The Red Panties Test Part 6
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I glanced around the second hand clothing shop to make sure that no one had seen me pick out the pink, pleated netball skirt from the rack. I hid it beneath a pair of long pants in my hand.
I felt my heart start to beat furiously as I stood next to the change room and caught the attention of the shop assistant by waving the pair of pants I was carrying, and the hidden netball skirt in front of me. He nodded and with a smile on his face motioned me to enter the change room.
I entered, and pausing only to pull the curtain across the opening of the change room, gazed at myself in the mirror. Smiling at how clever I thought I had been, I quickly took off my pants and underwear grabbed the netball skirt, held it to my face, and breathed in its smell.
God it smelt so good and the pleats felt like magic against my skin. For as long as I could remember, I had had a secret fetish for pleated skirts, especially netball skirts, and here I was about to try one on.
Without a moment’s hesitation, I wrapped the skirt around me and fastened the clasp securely. The feeling was indescribable as I ran my hand down the pleats and gazed at my image. Quickly, knowing that I didn't have much time I drove my hand beneath the skirt and started to furiously masturbate myself.
I knew it wouldn't take me long to cum and as I felt myself begin to climax I wrapped the skirt around my cock and ejaculated wave after wave of salty cum onto the skirt.
I gasped in pleasure, but becoming a little anxious about how long I was spending in the change room, I quickly removed the skirt and used it to clean up all the mess I had made. The skirt was a sorry sight now as it was covered in dripping cum.
Nevertheless, I replaced it on its hanger, put my pants back on as as fast as I could, left the change room, went to the closest rack and replaced the skirt.
I had made it. Smiling to myself, I started to head for the exit.
“Mr Brown, could you please stop the gentleman.”
A woman's voice suddenly rang out, shocking me and sending fear crackling down my spine. Suddenly I felt a strong pair of hands grab me. It was the shop assistant I had motioned to earlier. Too frightened to speak I twisted around in the man's grasp and saw a woman holding the pink netball skirt in her hand.
Luckily, for me I noticed there was no one else in the shop beside us.
“What seems to be the problem Jane?” asked the man in a strong deep voice.
Jane moved closer and held up the skirt, “Look what this little creep has done Peter. He's masturbated over a netball skirt.”
Peter looked with open disgust at the skirt and then at me. “Shall we call the police? Let them sort it out,” said Peter.
At the mention of police, I felt tears well in my eyes, “Please don't call the police! Please!” I begged, openly sobbing.
They both looked at me with disgust. “So you think we should let you off with just a warning,” shouted Jane. “You come in here and masturbate over a skirt and think we'll have no problem with that, do you?”
“I’m so sorry, I won't do it ever again,” I cried.
Peter looked at Jane, reached over, and took the skirt from her. “Perhaps I have a solution Jane. We need to do something that's going to discourage people from coming in here, stealing clothes,” and pointing at the cum slowly dripping from the skirt, “doing perverted acts like this.”
“What do you have in mind Peter?”
Peter looked at Jane once more before smiling. “This little creep obviously likes dressing up in women's clothing, so let’s dress him and put a sign around his next saying this is what happens to shoplifters.”
The colour drained from my face in horror, “But I didn't steal it, you can't make me wear women's clothes in public.”
Jane grabbed me roughly by the face and turned me towards her, “Make a decision, you do what Peter suggests or we call the cops. Your choice. And as for not stealing the skirt, you did something far worse.”
In fury, she grabbed the skirt back from Peter and shoved it in my face, smearing cum all over me.
I began to cry again, but I knew I could never face the humiliation of being taken away by police officers.
“Okay,” I finally stammered. “I'll take your punishment, I know what I did was wrong.”
“Good,” said Peter. “Jane could you take him to the back room and find something suitably humiliating for him to wear?”
“It'll be my pleasure,” replied Jane.
She grabbed me and roughly pushed me into the back room before telling me to sit on a wooden chair. While she started to look through a rack of clothes, I began to pay more attention to how Jane looked.
