Lonely Night In
I had been planning this evening for weeks, Wendy and Bill my landlady and her other half away for the weekend, poor lonely me left at home to play.
I swear I was shaking as the door unlocked and I let myself in, carefully locking the door behind me and checking the deserted house to be sure I was alone. That heady mixture of sexual tension, nervous anticipation and perhaps even fear was coursing through my veins as I wandered the empty house just to make sure I was the only occupant.. Good, all clear, just me and a night of silky passion ahead.
Even undressing as my male self felt more sensual tonight, applying Veet to my legs and chest to remove the last tell-tale signs before stepping into the shower to wash away my maleness and my cares. When I emerged I dried and pampered my silky skin with some of Wendys' powder and lotions, my transformation had begun.
Still nervous and tip toeing like a thief I nakedly entered the master bedroom and went straight to her bottom drawer. There as expected was a treasure chest of goodies, the most feminine selection of silky lingerie that I could ever imagine. I had visited this place like a holy shrine on many occasions and worshipped the lace and silky contents, sometimes borrowing a little souvenir, panties or lace camisole but tonight was special. Tonight I would wear her fantastic basque and tonight I had the time and privacy to become Sarah.
I selected the most gorgeous lacy black basque, fastened the hook and eyes then slid feet first into the garment. It enveloped my body like a glove, restrictive yet stretchy, my hands trembled as I fastened the shoulder straps and smoothed the lace trim. The six suspender straps tantalised my bare thighs as they dangled and jiggled with my own movements swelling my clitty to almost bursting point. The desire to throw myself on the bed and release my emotions was immense but I battled not to give in just yet.
Next came the stockings, barely black, 7 dernier cuban heel, soft and delicate than anything I have worn for ages. I cannot even begin to describe the thrill of so carefully sliding those stockings up my smooth legs and fastening the metal suspender clips. The stretch and pull of the delicate material sending shiver sensations through my body as my legs adjust to the feel of the silken nylon is just heavenly. Perhaps this is a major part of why we do what we do. I remembered the knowing look the saleswoman in John Lewis had given me when I purchased the stockings a couple of days before. I was so nervous and perhaps embarrassed as I handed the stockings and money over yet now I wanted her to feel my nylon clad legs and chastise me for dressing as such a sissy. My clitty now almost beyond control, harder than ever before and pulsing like a deranged snake gets tucked under one of the suspenders to keep it in check. I resist the urge to glance in the mirror as cross the bedroom to step into a pair of Wendys' suede high heels, the ones with the peep toe and pretty bow. God they look and feel gorgeous, high enough for walking yet remaining incredibly sexy. My legs feel totally alien to me, muscles in my calf appear where none were before, the constant pull of the stockings stimulate my senses like nothing else I have ever experienced.
I cover myself with her silky robe hanging behind the bedroom door, swooshing it around my body as I settle at the dressing table for the finishing touches.
The blonde wig on the table is fastened in place and I straighten it out, adjusting it to myself, one look in the mirror amazes me at how completely transformed I have become. Gone is the real me, the man, the bloke. The woman, the blonde slut that has replaced purses her lips to simulate a lusty kiss in a lewd display of defiance. Once the eye shadow and lipstick have been applied Sarah is now at home. I sprawl across the master bed lanquishing and posing as if for an unseen photograher. My clitty now on full view and framed so elegantly by stockings and suspenders turning me on almost to the edge of orgasm without the need for direct contact. In fact if I had dared to squeeze or stroke my engorged clitty an explosion of pleasure would almost certainly have erupted such is the highly charged atmosphere of that suburban bedroom. For what seemed like hours Sarah cavorted like a woman possessed, oblivous to nothing but her own pleasure and carnal desires. I was certainly oblivous to the opening and closing of the front door and the appoaching footfalls on the stairs.
