5 comments/ 16525 views/ 5 favorites Carrie's Pussy By: 0ra11yfix8ed Like so many stories this one has elements of many categories. If you take the time to read the whole thing please vote. A comment relating similar experiences would be appreciated with a reply when appropriate! ***** I graduated after Spring semester in 2013. The job market was not good, especially for a history major. What was I thinking? If I had any sense at all I'd have studied something more marketable but I've always been interested in history; the Civil War era especially. No matter. After nearly eighteen months of living at my parents home outside Columbus, Ohio and spending all day, every day applying for just about any job I finally was offered an in person interview with an insurance company with positions open in customer service. It wasn't related in any way to my degree but it was a job; or at least an interview. So that's how I came to Northeast Ohio. The job was there and the commute from my home town of Newark wouldn't be possible so I packed up my things and left home, family and friends behind. It was an entry level position with entry level pay so naturally I looked for an apartment that I could afford. My search took me to the older neighborhoods and I settled on a one bedroom third floor walk-up in the Coventry area. Not a bad area; just not new. There were six apartments in my building. Three were occupied by young women and the fourth by a middle aged couple. They were the quasi-managers and might have been the owners. I dealt with a real estate management company so I was never really sure. My neighbors were pleasant enough. We exchange greetings when our paths crossed but that's as far as it went until one day shortly after the new year. There was a soft knock at my door. A first for me actually. In the first three months in my new home there had been no visitors. I was acquainted with a few people from work but any social activity was limited to an occasional drink with my office mates. I'm not usually shy but the weather here has been brutal this winter and I spent most of my evenings reading waiting for Spring and a chance to explore my new surroundings. When I opened the door it was the young woman a crossed the hall. We rarely saw each other because she worked the night shift at one of the hospitals downtown. She apologized for bothering me but asked for a favor. There had been a death in her family and she had booked a flight to LA that left in three hours. Could I watch her cat while she was gone? Of course I agreed. Even if she wasn't a striking blond with blue green eyes. Even if she wasn't almost as tall as me and very athletic looking. Even if she wasn't so sad and vulnerable I would still have done it, just to be neighborly. She grabbed my hand and pulled me into her apartment. She showed me where the cat food was and the litter box and handed me a key. She said she might be gone three or four days but there was money on the kitchen table if I needed to buy anything for her cat "Hook." The cat was named "Hook" because of his annoying habit of using his claws to get attention. And, one more thing, could I please take her to the airport she didn't think she could make it on time using public transportation. On the way to the airport she fussed about the cat, asked if I could bring in her mail too, said she had forgotten to take out the trash could I do that too? I could tell she was uncomfortable, nervous, concerned about her parents; they were ok, it was her uncle that had died. As she got out in the pre-flight check-in area she promised to call with her return plans. She thanked me for being so nice and promised to repay me with a nice dinner when she returned. I half heartedly stammered that wouldn't be necessary as she grabbed her bag and left. She took two steps turned and opened the door. She needed my number if she was to call. That's how I came to be in Carrie's apartment. If I were a nice boy I would have just fed the cat and changed the litter box and disposed of the trash while she was away but no, not me. I had to give in to my sick perverted heart. I had to snoop. I couldn't be a good boy and do a good deed. She was gorgeous and I had access to her apartment while she was in LA. Who would know? I went back to my apartment and waited. Just in case her flight was delayed and she came back. After about five hours she called and said her flight had left on time and that she was already in LA. It would be safe to explore her apartment. The first thing I looked at was her closet. It was full of all manner of feminine garments; blouses, skirts, dresses, slacks and sweaters. I was in heaven. At home I had tried on some of my mother's clothes but this was different, this was better, this was a dream come true! I felt the pounding of my heart that produced the throbbing sensation in my cock that would eventually lead to a very satisfying orgasm. With my left hand I rubbed my crotch as I fondled the clothing in Carrie's closet. I stepped back and looked around the room. On the far side between her dresser and the bathroom was her hamper. Could I be so lucky? It was Friday night. I seemed to recall that she did her laundry on the weekend. Could there be a hamper full of a whole weeks worth of underwear? I was almost trembling as I crossed the room opened the treasure trove she had unknowingly left for me. I gasped as I saw yesterday's panties on the top of a very full hamper. I knelt before this unbelievable treasure and rubbed my crotch as I leaned in and sniffed female sweat and the slight hint of female urine and maybe, just maybe the sweet, slippery pussy juice she might have left on these delicate undergarments. I thought I might cum just thinking about it. Slowly I unbuttoned my shirt. My hands cupped the breasts on my chest and I pinched my nipples through my t-shirt. Would her bra fit me? Could I be so lucky? She was trim and athletic but nearly my size! I took another deep breath. Slowly I picked up her panties. They were pale blue cotton briefs with an absorbent panel. I draped them over the edge of the hamper and gazed at the crotch. There was a hint of a stain. I leaned in and sniffed the pungent aroma of her pussy. I realized I was rubbing my crotch and smiled at my good fortune. I resolved to take full advantage of the situation. Instead of stripping down and hurriedly beating my meat like a teenager afraid of being caught I was going to make myself wait. I would "edge" myself mercilessly! This opportunity might never come again. Why waste it with a quickie? I'd have all