4 comments/ 12002 views/ 8 favorites Linger By: JukeboxEMCSA Vanessa woke into pleasure. She felt the sensation long before she was able to understand the cause-the slow, lingering heat gathering between her legs, and the whispering tingle in her nipples that made them tighten into stiff buds. She felt the fingers before she knew who they belonged to, circling in tiny strokes along her labia as her sleep-heavy limbs shifted to allow easier access. The slick and slippery touch of a mouth taking hold of her breast, sucking and flicking away at the long, stiff nipple with an expert tongue, was the first thing she felt consciously. Even then, none of it really connected. She felt warm and peaceful, and everything happening to her felt so good that Vanessa felt like she just wanted to float like this forever. Not waking, not sleeping, just drifting in between the two in a sleepy haze and letting the fingers slide into her pussy. Vanessa felt her breathing quicken as her hips began to roll slowly back and forth to meet the thrusting hand, but the arousal felt so delightfully drowsy that she couldn't imagine waking from it. She felt so sleepy and sexy as her lover's thumb brushed up against her clit with each gliding push of those wiggling fingers into her slick and dripping cunt. She felt that precise, expert mouth moving from one breast to the other, stimulating each nipple until they stood at attention and then flicking them with a free hand until Vanessa heard herself moaning. Vanessa clutched at the bedclothes as she felt her pulse begin to race. She was closer to orgasm than she'd realized; her lover must have been playing with her body long before she was consciously aware of it. She felt the moans turn to whimpers and the breaths become gasps as one finger became two inside her. Her eyelids fluttered as soft lips nuzzled all over her breasts, but it felt like she had forgotten how to open them. Every time she tried to remember, a pulse of pleasure surged up from her clit and she found herself utterly distracted by the sensation. Vanessa knew she was going to cum soon. She knew her lover was going to make her cum soon, drawing out the orgasm from her sleepy body, and she wanted that so much. She wanted to feel that bliss-it felt so hot, that compulsion, like her body belonged to the person caressing her and all her lover wanted to do was watch it shudder in ecstasy. She felt deliciously helpless, imprisoned by the growing heat and desire, shivering and shaking and panting and screaming and cumming so hard! Vanessa's hips arched and strained against her lover's fingers as she felt the orgasm blast through her body. And then it faded, slowly melting into a dreamy afterglow that threatened to send Vanessa right back into blissful slumber. She felt her lover's warm skin cradling her in a gentle embrace, and it felt so wonderfully soothing and relaxing that she didn't want to move a muscle. She just wanted to lie there with her eyes closed and let those soft, strong fingers caress her hip and melt her loose and sleepy mind even further with gentle touches. She heard Jana's voice whispering in her ear like old velvet wrapping around her drowsy thoughts. "Such a pretty little kitten," Jana said, her accent thick and unrecognizable. "Such a sweet and sleepy girl, melting in my arms. So relaxed now, kitten. Dreamy and drowsy, limp and lazy. Like a cat in the sunbeam now, too peaceful to move." Vanessa heard herself murmur affirmatively, and felt herself burrow back into the warmth of Jana's body. It was a purely instinctive reaction; her conscious mind was still swamped with sleep and sensual heat and post-coital bliss, barely even registering that it was her next-door neighbor talking. She didn't want to think about that just yet. She knew that if she thought about it she would wake up, and if she woke up then she wouldn't be able to stay here in this warm, happy place in her mind, and so it was just easier not to think about it. Not to think about anything. "That's right, my kitten," Jana said, kissing Vanessa at the base of the neck to punctuate her words. "Too sleepy to move, too drowsy to think." Vanessa felt Jana's body untangle from her own, and she whimpered softly in protest as the other woman rose from the bed. "Shh, kitten," Jana said, putting a finger to Vanessa's lips. "Lie in the sunbeam, my sweet. I will return soon." Vanessa rolled over towards Jana. Her eyelids fluttered halfway open, too sticky with sleep to complete the process. "I...I don't..." She struggled to find words to express her confusion. "Did we...?" Jana leaned down to kiss her deeply and passionately on the lips. Vanessa couldn't remember ever being kissed like that by a woman before, and yet it felt utterly familiar. She could feel her body relaxing into the embrace, as though the kiss was drugging her with its intensity. Her muscles went limp with relaxation, and all her thoughts scattered into dreamy acceptance. "We will talk later, kitten," Jana said. "After I shower, after you rest." She gazed deeply into Vanessa's eyes laid a hand possessively over her belly. "Rest for me now, sweet girl, and when I return I will answer all your questions." She nodded, and Vanessa found herself nodding right along. "Good girl," Jana said. She passed her hand over Vanessa's eyes, and Vanessa found them closing of their own accord. Then she heard Jana's footsteps padding away on the plush carpet and knew the other woman had left the room. Even then, it didn't feel like she was gone; Vanessa could still smell the other woman's perfume lingering on the bedclothes, a heady floral mix of roses and carnations mingling with... Vanessa's heartbeat quickened as she inhaled deeply. Underneath the perfume, Vanessa could smell the thick and heady scent of sex in the air. She could smell herself, still damp with arousal from the orgasm that had woken her, but more than that-every time she inhaled, she smelled the musk of another woman's cunt and knew that it was intimately familiar to her. Thinking about it was hard-the urge to curl up on the soft mattress like a sleepy kitten and bask in the afterglow pulled at her like a magnet-but Vanessa struggled to remember. But the harder she tried, the more it seemed to dissolve into a dream. It felt more like fantasy than reality, but Vanessa had never fantasized about other women. Had she? Vanessa heard the shower start in the next room. She pictured the water sluicing down Jana's full, rounded breasts, coursing into the crease of her thighs, matting her dark pubic hair into a damp tangle as she washed. Vanessa felt the confusion thicken in her mind as her pussy tingled with heat at the thought-she'd never thought about a woman like this, soap-slick and fingering herself in the shower, but at the same time she could feel phantom memories like ghostly whispers at the back of her mind reminding her of unrequited girl-crushes and lesbian masturbatory fantasies. Vanessa found her fingers drifting down between her thighs, unbidden. She knew there was something strange about all this, but she couldn't make sense of it. Every time she tried to piece together what happened last night, she found herself lost in a memory of Jana's storm-blue eyes holding her own in an inexorable grip. She couldn't remember what had brought her to her neighbor's apartment. She couldn't remember when exactly Jana's voice had transitioned from friendly conversation to a measured, hypnotic rhythm. She just remembered that lulling voice, that compelling gaze. Vanessa whimpered as her thighs clenched involuntarily around her fingers. Jana had done something to her. Vanessa realized that now, even as the sticky warmth between her thighs built to a slow, delicious heat. Vanessa wasn't sure exactly what-it was getting harder and harder to separate her memories from her fantasies as her arousal deepened, and even more difficult still to separate her fantasies from Jana's. Everything tangled together into a web of drowsy heat that felt as soft as a cobweb, but held her like a silken rope. All she could really wrap her head around was that if she stayed, Jana would return to find her here and fix her with that magnetic stare all over again. She didn't want that-at least, she thought she didn't want that. Or maybe she only thought she thought she didn't want that. Trying to untangle it in her head just made her dizzy. Whatever it meant, she could figure it out later, once she was back in her own apartment in her own bed. But whenever she tried to move, her limbs felt heavy with sleep and her pussy felt sticky with desire. She felt too deliciously comfortable to leave just yet. In a moment, she decided. In just a moment, she would get up and head back to her own apartment. She would lock the door, go to her own bed, and really think about what she'd done with Jana last night. Her thoughts would be so much clearer without Jana's perfume filling her lungs, permeating her mind with that thick floral scent. Vanessa nodded to