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I Love Men to wear my Satin PantiesI Love Men To Wear My Satin PantiesBy ManndeePart 1I was a quiet unassuming lad from the East end of London; I was 22 years old when I left home, it followed a number of pure flukes that all happened back to back, because of this I had had an amazing start to my life in my first job as a City trader.Unfortunately, things at home with my girlfriend were getting difficult after me losing my job. It was now 4 months since it happened & to be honest, it was all a shock; fortunately, money was not getting tight, we were not desperate, we had an excellent income together, but realistically losing my money did affect our lifestyle, I now really needed to work – it was pride, it was more for me than anything else. I really needed to get back working again.My girlfriend had been OK initially, she loved me doing all the shit things that we always had to do at weekends like shopping, but it was now becoming obvious that she wanted me to work again as well. Friends in the trading industry and head hunters were promising that I would get a job, but those kind words & promises seemed to just dry up; all the global economies seemed to be stalling, the prospect was not looking good for me to be earning decent money for a few more months, other broking houses were now laying traders off as well. We needed a foreign country to have a disaster or war. Syria was soon going to cause problems in the global markets & war was going to start; the USA & UK were going to take action but when? I had lots of so-called friends who were working, and they all said they were trying to find me work, but as each week went by, the phone calls stopped and it was now me ringing them up asking if they had any work. They were all really nice and friendly on the phone, but I could hear the hesitation in their voice when they started to clearly lie to me, saying they were ‘going to make a call to sort it out’ or ‘the job had just gone and they would call if anything came up’. My girlfriend seemed to be working even longer hours than usual & her mood was now always unpredictable when she came home, she was now staying longer at work, sometimes not coming home at all, staying with friends rather then get home & get up early to go back to work. It was becoming the norm that I didn’t see her for a few days in a row.I had no choice, I had been out of work so long I now had to sign on at the job centre, the place was full of losers and no hopers; even the woman who I was assigned to didn’t seem to care. All she wanted to do was have a break, have a cigarette and stuff her face with cake. She was fat ugly & lazy, everything that fitted the role of a lardy fat arse cow, she hated her job & she hated everyone she dealt with because it was work & she was lazy. The problem is, you have to sign on to keep a record for your CV, it identifies what you were doing during the period off work – companies like to know what you are doing in between jobs, basically you claim benefit & they become your employer. If you can’t prove it, you can fail your vetting. In trading, you have to prove where you were & what you were doing, it’s to stop you working for an international bad arse baddie who you help earn millions secretly in the money markets, all these changes were put in by Governments & auditors over the years following various cases of insider dealing. I earned too much money to get any benefits but like a criminal I had to sign on so they knew where I was.So basically, the job market was fucked and so was I – BREXIT had killed the money markets where I worked. We all knew it would mean possible redundancies, but I never thought it would be me. The UK had pulled out of Europe, the people had spoken in the UK & we were going to leave, nobody seemed to know when we were actually leaving & how much we were going to pay to leave but the aim was we were going to leave. I really loved my job, I had helped run a French money market desk in a broking house in the City of London; it was extremely successful, considering the French were such arseholes. In my opinion when it came to business, most of the French should stick to driving tractors and drinking wine. I never really met anyone in France who really cared much more than when their glass was going to be filled or when the next course of food would be served.Because of my job on the money desk, it meant I had to speak French – Now this was something that I fell into at school because of the gorgeous French teacher that we had. She was every school boy’s wank dream! She always dressed in stockings and high heels, every single day. There was not a day at school when I saw her that I didn’t go home and have a fantastic wank thinking about her, thinking about how she would come to her senses & would be my girlfriend one day. It