Staying with Teddie- more gatherings
Over breakfast the next morning Teddie explained that he would be hosting a number of these get togethers moving ahead, mostly on Friday and Saturday nights. My presence was expected and I was to act as a host- or perhaps hostess as I was required to be dressed in nothing but lingerie for the entirety of the evening. I would wait on our guests and assist them in any way possible. As I was to soon find out this meant a modeling show at the end of the evening with me doing the modeling for a group of eager eyes and grop-ing hands.
At first, Teddie would lay out a matching outfit on his bed at the end of the night. That was my cue to put that particular outfit on then come downstairs to model it for our guests. I would walk back and forth past them, often listening to lewd comments and watching several of them touch themselves as they ogled me in my lingerie. Sometimes they would even reach out and begin touching me! I felt rather embarrassed by this behavior and looked to Teddie for some kind of help. He was having none of my plight and allowed the gawkers to fondle me as I walked past them. Sometimes one would get me good and I would freeze in my tracks and allow him to continue touching me. I would get stiff in my silky panties and begin squirming and moaning. It wasn’t long until I was gushing in my panties, flooding them my semen as the others gathered around to look, often masturbating right along as they watched me being fondled in my panties.
This always seemed to be the highlight of the evening, what this large group of pantyboys looked forward to- me modeling lingerie for them while they played with me. It always ended with a sexual act of some sort- usually being masturbated in my panties by one or more of the crowd. There were always a few pantyboys who attended just to sit quietly and touch themselves until they came in their panties.
One evening I overheard one of them tell me to kneel down. I didn’t see who it was but I looked at Teddie and he repeated the request. I looked at him in total surprise. What was going on? He nodded at me to do so and without thinking I did. I felt a very strange feeling come over me, that somehow kneeling before all these pantyboys made me feel at their mercy. It was a very uncomfortable feeling and I closed my eyes to try to block out not only the image of dozens of pantyboys clad in lingerie but also the idea of what might happen knowing how worked up some of them were- and quite noticeably!
I heard someone get up in front of me and felt them getting nearer. The next thing I knew they were pushing the front of their silky slip against my face! I felt the hard on in his panties as he rubbed against me and noticed it swelling in size. I felt the coolness of the satin slip against my face and the warmth of his stiffening pantied hard on as he began to breathe heavily. I tried to pull away but he grabbed the back of my head and began grinding his nylon covered penis in my face. I made some muffled sounds of subservient protest to no avail. Soon this pantyboy began moaning deeply and I could feel him gushing in his silky panties. His semen soaked thru the panties and slip and all over my face! He seemed to take great joy in cumming on my face. Not only that I could sense that he was taking pleasure in my shame, that he could feel my embarrassment and enjoyed making a panty sissy out of me.
That night I kept having reoccurring dreams about what had happened that night. I woke up every hour trembling and recalling variants of the dream- all with dozens of lingerie clad pantyboys rubbing against me. In each one I awoke just as they were about to cum all over me!
These parties continued to go on for weeks and months, usually ending with some pantyboys masturbating themselves discreetly, others even masturbating each other in their silky lingerie, some rubbing against me and using me as their panty sex toy.
One evening Teddie asked me to lay down in front of the pantyboys. I looked at him with a very curious eye but he nodded for me to do so. As I lay prone before them I wondered what Teddie was up to. I noticed several of the pantyboys touching themselves and getting rather worked up in their panties, slips and gowns. Soon they were all joining in, many getting worked up to the point of getting wet spots all over their silky lingerie. Several were on the edge of orgasm. Then they all gathered around me and pulled out their hard penises and began stroking themselves until they all began to shoot their semen all over my pink lingerie that Teddie had picked out for me. It wasn’t long until my slip and camisole were covered with cum- as well as my face and body. I was forced to lay there until they were all finished. There was so much cum all over me that my camisole and half slip clung to my body as I got up. Someone began taking pictures of me, which only made me feel even more embarrassed and humiliated. It was likely that one of them was going to post these pics all over pantyboy sites to further humiliate me. I almost felt like crying and couldn’t wait to crawl off into the shower. I stood under the shower head fully dressed in my pink camisole, half slip and panties and felt their semen sliding off of me. Despite becoming physically clean I couldn’t shake how psychologically dirty I felt deep down. No amount of showering would ever wash that feeling from me, knowing how I was being used as a panty sex toy for all of these older men.