day tomorrow and Sunday if I could hold out that long. Besides, there would be time for a couple of quickies on Monday and Tuesday before she returned. After a few moments I stood up and laid the panties on the edge of her bed. She had made it quickly before she left so I got out my cell phone and took a picture so I could remember just how everything looked when she left. Next I took a photo of her hamper. A skirt was on top. I removed the skirt and laid it over the panties. That wasn't right. The panties should be inside the skirt! I arranged the panties and skirt on the edge of the bed. I found a pair of nylons in the hamper and got a pair of heals from her closet. I took a picture of the shoes to make sure I could put them back just so. My hand was rubbing my crotch again, small wonder! I was so excited, almost drooling with anticipation. I knelt before her skirt and imagined her sitting there on the edge of the bed. I arranged the stocking and shoes and leaned back. She smiled at me. "I know what you want Louis. It's ok." My head was resting in her lap. Her hands were stroking my hair. I was inhaling her scent. Images flashed between fantasy and reality. "Kiss me, Louis." I looked up at her smiling face. "You know where, Louis. Start with my foot." I leaned down and stroked the foot of her stocking on my cheek. "Kiss it, Louis. Kiss Mommies foot." I kissed the stocking. "That's a good boy." She cooed. "Mommies little darling. Now a little higher, dear. That's right, take your time. A little higher, dear." Slowly I worked my way up her stockings and under her skirt until my cheek was nestled on the crotch of her panties. I slowly inhaled her scent as I rubbed my crotch. Reality crept back in and I regained my senses. It was late; tomorrow was another day. A Saturday; an entire day of playing with Carrie's clothing. Everything went back in the hamper. I held her panties to my nose for one last sniff and then put them back before closing the hamper. I grabbed my shirt and put it back on before leaving. Moments later I was in my own apartment. My heart was racing and I was short of breath. It wasn't physical it was all in my head. Finding Carrie's clothes. Holding her panties. Sniffing them. It was all so unexpected but so exciting. Better than the porno I always watched when I dressed up. I had my own bra and panties and a robe. Once or twice a week I enjoyed putting them on and watched "Mommies Panty Boy" a porno about a nasty step-mother and her daughters who humiliate and sissify a young man. I went to my bedroom; disrobed and put on my girlie things. Back in the living room I put the porno on. My panties were much sexier than Carrie's. Hip hugging red lace. They strained to contain my aching hard-on. I could feel my balls clenching and throbbing as I lightly brushed the tips of my fingers along the underside of my cock. It was all I could do not to grab myself and empty them as I watched the wicked women force their step-brother to masturbate. Not tonight. Not with Carries sexy things waiting a crossed the hall. I would save this load for a real woman's panties! Morning Wood I woke up the next morning with a serious hard-on. Little wonder. I showered and shaved paying special attention to my balls and ass. I always left most of my pubic hair so as not to appear too much the sissy when I showered after working out. Yes, I am conscious of my weight and physical fitness but as much as I like feminine clothing I'm not at all interested in attracting attention from men. A bit of a cross dresser I freely admit to being but I adore women and hope that one day one will come along that will understand and appreciate me as I am. Isn't that what we all want? I dressed in a sweater and slacks, commando. Soon enough I would be checking out Carrie's things I wouldn't need my own underwear. I crossed the hall and entered Carrie's apartment. The cat was either still sleeping or avoiding me on purpose. I went to the kitchen and opened a can of cat food; still no cat. "Here kitty, kitty. Breakfast is served!" Still no cat. Her apartment was dark. It was after nine but it was one of those dark winter days that depress Clevelanders so much. Plus, her drapes were drawn. That was good! I'd be able to move about her apartment in various stages of dress or undress as the mood hit me. I turned on the light in Carrie's bedroom, still no cat. I went back to the kitchen and tended to the litter box. Carrie was very clear about that. Cats like a clean litter box. She wanted me to clean it twice a day. My cock and balls felt good moving freely as I moved about. Maybe I should consider getting some boxers. The waste from the litter box wen into the trash bag next to the refrigerator. I closed it and put a new one in the trash bin. I took the trash out through the back of the down stairs hallway. The lot was already plowed and Mr. Stewart was shoveling the walkways. I put the bag in the dumpster on the far side of the parking lot. My little nipples were getting hard as rocks and my cock and balls were trying their best to disappear. "Mornin' Lou, what brings you out so early? You usually sleep in on Saturdays." I had no idea that Mr. Stewart had any interest in my comings and goings. Lucky for me his apartment was on the first floor and the young woman below Carries place was a waitress at a sports bar and worked from noon till closing most Saturdays. I explained about the death in Carrie's family and about caring for her cat while she was in LA. "Well, wear your jacket when you come out, Lou. You don't need to catch cold." "Good advice!" I said as I hurried inside. Back in Carrie's apartment I closed the door and locked the deadbolt. I slipped both security chains in their holders. My wasn't she security conscious, I thought. I looked about the apartment. No sign of the cat. I checked the kitchen; the food dish was empty and there was fresh cat pee in the liter box. So far, so good. The cat was still alive. It was time to start indulging my fetish, girlie things. I went straight to Carrie's closet and found a robe; three of them actually. One was a very heavy terrycloth knee length bath robe. Another was a full length red satin robe. The one I chose would just barely cover my butt. A satin and lace wrap around. It was baby blue. I kicked off my shoes, took off my shirt and trousers and laid them neatly on her bed. I sat down and removed my socks. I was completely naked in Carrie's apartment. My shriveled little dick that had tried to escape the cold when I took the garbage out was coming back to life all by