herself, her eyes still tightly closed. She would definitely leave any moment now. She had time-the shower was still running, so Jana was almost certainly still lavishing attention on her soapy, full, heavy, pendulous tits. She was running a washcloth over them, tugging each long nipple to attention with her fingers, stimulating the aureolae into little pebbles as she washed herself clean. Vanessa had plenty of time before she stepped out of the shower, her skin soft and damp and smelling faintly of soap, and came back into the bedroom wearing nothing but a towel. But before she did, Vanessa would leave. She'd pull her hand away from her slick, dripping snatch and snap out of her reverie, and she'd leave. She would worry about her clothes later-the important thing was to get out of Jana's apartment before the other woman came back and confused Vanessa all over again. Vanessa was sure she could figure it all out if she just had a moment to herself-maybe she did like women after all, maybe she was ready to kneel between Jana's spread legs just like she'd always fantasized about, but she knew that she couldn't figure it out in here. Everything felt too good here. It was so easy to sink into a reverie of warmth and softness and comfort and let herself melt into the pleasure. That was why she needed to leave. That was why she needed to wake herself up, any second now, and go. She needed to stop masturbating, wake up out of this dreamy haze that lulled her into unquestioning acceptance, and leave. It was the only way to keep Jana from...from influencing her. Vanessa wasn't sure anymore just how much Jana had influenced her, not when all those lesbian fantasies swirled around in her mind like her fingers swirled on her clit, but she knew she couldn't think straight here. She couldn't resist lying in Jana's bed and jilling off. That was why she had to stop jilling off and get out of bed. She tried one more time to rise, but it was no good-she was too horny, she couldn't think straight. She needed to cum. Once she came, she'd be less distracted. Then she could leave. She just needed a good fuck to clear her mind and then she'd be able to get up. She had time. The water was still running. As long as the water was running, she could lie here masturbating. She had plenty of time. She rolled her nipples between her fingers with her free hand, first one then the other, feeling the pleasure build. She heard herself whimper Jana's name, but it felt too good to stop. She was so close now-her thumb strummed at her clit in a blur of arousal and she could hear her pussy squishing as her fingers pistoned in and out. Her hips bucked up and down instinctively, aching for release. She heard herself moan, imagined Jana hearing it in the shower as the other woman massaged her clit with the shower head and came again and again and again and again! Vanessa gasped in bliss as her orgasm hit. She heard the water shut off, but the sound seemed distant and unimportant-she was cresting from peak to peak, cumming over and over again as her fingers pumped helplessly into her cunt. She knew she had to leave and leave now, or Jana would find her and hypnotize her and brainwash her into a good little sex kitten, a mindless and blank and docile fucktoy, an obedient and horny slut, a helpless lesbian pussy-licker oh fuck that sounded so fucking hot oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck...Vanessa's thoughts dissolved into a puddle of ecstasy as she came. She didn't know how long it was before the orgasm finally melted into the warmth of afterglow. She didn't know how long it took her to collect her thoughts. She only knew that when she finally forced her eyes open, still unfocused and glassy with pleasure, Jana's eyes gazed right into them. "That's my good kitten," she purred out, her voice husky with arousal. "I'm so glad you decided to wait for me." She leaned in, her damp body pressing into Vanessa's. She wasn't wearing a towel. She wasn't wearing anything. "After all...we have so much to talk about." THE END Lingerie He walked by a quiet little shop, barely noticing it. As he passed a sign in the window boasting 'the perfect little shop for gifts' he knew he had to go in. His sister's wedding was coming up soon and he needed a gift He walked in and was utterly amazed. It was a sex shop, he walked into a sex shop, of all places. Just as he was about to groan, a sales lady appeared at his side. Great, now he had to explain we walked in here by mistake. He looked her over. Nice piece of work. She managed to look sexy and yet not appear slutty. In fact the entire store was like this. It wasn't the least bit sleazy, as are most sex shops. Maybe, just maybe . . . "Is there something I can help you with sir?" The question brought his mind back from his thoughts. He stammered for a few minutes. "You're nervous aren't you? Most people are when they realize they've stepped into a sex shop. I know it doesn't appear like one from the outside, I like it that way. Draws in more customers." "Uh yes, I uh can see, uh how that works then." "Can I help you with something?" "Actually I don't know. I only came in because I saw a sign that said it was a gift shop. I didn't realize what I'd be walking into." "We are a wonderful gift shop. And I know what you are probably thinking. That nothing here is suitable for a gift, unless it's your wife. But we do have more that just vibrators and dildos and fake pussy's. Although we do carry that too." His eyes shot open wide at the use of her language. She merely smiled at him and took him by the elbow. She led him to a stand of bottles. "Who are you needing this gift for?" "Uh my sister is getting married, it's for her." "See all these little bottles here." He nodded. "A great gift for anyone, massage oil, aromatherapy oils, we also have candles and things like that." She led him over to a rack of clothes. "Here are some of the nicer pieces. We do carry the naughty ones too, but for a sibling these are more appropriate." She directed his attention to a table utterly littered with items. "We have lover's dice, sex coupons, romance coupons, discount coupons for my store. Usually very popular for family gifts is romantic coupons, less embarrassing if opened in front of an audience." He nodded and she smiled. Boy is this guy sexy she thought. I hope he buys something. I could really use the business. "What size are you miss?" "Pardon me?" "I know you probably hear this a lot but, what size are you?" "I'm a size 16. Wide but not fat. Very trim I must say." "You hear this a lot I must think, but my sister is a 15 last I heard." "Actually what I get is, 'you look about the size of my wife' " she said it in a very nasally voice. They both laughed. "But you, I believe. You look honest and I've never been a half size bigger than a sister. If you're lying to me though . . . " "Not ma'am. I would'nt lie to you now. It's generally not something I do or enjoy doing for that matter. To easy to get caught up in your own web if you ask me." He gave her a sincere smile. She giggled and said, "okay, tell me what her taste is like. And his if you know him." "Sounds good to me. She always wears pink, always has too. She doesn't like things that tickle her nose, hates champagne. He's all business around people, suits and ties and all that." "I think I have a few things that will be perfect. I can even model them for you if you like." She gave him a seductive smile and he smiled a little uneasily. "Uh, yes, that will be fine." She stalked away and swung her hips provocatively. He stared after her retreating back and cocked his head at an angle. Maybe this shop isn't so bad after all. This could prove to be interesting. She came back in a short pink sheer dress. She stood before him and he sat down. She twirled a few times slowly. "Mmm, I don't know." She touched his shoulder, smiled and walked away. She came back in a pink spandex one piece shortset that had the most intimate parts cut out of it. He smiled and put his fingers to his chin, "Perhaps, but I don't think my sister would like that to fall from a box in front of our mother." She patted his hand, "no, I suppose not, but it was pink." "It is definately pink. Do you have anything less, revealing, perhaps?" "I think I have just the thing." She gave her hips an extra wiggle as she walked back to the dressing room to change. She had a few more outfits ready that she hung on the hook. She came out wearing pink and black halter style one piece swimsuit. "This outfit also works well as a workout suit for the gym or aerobics. Sexy and functional." As she said this last she rubbed her leg against his knee and trailed her fingers lightly over his shoulder. She went into the changeroom again. He sat there and looked after her with a puzzled look on his face. Slowly his look turned into a smile. So this was the way she wants to play, being single is so fun sometimes, he thought. Next was a swimsuit style also, only with a choker collar on it and sheer except of the interesting pieces of her anatomy. She sauntered over to him and twirled around, ensuring that she brushed up against him occasionally. He said nothing and let her walk away with only a nod. She shrugged and wandered back into the changeroom. This time he got up and walked slowly after her. He stepped in behind her quietly. She had her hands at the back of her neck and was attempting to release the catch of her collar. "Let me help you with that my dear," he whispered in her ear. She jerked and giggled at her own reaction. He smiled and released the catch. The garment dropped to just below her breasts. His hands came up underneath them and he held their weight for long moments while he nibbled and licked her neck. She sighed and he knew that she wanted this as much as he did. She pressed back into him and felt him harden. She smiled at this and began to turn around so she could face him. He held her just there not letting her move. