlfriends. It was no big deal, no one would know a thing. Well, except for Amy... "Kate! There you are!" Amy's voice greeted them both from across the store. Mark forced a bland smile on his face as Kate guided him towards her friend. He couldn't help but remember the phone conversation Kate had had with Amy about white panties, and what she had said about Mark. Mark had only met Amy a couple of times before. She was a buxom brunette with a tendency to be loud, friendly and flirty. Today she was wearing a low cut top that was clearly intended to draw attention to her primary assets. Mark mentally reminded himself to keep his eyes on her face. "I've been looking forward to this ever since Kate told me about your... thing." Amy chattered excitedly. Mark felt his cheeks flame again. He remembered very clearly what he had been doing while Kate had told her friend about the panties. "Oh Marky is looking forward to this too, aren't you Marky?" Kate cooed. "He was so very excited this morning." Mark's cheeks were scarlet with embarrassment now as the two women giggled at his expense. "So... Marky." Amy picked up on Kate's cutesy pet name. "I was thinking white satin, or maybe lace panties. But what style do you prefer?" Mark looked blank, he had no idea what the different types were called. "Marky is very new to all of this." Kate smiled at his confused expression. "Perhaps if we could show him some examples?" Amy grinned at the idea. "Well you have the basic low-cut briefs." Amy gestured towards one section of the store. "Feminine and sexy, but classy, it doesn't show too much." Mark looked in the direction she was pointing, his mouth suddenly very dry as he stared and the huge variety of panties on display. "Or if you're feeling a little more daring, we could try thongs. No panty lines and it really shows off your ass." Amy winked at him. He almost jumped as Kate's hand slipped round to cup and squeeze his ass. "He looks good in thongs." Kate murmured. Mark glanced around nervously hoping that no one was listening to this very public private conversation. "Well the other option, if you want to show your slutty side, is g-strings." Amy smirked. "Of course there might be some coverage problems in your case." "Well sweetie, what sort of panties would you like to get?" Kate asked sweetly. Mark opened his mouth and closed it again. Any answer he gave would make him an active and willing participant in her game. It would confirm what Amy already thought she knew. "It's a little to late to be playing coy Marky." Kate grinned. "And don't forget that I promised you a treat later if you were a good boy. You wouldn't want to miss out on that would you?" Mark looked glanced nervously around the store, his eyes taking in all the colorful scraps of material on display. His mind swirled with fragmented images. "A g-string." He whispered. Something about Amy's description of them as slutty spoke to his fantasies. Kate smiled triumphantly. "Oooh G-Strings it is!" Amy practically shrieked. Mark glanced hurriedly around, but no one seemed to be paying any attention to him so far. The two women dragged him over to a different section of the store where he fond himself surrounded by even tinier slips of material than before. His face burned with embarrassment as Kate and Amy started to flip through all the sexy panties trying to find the perfect pair for him. "Got them!" Amy shrieked again, holding up a scrap of white material for everyone to see. Kate turned from her own explorations to study them. "I'm not sure." She said uncertainly. "Oh yes, these are definitely the ones." Amy's voice rose in volume as she grew more excited about her find. Mark darted nervous looks in all directions. To his horror he spotted one of the sales girls moving in their direction. He took a small step away from the two women, hoping to distance himself from the situation. Amy was oblivious to the rest of the world however. Before he could move further away, she stepped behind him and held the panties around his waist. Mark looked down at the tiny lace g-string. The tiny triangle of material that made up the crotch would barely cover anything. He shivered. "See, they're perfect for him." Amy continued her argument. "The white lace says innocent, but the skimpy g-string says gagging for it!" Mark felt beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he watched the sales girl draw closer. "Well the pink ribbon is a nice touch certainly. " Kate nodded grudging agreement. "But I'm still not sure." "Can I help you ladies?" The sales girl asked, as she closed in on them. Her voice had that professionally friendly tone that store worked often employed. "Were you looking for something in... particular?" Her practiced opening faltered as she finally got close enough to see Amy still holding the white g-string in front of