She was quite tall and pretty, with long hair tied back into a ponytail. She was wearing a white satin blouse and a tight knee length black skirt. I noticed the colour of her stockings were also black as were her high heel shoes. She noticed me looking at her and angrily pointed at my clothes.
“Take them off.”
I was shocked. “You want me to take my clothes off in front of you?”
She nodded. “That's right, take your clothes off or go to jail, your choice.”
I accepted my predicament and began to take my clothes off. God, it was so humiliating. Never before had I felt so humiliated.
It wasn't long before I was standing in front of her completely naked.
She suppressed a small smile, “I can see now why you like pretending to be a girl.”
Humiliated, I clasped my hands over my small penis. She was correct of course. I was a failure as a man. I had a small thin body with no body hair. She laughed again, this time holding her hands to her mouth to hide her laughter.
“I am surprised though that such a small penis could make such as big mess of that skirt.”
I felt so humiliated about how she was making fun of my cock, but the humiliation became even worse when she handed me a pair of pink satin panties.
“Put them on,” she ordered.
I did as I was told, but I had to admit the panties felt amazing as they slid up my legs. Next Jane threw a pair of silky black stockings at me and told me to also put them on. As I was pulling them up my legs, I saw her pull out a matching satin bra to the panties I was wearing and then she walked over and stood behind me.
I felt her place the bra around me and she began to fasten the clasps at the back. She was so close to me. Was it my imagination or was she pressing herself against me. Not knowing how to react I stood there docilely as she stuffed a pair of rolled up socks into my bra and swung me around.
“Oh very nice,” she breathed.
It began to occur to me that at that moment, she was actually enjoying dressing me up.
“Now what to wear,” Jane mused to herself. Her eyes suddenly lit up as she saw in the Halloween section a sexy black PVC frenchmaid uniform. “Oh perfect,” she exclaimed.
She grabbed the dress and tossed it at me, telling me to put it on. Obeying her, I slipped on the dress. The material made a rustling crackling noise as I smoothed the dress into place. Jane helped me by zipping the back of the dress up.
“Perfect. All you need now is a little make-up and some high heels."
Not long later, I was led back in the shop and immediately saw the surprised glances of several shoppers as they gazed at me in wonder. I had never felt so humiliated. Peter, who had a paper sign in his hand, came up to us with a surprised look on his face.
“God Jane, you went the whole way with him didn't you. He looks like a real girl.”
“He does, doesn't he?” replied Jane with a smile. “Now let’s get back to work. You,” she said pointing at me,” put this sign around your neck and stand next to the front window.”
I put the sign around my neck, only glancing at the words, this is what happens to shoplifters, and stood next to the window, and for the next hour endured the laughter and mocking smiles of the people who ventured into the store.
I spent most of the time with my head bowed down, but occasionally I lifted my head and glanced about. I noticed that Jane had left the shop. She must have gone to the back room, I thought to myself.
Just then to my shock, Jane re-entered the shop wearing a bright yellow netball skirt. My knees went weak. What was she playing at? Was she trying to make me feel worse? It didn't make any sense, but I couldn't keep my eyes off her.
Jane moved about the shop, helping customers, and one time while helping one customer, a gust of wind blew into the shop and lifted Jane's netball skirt into the air, where it fluttered and flapped in the breeze. She smoothed her skirt down and deliberately looked at me.
It suddenly dawned on me what she was doing and to my horror, I suddenly felt my cock swell and push against the skirt of the frenchmaid uniform. I tried to smooth down the dress but it was obvious what was happening. Peter certainly did notice and angrily grabbed me by the arm and dragged me into the back room and threw me roughly against the wall.
Before I could move, he pinned me to the wall. “What the hell do you think you're doing, getting an erection in the middle of the shop? What kind of sicko are you?”
Peter was strong and I was helpless in his grip, but nonetheless I struggled against him and then to my horror, he bent over and roughly thrust his groin himself against me.
Oh, my god I thought to myself, he's turned on by me. Just then, Jane entered the room.
“What’s the problem Peter?”
Peter very quickly pulled away from me.
"This little sicko had an erection for everyone to see out there in the shop."