With my cock held lewdly in my hand I thrust towards the mirror and gasped. I saw the reflection of Bill staring back at me. I couldn't believe my own eyes, my brain was not taking in the pictures it was being told. My God, my emotions went from heaven to hell in an instant. Try as I might the earth would not open up and swallow me, I just remained there on the bed as he feasted on my embarassment with his lustful staring eyes. I tried to cover myself up and hide my shame from this leering man but he wagged a reproachful finger at me and shook his head. As he walked towards me he mumbled something about dressing like his wife and acting like his wife. I soon found out his meaning as he unbelted his trousers then undid his trouser flies revealing something I least expected. His stiff cock was encased inside pair of gossammer thin black panties. Shit, that bastard Bill and I shared a similar fetish, that was something I didn't really want in common. I sat on the edge of his bed whilst he dropped his trousers before me then motioned me towards his crotch. His erect cock was doing a merry twitch inside the sheer lace trimmed black panties, a tell tale darkening of the material as his excited clitty oozed pre-cum at its swollen tip. With little choice over my fate, my redenned lips slowly traced the outline of his nylon imprisonned cock as it grew even more erect. I tried to pull away but his hands held my head in a vice like grip against his swollen cock. Reluctantly I eased the nylon panties a few inches down and his now freed manhood sprang into my face. I saw in the mirror the horror of that scene as he slapped my face and hair with his cock. I could feel his wetness against my cheek and nose as he traced his way across my face to my lips. Involuntary (yeah right, I was gagging now for his cock) my lips parted and I took his throbbing length into my mouth and slurped like a whore on his knob. Strangely enough my fear and revulsion ebbed away as I felt my own clitty become aroused at my actions. Here I was dressed in my land lady's lingerie giving her pantied husband a blow job on their marital bed. I am sure I giggled at the thought but it was lost in the disgusting slurping noises I was making as I attended to his clit.. I tried to maintain control of the situation but by now he was face fucking me and I was trying hard to keep a rythmn and not choke on his monster. His strokes became almost frenzied and I knew he was close, one of my hands tickled his balls whilst I squeezed my own clitty with the other. I hated myself for it but I was enjoying the situation almost as much as him,perhaps even more so. Finally it came, or should I say he came. I tried to take his load in my mouth but great gobbets of goo spilled from my mouth as he thrust inwards, pearls of red hot spunk dripped from my eager lips and on to my stocking tops. I swear I could feel it burning my thighs like molten wax. The disgusting squelching noise seemed to go on forever as his rapid thrusts diminished and he pumped his last drops. His balls relaxed and I let his cock fall from my lips. What a sight I must have looked, smudged and smeared lipstick, messed up hair and splattered with cum. I gazed up at him and slightly opened my mouth as his salty and still boiling spunk spilled from my lips. I felt such a slapper but I felt so good too. I had done this to him, slutty Sarah, lil ol me. How I wanted him to take my clitty in hand and finish me off, maybe to kiss my waiting lips and tongue my salty mouth but it was not to be. Why should it be, after all when I have cum the world stops spinning for a few minutes at least. It seemed to be the same for him, he tucked his shrinking cock inside his panties, called me a whore and pulled his trousers back in place. My weekend had not exactly started as I'd planned, it may of been my fist taste of cock but I somehow suspected it would not be the last.
I swear I was shaking as the door unlocked and I let myself in, carefully locking the door behind me and checking the deserted house to be sure I was alone. That heady mixture of sexual tension, nervous anticipation and perhaps even fear was coursing through my veins as I wandered the empty house just to make sure I was the only occupant.. Good, all clear, just me and a night of silky passion ahead.
Even undressing as my male self felt more sensual tonight, applying Veet to my legs and chest to remove the last tell-tale signs before stepping into the shower to wash away my maleness and my cares. When I emerged I dried and pampered my silky skin with some of Wendys' powder and lotions, my transformation had begun.
Still nervous and tip toeing like a thief I nakedly entered the master bedroom and went straight to her bottom drawer. There as expected was a treasure chest of goodies, the most feminine selection of silky lingerie that I could ever imagine. I had visited this place like a holy shrine on many occasions and worshipped the lace and silky contents, sometimes borrowing a little souvenir, panties or lace camisole but tonight was special. Tonight I would wear her fantastic basque and tonight I had the time and privacy to become Sarah.
I selected the most gorgeous lacy black basque, fastened the hook and eyes then slid feet first into the garment. It enveloped my body like a glove, restrictive yet stretchy, my hands trembled as I fastened the shoulder straps and smoothed the lace trim. The six suspender straps tantalised my bare thighs as they dangled and jiggled with my own movements swelling my clitty to almost bursting point. The desire to throw myself on the bed and release my emotions was immense but I battled not to give in just yet.
Next came the stockings, barely black, 7 dernier cuban heel, soft and delicate than anything I have worn for ages. I cannot even begin to describe the thrill of so carefully sliding those stockings up my smooth legs and fastening the metal suspender clips. The stretch and pull of the delicate material sending shiver sensations through my body as my legs adjust to the feel of the silken nylon is just heavenly. Perhaps this is a major part of why we do what we do. I remembered the knowing look the saleswoman in John Lewis had given me when I purchased the stockings a couple of days before. I was so nervous and perhaps embarrassed as I handed the stockings and money over yet now I wanted her to feel my nylon clad legs and chastise me for dressing as such a sissy. My clitty now almost beyond control, harder than ever before and pulsing like a deranged snake gets tucked under one of the suspenders to keep it in check. I resist the urge to glance in the mirror as cross the bedroom to step into a pair of Wendys' suede high heels, the ones with the peep toe and pretty bow. God they look and feel gorgeous, high enough for walking yet remaining incredibly sexy. My legs feel totally alien to me, muscles in my calf appear where none were before, the constant pull of the stockings stimulate my senses like nothing else I have ever experienced.