itself. The effects of the cold weather were giving way to the dirty thoughts that now occupied my mind. I smelled the robe; her perfume was sweet, floral, vaguely familiar. On the far side of the room was a dressing table complete with mirror. On it I found a tin of powder, I opened it... lavender, a common scent. My mother used it and hers. Women have been using it forever. How, I wondered. It was meant for the body I supposed. I took the powder puff in my fingers and brought it to my nose. I sneezed. Obviously not meant for such close contact! I dabbed my shoulders, under my arms and my tiny tits. It felt nice. Cooling. Smooth. My cock was so hard it was pointing nearly straight up. I powdered it. I sat down on Carrie's bed and opened my legs so I could powder my balls. I leaned back and spread my legs and powdered from my ass to my belly button teasing my cock all the while. Maybe later I'll take a bath in her tub and give myself the full treatment, I thought as I sat up and pulled the robe on. It fit loosely even on me. On Carrie it must be really loose, I mused. I closed it around my mid section and tied it loosely with the belt that was conveniently provided. I looked at myself in Carrie's mirror. She would fill it out much better than I but still I felt sexy! I stood and turned and glanced over my shoulder. Her butt is better than mine, I thought, but my clit was so much bigger! That's right, I was thinking of my cock as a woman's clit. I loved to eat pussy, especially for a woman whose clit seemed to grow like my cock! Carrie's robe covered my cock and balls but my hard on was doing it's best to peek out from under the robe. I took two steps and turned. There it was! Peeking out at me. Five steps in front of the mirror and another turn. Little Louie was teasing me! Flopping to and fro, back and forth as I walked. "Hold me," little Louie whispered. "You know you want to." "Yes! I do so want to hold you and stroke you," I whispered to myself. "But there is so much more to discover. Panties, and stockings and bras. Oh my!" I pinched a tit as I admired myself in Carrie's mirror. I turned and walked towards the hamper but passed it and went to the kitchen. I felt so sexy parading through Carrie's apartment in her robe. I need heels, I thought. Slippers maybe but something to give me a more feminine walk. Carrie had a tea kettle on her stove. I filled it with water and turned the stove on before looking for her tea. I found a small box of tea bags in the cupboard next to her meager spice collection. I preferred an Earl Grey that I bought in bulk from a tea vendor at the farmer's market downtown. I made a cup and took it to her couch and sat down, demurely crossing my ankles so that prying eyes couldn't see up my skirt! Who was I kidding? I wasn't wearing a skirt and there was absolutely no one to look up it if I was. Still, I must be a lady. Only a slut would flash her pussy. I picked up a copy of Glamour magazine and leafed through it as I sipped my tea. Ads for makeup and lingerie, all things feminine. My "clit" was still hard as a rock and still begging for attention. Finishing the tea I looked for a towel. There was a small linen closet next to her bathroom. In it was just what I needed. A small linen towel. Just perfect for dusting! Back in the living room I went from table to table, carefully dusting Carrie's furniture. I'm sure this was a chore she loathed but for me it was a chance to openly display myself, if only to an imaginary audience. My only desire was to please my mistress but she ignored my every move preferring to read her magazine. My "clit" had been hard for an hour and a half without relief! What did the ad say? Call your doctor if you experience an erection lasting more than four hours? I wondered if one that is all natural would be problematic. Back in Carrie's bedroom I sat down on the small bench in front of her dressing table. I picked up her brush and began brushing my hair. I noticed one of those cloth elastic things young women use to put their hair up in a pony tail. My hair was too short but what else could I use it for? It was obvious, of course! I spread my legs and captured my cock and balls. It was like a cock ring but feminine! I stood up and raised the hem of her robe to admire my creativity. It slipped off, it didn't want to stay on no matter what I tried. Suddenly I remembered the cat toys on the end table next to her couch. With the toys was a tiny pink collar! It was just the right size for forcing my balls away from my body. They had been drawn up tight waiting to explode for almost two hours now. I pulled and rubbed to loosen them and finally had the collar in place. Back in front of the dressing table I admired my creativity! Why hadn't I thought of this before? A bad boy's balls should always be shaved smooth and collared. I slipped the elastic thing (what are they called?) over my cock and balls and walked back and forth in front of the mirror. This time it stayed in place. I took a deep breath. I'd been teasing myself for two hours. I went to the hamper. I opened it and carefully took out each item of Carrie's dirty laundry. I was looking for something special. Not her every day underwear but something she may have worn to go out. It didn't matter if it was for a date or just her girl friends. Piece by piece each item was carefully removed from the hamper. Some examined more closely than others. I brushed my cock with some, sniffed the crotches of her panties, even kissed them while enjoying her musk. All the while my cock throbbed. Finally, near the bottom of the hamper, was a bra and panty set that was not her every day cotton. These were special. A matching black lace set. Hip hugging panties and a lace demi-cup bra. A sleeveless white V-neck knit top and a black mini-skirt. Something she obviously wore when she wanted to look and feel sexy! I slipped out of the robe and stepped into the panties. They were made of a stretch material but would there be enough room for me? There was! Just enough actually. I admired myself in Carrie's mirror. My cock and balls stretched the front panel of the panties that were cut for the female form. They held my cock against my belly making it peek out above the waist band. I walked out to her kitchen feeling the lace with every step. Back in her bedroom I picked up her bra and tried to hook they clasp in front but it was too small. I slipped the straps over my shoulders and put on the knit top. I imagined her in a bar. She was leaning over her drink talking to a man she had just met. Her arms were folded under