Mark's crotch. Mark shuddered, wishing the ground would just swallow him whole. "Just what we need, a third opinion!" Kate smiled her sweetest smile as she moved to include the sales girl in their circle. "We're having a difference of opinion. What do you think of these panties?" "Well... they... um... they are one of our more popular styles." The sales girl stuttered in flustered confusion. "Sexy, but stylish, in umm... innocent white with the.. ah... pink ribbon to emphasize your... femininity." She stopped looking nervously at the group as she realized exactly what she had said. "Well what do you think Marky?" Kate asked grinning evily. "Should we emphasize your femininity?" Amy laughed. The sales girl raised her hand to her mouth in shock. Mark nodded his head, burning with humiliation and desperate to get this over with as quickly as possible. He was painfully aware of the way his hard cock was pressing against the thong he wore under his jeans. He realized that if Amy moved the g-string his excitement would be visible to anyone who looked. "That's settled then!" Kate clapped her hands together girlishly. "We'll need a pair of these in your largest size." The sales girl nodded her head, glancing speculatively at Mark who hung his head in embarrassment. "Oh goody, now we just need a couple more pairs and you'll be all set Marky." Amy squealed enthusiastically. Kate and Amy linked their arms around his and dragged him around the rest of the story. They stopped regularly to hold various styles of panties against him. In each case Kate took great pleasure in asking the sales girl for her opinion who accompanied them the whole time. After her initial shock, she seemed to have recovered her composure and was clearly now enjoying the situation. A couple of times when she caught Mark stealing a glance at her, she hastily covered a smirk with her hand. Mark had to admit that the whole experience was exquisite torture. His cock was throbbing in his pants and Kate managed to accidentally brush against his crotch on several occasions. The combination of the sexy panties, Kate's teasing and the knowledge that all three women knew that the panties they were looking at were for him, was almost unbearable. The final humiliation was when the sales girl offered to set up an account for him. The offer was accompanied by a blatant wink which both Kate and Amy found hysterical. "Well honey, are you ready for your treat now?" Kate grinned, handing him the bag to carry as they left the store. Mark nodded eagerly, hoping that he would finally get some relief after the endless teasing. "Guess we'd better get back home then huh?" Kate winked at him before turning to her friend. "Amy we'll meet you back at Mark's apartment. Just follow us if you don't know the way. It's not far." Mark looked at Amy in surprise, then turned to give Kate a glare. What was the woman up to now? Despite all the teasing, and games, they had never involved anyone directly in their sex life before. Kate met his angry look with a calm stare. "Amy already knows what a sissy my boyfriend is. After all I told her, and she's just spent the morning helping you pick out your girly panties." Kate smiled. "She just wants to see it for herself. She can keep a secret... unless you annoy her. But you wouldn't be silly enough to upset a friend of mine, now would you sweetie?" Mark shivered at the threat barely concealed by those words. He hastily shook his head, reflecting on how little control he now had over his own life. "Good boy! Now lets get you back home so we can attend to this." Kate casually patted his crotch, her hand briefly cupping his swollen prick. Mark stifled a moan. ***** Amy was right behind Mark and Kate as they reached his apartment. Mark stood in the middle of his living room and turned to look at the two women as Kate closed the door with a decisive thud. He wasn't sure exactly what she had in mind, but right now his excitement was over-riding any nerves he had. "Well?" Kate demanded, looking expectantly at him. "What are you waiting for. Strip off and lets see how your new panties look on you!" Mark looked down at the small plastic bag which had dropped on the coffee table. He felt his cheeks reddening again. Did Kate really intend to parade him in front of her friend wearing only those skimpy panties? "Mmmm. I can't wait to see you in your white g-string Marky." Amy teased. "It'll show of that tight ass of yours to perfection." "Oh yes, let's start with the g-string Mark!" Kate joined in, smirking at him. "Hurry up, you don't want to keep us waiting." Again Mark noted the hint of a threat to her words. Mark snatched up the bag and strode towards his bedroom. He might have to parade himself in front of the smirking pair, but he would at least allow himself the dignity of getting changed in private. Once there, he hurriedly stripped off his t-shirt and jeans, before peeling himself out of his thong. His hard cock sprang free from its containment making him reluctant to encase it all over again. But he couldn't ignore the threat behind Kate's words. He fished the white g-string out of the Victoria's Secret bag and stared at the tiny piece of cloth. It wasn't going to leave very much to Amy's imagination. "What's taking so long?" Kate called out. Shrugging, Mark stepped into the g-string and pulled it up his legs. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. Amy was right, on a woman this g-string would look both innocent and slutty. On him though, it looked obscene. Gritting his teeth in resignation, he reluctantly stepped out into the living room. Amy and Kate greeted his return with a series of whoops and catcalls. Mark felt himself blushing crimson with embarrassment. He felt incredibly exposed and vulnerable standing in front of these two fully dressed women. He couldn't deny his excitement though. In the skimpy g-string everyone knew exactly how excited he was. To his horror, Amy raised a digital camera to her face and started snapping pictures. Mark stared at Kate in alarm, silently appealing for her to intervene. "Well, I did promise her some pictures on the phone the other day." Kate laughed. "You remember that don't you?" Mark moaned softly, he remembered that phone call only too well. His cock twitched and swelled even further. "Oh my god!" Amy shrieked. "Look at him. He looks like he's about to explode!" "My Marky does seem to enjoy showing off his panties doesn't he?" Kate grinned evilly. "Turn around Mark. Let Amy see your cute ass." Mark obeyed Kate's instructions, turning around, glad in some ways not to have to look the women in the face any more. He could almost feel their eyes on his exposed ass cheeks. "Oh that's a nice touch." Kate murmured. "The back is so small it doesn't cover anything at all. Bend over Mark." Mark bent forward, moving his legs apart to steady himself. He felt so cheap posing like this, as though he was nothing but a piece of meat. "He has a tight ass." Amy commented. "And it's practically begging for attention in those panties." Mark trembled, his cock throbbing as he posed for the two women. "He looks like such a fag boy. Does he let you watch him with guys." "Oh my Marky's not into guys." Kate corrected her friend casually. She didn't seem surprised or upset by Amy's question. "He's just a horny sissy slut. Turn around panty boy. Let's show Amy how much you like your new panties." I Bought Them For You Ch. 03 Mark stood up and turned back around. Kate was sitting on the sofa now, her legs crossed. Amy remained standing her camera at the ready to snap more pictures. The expression on her face said she didn't believe Kate for a second, Mark shivered with humiliation. Amy was sure he was gay. He hoped she wouldn't tell anyone else that. "God, look how far he's sticking out." Amy giggled, keeping her camera busy. "The poor boy looks like he's gonna shoot any second." "Oh he is." Kate murmured. "Don't stop taking pictures. You're going to love this!" Kate giggled wickedly, kicking the shoe off her right foot and wiggling her toes in Mark's direction. "You know what to do honey. Kneel down." Mark dropped to his knees in front of Kate. His mind flashed back to the series of events that had started this. Kate was obviously trying to re-create the original phone call only with Amy here in person this time. He groaned in pleasure as he felt her bare foot press against his panty covered cock. "Feels good doesn't it sissy boy?" Kate mocked him, moving her foot ever so slowly along his shaft. Mark gasped, trembling with shame as he exposed the extent of his weakness to an almost stranger. "Show Amy how much you like it." Kate didn't have to say any more than that, Mark knew exactly what she wanted. The small rational part of his mind screamed at him to stop this, that he was giving both women more control over him. He had to stop this now. Instead he thrust his hips forward, pressing his engorged cock against Kate's foot. "Oh... my... god!" Amy gasped, her voice sounding distinctly breathless now. Mark glanced over at her, his face crimson only to find himself looking directly into the camera lens. "That's it. Fuck my foot in your slutty g-string." Kate smirked down at him, holding her foot still, forcing him to thrust and rub himself against her. "Show Amy what a horny sissy bitch you are." "This is so fucking hot." Amy giggled, snapping picture after picture. Mark glanced at her again, burning with shame and humiliation as he desperately thrust his panty clad cock against Kate's foot. "So I guess Frank wouldn't do something like this for you huh?" Kate asked mischieviously. "Frank? Oh hell no!" Amy laughed dismissively. "Any time he gets