got so bad that by the third year when it got to options, I simply had to take French just so I could see her on a regular basis, she drove me & my cock insane. It got me into wearing stocking’s and suspenders like she did, I don’t know how it happened & how I decided to do it, but it was magical. I would lay on the bed at home, close my eyes and think of her and stroke my silky stocking legs, imagining that the feeling I was having were her legs next to me. It led to me progressing to wearing my older sister’s dresses and her underwear in the afternoon’s after school before everyone came home from work. Because I really loved the French teacher, it was like a tribute in her honour, I wanted to impress the French teacher so much with my French, by the 4th year I was doing really well in her class and had got to the point where she would actually speak to me as a person and not a pupil. I really loved my French teacher, she made my cock so hard.My whole world ended on January 11th when in the 5th year, she announced to the class that she was getting married – the news fucking destroyed me, my heart sank, my life was over. Then six months later, the rumour started that she was pregnant – my life just came to an end. I went home heartbroken – my dreams of having her as my girlfriend & wife was over. How could she do this to me?I remember I ran upstairs crying like a girl, ran straight in to my sister’s room and started to search for some satin underwear and some stockings. I found a silver all-in-one – it felt amazing as I slipped it on. Next were some tan coloured stockings. I went to the wardrobe – my sister had a fantastic choice in clothes – and because I was only a size 12, everything fitted me. I stood in her room like a girl crying. I was going through the dresses with an angry swish of the dresses, pulling them back and forward, I was so angry & heartbroken.”What’s wrong, Steve?”I spun round and saw my sister standing by the door. Jesus Christ! How bad was this day going to be? I stared at my sister walking towards me.”It’s OK Steve…what’s wrong? Don’t worry…I know you borrow my dresses! Come on, sit down…tell me what’s making you cry?”Fucking hell, my sister knew about me wearing her clothes! What was I going to say to her? I walked to the bed and just fell into her arms sobbing. My sister stroked my hair and kept reassuring me that ‘whatever it was could be resolved’.I sat up and looked at her.”You know I wear your clothes, how?”My sister laughed “Yes Steve…I know you wear my clothes I have done for the last two years! I can always smell you in my dresses! I’m glad we are talking…I was just waiting for you tell me about it! Look…if you’re gay, Steve, it won’t change anything…you’re still my brother!”I gasped and eased myself away from her. “No, I’m not gay, Zara! I…I…use them to think about a teacher at school! They help me…”God, how could I tell my sister that I wank in her clothes thinking about a horny French teacher in the school?My sister smiled. “So, you’re not gay! Are you sure, Steve, you wear my underwear?”I looked straight at her and said “No, it’s just, you know…they make me really horny! They feel fantastic and help me think about her!”The penny
seemed to suddenly drop “Oh Steve, that’s, emm…Oh OK! I understand now! Emm…maybe you will have to have some of my old dresses from now on? Not being funny but, now you put it like that!”Jesus, what a fucking day I was having! The teacher I love gets married, now she’s pregnant, and now my sister knows I wank in her dresses. Perfect just fucking perfect.It was really strange now that my secret was out, after that day she started to help me a lot with dresses, and even explained about bras and how they fitted, etc. She told me about makeup and showed me how to paint my toe nails – I loved doing that – it really made me horny. We didn’t talk about my dressing all the time, but she just seemed to know when I needed the help and the boost to cheer me up. I took my exams a few months later wearing red satin underwear and black stockings under my jeans and t-shirt – God it helped me relax. When the results came through a few weeks later, I got an A in English and Maths and a B+ in French O levels. My parents were really happy with my results, and I was finally getting over the French Teacher, but the dressing in women’s clothes was becoming more intense – I now dressed at every moment that I had. In fact, I couldn’t function unless I was dressed in women’s clothes, I was now addicted to dressing instead of wanking over the French teacher.It was a Saturday morning when I went into my sister’s room and asked if I could talk to her, she was sitting on her bed reading a book. She sat up, “Of course you can, Steve! What’s wrong?”I explained about how the dressing had got, and how it was taking over my mind. I tried to explain without sounding like a