her breasts as she leaned in giving him just enough to look at. She smiled knowing what he was thinking. She straightened up and brushed the hair away from her eyes with one hand as she picked up her drink to take a sip. Putting the drink down she touched his hand. Was he man enough to read her signal? Was he bold enough to bed her tonight? She smiled and licked her lips. Carrie's Pussy Ch. 02 Saturday morning for those of you who haven't read "Carrie's Pussy" was spent in my neighbor's apartment going through her things and edging myself to a very leisurely orgasm. Back in my own apartment a little after noon I collapsed. Exhausted from spending so much time focusing on my crotch I drifted off dreaming of things I could or might do while Carrie was away. I awoke about three pm and made a short list of things I would need. Beer, to replace the one I had taken from her fridge. Wine, because it seemed more lady like. A tin of powder because I liked the way it felt when I used it after my bubble bath. Some of those elastic things and a small collar from the pet department. It was a bitter cold day; one of the coldest of a very cold February. Later, we would find out that it was the coldest February on record. Over a hundred years and this was the coldest ever. Well, not forever ever just since they began keeping records! Just my luck I thought. We set a record my first year in Cleveland. Yeah team! It should be noted that January was one of the warmer on record. I bundled up and went to the store. It was only a block and a half from my apartment but I was frozen as I walked in the front door of the discount food and drug store. The wind was at my back on the way to the store, the walk back would be worse. I found everything on my list plus some cheese and summer sausage to go with the crackers I already had. As I passed through the women's clothing department I noticed a small elastic strap intended to add a little extra girth to a bra. I couldn't resist. I had to have it even though it might be a bit embarrassing at the check out. I was suddenly aware of the throbbing in Carrie's panties. Yes, I had borrowed the pale blue cotton briefs from Carrie's hamper and I was wearing them for the afternoon. They weren't the sexy ones that she might wear on a date. These were her everyday panties; ones she may have worn to work. My "clit" was growing as I imagined the clerk giving me a knowing look. There were long lines in the checkout area. No one was waiting at the self-checkout so I began scanning my items. When I got to the wine the alarm went off and a young woman came over to check my ID. She smiled as she glanced at my purchases. "Having a little party tonight?" It was an innocent question but did she suspect something? Was I reading too much into it? "Maybe." I smiled back. "If the weather doesn't kill our plans." I was trying to at least appear normal but it seemed to me that she knew. I must be paranoid. How could she? The walk back was awful. The wind made it seem like twenty below. The snow stung when it hit my nose and forehead. I made a mental note to wear an extra layer next time plus a heavier knit cap and better gloves. This weather was nothing to mess with. Back in my apartment I gathered the things I would need to take to Carries for my evening session. The wine plus a stemmed glass. The crackers, cheese and summer sausage. A bottle of beer. My favorite DVD plus two clothespins. Armed with everything I needed I crossed the hall to Carrie's apartment. My breathing quickened with anticipation as I quietly opened the door. Once inside I dropped the DVD on the coffee table and took the rest to the kitchen. Before I could do anything else I just had to get dressed! I went to Carrie's bedroom and turned on the light. I looked around the room for the one thing that I didn't find earlier. There was a flannel nightgown in her dresser but that wasn't it. I turned back the covers and saw what I wanted under one of her pillows; her nightie! Pale blue. It was a matching baby doll and panties with little ruffles. My heart raced as I licked my lips while holding her panties to my nose. Breathing deeply I inhaled her scent; musky yet feminine it made my cock and balls throb. Sitting on her bed I took off my shoes and socks. I stood up and stepped out of my slacks folded them neatly and placed them on the foot of her bed. I took off my shirt and stood nearly naked looking in her mirror. I rubbed my cock through her blue cotton briefs. It was time to get ready for "bed." I took off her panties and put them back in the hamper. Naked I walked into her bathroom and started her shower. A "good girl" should always shower before bed I thought. I used her shampoo and conditioner. I carefully washed with her scented soap paying special attention to my "clit" and ass! I wanted to be squeaky clean! Out of the shower I used the towel she had used the day before to dry myself. I used her hair dryer and brush to dry my hair. I went to her dressing table and powdered my ass and "clit." I used her deodorant. Satisfied that I smelled just like her I picked up the panties from her sleep set. They were tiny. Stretch lace with a very small crotch panel. I stepped into them. There was just barely enough stretch to accommodate my girth and not nearly enough to cover the not so feminine package between my legs. My balls were just barely contained and my still soft "clit" was poking its head obscenely over the waistband! I admired myself in her mirror. "You look so sexy, sweetheart!" I thought. "Except for that naughty little clit of yours. Just begging to wave at everyone. But you're going to be a good girl, you're not going to be a slut! We'll have fun home alone tonight." I slipped the baby doll pajama over my head. It fell loosely over my shoulders. The hem barely covered my crotch. I went to Carrie's closet and put on the robe that completed the outfit. Dressed for the evening I went out to the living room and started the DVD. It began with the stepsisters tormenting their stepbrother after catching him naked going through their dirty underwear. In the kitchen I checked Hook's litter box (did I mention that I was caring for Carrie's cat while she was in LA for a funeral?). I sifted the litter and put the waste in the trash bag. I opened a can of food. Carrie said Hook should be fed twice a day. I still hadn't seen him. On the DVD it was the part where they threaten to tell their mother unless he agrees to obey them. I opened the wine and poured a glass. Taking a sip I noticed my reflection in the oven glass. I rubbed