hard, he's going to push me down and take me like a man. Of course, he's not a sissy fag like your Marky here." Mark groaned, burning with humiliation. Kate didn't even bother to correct Amy this time, she seemed to enjoy the added embarrassment that her friend was causing him. He panted, thrusting desperately. His cock was throbbing painfully and he could feel himself getting close. "Get ready." Kate grinned evily. "He's not going to last much longer." She was right. Mark whimpered as she started to move her foot again, curling it around his swollen shaft. He thrust violently forward, letting out a strangled moan as the first spurt of cum shot into his white panties. Kate hastily pulled her foot away, allowing Amy and her camera an unobstructed view as he soaked his white g-string with cum. "Oh I can't wait to see how these turn out." Amy sniggered. I Bought Them For You Ch. 04 Mark gaped at Kate's grinning face. She was joking right? "Come on sweetie." Kate pouted. "It's the perfect excuse to wear your new panties. And you do want to wear them don't you?" Mark shivered. Every time she teased him into wearing panties was more mind blowing than the last. But, in public? Kate pressed her body against his and his cock responded. "You know what happens when you're a good boy." She pressed tighter, right against his erection. "Oh yes, you remember." She giggled. Mark groaned in frustration. She was playing him like a flute. They both knew it and yet still he didn't have the will to resist. "But... in public." He protested rather weakly. "It's Halloween honey! And you'll be so sexy!" She nuzzled his ear, her breath hot. He pushed her back against the wall. Reason fading into a haze of arousal. Her hands reached down and unzipped him, freeing his hard cock and squeezing him. "Will you do it?" She whispered and trailed her tongue along his jaw before kissing him. Her hand teased his cock. And he groaned. "Yes." He gasped out "Wonderful!" She squealed somehow slipping out of his grasp and away from the wall. "I know just what you should wear." Mark blinked Hadn't they been about to... "Oh and sweetie? You should probably zip yourself up before you head to work." Kate grinned at him. "Unless you want them to see what you're wearing?" Mark ground his teeth as he forced his swollen cock back into his pants. *** True to her word, Kate had his Halloween outfit waiting when he got back that evening. It had been a rough day. Between her morning teasing and the touch of the silky panties kept him on edge and distracted. Kate would never have known if he had changed out of them at work, but the truth was he hadn't wanted to. She met him at the door, her body tense and bouncing with excitement, like a little girl going to play dress up, except she wasn't the one dressing up today. "I have the perfect dress for you." She announced, grabbing his hand and dragging him through to the bedroom. "A classic black dress. You will look hot!" Mark stifled a groan. Part of him had been hoping she wasn't serious about this gender swap Halloween costume. He ought to have known better though. He stared at the dress laying on the bed. It was short. It was tight. Oh god. What had he agreed to? "I'm going to need some other stuff for you to appear the part though." Kate grinned. And so the week went on. The next night it was the wig. Long blonde hair for the sexy girl as Kate put it. Then the heels. The makeup. And, for the final touch, the breast forms. Each new bit of the outfit introduced with an equal amount of smirks and teasing. Just enough to distract him from any growing nervousness. Until Friday arrived. "Party time." Kate squealed when Mark arrived home. "Into the bedroom so I can get you all pretty for the big night out." Mark walked to the bedroom, his brain numb. His fingers fumbling to unbutton and remove his clothes, startled to find his cock already erect. "Such an eager girl." Kate laughed, her hand ever so stroked Mark's shaft for a brief instant. He gasped at the pleasure that ran through his body. "Better be careful. You don't want people seeing that." Kate winked. She dressed him first, going slow and teasing him as she did. She stuffed his still hard cock into the pink panties with a smirk, then helped him put on the stockings, breast forms and bra, adding the dress last. Mark stared at his now androgynous form in the mirror. He wasn't female, yet not male either. Kate pushed him down onto the stool and arranged the blonde wig on his head with care before turning her attention to his makeup. The transformation was startling. Slim and average in height as a man, he made for a statuesque blonde. "Be a dear and go wait for me in the living room." Kate said, slapping Mark's ass. Startled, but still obedient Mark did as instructed. He sat upright and uncomfortable on the sofa, trying to