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back against his chest. He held her for several minutes just stroking her torso lightly with his finger tips. he put his hands on her sides and slid the lingerie down her sweet flesh and let it pool at her feet. She stepped out of it and turned to him. She took a step back and held out her hands, "Tell me, is this more what you had in mind?" "Yes, as a matter of fact it was. Smart lady." They both smiled and he pulled her against him. She felt him pressing against her. And she enjoyed it immensely. She lifted up on her toes and rubbed up and down his shaft. He moaned and she began nibbling his neck. He set her aside and slowly stripped off his own clothing. He stood naked before her and smiled. "Isn't that much better?" She nodded and pressed herself against him. He lifted her off her feet and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He entered her swiftly. He pressed her back against the wall and thrust himself into her powerfully. She moaned and writhed and murmured in his ear. The ouder she got the faster he moved until he brought them both to fever pitch. She bit into his shoulder trying to smother her orgasmic screams. This only served to send him over the edge. He thrust into her for one last time and grunted into her hair. She gasped and once he expended himself he let her slowly slide down until her feet hit the floor. She stared at him with a lopsided smile on her face and he grinned. "Don't worry little dear. I took a few quick seconds to protect you while you weren't looking." She looked down in amazement to find he was indeed wearing a condom. He turned her around and pushed her back so she was leaning over with her hands on the wall. He slid his hand down her folds and found that she was indeed still hot and wet. Just waiting for round two. He didn't want her to be disappointed. This time he spent several minutes sliding himself along her crease. Only when she begged did he push himself into her. He latched onto her lush hips and pumped himself furiously into her hot little pussy. She couldn't control it this time. She pushed back against him and moaned widly. He waited until she was screaming, then pulled out. She whined and he smiled. He dropped to his knees and used his tongue where his manhood had just been. It didn't take long at all to bring her back to fever pitch. When he withdrew and she whimpered he just chuckled. He thrust into her and brought her to a shattering orgasm. He grunted and kept thrusting. Only when she almost collapsed did he allow himself the pleasure of orgasm. He held her hips to him until he was spent. Sweat covered them both and they collapsed to the floor. After a long while he began to stir. He got to his feet and slowly began to dress. She smiledup at him and he helped her to her feet. He kissed her lips hard and fast. He bent and passed her the clothes she was wearing when he came in. Silently they both dressed both reveling in the experience. He looked at her and said he'd take the aerobics suit as his sister liked to stay in shape. She wrapped it up and handed it to him. As he left she felt something poking her. She reached into her pocket and found a business card. On the back it had his name and his home phone number, and the words call me sometime. She smiled to herself and slid the card back into her pocket. Lingerie & Dildoes Last night was so incredible; I just have to share the story with someone. Let me tell you a little about myself. My name is Jessica. I'm 27 years old, 5'7" with 36C breasts and long blonde hair. You see, last night was date night with my good friend Cindy. We met a few months ago and hit it off right away. I got home from work extra early so that I could relax and prepare for our big night in at a leisurely pace. It wasn't quite dusk out as I pulled into my driveway. I tidied up around the house a bit first- distracting myself with random chores. The anticipation of my dates with Cindy gets me so excited that I'm almost reluctant to actually start the process of getting ready. When I could make no more excuses, I walked down the sun-lit hallway to my bedroom. I began to disrobe. A tasteful string of pearls and matching earrings went on the antique dresser; my conservative work skirt-suit went back up on a hanger in my walk-in closet. Underneath I was wearing a sexy little black lace bra and thong set. It was mildly scandalous for the office, but nothing compared to the outfit I would surprise Cindy in just a few hours later. I opened the faucet to begin drawing a bath before sitting down at the bathroom vanity to give myself a quick mani-pedi. The pale pink polish I had applied the weekend before had already started to chip around the edges despite daily touch-up coats. Nail polish remover finished the job that my active work life had started as I wiped away any trace of color. I evened out a few rough edges with a nail file until I had a perfect set of ¼ inch long talons. Sometimes when I wear a French manicure in the summer, I grow my nails out a bit longer and square them off. But my favorite look is when they're that perfect oval shape that I have right now. There's just something so feminine about the classically curved look. I painted my nails a deep, pearlescent red. By the time my bath was ready, I had a perfect sexy red manicure and pedicure. It made me wet imagining how my cute little toenails would look in a pair of sheer black stockings later that night. Cindy and I had agreed to a no-sex rule the day leading up to our dates. She said the built-up anticipation made me into an even more wanton slut than normal. As if she's one to talk! But, being a lady of my word, I behaved. Thus, I spent the entire ten minute bath trying desperately not to yield to temptation and fingerfuck myself into oblivion. My entire body shivered in anticipation at the simple touch of my washcloth as it dragged across an already erect nipple. I lightly fingered the soft folds of my pussy, but stopped short of rubbing my aching clit; all my self-control would fly out the window if I got myself started. After quickly toweling off, I took my time massaging lotion and moisturizer into my still-damp skin. When I was done, every inch of my body was invitingly soft to the touch and imbued with a sweet, flowery fragrance. Padding barefoot across the carpeted bedroom floor to my closet, I slipped into a short, pink silk dressing robe and retrieved two bulky traincases from the deepest corner. As I turned sideways to navigate the door, I was careful to hold the containers away from my body lest their rough sides scrape my soft, delicate skin. Setting them gently on the lowered bathroom counter, I unlatched the metal clasps and opened them both as the neatly folded trays and compartments blossomed like the petals of twin flowers. As I did so, the heady scent of powders, pencils, mascaras, and all sorts of other goodies washed over me in a wave. I just sat there for a second with my eyes closed as I took it all in. I keep my daily makeup on my counter of course. It's just that I'd never get any work done at the office with five shades of emerald green eyeshadow, smoky eyeliner, and fuchsia lipstick on. I could feel myself getting a little wet as my eyes roamed over endless trays powder and tubes of color. It's liberating to be able express my inner slut after having to keep it locked down most of the day. Almost giddy in anticipation, I picked a bottle of liquid foundation off of the topmost tray and got to work. A wide synthetic brush tickled my skin as I applied a smooth layer of the liquid to my face. The base color blended flawlessly with my natural skin tone while small pearlescent additives gave my skin a subtle sparkle. I set the results with a light dusting of powder before contemplating which products I would use to enhance my grey/blue eyes. I have to admit- when it comes to eye makeup, I'm a sucker for the heavy, slutty look that I see on the pornstars that Cindy and I occasionally invite into our