a breast and pinched a tit. I did look sexy. My breasts though small for a woman but were too big for a man. The V-neck of the nightie actually accentuated them! On the DVD they were making him wear their underwear and serve them wine. I glanced at the clock. It was almost seven thirty. I'd been playing for over two hours. I heard my cell. It was in my pants in the bedroom. I put down the wine and hurried to answer it. It was Carrie. "Hi, Louis. It's me, is everything alright?" "Just fine, Carrie." I answered. "As a matter of fact I just emptied Hook's litter box and fed him." "Thank-you, Louis. You've been a life saver! I don't know what I'd have done without you. I promise to fix a nice thank-you dinner when I get back." "That's not necessary, Carrie, I'm happy just to help out." "Non-sense Louis. I want to thank you properly. We'll do dinner next Saturday if that's ok with you." "Well sure, it's ok, but really it's not necessary." "Not another word, Louis, it is necessary and proper to thank someone when they do a favor for you. Now listen, I don't have much time. The funeral is Monday morning, I'm going to stay Monday night and come back Tuesday evening. The flight lands at 7:35. Can you be a dear and pick me up? "Not a problem, Carrie, I'll be there." "Thank-you Louis. Be good!" "What?" "Bye bye Louis, see you soon." If she only knew. If she could see me in her nightie, rubbing my crotch while we talked. On the DVD it was the part where the stepmother catches her daughters playing with their stepbrother. She feigns shock and disgust and threatens to spank them. They protest it's not their fault because their stepbrother was playing with their panties. Mother turns her "anger" on the poor boy and pulls him over her knee. She spanks him and he is so excited by this that his pre-cum soils her skirt. Nothing to do but punish him for this offence by making him masturbate while all four "ladies" watch. I made a plate of cheese and summer sausage, opened the crackers and poured more wine. I took everything to the living room and arranged it on the coffee table. I went back to the kitchen and got the clothespins. Back in the living room I took my seat to watch the rest of the DVD. It was the part where the young man is kissing their feet as they discuss what he needs to do to make amends for his terrible transgressions. They decide that besides doing all of the laundry and housework he would have to have his own special underwear that they would take him shopping for! I pulled down the waistband of Carrie's panties and gently stroked my cock. it was tender from all the attention it had been given in the morning. The next scene was in a store where they had an older clerk measure him for a bra all the while explaining why they were doing this to him. The older woman said that more males should be punished like this to make them respectful of women. She suggested that he should model the bra and panties before going home to further humiliate him and of course they agreed. I just love this DVD! But I've never been so lucky as to meet a family of women who are so interested in having naked men around. And I seriously doubt that any store would allow this kind of exhibitionism. Even if all the women were ok with it. But then most of the stories I read about CFNM (clothed females naked males) are written by men for men to jack off to so I guess that as much as men fantasize about this and cross dressing women just don't care for it. By now the poor boy has another hard on and guess what? He has to masturbate for them again! I finish the crackers and cheese and pour more wine. My cock is too tender to allow much more. I pull the strap of the baby doll PJ's off my right shoulder and pick up one of the clothespins and put it on my tit. I gasp as the pain shoots into my breast. I pull the strap down on the other shoulder and put the second clothespin on my left tit. For the next few minutes I alternately remove them and put them back on torturing myself as I watch the women on the DVD torture the young man. They spank him and slap his cock. They pinch his tits. They make him eat their pussies. Finally they tie him spread eagled to a bed and leave him to consider what a bad boy he's been. I glance at the clock. It's been over three hours and I know I won't last much longer. I go into Carrie's bedroom and put her pajamas back under her pillow. I get some paper towels from the kitchen and take a pair of her panties with me into her bathroom. I put the crotch of her panties in my mouth and some Vaseline on my cock. Within seconds I'm coming. My cock is so tender I almost cry. It hurts so good! Carrie's Pussy Ch. 03 When I left Carrie's apartment Saturday night it was a little messy! I was just too tired to clean to after myself. Not to worry she had called and told me her return flight was Tuesday. I'd have loads of time to get things back in order. I was sore. Really sore! So sore and spent that I didn't wake up with an erection. Apparently keeping yourself hard for a total of about eight hours over a fourteen-hour span is hard on a dick. I dressed and went to Carrie's apartment. The first order of business was to empty the liter box. That would allow me to spend the rest of the day satisfying my fetish for female clothing without the necessity of changing back and forth to go outside. That chore taken care of I went back to my apartment for some cereal, my tea, a couple of eggs and some bread. Every thing I needed to spend a quiet day at Carrie's. As I entered her apartment I glanced around noting the mess I'd left the previous evening. No matter, soon enough I'd be dressed and ready to clean up like a proper lady's maid. I latched the dead bolt just in case and took my groceries to the kitchen. It was in a mild state of disarray but that too would be remedied. Before starting on the housework I needed to get dressed and before getting dressed I needed a bath. I went into Carries bedroom and stripped. I placed my clothes neatly on a small chair in the corner next to Carrie's bed. In her bathroom I started the water and made sure everything I needed was within reach. Shampoo, conditioner, razor. Everything a proper lady needs to get ready for the day. I checked the water temperature and added the bubble bath. I checked again; it was warm but not too warm. I stepped in and settled down for a nice relaxing bath. I turned back the cold water and as the water slowly warmed up I idly played with my balls. My "clit" was too sore. I wondered if I had played too hard the day before. I closed my eye and took a deep breath. The floral scent was heavenly. I made a mental note to buy some bubble bath. Why can't a guy enjoy a leisurely bath? When the tub was full I turned off the water and settled back. One hand massaged my balls, which by now were totally relaxed, and the other played with my tits. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the super warm bath water. I was in heaven. I'm not sure how much time passed but I do know that it was refreshing. Everyone should take the time to relax in a warm tub at least once a week! Eventually I opened the drain to let the water out. I started the water and adjusted the temperature. I started the shower and stood up. I shampooed my hair; conditioned it and using Carrie's razor trimmed my bush and shaved my balls and ass. I rinsed off and stepped out of the shower. I dried off using Carrie's towel. I noticed a cotton housedress hanging on the back of the bathroom door. Too stodgy for me but just right for a young working girl doing her chores! I put it on and went out to her hamper to get a pair of panties. For the next two or three hours I had breakfast and cleaned Carrie's apartment. My poor dick was so worn out from the day before that it behaved the whole time. I started taking "selfies." Me having breakfast, me dusting, me washing dishes, anything to have for the future. A record to enjoy after Carrie returned. About noon I started to go through Carries closet. Anything that would fit I tried on and took a selfie. I walked to her kitchen and back. I checked myself out in every mirror in her apartment. I wished I had a personal video camera. What a scene I could have made! I tried to get it up but it was too sore. I worried that I might have injured myself. Late Sunday evening I finally decided to go back to my apartment. I made sure everything was in order. Monday was a workday and Tuesday Carrie would be returning from LA. I behaved myself Monday. I fed the cat, emptied the liter box and left Carries things alone. My dick was still sore. Tuesday I woke up with morning wood again and was relieved that every thing was ok. It would have been embarrassing to have to see a doctor about a sore dick. Tuesday evening I went to the airport to pick up Carrie. Her flight was on time. Over the weekend hundreds of flights were delayed or cancelled due to weather but by Tuesday things were back to normal. We made small talk on the way back. Carrie asked if Saturday would be good for me for my thank-you dinner. I said it was really not necessary but she insisted so we agreed that I'd come over at 7pm. The rest of the week was boring. Saturday afternoon I showered and shaved and readied my self for dinner with Carrie. At exactly 7pm I knocked on her door. "Come on in, Louis!" Carried called from her kitchen. "The door is open." I opened the door and saw Amy and Eve the two girls from downstairs seated on the couch. "Hi, Louis." Carrie came in from the kitchen. "Hi, Louis. I made so much Lasagna that I invited Amy and Eve to join us. I hope you don't mind." "No, of course not." I replied. How could I. "Louis." Amy said. "Carrie told us how nice you were on such short notice. We thought it might be nice to get to know you better." I must have blushed because Eve said, "You're embarrassing him, Amy." "No, it's not that. Maybe it's a little warm in here." "Come on you guys, dinner is on." Carrie saved me from an awkward situation. Dinner itself was good and the conversation was interesting. I turns out Eve is a phys. ed. teacher at a middle school. She is taller than Carrie and slender. Amy is the smallest of the three and works at a gym as a personal trainer. Eve is a strawberry blond with freckles and blue eyes; Amy is a brunette with hazel eyes. Each of them is attractive in their own way and they all were quite cheerful. After dinner Carrie suggested we all go to her living room for tea and cookies. While the water was heating for the tea Carrie handed me a package. "I got you a present, Louis, a thank-you for helping me out. You were such a dear and so understanding I just feel I can't thank you enough." "This isn't necessary." I objected. "But it is, Louis." Carrie insisted. "Open it, Louis." Amy prodded. "Let's see what Carrie got for you Louis." Eve joined in. I untied the ribbon and lifted the lid. My eyes must have been as big as saucers and my face must have been a bright crimson. It was a red baby doll pajama set! "What is it, Louis?" Eve asked innocently. "I think I should explain." Carrie started. "There was one thing I forgot to mention when I asked Louis to care for Hook (Carries cat if you haven't read chapters one an two and if you haven't by all means do before you go on!)." She looked at me sweetly and in a very calm tone explained. "I have a security system complete with video monitoring. There are three cameras. One is over the front door and covers the living room and dining area. One is in the kitchen over the back door and covers the kitchen, dining area and a small part of the bedroom. The third is over my bedroom door and covers the bedroom and most of the bath. They are in plain sight, I wasn't hiding them. In a way I am sorry you didn't see them but I'm also glad you didn't. I'm going to show you a little slide show. A small sample of the video stored in the cloud. These pictures and videos are my private property. They were taken legally on my security system. No one else besides the four of us will ever see them if you do exactly as I say. Is that clear, Louis?" "Yes." I whispered my eyes looking down at the red baby doll pajama set. "I can't hear you Louis." Carrie said calmly. "Look at me, is it clear?" Her tone was serious. Amy and Eve sat silently; small, knowing smiles adorned their faces. "Yes Carrie, I understand." I said as I looked into her eyes. I was unable to detect any anger just bemusement as she smiled at my answer. "Let's look at the first slide, shall we ladies?" Carrie asked her girl friends. "Oh please!" Eve answered excitedly, "I didn't think I'd be able to wait this long." "Ok, here we see Louis cleaning the liter box. Next Louis feeds Hook. Now he is in my bedroom." "Oh Louis, bad boy!" Amy giggled. "Just wait, Amy, it gets worse!" Carrie continued, "Here is Louis sniffing my dirty panties." "Louis is a pervert, Louis is a pervert." Eve teased in a singsong reminiscent of grade school. "Don't call Louis names, Eve, it's not nice!" Carrie cautioned her friend sarcastically. "Next is a picture of Louis wearing my blue baby doll nightie! "You're so pretty, Louis! Did it make you feel sexy? Amy teased. "There's