calm himself down. Every time he thought about the party sweat formed on his palms. He remembered to cross his legs, but that just drew his attention back to his still hard cock and the inexplicable excitement he was getting from dressing like this. She kept him waiting, nervous and aroused, barely able to keep still. When she walked into the room she had dressed in one of his suits. Her hair tucked up under a hat so as not to distract from the masculine appearance. It was Kate and yet, it wasn't. There was a swagger as she walked into the room, and a smirk as her eyes swept over him in his dress and wig, like he was prey. "Not bad." She said. "Time to go." *** This year the company, in its usual extravagance, had rented out a ball room and one of the fancier hotels in the neighborhood. Mark's nervousness and discomfort grew as they entered the building and people were staring at him under the bright lights. He shrank up against Kate and letting her lead him along in a way that further emphasized their roles for the night. "Well we know who wears the pants in your relationship don't we." John laughed striding toward them. Everyone turned and stared at his bellow and Mark cringed. "Looks good on you." John continued laughing. "Would look better on her!" Kate smirked again, but said nothing, forcing John to perform the introductions. His palms were sweating as he introduced one after another of his work colleagues. His cheeks reddened as Christie, wearing a tight fitting dress giggled and asked him where he shopped. Kate patted his ass as he blushed and stammered, causing everyone to laugh again. Mark found parties difficult at the best of times. Usually he could blend into the background, find a quiet corner and have a drink. But not dressed like this and not with Kate beside him the whole time. It seemed like she wanted to meet and talk to everyone he worked with. He fidgeted with discomfort as she bantered with John and his colleagues. "Honey run along and get me a beer there's a good girl." Kate said. There was an awkward pause before Mark realized she was talking to him. Face scarlet from the attention he was receiving and the latest round of laughter, he headed for the bar. Kate whistled at him as he walked away and the laughter grew even louder. Without Kate next to him, Mark felt even more vulnerable in the sexy clothes. Everyone glanced at him as he walked past. But without her there to stir things, they didn't say anything to him. He shuddered to think what people would say about him after this party. The bartender didn't blink though when he asked for the beer. No doubt she had seen far stranger at Halloween parties in the past. He lingered near the food and drink enjoying the relative anonymity and trying to calm himself down. As much as he hated to admit it, between the embarrassment and fear, excitement still lingered. The way she gazed at him, the way the others eyes lingered on his body in these clothes. "Well! Hello there sexy!" Annette's voice scattered his thoughts. "Ah... hi." He struggled to respond, his heart thundering in his chest. "Um... Halloween... you know." "Oh indeed I do." Annette grinned at him. "A chance to let it all hang out. But who knew it would be so good." "Um... thanks." Mark wasn't sure how to respond. Was she teasing him? The complement sounded awfully sincere. "Turn around." Annette instructed him, signaling with her finger. Not sure what else to do, Mark obeyed, turning slowly round to study his outfit. "It just brings out a whole other you doesn't it?" Annette laughed. Mark blushed again. The dress was so tight fitting, he felt incredibly exposed under Annette's roaming gaze. "You want to be careful dressing like that." She continued to tease him. "You might attract the wrong sort of attention." "Oh don't worry." It was Kate's voice, and there was an edge to it. "I'm keeping a close eye on my girl." Mark swallowed nervously as Kate's arm snaked around his waist pulling him closer to her in a possessive motion. "I'm sure you will." Annette pursed her lips before they formed a polite smile. Without another word she moved away. "Well, I just can't leave you alone for a moment, can I?" Kate teased, her hand cupping his ass and giving it a squeeze. "I turn my back and you're flirting. Naughty girl." She took him by the arm and lead him out of the crowd and over to a shadowed corner of the room, pushing him back against the wall, her body pressing against his. Her hand reached down to cup his crotch. "Such a dirty girl." She whispered into his ear, her hand caressing his hard cock. "Do you like playing the slut?" Mark moaned softly, biting his lip as her hot breath tickled his ear. "Does it excite you, wiggling your bum in your fuck me heels?" Her other hand reached round and pinched his ass. "Letting them see you all dressed up in your