freak, that ‘I really loved being dressed canlı bahis siteleri as a girl’. I had to point out to her though that I ‘was definitely not gay’.She was amazing; she was 7 years older than me and I really loved her. Nothing seemed to faze her. She had been to college when I was younger and was now back home training to be a trader in the Stock exchange. Even at 24, she was earning really good money, and her clothes were fucking amazing and very expensive. Zara explained that ‘in life we sometimes have to go with what our mind tells us is right’. She said that she ‘didn’t judge anyone, but felt that you should be true to yourself, it was important to try things even if they were risky or kinky, it didn’t matter because you should never have regrets’.I will always remember that day – it was the rocket I needed up my arse to motivate me to sort myself out.I had always kept a diary, don’t know why, but it was like a little voice in my head. I loved just writing about how I felt – everything was in my diary. It explained how I felt, and basically what I did each day in my life. I got my diary out and started to write a list of things I needed to do to change my life. I felt like I was buzzing – all the negative shit seemed to be erased in my life. Zara was right; I needed to change the way I lived my life and that’s what I did, over the next 18 months, I got a place at a local college, studied really hard, and took my A levels. I got straight A’s. I was now really in a good place, I was finally growing up.Zara came home from work a few weeks after my A level results had come out and said ‘they had a job in the office where she worked, the role was for a trainee’. Before I knew it, she said she had spoken to her boss & he said I could have the job, all of a sudden, I’m a trainee stockbroker earning really good money, considering I was only 19 years old my whole life was changing in an amazing way. The same year that I started my new job Zara announced she was leaving home and moving into a flat with her boyfriend, we didn’t know much about this guy, & then she also announces she has a new job with a different broking house – I was devastated that she was going to leave work but really upset that she was leaving home. I understood why, and really loved her, but I knew I would miss her like mad. Before she left home she gave me a massive suitcase. She smiled when she gave it to me and said it was my ‘break glass in case of emergencies, she said it was a Pandora’s box’. When I opened it up, it was an Aladdin’s cave of female’s dresses and underwear – it was simply amazing, it had day wear, club wear, leather skirts it was endless.Shortly after Zara moved out I started to go out with a girl called Penny, in the office. She was 30 years old and very pretty, she was known to be a Bitch to deal with at work. So I still don’t know how it happened if I’m honest. We were in a wine bar one night at a leaving party of some old trader that I hardly knew; I found myself drunk on Champagne standing next to Penny. We started to talk about the guy who was leaving. Penny told me she thought he was a fat Gay wanker and we both laughed like c***dish c***dren. Then she pulled my head close to her face and whispered that ‘nothing turned her on more than a guy wearing a pair of her satin panties’. She giggled and let my head free from a tight grip.”What did you say?” I asked Penny with a straight face.Penny stared at me with a smile “I said, nothing turns me on more than a guy wearing my panties when I’m fucking him!”I couldn’t believe that Penny, the woman that all the guys fancied, but was shit scared of was telling me her fantasies.She put her hand down on to my groin “So, do you want to come back to my flat and fuck me?”My mouth dropped! I looked at Penny – she was really fit, she reminded me of the French teacher, she was over 10 years older than me, I could see she had stockings and high heels on – Jesus I was in heaven. We walked out the wine bar, I just followed her like I was in a trance. I held my hand out for a taxi? The taxi stopped I opened the door & We fell in the chairs and Penny shouted an address to the driver. About 20 minutes later we arrived in a very fancy part of London. We got out and I paid the driver as Penny walked off. I ran after her like a lost puppy.She laughed out loud “Fucking hell, Steve…you’re very eager!” She got a small black fob out from her handbag and some gates opened as we walked towards them. We walked in to a private mews, and the gates closed behind us. She stopped at No 5 on the ground floor, a red Porche was parked on the drive, she got her key out opened the door & we walked in, her flat was amazing! It was like a show house & smelt fresh, Penny took my hand & led me upstairs to the bedroom, she stood in front of me & slowly took her knickers off, then she demanded I put them on. I fell