lots more to see, Louis, but first I'd like you to put on the outfit I got you." Carrie said sternly. "Please don't make me do that, Carrie. I'm so sorry..." "Stop right there, Louis. You know what we are going to see. You know these pictures could ruin you. I don't want that. You don't want that. I know that deep down you want us to see you in the pajamas. You might as well enjoy this Louis." Amy looked at me sweetly and said, "It's ok Louis, you'll see. It will be fun. You'll be like one of the girls when you're with us." "You won't be sorry, Louis." Eve reassured me. "Put on the pajamas." I was trapped and I knew it. It was what I'd been fantasizing about since I was in high school. Now however I was afraid. Afraid to loose control. Afraid to give them control. I could risk letting them ruin me or let them do who knows what." "Stand up Louis. Right now! On your feet girl!" Carrie was all business. "Now take off your shirt. You're wasting time Louis." I did as she demanded. I was standing there bare chested. "Now put the nightie on Louis." Carrie spoke slowly and calmly. I put the nightie on. I was standing there in a red nightie and tan slacks. "Now take off your shoes and socks." I did it. "That was easy. Wasn't it Louis?" "Yes ma'am." "Now it's time to take off your slacks Louis." I unbuckled my belt and stepped out of my slacks. The girls applauded. "You look very sexy Louis but there is one more item put on and to do that you'll have to take off those plain white briefs you're wearing." "You know you want to Louis." Amy observed. "Look at the nice little bulge you've got going in those nasty manties you're wearing. Don't you want to put on those sexy red lace panties and show off for us?" "I want to see you in those sexy panties Louis." Eve joined in giggling. "Do it...do it...do it..." They chanted as I took off my briefs and put on the panties. They were impossibly tiny, they barely held my balls and as hard as I tried there was no way to contain my cock which had grown to its full length. "Now let's see you model them for us Louis, you know, walk to the front door and back. When you walk, Louis, you need to take small steps and put one foot ahead of the other. That's it, perfect! Let your hips roll as you walk. Doesn't she look sexy, girls?" Amy and Eve agreed that I was doing a good job acting like a girl. "Very nice Louis, those panties are just perfect. Don't you think, Ladies? I hear the teakettle, Louis. Be a dear and go make the tea. We'll wait for the rest of the show." I went to the kitchen and prepared the tea. Carrie had a package of tea biscuits put out so I put them on a plate with the tea and took them to the living room. I gave each of the girls a cup and saucer and poured their tea. Carrie patted the couch between her and Amy, "Sit down, Louis, there is so much more to share with Amy and Eve." Let's see what else you've been doing, Louis, Carrie says you've been really naughty!" Amy said as she patted my bare thigh. "Here's Louis wearing one of my robes. In this one he's dusting my furniture. Now he's watching something on TV. Later he does something really nasty but we'll save that for later all right Louis?" Carrie reached over and squeezed my right breast. "Are you paying attention, Louis?" "Yes, ma'am." I answered softly. For the next hour Carrie made me watch while she showed her friends picture after picture of me in various stages of dress or undress. Finally there was a picture of me getting ready to jack-off on her coffee table. "Tell Amy and Eve what comes next, Louis." I hesitated. Carrie looked at me and in a very stern tone said, "Tell them, Louis." I was red as a beet. "We know what you are going to do, Louis." Eve giggled. "We just want to hear you say it." Amy added. "Tell us, Louis. Tell us so we can move on." I was so embarrassed I couldn't look them in the eye. "I'm going to jack-off." I admitted." "Was that really so hard, Louis? We know guys like to beat their meat. But now you know that we know. You are very lucky, Louis. You are going to do something that most guys can only dream about. Do you know what that is, Louis?" Before I could answer Carrie's question there was a knock at the door. Carrie went to the door; it was Mrs. Stewart the manager of the building. "Hi, Carrie." She said as she walked in before Carrie could stop her. "I got the strainer we ordered for your sink with the disposal." She seemed not to notice that I was wearing the red baby doll nightie and the rest of the girls were dressed in slacks and sweaters. She turned to Carrie. "Are you girls having a lingerie party? Why didn't you invite me?" She might have been in her fifties but she was still an attractive woman. She looked at me a second time. "What? Is that you, Louis? Carrie, why is Louis dressed like that? Those panties are way too small for him don't you think? "I can explain, Mrs. Stewart. This isn't a lingerie party. Louis was supposed to take care of Hook for me while was at my uncle's funeral but he got into my underwear and PJs and even wore some of them." "Is that true, Louis? She demanded. "Yes, ma'am. It's true." "So, I don't get it. What are you girls doing?" "We are punishing him for taking advantage of me." "By making him wear that nightie?" "Yes! We are trying to teach him a lesson." "I think he should be spanked. Whenever my mother caught my brothers doing something they shouldn't she would spank them on their bare butt! The last time she spanked my youngest brother he was twenty!" "That's a good idea, Mrs. Stewart." Eve giggled. She seemed to find this situation very amusing. Amy agreed. "Why don't you spank him first, Mrs. Stewart, since you thought of it. Eve can go second and I'll go third. Carrie can have the last crack at him." I tried to protest but they were determined. Carrie got a chair from the dining area and placed it in the middle of the living room. Mrs. Stewart sat down and asked Carrie for a towel for her lap. She looked right at me when she said; "Bad little boys sometimes loose control when they get spanked. I don't want you to make a mess on my slacks!" Carrie got a towel from her linen closet and gave it to Mrs. Stewart. "Come here, Louis. It's time to take your medicine! Stand right here." She pointed to the floor in front of her. As soon as I positioned myself where she wanted me she reached up with both hands and pulled my panties down to my knees! The girls just stared at my cock which was pointing nearly straight up. "I think Louis is having fun. Look at his dick! It's hard as a rock." Mrs. Stewart grabbed hold of my cock and pulled