I turned to Jane; ready to tell her how Peter had thrust himself against me, when out of nowhere Peter slapped me hard on the face. In shock, I fell down, holding my hand to my cheek. Before I knew it, Peter had produced a role of duct tape and proceeded to gag me with it by wrapping many layers over my mouth.
“Peter, what the hell are you doing?” exclaimed Jane.
Peter turned to Jane,” I have to get back into the shop; I want you to tie this thing up. Do you understand me? And don't take off the gag.”
“Sure Peter,” replied Jane in a voice slightly taken aback. With that, Peter left the back room leaving me in the presence of Jane. I tried to say what he had done to me, but due to the gag, no words came out.
“I'm sorry but I have to tie you up. We're legally allowed to restrain you as you committed a crime in our store.“
With that, Jane made me sit on a wooden chair and proceeded to tie my hands behind my back. She was certainly good at tying knots and before I knew it, my hands were securely tied. Next, she tied my ankles tightly together. As she worked on securing me, often times her netball skirt brushed against me causing my cock to swell. Next, she tied my knees together then bound my elbows together. Lastly, she tied a piece of rope to my ankles and secured it to my wrists.
I was helpless. She looked at me and smiled.
“I guess this is all my fault. I shouldn't have worn this netball skirt and got you all worked up.” She ran her hand down the skirt. “Do you think I look sexy in this skirt?”
I nodded my head. God she looked amazing; satin blouse, black stockings and a pleated netball skirt.
“Would you like to cum over this netball skirt as well?” Jane asked in a slightly breathless voice.
Stunned I stared at her and nodded my head. Without a moment’s hesitation Jane dropped to her knees in front of me, raised the hem of my PVC dress, pulled out my cock, and began to suck me off.
I moaned in delight and pulled against the ropes holding me as Jane continued to suck on my cock. After a few minutes, she abruptly stood up reached under her skirt and pulled off her panties.
“Do you want me to fuck you now?”
I could only nod yes. Jane stood over me a slowly lowered herself onto my cock. Her pussy felt hot and warm as it enveloped me. The netball skirt fanned out around Jane, covering me. Slowly she began to thrust against me, moaning as she did so. Her thrusts became harder and harder as she began to kiss me through the gag.
I started to moan loudly as I felt myself beginning to cum. Sensing what was going to happen Jane pulled my cock out of her and wrapped her netball skirt around it before savagely jerking me off. I came spurting cum all over Jane's skirt.
She smiled and stood up. I watched as cum dripped from the front of her skirt onto the floor.
“Well looks like you got your wish, that's another skirt you've ruined.”
Jane removed the netball skirt and tossed it into the corner. Next, she went over to the spare rack, pulled out a hot pink PVC skirt, and slipped into it. The material made a rustling noise as she pulled the skirt over her hips. God she looked so hot in it. Without another word, she turned around and left.
An hour passed before Jane accompanied by Peter entered the room. Peter motioned for Jane to stand next to me before he started to speak.
“What neither of you know is that I have a camera in this room and I know exactly what has happened in here.”
Jane's face dropped in surprise. Before she could speak, Peter cut her off.
“This is how it goes.” he looked at me before speaking. “Either you suck my cock or your little friend Jane here loses her job. What's it going to be?”
I looked at Jane's horrified face and decided I had to help her. I nodded my agreement. With eyes brimming with tears, Jane bent down and kissed me.
“Oh thank you so much, this job is all I have.”
“Touching,” murmured Peter.
“Now untie him and then I want the both of you to put on these outfits. He tossed a bag at Jane and motioned her to get dressed first.
Inside Jane found a pair of shiny, spandex tights. She took her stockings off and put the spandex tights on. Next, there was a skin-tight lycra top. Removing her blouse and bra, she put it on. The next item was a gleaming white netball skirt. At the sight of it, my eyes opened wide.
Lastly was a plastic very shiny Adidas windbreaker jacket that made an incredible amount of noise when Jane moved in it.
Smiling, Peter ran his hands over Jane, making a rustling noise from her jacket as he did so. As soon as he reached her hands, he held them close together and tied them together.
“Now get on your knees. You don't know how long I've been waiting for this to happen.”