twice on the bed because I was so drunk, took my jacket & shirt off followed by my trousers & socks, took my pants off then put her knickers on – my cock was rock hard. She leaned over the bed & pulled me towards her, she climbed on top of me, grabbed my cock that was sticking through the side of the panties eased her pussy over the top of my cock & pushed herself on top of my cock easing it in to her warm pussy, I started to fuck her wet pussy like a steam engine. Penny worked herself off on my cock as if it was a sex toy, my mind was buzzing with the alcohol I had consumed, I was so high & so drunk I didn’t know what I was doing, I didn’t realise how shit I was at love making because I was losing my virginity to a sex queen & couldn’t even remember it.I woke in the morning with a massive hangover – the bed was empty. Penny appeared in the doorway “Morning, lover boy!”I smiled, she walked off. I looked down and saw I was wearing her pink French satin knickers. I took them off got dressed and walked into a large modern kitchen – I could smell the coffee brewing.”You still wearing them, handsome?” said Penny.I looked at her and said “No…I think or rather thought you might want them back!”She looked directly at me and said “That’s a shame! I thought you might be wearing them for work!?”I sat down, we ate toast in silence, Penny sat reading the Financial Times. We drank coffee, then travelled into work together on the Jubilee line.Penny never spoke o
n the way to work that day, but before I knew it, I was going to bars with her, getting pissed, going back to her flat on a regular basis and we were fucking like mad dogs 3 or 4 times a week. The strange thing was the dressing at home eased right up; I didn’t and hadn’t dressed for some time because of work & going out so often. Penny was amazing; she was really successful in her job.And that was pretty much my life over next two years that we were together, during that time she was promoted twice. She was now earning big money with massive bonuses. My job and salary was a lot slower than her accelerated success, but I was still young, then one day in the office, I walked in and everyone was quiet – two of the secretaries were crying at their desks. It appeared that one of the dealers called Jeff, who worked on the Euro desk, had died in a motor bike accident the night before on his way back home from work. Someone said he was high on d**gs, probably coke – he normally was.The senior dealer caught my eye and called me over to his desk. “I understand you speak French…is that right?”I smiled nervously, “Yes! I got an O and A level in French!”I couldn’t believe it – all those years of wanking thinking of the French teacher, and now it seemed to be relevant & was about to pay off!”OK Garson…get yourself over to Jeff’s desk, speak to Jessica…she will tell you what to do! Let’s see if you can get me out of this shit I’m in!”I did get them out the shit, that day & the next few weeks that followed, I really made the job my own, as a result got myself promoted – it wasn’t a massive promotion, but another £15,000 pay rise was not bad, considering where I came from and my age. Penny was quite impressed; we went out to a wine bar & to my surprise she asked me to move in with her.I didn’t really have a lot to move in with, Mum & Dad were upset when I told them but said I was always welcome home & not to run in to anything too quickly. Penny had a beautiful flat, everything was expensive & new. The sex was incredible she had amazing energy & really loved to talk dirty when I was fucking her. The wearing of the knickers had never stopped, Penny really got turned on when I wore her knickers & so did I, but as the weeks went by she started to insist that when I shagged her, that I talk dirty in French to her. It was a bit of fun at first, but she really seemed to get off on it like me wearing her knickers, then she started insisting that I tone my voice down and make it more female rather than a guy’s voice. She loved me to wear her knickers that she had been wearing all day long and had now started to insist that after we had cum, that I had to put them in my mouth whilst she spanked me. This all lasted for about 18 months & I was in heaven with a hot girlfriend good job & really happy lifestyle & then I lose my job, fucking get made redundant from my job that I had made my own & saved the company millions after Jeff died that fateful day.