me to one side and then on to her lap. "How many spanks should I give him?" "How about five? One for each day he was playing with your underwear Carrie." Amy suggested. Eve agreed, "We should each give him five spanks." "Ok, Louis, hold on to the chair legs and don't let go. You'll get one extra swat for every time you let go. As I spank you I want you to count. When you've had five spanks you'll say 'thank-you,' is that clear?" "Yes, ma'am." She gave me the five spanks and I counted them just as she said I should. "You can stand up now." Mrs. Stewart pushed me off her lap. "Eve." She said, "why don't you walk him around a bit to let his butt cool down before you take your turn." Eve grabbed my arm but Mrs. Stewart stopped her. "Not like that, dear, lead him around by his dick! Boys will do just about anything for you when you have then by their dick!" Eve took her advice and grabbed hold. She made me walk around the dining room table twice and then took me back to the chair. She positioned the towel and pulled me a crossed her lap. "You know the rules, Louis, hold on and don't let go or else." She giggled. When she finished Amy was quick to pull me up and grab my dick. "Are you having fun, Louis? I am!" When Amy was done Carrie took her turn and when she was done my ass was beet red. Carrie made me stand up and she made me take off the PJs. I was totally naked. My cock was still jutting out and begging for release. "Go stand in the corner, Louis. Face the wall. I'm going to show Mrs. Stewart a little video." I could tell from their conversation that they were watching me jack-off. "It's not all that abnormal, girls. Boys sometimes play with themselves! In fact, Mr. Stewart and I have been married over thirty years now and one of the reasons is that he jacks off. When we were newlyweds he made love to me every night, sometimes twice on weekends. Still, one day I caught him jacking off in the shower. From that day forward, to this day even, I make him masturbate for me every morning. We only make love about twice a week now but he still jacks off for me and I think he likes to do it." "Then that's what Louis should do right now!" Amy exclaimed as she jumped up and grabbed my dick and pulled to the middle of the room. "You've been listening, Louis. You know what to do." I did know and although I tried to hide it I wanted to do it. I took hold of my cock and slowly stroked it. At first my eyes were closed as if in shame. But soon I was hearing comments. Things like "look how hard he's getting." Or, "the tip is so dark purple." Or, "I wonder if he will shoot as far as in the video." And, "you better get out of the line of fire if he does!" I opened my eyes and saw four women gazing at my cock. Watching me perform just for them; a live porno show. I took a deep breath, threw back my head and sighed as my cock spewed cum just for them! Mrs. Stewart broke the silence, "you liked that, Louis. Don't deny it. If you want to play again show us by putting your panties on and going back to your apartment in just your panties." Carrie's Pussy Back in the real world I walked out to her kitchen again, enjoying every step, feeling the lace against my skin, the knit top, the bra. It was intoxicating! I wanted a drink. I checked the frig. She had beer. Wine would have been better but beer would do. She had pint glasses in the cupboard. I got one and poured the beer. I took a quick swallow and leaving the beer on the counter went back to the bedroom. I stepped into the skirt. It almost fit but I couldn't close the waist, I was too fat. Or maybe it was just my male shape. I walked back and forth in front of her mirror. I would look so much better in heels. Dressed in Carrie's clothes I decided to do a little more exploring before giving in to my ultimate desire. I opened each of her dresser drawers. Underwear, stockings, sweaters and some blouses all neatly organized. Her closet was full of shirts and dresses and slacks. She had a dozen or more pairs of shoes none of which fit me. Her bathroom had the usual toiletries including bubble bath which I would be using later. The only thing of note was some kind of electric stimulator that I can only assume she used on her clit. There was no vibrator that I could find. If she used one she must have taken it with her. I looked at myself in the her mirror. I wanted to jack-off wearing her things but I knew that was a bad idea. I couldn't leave so much as a clue about what I was doing in her apartment. I carefully removed her clothes and put them back in the hamper. One by one each item went back in until the hamper was full and I was naked except for the collar, even the little elastic thing was back on the dressing table. I wondered. What would she think if she found out about my fetish? Would she attach a leash to the collar? Would she lead me around with it? Would I ever find a woman who would play this game with me and then fuck me senseless? I walked back to the living room with my cock pointing the way. I removed the collar and put it back on the end table. I needed someplace to cum. Someplace where I could clean it up and not make a stain. I turned the coffee table so that it was pointed at Carrie's flat screen. I got some paper towels from the kitchen and covered the coffee table and the floor on the far end, just in case. I went to her bathroom and found her jar of Vaseline. My cock was so tender I thought I might explode before I could get back to the coffee table. I straddled the coffee table and began pumping in earnest. I looked at my reflection in the black flat screen. I had teased myself for over four hours and now within seconds I would be spilling my seed all over my neighbors coffee table. I couldn't help myself. I had to do it. My cock swelled to the bursting point, an angry purple, veins throbbing, harder than I ever felt possible. Then the pain shooting through my cock just before the release, then again exquisite pleasure, another shot both landing on the far end of the coffee table. Then another. It felt so good. Balls clenched tight giving up their precious load one spurt at a time. I felt so good and so bad. Proud yet shamed. What would Carrie think if she were here? I didn't care. I wanted her to know. I wanted her to like it. I was afraid she would think I was perverted. A monster. Would she hate me? I'd never know, I'm too shy to admit to anyone what really turns me on. No matter. Not to worry. It was time for a bubble bath. A shampoo. Maybe some powder when finished. Maybe I'd wear her panties to go shopping. It would be a long weekend.