I cover myself with her silky robe hanging behind the bedroom door, swooshing it around my body as I settle at the dressing table for the finishing touches.
The blonde wig on the table is fastened in place and I straighten it out, adjusting it to myself, one look in the mirror amazes me at how completely transformed I have become. Gone is the real me, the man, the bloke. The woman, the blonde slut that has replaced purses her lips to simulate a lusty kiss in a lewd display of defiance. Once the eye shadow and lipstick have been applied Sarah is now at home. I sprawl across the master bed lanquishing and posing as if for an unseen photograher. My clitty now on full view and framed so elegantly by stockings and suspenders turning me on almost to the edge of orgasm without the need for direct contact. In fact if I had dared to squeeze or stroke my engorged clitty an explosion of pleasure would almost certainly have erupted such is the highly charged atmosphere of that suburban bedroom. For what seemed like hours Sarah cavorted like a woman possessed, oblivous to nothing but her own pleasure and carnal desires. I was certainly oblivous to the opening and closing of the front door and the appoaching footfalls on the stairs.
With my cock held lewdly in my hand I thrust towards the mirror and gasped. I saw the reflection of Bill staring back at me. I couldn't believe my own eyes, my brain was not taking in the pictures it was being told. My God, my emotions went from heaven to hell in an instant. Try as I might the earth would not open up and swallow me, I just remained there on the bed as he feasted on my embarassment with his lustful staring eyes. I tried to cover myself up and hide my shame from this leering man but he wagged a reproachful finger at me and shook his head. As he walked towards me he mumbled something about dressing like his wife and acting like his wife. I soon found out his meaning as he unbelted his trousers then undid his trouser flies revealing something I least expected. His stiff cock was encased inside pair of gossammer thin black panties. Shit, that bastard Bill and I shared a similar fetish, that was something I didn't really want in common. I sat on the edge of his bed whilst he dropped his trousers before me then motioned me towards his crotch. His erect cock was doing a merry twitch inside the sheer lace trimmed black panties, a tell tale darkening of the material as his excited clitty oozed pre-cum at its swollen tip. With little choice over my fate, my redenned lips slowly traced the outline of his nylon imprisonned cock as it grew even more erect. I tried to pull away but his hands held my head in a vice like grip against his swollen cock. Reluctantly I eased the nylon panties a few inches down and his now freed manhood sprang into my face. I saw in the mirror the horror of that scene as he slapped my face and hair with his cock. I could feel his wetness against my cheek and nose as he traced his way across my face to my lips. Involuntary (yeah right, I was gagging now for his cock) my lips parted and I took his throbbing length into my mouth and slurped like a whore on his knob. Strangely enough my fear and revulsion ebbed away as I felt my own clitty become aroused at my actions. Here I was dressed in my land lady's lingerie giving her pantied husband a blow job on their marital bed. I am sure I giggled at the thought but it was lost in the disgusting slurping noises I was making as I attended to his clit.. I tried to maintain control of the situation but by now he was face fucking me and I was trying hard to keep a rythmn and not choke on his monster. His strokes became almost frenzied and I knew he was close, one of my hands tickled his balls whilst I squeezed my own clitty with the other. I hated myself for it but I was enjoying the situation almost as much as him,perhaps even more so. Finally it came, or should I say he came. I tried to take his load in my mouth but great gobbets of goo spilled from my mouth as he thrust inwards, pearls of red hot spunk dripped from my eager lips and on to my stocking tops. I swear I could feel it burning my thighs like molten wax. The disgusting squelching noise seemed to go on forever as his rapid thrusts diminished and he pumped his last drops. His balls relaxed and I let his cock fall from my lips. What a sight I must have looked, smudged and smeared lipstick, messed up hair and splattered with cum. I gazed up at him and slightly opened my mouth as his salty and still boiling spunk spilled from my lips. I felt such a slapper but I felt so good too. I had done this to him, slutty Sarah, lil ol me. How I wanted him to take my clitty in hand and finish me off, maybe to kiss my waiting lips and tongue my salty mouth but it was not to be. Why should it be, after all when I have cum the world stops spinning for a few minutes at least. It seemed to be the same for him, he tucked his shrinking cock inside his panties, called me a whore and pulled his trousers back in place. My weekend had not exactly started as I'd planned, it may of been my fist taste of cock but I somehow suspected it would not be the last.
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