At first, Teddie would lay out a matching outfit on his bed at the end of the night. That was my cue to put that particular outfit on then come downstairs to model it for our guests. I would walk back and forth past them, often listening to lewd comments and watching several of them touch themselves as they ogled me in my lingerie. Sometimes they would even reach out and begin touching me! I felt rather embarrassed by this behavior and looked to Teddie for some kind of help. He was having none of my plight and allowed the gawkers to fondle me as I walked past them. Sometimes one would get me good and I would freeze in my tracks and allow him to continue touching me. I would get stiff in my silky panties and begin squirming and moaning. It wasn’t long until I was gushing in my panties, flooding them my semen as the others gathered around to look, often masturbating right along as they watched me being fondled in my panties.
This always seemed to be the highlight of the evening, what this large group of pantyboys looked forward to- me modeling lingerie for them while they played with me. It always ended with a sexual act of some sort- usually being masturbated in my panties by one or more of the crowd. There were always a few pantyboys who attended just to sit quietly and touch themselves until they came in their panties.
One evening I overheard one of them tell me to kneel down. I didn’t see who it was but I looked at Teddie and he repeated the request. I looked at him in total surprise. What was going on? He nodded at me to do so and without thinking I did. I felt a very strange feeling come over me, that somehow kneeling before all these pantyboys made me feel at their mercy. It was a very uncomfortable feeling and I closed my eyes to try to block out not only the image of dozens of pantyboys clad in lingerie but also the idea of what might happen knowing how worked up some of them were- and quite noticeably!
I heard someone get up in front of me and felt them getting nearer. The next thing I knew they were pushing the front of their silky slip against my face! I felt the hard on in his panties as he rubbed against me and noticed it swelling in size. I felt the coolness of the satin slip against my face and the warmth of his stiffening pantied hard on as he began to breathe heavily. I tried to pull away but he grabbed the back of my head and began grinding his nylon covered penis in my face. I made some muffled sounds of subservient protest to no avail. Soon this pantyboy began moaning deeply and I could feel him gushing in his silky panties. His semen soaked thru the panties and slip and all over my face! He seemed to take great joy in cumming on my face. Not only that I could sense that he was taking pleasure in my shame, that he could feel my embarrassment and enjoyed making a panty sissy out of me.
That night I kept having reoccurring dreams about what had happened that night. I woke up every hour trembling and recalling variants of the dream- all with dozens of lingerie clad pantyboys rubbing against me. In each one I awoke just as they were about to cum all over me!
These parties continued to go on for weeks and months, usually ending with some pantyboys masturbating themselves discreetly, others even masturbating each other in their silky lingerie, some rubbing against me and using me as their panty sex toy.
One evening Teddie asked me to lay down in front of the pantyboys. I looked at him with a very curious eye but he nodded for me to do so. As I lay prone before them I wondered what Teddie was up to. I noticed several of the pantyboys touching themselves and getting rather worked up in their panties, slips and gowns. Soon they were all joining in, many getting worked up to the point of getting wet spots all over their silky lingerie. Several were on the edge of orgasm. Then they all gathered around me and pulled out their hard penises and began stroking themselves until they all began to shoot their semen all over my pink lingerie that Teddie had picked out for me. It wasn’t long until my slip and camisole were covered with cum- as well as my face and body. I was forced to lay there until they were all finished. There was so much cum all over me that my camisole and half slip clung to my body as I got up. Someone began taking pictures of me, which only made me feel even more embarrassed and humiliated. It was likely that one of them was going to post these pics all over pantyboy sites to further humiliate me. I almost felt like crying and couldn’t wait to crawl off into the shower. I stood under the shower head fully dressed in my pink camisole, half slip and panties and felt their semen sliding off of me. Despite becoming physically clean I couldn’t shake how psychologically dirty I felt deep down. No amount of showering would ever wash that feeling from me, knowing how I was being used as a panty sex toy for all of these older men.
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