* * *Since I had been out of work, I had been doing all the housework, shopping, and poxy jobs that we normally shared. Penny had even started to ask me to do some ironing of her dresses and suits. It was really getting me down, and I felt more like a wife. When I got in from the shops the lights were on, and Penny was in the kitchen. She was drinking champagne. She poured me a glass and told me she wanted bahis firmaları to shag me. She said I had to go upstairs, shower, and she would be waiting for me in the bedroom. I virtually ran upstairs – the shagging with Penny was always really hot! She really loved a cock inside her and always gushed hot creamy cum out from her pussy when she orgasmed. I jumped in the shower, started to wash myself – it had been a few weeks since we shagged, and my balls were waiting to burst.I got out the shower and started to dry myself.”I’m in here, darling!” said Penny.When I walked in to the bedroom, she was wearing an amazing shiny black satin nightdress with red roses around the breast area. It was very discrete, but really horny.”Put those on for me, darling…I’m feeling horny and kinky tonight!”I looked on the bed and saw some black French knickers, suspenders, stockings, and a short white satin nightdress.”What’s this all about?” I said, getting an instant hard-on as I looked at the clothes.”I told you, darling…I’m feeling horny and kinky! Anyway, you’re my little wife now, doing all the chores around the house, aren’t you?”I really wanted to go with what she was suggesting but felt compelled to be a man and hold my ground. “No way! What do you think I am? Just because I do a few jobs round the house and sometimes wear your knickers, you think you can turn me into a girl?”The silence felt really awkward, I felt that perhaps I had pushed my luck and my confidence told me I stepped too far! I knew I had probably said too much, but it was important to be a guy – Penny liked me being assertive, she stared at me, her stare was hard like it was at work when someone fucks up. I looked away and her eyes just reconnected with mine when I turned back.”So, I have been working all fucking day for us! You on the other hand, have been skipping along to the library, skipping off to the supermarket to get a few bits before I get home like a stupid housewife. You would think when I ask my wife for a simple request of sex, that you would obey me like a good girl! We both know you love wearing my knickers! We both know you love me instructing you on what to do! Admit it, Steve or maybe I should call you Stef…you really are quite a girl? You love me making you go down on me as I rub your arse in my satin panties! You love me holding your head on my clit until I explode in your mouth! Stef, you love it! That’s why we should get married abroad…somewhere like Thailand! God, yes…you can be my wife…wear a wedding dress on the beach. They are so fucked up over there; they won’t bat an eyelid seeing you in a wedding dress! I can earn the money for us at work! You can be my dedicated housewife. What do you think? Do want to be my wife? No! Maybe you should just be my Bitch!? Oh God yeah…I think you should be my Bitch…get you a PVC maid’s uniform so you can do the housework in it! I could hire you out!? Oh, fuck me…yes! Hire you out as a sissy maid! I like that idea! I think after I have sex tonight, I will be looking at Amazon tonight…get my little Bitch a maid’s uniform!”Penny started to laugh, probably because of the look on my face, and probably because she knew it turned me on! My cock was so hard! I looked down and it was obvious behind the towel that my cock was really hard.”Jesus, Penny…where did that come from? Look…I will get a job…it’s just taking time! I spoke to some of the guys today…something will come up soon, darling! It will…you’ll see!”I felt the speech I was making would win her over! Yeah, she was just angry! She was angry because I was not earning good money! I understood that – I was upset as well! we were not going out to bars together – I missed my life at work.Penny walked straight over to me, picked up the nightdress, and screamed “Put the fucking nightdress on now, you fucking Bitch!” she stood in my face, her eyes were angry – I knew she was pissed off. My cock was still really hard. I took the nightdress from her and slowly got dressed in the outfit lying on the bed. “Now I want you to tie me up, Bitch! Tie me to the bed and fuck me in your nightdress! Come on!”I went to say something, but she indicated towards the chair on the window where I saw some rope. I walked over to the chair; the nightdress felt like a satin heaven clinging to my stockinged legs, my cock was so fucking hard. Penny looked so hot in her satin nightdress.”Hurry up, Bitch…I want you to tie me up to the bed!” She was laughing as I walked back towards her. “You really do make a sweet horny bitch, darling!”I started to tie ropes to her arms.”For fuck sake, Bitch…tie them on…tie me up!”I looked at her – she was glowing – her whole body seemed t