Meekly Jane dropped to her knees and watched as Peter took off his pants, exposing his enormous cock in the process. Before a surprised Jane could react, he thrust his cock into her mouth. Jane began to suck on his cock struggling to take it all into her mouth.
After a while, Peter stopped her, walked over to me and untied me.
“Now get dressed.”
Before long, I was kneeling next to Jane and dressed identically to her.
“Don't you two look so pretty in your little white netball skirts,” sneered Peter. “Why not a little kiss for each other?”
We looked at each other shyly before we started kissing. My passion took over and I embraced Jane to me kissing her wildly. Our plastic nylon jackets rasped against each other as we kissed.
“How sweet,” muttered Peter.
He crossed over to us, grabbed me forcing my hands behind my back, and tied them together.
“Now let’s see you express your love for your new girlfriend here.”
With that, Peter made Jane stand up and I was made to kneel in front of her. “I think you know what to do,” said Peter.
I put my head under Jane's skirt and began to lick her pussy. Jane moaned in pleasure as my head bobbed back and forth under her skirt. This made Peter incredibly horny and he pulled me away from Jane and shoved his cock into my mouth.
I loved the feeling of his cock, of course, I had known for a long time that I was bisexual and here I was sucking on cock and pussy. It was a dream come true.
In the meantime, Jane watched as I sucked Peter's cock. It didn't take her long to crawl over and put her head under my skirt and begin sucking me off. Seeing this Peter pulled out of my mouth arranged Jane and me into a 69 position with me on top. He then bent over us and inserted his cock into me.
The pain was great. It felt wonderful. Beneath me, I felt Jane orgasm as I licked her pussy. After a while Peter stopped, pulled out of me, grabbed some rope and started to tie Jane and I face to face. Our legs were tied together as was our upper bodies. He then lay us on the floor.
”Let’s play a game. I role you and whoever is on top gets fucked. He then rolled us. I found myself under Jane. Peter smiled and wasted no time in thrusting himself into Jane's ass. Jane moaned and kissed me thrusting her tongue deep into my mouth.
Next, it was my turn. We were rolled over and Peter fucked my arse. It was all too much for me and I felt myself cum. Jane laughed before gasping. ” I guess that's the third netball skirt you've ruined tonight."
She was interrupted as Peter then thrust his cock into her mouth and cummed hard. He pulled out exhausted and Jane passionately kissed me, pushing the cum into my mouth.
It had all started with me masturbating onto a netball skirt, and had ended up with me tied to a girl as she pushed another man's cum into my mouth with her tongue. What a day it had been.
It had all started with me masturbating onto a netball skirt, and had ended up with me tied to a girl as she pushed another man's cum into my mouth with her tongue. What a day it had been.
I felt my heart start to beat furiously as I stood next to the change room and caught the attention of the shop assistant by waving the pair of pants I was carrying, and the hidden netball skirt in front of me. He nodded and with a smile on his face motioned me to enter the change room.
I entered, and pausing only to pull the curtain across the opening of the change room, gazed at myself in the mirror. Smiling at how clever I thought I had been, I quickly took off my pants and underwear grabbed the netball skirt, held it to my face, and breathed in its smell.
God it smelt so good and the pleats felt like magic against my skin. For as long as I could remember, I had had a secret fetish for pleated skirts, especially netball skirts, and here I was about to try one on.
Without a moment’s hesitation, I wrapped the skirt around me and fastened the clasp securely. The feeling was indescribable as I ran my hand down the pleats and gazed at my image. Quickly, knowing that I didn't have much time I drove my hand beneath the skirt and started to furiously masturbate myself.
I knew it wouldn't take me long to cum and as I felt myself begin to climax I wrapped the skirt around my cock and ejaculated wave after wave of salty cum onto the skirt.
I gasped in pleasure, but becoming a little anxious about how long I was spending in the change room, I quickly removed the skirt and used it to clean up all the mess I had made. The skirt was a sorry sight now as it was covered in dripping cum.
Nevertheless, I replaced it on its hanger, put my pants back on as as fast as I could, left the change room, went to the closest rack and replaced the skirt.