bedroom via the DVD player. But without being immodest, I think I'm skilled enough with the brush to keep the look subtle and sexy rather than ending up looking like an over-the-top street walker as the pornstars in some of the cheaper videos do. In the end, I opted for a deep, sapphire blue smoky eye look. I retrieved the second of my four large eyeshadow palettes; this one contained 32 subtly different shades of blues and greens. I smiled like a little girl in a candy store at the sight of the beautiful pressed powders. Alongside the palette went a pair of mascaras, two soft kohl eyeliner pencils and a tray of gel eyeliners in various colors. A thin layer of eyeshadow base gave me a clean canvas from my lashline to my brows. I spent the next ten minutes wielding a half dozen brushes like a master artist- patting, sweeping, and blending the fading shades of blue onto my lids in a way that made my already stunning eyes pop. A thick line of smudged black eyeliner and a fabulous set of false lashes completed the look. When I was done, I turned my head to the side and batted my eyes as I examined my handiwork in the magnified makeup mirror. Jewel blue highlights on the center of my lids faded to pearlescent deep navy and black shadows in the corners and creases. The blue faded gradually up to an ivory highlight color and thin, perfectly arched brows. Feathery false lashes blended flawlessly with my own and gave me a wide, doe-eyed look. Cindy wouldn't stand a chance I thought with a grin. Using a few tricks I had picked up in my modeling days, I brushed on a tan-colored contour powder- slimming my nose and accenting my already sculpted cheekbones. At first, I only applied a subtle dusting of light pink blush to the apples of my cheeks. But examining my face in the mirror, I decided that it made me look too young and innocent; tonight was all about sultry drama. A second application of a dark rose shade fixed that. I brushed it into the hollows of my cheeks with the enthusiasm of a woman who knew how sexy the 'whore' look could be if you knew what you were doing. I always saved my lips for last; the ultimate image of femininity in my mind was a sexy young thing bending over a bathroom counter, touching up her lipstick. Of course, in my imagination, her lips needed touching up in the first place because she had just finished an energetic cocksucking session! My idea of a good fairy tale had always been less Snow White, and more Debbie Does Dallas. With that happy thought, I selected a creamy pencil in a pale pink and carefully lined my lips- extending the color ever so slightly outside of my natural lip line. Then came a frosty, bubble-gum pink lipstick that gave me the super-pornstar look I was going for. Two coats, separated by a careful blotting job in between made sure that the color was extra deep and sparkly. I topped it all off with a thick application of MAC lipglass. The sticky gloss left a layer of shine so deep, it looked like I already had cum on my lips! My half-hour makeup routine had conveniently allowed the hot rollers piled in my blonde locks to cool to a lukewarm temperature. I methodically removed the plastic appliances one by one- careful to unwind my long luxurious locks without twisting the curls. Armed with a wirehair brush and a can of hairspray, I set to work on achieving the big, sexy look I wanted. I teased my roots until it felt like my arm would fall off and emptied half the can until a thick, noxious scent of hair spray filled the bathroom- but it was all worth it. My golden tresses fell in long, loose curls to the middle of my back- perfectly framing my made-up face. Satisfied at my transformation, shed the dressing robe- tossing it on the bed as I walked into my closet. I faced the corner that housed my extensive lingerie collection and put my hands on my hips- deciding what to wear. Even when Cindy and I aren't having a BDSM night, we still alternate the dom role. White felt appropriate for my sub role tonight, so I reluctantly dropped the wicked black leather corset I had been fingering and moved to the other side of my color-coded wardrobe. A long ivory negligee caught my eye as I browsed the collection; delicate lace cups gave way to what seemed like an acre of slippery satin. The presence of two long slits up to crotch height ensured easy access and solidified my choice. I selected a complementary deep lace paneled garter belt, and a pair of ruffled crotchless panties to wear underneath. A pair of shimmery seamed stockings with a deep lace top and pair of five inch fuck-me pumps completed the look. I carried my choices to the bed and leisurely dressed myself for the night's festivities. The garterbelt went on first- its six metal clasps dangling invitingly. I smoothed on the stockings next and slipped each of the garters into place. I guess it's a sign of my growing lingerie addiction that the rear garters, which had once been such a pain to attach, hardly gave me any trouble lately. I next slipped into the panties- carefully aligning the slit with my own moist opening. I stepped into the silky gown and slipped my nylon-covered feet into the heels. A four-stranded pearl choker and silver hoop earrings completed the look. My reflection in the mirror was a study in contrasts; the makeup and hair of a practiced slut was juxtaposed with downright virginal looking lingerie. If virgins wore garter belts and five-inch heels that is. I walked out to the living room and poured myself a glass of wine before settling back on the couch to wait. A few minutes past nine, I heard the unmistakable sound of a car's engine coming up my driveway. Giddy with anticipation, it was all I could do not to sprint to the door. Even so, I had gotten within a few feet of my front door by the time the doorbell rang. My hand was just turning the knob when Cindy's voice rang out. "No peeking baby! Close your eyes and take five steps back once you open the door." I followed her commands- unlocking and opening the door a crack before retreating a bit unsteadily on my stiletto heels with my eyes closed. I heard the sexy click of Cindy's own heels as she entered the marble entryway. I heard and felt the door close behind her as the click of the lock coincided with the end of the cool breeze against my nylon-covered ankles. "Okay darling, you can take a peek now," she intoned with a hint of naughty delight. Cindy was just tossing her trench coat to the floor as I got my first glimpse of her. My first thought was that the trench coat had been a good idea; she would have gotten arrested and/or raped if she'd driven over in the outfit underneath. I could just make out the hint of a French pedicure through the opening of her five inch black leather peep toe heels. The black sheer stockings encasing her legs were held up by garters attached to a heavily boned satin corset. Cindy's magnificent breasts were left on full display by the shelf bra she'd worn with the underbust corset. A rhinestone choker and matching dangling earrings framed her beautiful face. Smokey plum eyeshadow and deep crimson lips gave her a look of raw sexual energy. In short, my pussy started leaking enough juice to float a battleship. And that was before I'd examined the centerpiece of her entire outfit: a massive silicone strap-on jutting obscenely from her crotch. Cindy's fake cock was coated with a sheen of lube that she had thoughtfully applied before her grand entrance. I was absolutely entranced by the dancing reflections of the soft mood lighting that played across the dildo's wet surface as she seductively crossed the room- hips swaying and heels clicking all the while. She didn't even break stride as she closed the last few feet and embraced me with a deep, passionate kiss. The feeling of our glossy lips sliding across each other as our tongues met was so sexy. I could feel my wetness soaking the folds of my crotchless panties as Cindy mashed her breasts against mine through layers of satin and lace. The whole scene was so hot that I could barely contain myself. I certainly wasn't going to wait around for us to engage in any more polite foreplay. I broke our liplock and flashed Cindy a wicked smile as I beckoned her to follow with the glossy red nail of my index finger. Our sexy fuck-me heels echoed in unison across the tile floor as I led her down the hallway to the master bedroom. I stepped aside as she crossed the threshold and closed the door behind her with an audible click. She turned with a start at the noise, but her concern melted into a smile as she saw me standing there in a seductive pose, my hands resting on my ample, lifted bosom. "What a little whore you are," Cindy playfully teased with her hands on her hips. "You couldn't even wait five minutes before dragging me to bed." "I'm not a whore, I'm a slut," I replied in mock disapproval. "And you should know that when we sluts see a nice, hard cock, we don't fuck around." That earned a giggle from Cindy as I walked up to her and caressed her