o be really high.”Hurry up, Bitch, before the d**gs stop working!”d**gs? What fucking d**gs was she referring to? When did she ever take d**gs?”STOPPPPPP! For fuck sake, untie me…I’m bored! Look…hold out your arms!” Penny started to tie the rope around my wrists; she seemed to know exactly what she was doing. “Sit back on the bed, Bitch!”I slid back on the bed and she finished tying my arms to the bed. Hold on…how the fuck did that happen? I was now tied to the bed! She grabbed my right leg, and before I could do anything, secured it the bed post, followed by my left leg.”So, you fucking Bitch…when were you going to tell me about your suitcase full of women’s clothes…the diary…and those tranny mags? Oh darling, that diary of yours…what a dirty fucking read that is! I have been wanking for months reading that! Jesus, you dirty little Bitch…when were you going to tell me about your little secret?”I could feel my heart pumping like mad in my chest! Oh fuck, shit, bollocks; when I moved out from home, I took the suitcase with all of Zara’s dresses and underwear that she gave me! last thing I wanted was my mum to find it! It had a load of tranny magazines in it as well called ‘Transformation’. I spent years collecting them, going to a shop in Soho, picking them up each month, then racing home, getting dressed, having a fantastic wank and relaxing. The stories in those mags made me disappear into my own girly world. Jesus, the internet had changed all of that! I spent a fortune on those mags, and now you just click on a website for free!”Answer me, Bitch?” Penny was really angry.I laid on the bed my mind was racing, my cock was so hard.”So much in that diary about your sister, Zara! God, she was so encouraging with your dressing, wasn’t she darling? What an amazing sister you have! I think you write about her quite a lot, don’t you? How you love her clothes…how pretty she is! That’s not really right though is it, referring to your sister like that? You really are very lucky…now you have me, and I love you dressed as a girl as well! What a lucky Bitch you are?” Penny stood in front of me with a mobile phone and started to take some photos. “Oh darling…you have to see these pictures of you…so fucking hot, darling! Maybe I should download them on a gay website…rent your sissy arse out for all the Gay boys? You could start earning money again!” Penny laughed out loud. “You’re such a fucking loser Stef!” Penny started to write something on her mobile, it bleeped, then she wrote something again and laughed to herself. “Oh, I really need to be fucked, darling…I told you that earlier, but not by you though…not since you lost your job! No…I need a real man…not a sissy like you! Look at you…you’re still hard…tied to the bed! You want me to humiliate you more do you? Do you? You’re such a fucking sissy, aren’t you? Go on, admit it! You are a faggot sissy whore…that’s what you wrote in your diary didn’t you? I’m a faggot sissy whore!”This was now becoming dangerous; my girlfriend was high on d**gs, taking photos of me, Oh Jesus was she sending photos out of me…God knows who she would send them to! Oh Jesus, what was she fucking playing at? I tried to escape the ropes on the bed; I was tied tight so tight, I couldn’t move.”So, here’s what will happen tonight! As my wife, you will allow me to have a lover, in role play it means I could have a Mistress, but I’m your Mistress now aren’t I Stef? So tonight I can have a real man! A man who wants to fuck my pussy! I know you will like that, because as my wife, you want me to be happy…you want to please me, don’t you Stef? Like when you suck on my pussy! You like that, don’t you darling? So here is some more humiliating information…I know this will just drive you crazy! I love girls in their underwear…girls dressed like you…stuff like you are wearing tonight! It drives me mad! I really love pretty girls…that’s why I had girlfriends in college! I had a really horny girlfriend when I was at college, we were together for nearly four years! God, she was hot and so horny…I knew everything about her, she had a sissy brother who wore her dresses! I used to tell her what she should make him wear, God that made me horny! We used to laugh so much when she would sit in my room telling me everything about him…that was always on a Sunday night! That’s when I would fuck her with my strap on, whilst she was telling me about her sissy brother Steve, God I’m getting wet again thinking about it! Do you know Zara, your sister, hated you wearing her clothes? When she told me about it, it really turned me on, that was when I decided to help her dress you! It was me that gave her all those ideas and different dresses…half of them were mine darling, you stupid fucking Bitch, I have owned you for years & you never knew it! I left college, got a job in money broking, then a few months later got Zara a job in the same company…then we got you a job…the fucking sissy brother. Everything was fine until kaçak iddaa she told me she had got a boyfriend and didn’t want us to carry on anymore! In fairness, she said I should leave you alone now. But she broke my heart Stef! My Zara was going to be