slutty sissy clothes." Her teeth nipped at his earlobe, her body pressing tight against his. Mark fought for words, but before he formed a coherent sentence she attacked his mouth with hers, her tongue thrusting into his possessing him. His body reacted on instinct, arms coming round to pull her tighter against him, pushing his crotch against her soft, warm body. Kate pulled away, her eyes dropped to his crotch and she giggled. "Well someones got a little problem now, doesn't she? We won't be able to tuck that out of sight." Mark's cheeks flushed redder as he followed her gaze, seeing the way his hard on pushed out the tight skirt he was wearing. His excitement would be unmistakable to anyone in the room. "Such a slut." Kate giggled again and grabbing his hand, pulled him after her. Mark shuffled along, cheeks scarlet with embarrassment, hoping that no one would notice as Kate pulled him through the party crowd and out of the ballroom. A few people waved greeting to him as they went past and his stomach lurched with each encounter. At last they were free of the crowd though and Kate dragged him down what seemed to be a deserted hallway testing the doors as she went. "I don't think we're supposed to be here." Mark protested. Kate stopped, then turned to face him. "Well..." She said, "You could just go back to the party. And maybe your... problem." She glanced down, "will take care of itself." Mark flushed again and shuffled his feet. "Or would you like me to ask the concierge for help?" She teased. Mark stared at her in horror and she giggled again. "Then perhaps," She leaned in and gave him another hot kiss. "You should let me... take care of it?" Mark nodded. Kate turned the handle of another door and it opened revealing a small closet. She hurriedly pushed him inside and followed him in. The part of Mark's brain that was still working wanted to protest that someone would see them. That the door didn't lock and one of the hotel staff could walk in at any moment to see Kate on her knees and him with his cock sticking out of his panties But then her soft fingers stroked his heated flesh and her tongue flicked against his exposed cock head. And all he could do was moan in pleasure, leaning back against the shelves to support himself as his cock entered her mouth. He couldn't look away from the door sure that at any moment someone would walk in. Even standing above Kate like this he felt helpless. Her hands pushed him back against the shelves and he stood passively as her lips and tongue teased him. She coaxes noises from between his lips as her mouth made his cock throb and twitch. She pulled her head away from him. He whimpered as her hot, wet mouth withdrew and she grinned up at him, enjoying the control she had over him. Her tongue snaked out to lick her lips teasingly. "Is my sissy ready to fuck?" She taunted rising languorously to her feet. The closet was hot and stuffy as she stood close to him, unbuckling her belt and pulling down her trousers with an almost aggressive efficiency. Turning she braced herself against the wall, arching her back and ass invitingly. "Well?" She asked, turning her head to stare at him. "Does my panty boy want to fuck this?" She wiggled her ass. Mark stumbled forward, his mind on fire with lust and anger at the taunting. His own panties down around his legs he grabbed Kate's hips holding her still as he pressed his cock against her pussy and thrust up and into her. Her gasp excited him further and he pressed his body against hers, pushing her against the wall. His hands roamed her body, squeezing and groping her flesh as he began to fuck her. "Such a horny slut." Kate taunted him, panting as he thrust into her again and again. "That's it. Fuck my ass... with your strapon." Mark grunted a mixture of frustration, anger and passion at her continued teasing, thrusting his hips hard fucking her faster and deeper. His orgasm was building already. The door opened. Just a crack. Enough for Mark to catch it out of the corner of his eye, but not enough for Kate, her head resting against the wall to notice. Mark didn't slow down, pounding into Kate. All he could think about was taking her, fucking her, cumming in her. He glanced over and his eyes locked with Annette's as he thrust again and again. She smirked at him, making no effort to avert her eyes. She showed no signs of embarrassment at what she was watching. His whole body blushed with embarrassment. Annette was drinking in the whole scene, including him with his skirt up around his waist and the panties around his knees. What did she think of him now? With an effort he wrenched his gaze away and focused on Kate, thrusting and grunting animalistically as he fucked her eager body. Panting and gasping as he came. He rested his head against her back his cum spurting into her. The door clicked shut.