exposed breasts. As nice as her 38Ds were, my hands didn't linger long- I was on a mission. My fingers traced the delicate floral lace pattern that covered the midriff of her corset- following the narrowing steel boning down her torso all the way until it flared out at her womanly hips. As I slid my hands between her garter straps and smooth, creamy thighs, I sank to my knees and felt the deep, plush carpet through the wispy layer of nylon stockings. As I sat back on my heels, her fake cock was at the perfect height- lined up just inches away from my bubblegum pink lips. The first time Cindy had ever worn the 10-inch monster, I had been deathly afraid of it. I had limited myself to licking the head and stroking the shaft with my hand for almost half an hour before we had tried the fast, sloppy blowjob style that I could perform on her old six-inch dildo with impunity. Over the course of our last three dates though, I had grown more comfortable with blowing her larger phallus- progressing from a tentative, virgin-style blowjob to deep throating and everything in between. Tonight, I finally felt ready to play rough. I wanted to take Cindy by surprise and show her who really owned that cock! In one smooth motion, I grabbed her ass cheeks in both hands and pulled her hips toward my face as I leaned my head back and opened my throat as widely as I could. The tip of my tongue hung just over my pouty lower lip as the head of her dildo passed into my mouth. I was thankful for Cindy's preapplied lube as the first few inches of the silicone penis slid smoothly across my tongue. When the thick head reached the back of my throat, I forced my throat open as wide as I could and dug my painted nails into Cindy's ass cheeks- pulling with all my might. With a muted pop, the faux dick slid into my throat and my lips wrapped tightly around the base of the dildo and its silicone balls. All told, my sword swallowing impression had taken barely a second. I looked up into Cindy's shocked eyes. "Oh my god Jessica. How the hell did you fit that monster down your throat that easily?" Cindy's lips formed into a sexy 'O' shape as she tweaked her own nipples- her eyes never straying from mine. "Shit Jess- you have no idea how sexy you look right now. You look like such a fucking slut with my dick balls-deep in your throat..." Inwardly beaming at my successful job impressing the sexually jaded Cindy, I pulled off the faux cock and began laving the long shaft with my tongue as I locked my eyes on hers in a smoldering gaze. I lazily popped the head in and out of my mouth- letting the head bulge against the inside of my cheek in a life-imitating-art mimic of the universal pantomime for cocksucking. I was careful to rub and tug the dildo just a little bit harder than I'd ever treat a real cock; every subtle motion was being transmitted down the length of the strap-on straight to my lover's snatch. Cindy responded to my manual stimulation. She continued to roll her left nipple between her forefinger and thumb as her right hand moved down to stroke her clit- exposed through a conveniently designed hole in the strap-on harness. When she had settled into a gentle, but insistent rhythm, I took her into my mouth once more and began to bob my head up and down. My long blonde hair swirled around my face as I performed oral on the silicone penis jutting out of Cindy's crotch. I brushed a few loose locks back from my face- allowing my hoop earrings to move freely and sound out a delightfully naughty jingle in time to my blowjob. "God Jess, you're gonna make me cum. On your knees in that little whore outfit sucking my thick cock..." I really get off on Cindy's dirty talk, and I soaked my panties until they were dripping wet as she called me every dirty name in the book- cumslut, cocksucking bitch, jizz-addicted whore. Eventually she trailed off into a series of sexy moans as her long pink nails began stroking her clit faster and faster. "Oh Fuck! I'm cumming baby! Take my jizz in your mouth!" As she climaxed, Cindy took her left hand away from her nipple and gently squeezed the balls of the strap-on, releasing a few shots of the semen substitute stored within through the cockhead buried deep in my throat. Not wanting to waste my girlfriend's "cumshot", I hurriedly pulled back off of the dildo until only the head was trapped within my mouth. The quick movement jostled the other end of the dildo buried in Cindy's quim and set off another round of pleasure for my beautiful lover. As the wave of pleasure washed over her, Cindy's hand clamped down a bit too hard on the dildo's balls and a second, massive shot of fake semen erupted from the strap-on. Even for a practiced cocksucker like me, it was a bit much; a trickle of the realistically textured jizz escaped out of the corner of my painted mouth. Cindy's reaction to this wasn't long in coming. The visual of her slutty girlfriend down on her knees, with a massive dick protruding from her mouth and stringy white cum leaking from her lips set off a third small orgasm. Cindy's knees buckled and she braced her hands on my shoulders as her delicate, stocking-encased ankles wobbled atop her five-inch heels. It took Cindy ten long seconds to gather herself. As she recovered, I took her hands from my shoulders and guided her down until she was laid out on the floor beside me. I brushed a lock of blonde hair away from her sweaty, glowing face and leaned over to kiss her. As we embraced, I pursed my lips and let a small dollop of cum escape my mouth and land in hers. She smiled in exhausted delight at the slimy taste of the fake jizz and leaned up for more. I gathered up my hair and held it away from our faces as I more aggressively pushed my cum-soaked tongue into her mouth and transferred the salty reward I had milked from her cock. We lay there for a few minutes, sloppily transferring our sexy drink back and forth. When Cindy had gotten a bit of her strength back, she swallowed her half of the cum and I did the same before we shared one last clean-up kiss. I know it's just fake cum, but my pussy still gets a little wet when I feel the realistic faux semen sliding down my throat. I guess I'm such a slut that even fake splooge turns me on! Lingerie & Dildoes "That was wonderful Jessica," Cindy whispered into my ear as we spooned on the floor. "Are you ready for your turn my sexy little princess?" Cindy reached her arm around my waist and began gently stroking my mound. She took it slow, avoiding my clit and instead playing with the now soaked chiffon ruffle of my panties. The delicate white material slid across my skin as Cindy gently stroked it back and forth across my pussy lips. I leaned back over my shoulder to kiss her as my own hands sought to enhance the pleasure she was now giving me. I rolled and pulled my erect nipples as our lips toyed with each other and her fingers made their first, tentative contact with my clit. As her gentle stroking intensified, I reached down and parted the folds of the crotchless panties to expose my cunt. The cool air felt good on my pussy lips as I inserted two slender fingers into my own snatch. We established a smooth rythym- alternating her strokes across my love button with my own deep, penetrating finger banging motion. But as good as my fingers felt, let's face it, I'm a size queen. I was so horny at the thought of Cindy's huge prick stuffing my pussy that I was leaking my juices all over the place. Cindy must have sensed it too, because she broke our kiss and asked me, "Are you ready for a good fucking lover?" I just smiled and nodded at her. She returned my enthusiastic smile with a sexy little grin before turning nasty again and sneering, "well spread those legs bitch, I'm going to bury this cock in you so deep that you won't walk straight for a week!" We disentangled ourselves and Cindy moved to a kneeling position between my legs. I extended my legs straight up and out in a 'V' shape and grabbed my own ankles as I played along with her sexy talk. "I've been such a bad girl. I need to be punished with a thick, hard cock," I pouted. "Bury that fucking rod in my slutty little pussy." Cindy used one hand to spread the opening of my crotchless panties and the other to line up her massive dick with my pussy lips. We shared a long, loving look. I nodded my head and licked my lips sexily. She smiled sweetly. Without warning Cindy drove her hips forward and buried all 8-inches in my cunt. The sharp slap of her thighs against my ass cheeks echoed across the room. The shock drove the air from my lungs. But just as quickly, I felt the divinely erotic sensation that only comes from having a massive penis- whether it's flesh or silicone- filling up my pussy. I moaned with pleasure and egged her on, "Oh fuck yeah Cindy, that's it. Your cock feels so good inside of me. Fuck me just like that." She grabbed me by the hips- her hands firmly gripping me through the slippery silk negligee- and pulled the strap-on out until just the head was inside of