with a guy rather than me! So that is when I decided to get my revenge on Zara…I started dating you instead! I got to fuck the sister & the brother, I got you to wear my panties, and sweet revenge on dear Zara, who could she tell? She is shitting herself that I will tell your family…tell her boyfriend about what a lesbian she is! She’s shitting herself about all of us having sex over the years! Oh revenge…revenge is mine!” Penny started to laugh. “Now I have you tied to the fucking bed, and I’m sending your photo everywhere! Fuck me…everyone is getting these photos of you! You will never get a job in this industry ever again! No one will know it’s me sending the pictures…thank God for throw-away, pay as you go phones…they are fucking excellent for blackmail like this! No one knows the number, but they all fucking know you, oh yes one more block text with the photos of you from your phone to all your contacts, fuck me Stef 405 contacts!”I laid there trying to take everything in – my life and my world had just ended! The bell downstairs seemed to be ringing really loudly.”Oh darling, my lover has arrived! Time for me to get fucked…bit like you, because you are being fucked right now, aren’t you, by me? Oh revenge darling is so sweet!”Penny left the room, I could hear her talking to someone downstairs, then the voices got louder, I could hear them laughing as they were walking towards the bedroom, the door opened.* * *Penny walked in first, “Look, Stef…we have a visitor, and she’s here to see you!” Penny smiled as the door opened, even more, I couldn’t believe it – it was Sandra; she was one of the senior dealers from work. She was smiling as she walked in.”Oh my God, Stef…now I know where you have been, you dirty fucking slut! You dirty horny bitch! Nobody knew what you were up to! Wait till I tell everyone in the office on Monday!”Penny and Sandra both burst out laughing. Sandra was wearing a black satin skirt, black stockings, high heels, and a white satin blouse. She turned to Penny, put her hand on her cheek, and moved her head to towards her – they started to kiss each other! They then started to hold each other very tightly. Penny started to fondle Sandra’s breasts; Sandra started to sigh in desire. I could hear the passion as they kissed each other – it was very intense! Sandra’s hand moved down to Penny’s pussy, she was massaging her pussy through her nightdress. Penny pulled her nightdress up slowly with her hand – Sandra now had access to her pussy. They were both sighing and screaming loudly as they played with each other; the kissing was very powerful as they passionately kissed each other.Sandra stopped kissing Penny and moved her attention to her left breast; she started to suck the nipple on Penny’s nightdress, her nipple was
really hard. As she sucked on the nightdress, she continued to play with Penny’s pussy – her motion was now becoming faster and faster on her pussy as she wanked her with her fingers deep inside her pussy. Sandra pushed Penny against the wall as she screamed in orgasm…”Oh, FUCK ME…FUCK ME!”Sandra kept wanking Penny off, as she screamed in ecstasy of the orgasm that was taking over her body. She pulled out two fingers from Penny’s pussy and put them in her own mouth, then she started wanking her mouth with her fingers as if it was a cock. Penny grabbed Sandra, turned her around so she was now against the wall, then she dropped to her knees, pulled up Sandra’s satin skirt, pulled her knickers down, and started to eat her pussy. She stuck her tongue straight into Sandra who was already soaking wet, her cum was really creamy and sticky as Penny drove her tongue deep inside Sandra searching for every drop of cum she could eat. Sandra pushed Penny’s head close to her pussy, encouraging every move she was making. Sandra suddenly screamed…”Oh, FUCK, I’M CUMMING!”She tightened her grip on Penny’s head as she motioned an orgasm in a rhythm as she screamed in satisfaction of her orgasm that was building up. She pushed her legs out – it seemed is if someone had pressed pause – then she screamed out again and moved her hips forwards and backwards as she orgasmed in Penny’s mouth.Sandra took her hands off Penny’s head and held the wall for support as Penny eased off Sandra’s pussy. She pulled her skirt down and stood up slowly. Sandra pulled Penny towards her; they kissed passionately using their tongues deep inside each other’s mouths.Penny turned her head to me, “That is how to give a woman an orgasm, you fucking loser! Look at you; dressed in your stockings and satin nightdress…well tonight you are going to be our bitch…our little plaything! But not yet…oh no, the night is still young…we have plans for you, but not yet, you fucking tranny bitch!”Sandra laughed as she walked over to where I was on the bed, she put her hand under my nightdress – my cock was limp. So much was