me. "Is that what my sexy little whore likes? You like this big dick inside your pretty pussy?" She slammed the dildo back into me almost as violently as the first time. I closed my eyes and screwed up my face in a mask of unbridled pleasure as the feeling of her hard fucking washed over me. "Yeah, sluts like you crave dick, don't you baby. I'll bet you cum just from the feeling of my hard-on inside you." Cindy began fucking me more quickly now. She built up a steady rhythm- punctuated by her constant stream of erotic talk and the sharp sound of her cock bottoming out against my ass cheeks. "I wish you could see yourself right now Jess- you look so fucking hot. Your painted nails against your creamy white stockings, the garter straps digging into your ass with every thrust. I always knew you were a slut for cock baby, but you look like the sexiest bitch on the planet with my dick slinging out of your tight little cunt." I could only moan in reply as the feeling of her powerful strokes overwhelmed me. Each thrust brought a new wave of pleasure as her strap-on pierced me over and over. As we rocked back and forth, the lace of my negligee cups was sliding back and forth over my erect nipples. They were absolutely on fire as Cindy relentlessly fucked me. Desperate for relief, I released my ankles- bringing my legs together and letting them come to rest on Cindy's shoulders. My hands flew to my poor nipples- quickly gathering the offending lace cups underneath my bouncing bosom. I would have given anything for the nipple clamps fifteen feet away in my closet drawer. My fingers would just have to do as I kneaded my tits in both hands and pinched my nipples so hard I thought they would burst. I was in sheer heaven for the next few minutes. I can remember every little detail of the moments leading up to my massive orgasm: the feeling of Cindy's soft blonde hair brushing against my stockinged ankles as I rested my legs against her, the slippery movement of the satin negligee against the sensitive skin of my torso, the smell of our perfume mingling with two sets of girl cum and lube. But most of all, I remember the look in Cindy's eyes as she met my gaze. Sometimes, when we "make love," I can see a look of tenderness and love in her eyes; but not that night. That night, we were fucking- pure and simple. The passion in Cindy's expression was pure lust and sexual hunger. I was her little fuck toy- a primped and painted plaything that existed only to take her cock. The thought of being her sex slave made me horny beyond belief. Even a fuck slut like Cindy has limits to her endurance. I could tell that the double ended dildo was doing its job as her thrusts became more and more erratic. "Mmm, you're such a hot fuck you little slut," Cindy whined. "I'm gonna cum so hard Jess. Get ready baby," she continued in halting gasps. I let the orgasm that had been building inside of me reach the point of no return just as Cindy buried her cock in me with one last thrust. We both convulsed violently as orgasmic pleasure racked our bodies. Cindy had the presence of mind to grind her mound against mine- squishing the fake balls of her dildo between us and releasing a torrent of cum into my pussy. I love it when a man shoots his load deep in my snatch, and Cindy's cock was close enough. The warm cum splashed against the walls of my cunt and with my depths filled up with fake dick, immediately began leaking out of my slit. The erotic wetness felt so good and so slutty. I retreated into my own mind and realized what a horny bitch I was. The vision of Cindy climaxing between my legs triggered another mini-orgasm. She was the picture of slutty perfection with her black lace lingerie and carefully cultivated whorish look. I rolled my head to the side and saw a sight in the floor to ceiling mirror that took my breath away. My beautiful Cindy was in the throes of a massive orgasm- her eyes clenched tightly shut as her body bucked and shuddered violently and uncontrollably. Her hands grasped my hips in a death grip- the deep red nails looking like sparkling jewels against my white satin outfit. But little narcissist that I am, what really got my juices gushing was my spread eagled body writhing beneath Cindy's. My ivory white lingerie contrasted severely with Cind's jet-black ensemble. The glint of 5" metal spike heels blended gracefully into my white satin-covered pumps. Tiny particles of Lurex embedded in my stockings gave my shapely legs a sparkling sheen as they gave way to first a deep lace top, and then my creamy smooth thighs. My eyes traced the garter strap running along my hip until it disappeared into a tangle of satin and lace trim from my hiked-up negligee. The slippery satin nightdress was bunched from both sides for access to my sopping pussy at one end and firm breasts at the other. My pearl choker was askew from the ragging Cindy had just given me. But you'd be hard pressed to tell from the contented smile on my face. In my post-coital glow, I marveled at how the deep eyeshadow, shiny lipstick, and tousled 'just-fucked' hairdo could completely transform my appearance from a few short hours earlier. As Cindy slowly regained control after her draining cum, she lowered her body onto mine and tenderly nibbled on my lips. She brushed back a stray lock of hair from my face and gave me a sweet little smile. While she appeared to be temporarily back in loving girlfriend mode, I knew the little minx too well. Two orgasms are hardly enough for the insatiable little slut, and as her desire grew, she would again yield to her animal passions and find a new, inventive way to forcefully fuck me. Just the thought of her in 'bitch' mode made me hot. To speed things along, I reached down and began slowly stroking the surrogate cock that still protruded obscenely from her crotch. The custom harness was strapped securely enough to let my lover fuck me as vigorously as she wanted to, but there was still enough stretch in the fabric to let me slowly work the other end of the dildo in and out of her quim in short strokes. It didn't take long for me to tell that I was having the desired effect. Cindy's soft kisses gave way to lip biting and tongue play as she insistently ground her hips back against my handjob. "You like it when I stroke your cock baby?" I cooed at her. "Tell me how good my hand feels on that fuckstick between your legs." "You know exactly how this feels you nasty little whore," she passionately growled at me through teeth clenched against the pleasure overwhelming her body. "I'm going to teach you a lesson with this cock, you tease." "Well I'm waiting lover. You know, I'm OK with this 'lovemaking' stuff, but one of these days, I'd like you to actually fuck me hard," I replied with a bored sigh. It's a good thing we don't play cards, because I know all the right buttons to push with Cindy. Even though we were both role-playing, I know that insulting her fucking is a surefire way to get my baby to just pound the shit out of me. "That's it bitch, enough of this face to face shit. Flip over and spread that dirty cunt of yours. I'm going to shove this dick so far up your twat, that you'll taste it at the back of your throat," she ordered. "I'm sorry, I meant taste it again at the back of your throat," she added with a sexy smirk. She couldn't see my ear-to-ear grin as I rolled over as commanded. I drew up my knees and positioned myself on all fours at the edge of the bed. I flipped my hair to one side and licked my lips in anticipation of what was to come. The firm smack on my ass cheek took me by surprise. But pain gave way to pleasure as Cindy alternately kneaded and struck my firm bubble butt. "What a nasty slut I'm going out with- her pussy gets wet just at the thought of being plowed doggy style," she mockingly tsk-tsked. Cindy grabbed a handful of hair and pulled my head back sharply before whispering softly in my ear, "Here it comes baby. Twelve inches of cock for your poor aching pussy..." With my gently curled locks still firmly in her grasp, Cind brushed the head of her silicone monster against my dripping pussy lips. She teasingly rubbed the head against my slit, getting me so hot, I thought I would explode. It was such a relief when the first few inches slowly slid into my cunt. I could feel my insides slowly parting for the mammoth tool as Cindy slowly worked it in and out. I could tell she was teasing me as she slipped her dick inside me at a glacial pace. She was so subtle that I only realized she was completely inside me when I felt the warm flesh of her thighs press against my cheeks. My long awaited fucking was finally at hand though, as Cindy took the hand not holding my head back and placed it on the small of my back. Like a symphony conductor, she guided my hips as her cock worked slowly in and out of my pussy. I loved the dominating feel of the gentle tug at my hair as she stroked in and out of me at a leisurely pace. I moaned out loud at the building pleasure in my body even as I begged her for more. "Ohh fuck baby! That feels so good. You've got me so wet Cindy, please just fuck me. I need it so bad," I whined. I glanced over at the mirror and caught her triumphant smile. "I knew a hot cumslut like you couldn't wait for it. Tell me what you want lover. I want to hear it," she gloated. "God, I want you to fuck me harder Cind," I begged. "Fuck me faster with that big dick and make me cum!" Almost as soon as the words were out of my mouth, Cindy picked up the pace and began sawing her dick in and out of my slit more forcefully. The slap of her thighs against my ass cheeks rang out as her strokes became harder and deeper. At some point, she released my hair and used both hands on my hips to pound into my poor, abused cunt. I grasped the cool satin sheets in my hands, hanging on for dear life as my lover mercilessly fucked me from behind. As my orgasm grew, I timed Cindy's thrusts until I was slamming my hips back at her cock in time with her own thrusts. After a few minutes of uncontrolled fucking, I finally lost control. "Fuck yes I'm cumming!" I screamed. "Pound my cunt you big-cocked slut. Fuck your whored-out girlfriend with that dick!" Through it all, Cindy never let up her pace. I embraced one long continuous climax as the wonderful feeling of her dildo never left me. Finally, when I was reduced to a quivering, mumbling pile of flesh, Cindy slowly eased off. "You're not getting off that easy Jess. I still haven't cum. You want to be a good girlfriend and make sure I cum, don't you?" she teased. "Well, that stretched out pussy just isn't tight enough to get me off anymore. You really shouldn't have taken so many cocks in that thing," she giggled. My eyes shot open in delight as I realized what she meant. "I hope you lubed up like a good little whore..." she gleefully trailed off. She knows full well of course, that every time we have a date, I use a douche nozzle and shoot a good quantity of lube up my ass. So it was with no fear that I felt the tip of her dildo probing against my puckered rosebud. Wanting to enjoy every second of the experience, I shifted position onto my belly. I reached back and grasped the stiletto heels of my pumps in each hand. This position has always seemed deliciously naughty to me. Wearing heels to bed is the mark of a slut to begin with; holding onto those heels while a thick cock plunged into my tight asshole was just icing on the cake. I glanced back over my shoulder and locked eyes with Cindy as she eased the head into my asshole. I gave a little gasp and opened my mouth in pure ecstasy as I experienced the familiar pleasure of my ass being invaded. Cindy's always a little cautious with me; she took her time gently working the dildo deeper and deeper into my tight little hole. Her gentleness was completely unnecessary of course. In my wild younger days, I took plenty of dry cocks in my ass- some even as big as Cindy's silicone imitation. Hell, with lube you could shove a baseball bat up my rectum. But I guess she loved fucking my ass so much that she was a bit overprotective of it; she can be so cute sometimes! When she was finally all the way in, I couldn't resist tweaking her a bit. "Took you long enough," I said in feigned annoyance. "Keep talking slut. I haven't even started with you yet!" she replied gamely. Cindy might be overcautious when she's initially stretching me out, but she never held back once I was warmed up. As intended, my little shot across the bow ensured she would unleash holy hell on my backdoor. She smacked my ass hard with an open palm before grabbing my hips firmly. Once she had a hold of me, her dildo began stroking in an out of my asshole. She went slowly at first- shallow strokes; just an inch or two and right back in. I sighed contentedly at the wonderful feeling of her fullness inside my forbidden hole. "My nympho likes a cock in her ass, doesn't she!" Cindy gleefully proclaimed. "That virginal white doesn't do you justice baby..." As I lay there helplessly with my heels in hand, Cindy gradually picked up the pace; her strokes went deeper every second. I was in heaven from the alternating sensations of emptiness and wicked fullness as the dildo pistoned in and out of my asshole. "Ohhhh my god! You feel so fucking good in my asshole Cindy! Please don't stop, keep fucking me baby. I want to feel every inch of your cock inside me!" I cried. Soon Cindy was audibly grunting from the exertion- her forceful thrusts invading my rectum at breakneck speed. Sensing her climax nearing, I began squeezing my anus rhythmically. When I have a real cock in my ass, I've been told that the increased tightness is so pleasurable, it could get a monk to bust his nut. With my girlfriend's silicone strap-on, the contractions pulled steadily on the double headed toy's harness- shifting the second head buried 6 inches up Cindy's quim. "Yes!!! Keep doing it Jess! That feels incredible!" she wailed. "Your sexy asshole is going to make me cum sooo hard!" With the last of her energy, Cindy grabbed my hips and slammed the foot long monster all the way up my backdoor one last time; we cried out in feminine ecstasy as one. She collapsed on top of my back as tremors shook her from head to toe. I could feel the satin and lace of her lingerie on my back as a gush of my girl cum soaked the sheets. Our shared orgasm seemed to go on forever. When it was over, Cindy withdrew her faux cock from my ass with a satisfying plop. She lay down beside me as I rolled up onto my side; we shared a tender kiss and cuddled in our post-coital glow. Lingerie Does Make the Man What do you think you are doing? She asked, and I knew I was caught and I was going to have to pay for my indiscretions. I didn't know what was going to happen, but I knew it wasn't going to be good. I guess I should start from the start of the day. I got up early like I always do and was just waiting for everyone to leave the house for the day. The kids would be in school all day, and the wife had to work so I knew I would have the house to myself to indulge myself with my fetish, wearing lingerie. Before I married my wife, I told her that I like to wear lingerie on occasion. Of course she wondered if I was gay, but I told her it was comforting to me and helped me relax which was true, but when I was younger I used silky thing to masturbate at least once a day, more if no one was around. My wife realized she couldn't change me and she loved me for who I was, so she tolerated it once in awhile. It did get to the point where she threw all but one pair of my guy underwear away and everything else I had was panties of all types. The only reason I had one pair of guy underwear is so I could go to the doctor without many questions. She didn't mind me wearing panties everyday, but everything else I could only do a couple times a month, and only when she had to leave town for the weekend and the kids weren't around. I had full cut briefs, thongs and boy shorts everything was either silky or lacey. I had a couple bras, a few teddies and a few chemises and about 10 long silk gowns. I waited for about an hour after everyone left. I knew the wife couldn't come home for lunch and the kids would be in school all day, and the school would call me if one of the kids was sick and needed to come home early. I took a long hot shower to relax, and to calm myself down. I knew I would be enjoying myself today and didn't want to rush things along. After I dried off I went to my special drawer and pulled out a sexy teddy with molded cups so I could stuff them and make them feel more real, and it had a snap crotch, a pair of thigh high stockings and long gown that matched colors with the teddy. I didn't want to masturbate right away so I lounged around the house, got on the internet and found some stories about straight guys dressing in lingerie. About noon, after getting all excited from all the reading I thought I better go to the bedroom and have some fun with myself. Just shortly after I started, I heard my wife's voice calling my name. I pulled the covers up to my neck as quick as I could, and hoped when she came into the bedroom she would think I was asleep. She sat down on the bed and gently shook me, then she did what I didn't think she would do, she pulled back the covers only to see me dressed in all my glory. Even though she knew I did it, and she had even see me all dressed up it was still a shock for her. What do you think you are doing? So is this why you took a day off from work? She asked. Well get up out of bed and come out to the living room so we can talk, and by the way don't change what you are wearing, just get rid of that hard on, with out masturbating and come out to see me. Was she mad? Was she shocked? What did she want to talk about? As I walked into the living room, I got the shock of my life. It was too late, there was her friend Stacy from work and she saw what I was wearing. And Stacy was a knock out and she reminded me of my wife when she was Stacy's age. My