happening – it was all too much for me to take on! Sandra put her hand around my cock and started to wank me off and play with one of my nipples. My cock reacted to the teasing of my nipple and the wanking.Sandra laughed, “You like that, you fucking sad little loser!? Wait till everyone else does it to you on a regular basis, because they will…trust me! You’re our little bitch now! We will start to train you tonight…train you to become a cock sucker! Soon you will only want cock in your mouth! Soon you will only orgasm when a cock is deep inside you, cumming as you orgasm! This is your future…this is how your life is going to be! You’re a sad fuck!”Penny walked over to Sandra, stroked her breasts in a teasing erotic way. “You need to train him, Sandra…I’m going to get dressed!”Penny walked out the room. Sandra walked over to me, put two fingers in her pussy, retrieved them and placed her fingers over my top lip and nostrils; she rubbed her fingers over them.”Can you smell my cum, bitch? Get used to it, because Penny has given you to me 2 days a week for your training! You’re going to be my toy…my sissy sex toy who will please me when I desire! I’m going to make you so gay…you’re going to scream for cock inside your arse when I have finished with you!”Sandra went to the doorway where she had left 3 bags; she bent down to retrieve what she wanted and walked back to me where I lay helplessly on the bed unable to escape.”Now do I lube you up and be kind? Or do I hurt you and push this in you?” she held it up; it was a large black vibrator. “Do you want lube, sissy?”I had no choice – it was too big for my arse let alone without any lube.”Please don’t hurt me, Sandra!””Sandra, Sandra…you ungrateful bitch! I am Mistress Sandra, you fucking sissy faggot! Do you understand? Mistress Sandra, the Mistress that is going to make you gay! Do you not understand what I just said to you, bitch?”I had no choice – I had to agree! I had to say sorry and agree with her! I couldn’t escape from the bed; as Penny had indicated, I was fucked!Sandra laughed “Oh poor fucking sissy faggot…are you worried I’m going to hurt you? Well be worried, because I am going to hurt you…I’m going to destroy your mind and make you beg for cock! You won’t want anything else but cock when I have reprogrammed your mind! Do you understand me?”Sandra turned the vibrator on, it buzzed loudly. She put it on the end of her nose and screamed out, then she did the same to me – it was really strong and buzzed like mad.”They say to test a new vibrator; you should put it on the end of your nose! Well bitch, that is going in that sissy arse of yours…it’s going to overwhelm you! It’s very strong…try not to pass out when you orgasm!”I felt the tip of it touch the opening of my arse, Sandra teased it around the hole, giving the impression that it was about to go inside me, then she stopped, got up from the side of the bed, and walked back over to her bags.With everything that had been going on, I hadn’t noticed the noise in the bedroom next door. I could hear some moaning of a woman? I suddenly realised it was Penny’s voice – she was screaming like she had done with Sandra! Then I heard her shout “Just cum inside me, for fuck sake! I need you to cum inside me!”I next heard a male voice in a rhythm scream shout “I’m cumming…I’m cumming! OH Fuck, I’m cumming!”I looked up and Sandra was standing beside me.”Does that turn you on, bitch? Listening to Penny being fucked by a real man…not a sissy faggot like you but a real man!? Sounds like she’s having an orgasm! Bet she never really had one with you, did she? Because you’re a tranny sissy faggot! Aren’t you? Aren’t you?”I nodded. I was getting the idea of what Sandra expected. I didn’t want to upset her, she had all the cards – I was helpless.Sandra had a syringe in her hand; not a medical one, more like a syringe used in cooking.”Let’s insert a little relaxation juice up your arse…it will get into the blood stream much quicker this way! It will help you enjoy what I’m about to do to you! Have you ever had Molly? That’s MDMA. First, it will send you dizzy, then relax that sissy faggot arse for me to play with! Relax all those tense sissy muscles so your Mistress can abuse you!”She inserted the syringe; I could feel the liquid running into my arse, then she inserted a second syringe. Again, I could feel the liquid travelling through me. She took the syringe out and spanked my arse.”Give that 10 minutes, darling, and I will be able to have my whole arm up to my elbow inside you if I decide to do it! But don’t worry; I won’t do that to you, darling…well not tonight anyway!” Sandra smiled, walked towards the door, picked up her 3 bags, looked over to me and said “Don’t go anywhere, sissy…I’m going to put something on that is more appropriate for what is coming next!”
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