wife still had a good body after having a couple kids but she had gained a couple pounds and her breasts weren't as firm as they were when we met. To compare the 2 women my wife has nice 38c breasts and Stacy looked like about a D cup, they were about the same height but my wife probably had 20 more pounds on her and they both had blonde colored, just that Stacy's was a little more blonde. "See" my wife said, "I told you if we came home for lunch we would find him dressed this way." "I didn't think any guy would want to dress in women's clothes", Stacy said. "But now looking at him, I find it both weird looking but also a bit of a turn on". "Want to have some fun with him later?" my wife asked Stacy. "Sure" said Stacy. "Well I will arrange for the kids to go to their grandparent's house right after school, and we can come home after work and have fun with my sissy of hubby". "Sounds good to me" said Stacy. As the women were leaving the house, my wife turned around and said to me that I better not change clothes or masturbate while they went back to work, otherwise I would have hell to pay. I am thinking to myself how much more hell could I possibly be in, but I thought I better not take the chance. The afternoon seemed like it lasted for ever. I was both dreading my wife coming home with Stacy, but also was excited which kept hard for most of the afternoon. I hid in the bedroom so I wouldn't be tempted to look at anything that would make me want to masturbate. I must have fallen asleep just before my wife and Stacy came home because I didn't even hear the bedroom door open. "Looks like he has been a good little sissy" said my wife "look at that tent he has in his gown and since it takes him at least 8 hours to get hard again, I know he didn't masturbate and he is still wearing the same clothes." "It takes him 8 hours to get hard again? It takes most guys less than a half hour to get it back up. I feel sorry for you." Stacy said. "Well what he lacks in that department he makes up for in other areas." My wife said. "He can eat me out so well that it makes me squirt out liquid and makes my whole body shake." "I can't wait to see that!" Stacy said. As I looked up, I could Stacy had a sack in her hand and it appeared to be full. I couldn't imagine what was in the sack, but it wouldn't be long for I found out. Stacy dumped the contents of the sack onto the bed and I saw what appeared to be a teddy and a looked like a harness with a dildo attached. I sat there in amazement as my wife and Stacy stripped in front of me only to see them both get dressed, Stacy in her teddy and my wife in her teddy. The next thing I saw made me worry, I saw Stacy putting on the harness. I was thinking to myself is she going to break my cherry on my ass? Stacy saw my concerned face and told me not to worry she wasn't going to do that yet. Then I saw something I thought I would ever see, my wife walked up to Stacy and started giving her hard deep French kisses as she gently stroked the dildo in between Stacy's legs. I sat up to join the ladies, but was informed I was not to move or speak unless I was told to. I just laid in bed watching these 2 beautiful women go at each other. They finally fell on the bed next to me, with Stacy on top of my wife. Their hands were all over each other, it looked like a couple of octopuses going at each other. My wife instructed me to get between her legs and start my magic. We keep towels by the bed at all times so we don't ruin the mattress. She didn't have to tell me twice. I got down there put some towels under her and went to work with my tongue and my fingers I got my wife all worked up. I could tell she was about ready to let loose when I sat up, like I always do, and finished her with just my fingers going in and out of her as fast as I could. The wife and Stacy stopped kissing so Stacy could see my wife squirt all over me. I didn't think my wife would ever stop. By the time my wife stopped I was soaking wet, and Stacy's mouth was wide open in amazement. My wife instructed me to go clean up, and get some new lingerie on. I went to our bathroom got out of my wet clothes and wiped myself dry. As I came back into the bedroom there was my wife on her hands and knees and Stacy behind her going in and out of her as fast as they could. I stopped to watch, but got yelled at because I wasn't given permission to watch. I was told to put on a thong, a bra and another gown and come back to bed but don't touch them or myself. After my wife had another orgasm, I was instructed to get between Stacy's legs and show her some pleasure. I asked her to remove the harness and the dildo, but was informed I would suck on the dildo for awhile before I could start on her. I didn't want to make them mad so I sucked on her dildo for about 5 minuets before they allowed me to dive into Stacy's muff. I got Stacy to have a couple orgasms, but I couldn't get her to squirt, I get really excited when I see women squirt so I wasn't going to give up to easily. After about 20 minuets I could see Stacy showing the signs of a really big orgasm. I sat up again and worked my magical fingers in and out of her until she finally squirted. It wasn't much and it didn't spray me like my wife's but it still made Stacy's body shake. I was thinking finally my turn both women had their fun so it should be my turn. Well I was right and I was wrong. Stacy got on one side of me and my wife got on the other. They started rubbing their hands all over my body getting me all worked up. They played with my fake breasts, my raging hard on and every other part of my body. Then they told me to get on my stomach so they could give me a back rub. I thought this was strange, but didn't argue since I was enjoying the attention. As Stacy was giving me a back rub I relaxed so much I didn't notice my wife had gotten out of bed. All I knew was my wife was tying my hands to the head board with some stockings, and she did the same to my feet. After I was secure, Stacy stopped giving me a back rub and lifted my gown and pulled my thong off to the side. This is when I felt something cold against my hole, and realized it was a lube of some sorts getting me ready for the next thing. I tried to see what was going on, and when I lifted my head there was my wife with another harness and another dildo. She stuck it in my face and told me to suck, while Stacy probed my butt with her fingers. After they thought I was loose enough my wife got behind me and started to have her way with me. At first it hurt, but after awhile it started to feel good. I started moving my body to match my wife's body movements and I could tell I was about ready to cum. Since my wife knows when I get to that point she stopped what she was doing and said she didn't want me cum yet. They said they would untie me and have me roll onto my back but I had to promise to let them tie my hands back up to the headboard. Why would I argue? I was having the time of my life. After I was secure again, Stacy lifted my gown and then my legs up so she could enter me. My wife asked if Stacy thought she could make me cum without even touching my hard on. Stacy said she had done this to another guy and even though it took awhile he finally did cum. So there was Stacy going at my hole with her dildo, and my wife was having me eat her out. I don't know for sure, but I think the 2 of them were kissing and playing with each others breasts. After awhile my ass started getting sore and I wanted Stacy to stop, but she wasn't ready. She informed me the only way she would stop is when I made a mess all over myself. I don't know how long Stacy went at it but my ass was on fire and I wanted to cum so bad that she must have hit the right spot because cum started going all over my stomach and my chest. Stacy slowly pulled out and I finally got to lie down. There was cum all over me and I was waiting for someone to clean it up. Well Stacy started to lick up the mess with her tongue. And after she got down she gave me a big kiss on the mouth she forced the white stuff into my mouth. I knew if I spit it out I would be in big trouble but I didn't want to swallow it either so I laid there with it in my mouth. My wife finally told me that since I was such a sissy that I should swallow it and get it over with because I wasn't getting up until I did. Since they didn't untie me I had nothing to do but lie there, so I finally fell asleep. It must have been two hours latter when I woke up. I was no longer tied to the bed and no one else was in the bedroom. I got up, went into the bathroom and took a quick shower. Not knowing who was home I found a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt to go find my wife. There she was sitting on the couch with Stacy as if nothing happened they both looked up at me and smiled. Since it appeared I had interpreted their conversation I went to the kitchen to get something to eat and as I entered the kitchen I heard my wife tell Stacy that we needed to do this again.