I had made it. Smiling to myself, I started to head for the exit.
“Mr Brown, could you please stop the gentleman.”
A woman's voice suddenly rang out, shocking me and sending fear crackling down my spine. Suddenly I felt a strong pair of hands grab me. It was the shop assistant I had motioned to earlier. Too frightened to speak I twisted around in the man's grasp and saw a woman holding the pink netball skirt in her hand.
Luckily, for me I noticed there was no one else in the shop beside us.
“What seems to be the problem Jane?” asked the man in a strong deep voice.
Jane moved closer and held up the skirt, “Look what this little creep has done Peter. He's masturbated over a netball skirt.”
Peter looked with open disgust at the skirt and then at me. “Shall we call the police? Let them sort it out,” said Peter.
At the mention of police, I felt tears well in my eyes, “Please don't call the police! Please!” I begged, openly sobbing.
They both looked at me with disgust. “So you think we should let you off with just a warning,” shouted Jane. “You come in here and masturbate over a skirt and think we'll have no problem with that, do you?”
“I’m so sorry, I won't do it ever again,” I cried.
Peter looked at Jane, reached over, and took the skirt from her. “Perhaps I have a solution Jane. We need to do something that's going to discourage people from coming in here, stealing clothes,” and pointing at the cum slowly dripping from the skirt, “doing perverted acts like this.”
“What do you have in mind Peter?”
Peter looked at Jane once more before smiling. “This little creep obviously likes dressing up in women's clothing, so let’s dress him and put a sign around his next saying this is what happens to shoplifters.”
The colour drained from my face in horror, “But I didn't steal it, you can't make me wear women's clothes in public.”
Jane grabbed me roughly by the face and turned me towards her, “Make a decision, you do what Peter suggests or we call the cops. Your choice. And as for not stealing the skirt, you did something far worse.”
In fury, she grabbed the skirt back from Peter and shoved it in my face, smearing cum all over me.
I began to cry again, but I knew I could never face the humiliation of being taken away by police officers.
“Okay,” I finally stammered. “I'll take your punishment, I know what I did was wrong.”
“Good,” said Peter. “Jane could you take him to the back room and find something suitably humiliating for him to wear?”
“It'll be my pleasure,” replied Jane.
She grabbed me and roughly pushed me into the back room before telling me to sit on a wooden chair. While she started to look through a rack of clothes, I began to pay more attention to how Jane looked.
She was quite tall and pretty, with long hair tied back into a ponytail. She was wearing a white satin blouse and a tight knee length black skirt. I noticed the colour of her stockings were also black as were her high heel shoes. She noticed me looking at her and angrily pointed at my clothes.
“Take them off.”
I was shocked. “You want me to take my clothes off in front of you?”
She nodded. “That's right, take your clothes off or go to jail, your choice.”
I accepted my predicament and began to take my clothes off. God, it was so humiliating. Never before had I felt so humiliated.
It wasn't long before I was standing in front of her completely naked.
She suppressed a small smile, “I can see now why you like pretending to be a girl.”
Humiliated, I clasped my hands over my small penis. She was correct of course. I was a failure as a man. I had a small thin body with no body hair. She laughed again, this time holding her hands to her mouth to hide her laughter.
“I am surprised though that such a small penis could make such as big mess of that skirt.”
I felt so humiliated about how she was making fun of my cock, but the humiliation became even worse when she handed me a pair of pink satin panties.
“Put them on,” she ordered.
I did as I was told, but I had to admit the panties felt amazing as they slid up my legs. Next Jane threw a pair of silky black stockings at me and told me to also put them on. As I was pulling them up my legs, I saw her pull out a matching satin bra to the panties I was wearing and then she walked over and stood behind me.
I felt her place the bra around me and she began to fasten the clasps at the back. She was so close to me. Was it my imagination or was she pressing herself against me. Not knowing how to react I stood there docilely as she stuffed a pair of rolled up socks into my bra and swung me around.
“Oh very nice,” she breathed.
It began to occur to me that at that moment, she was actually enjoying dressing me up.
“Now what to wear,” Jane mused to herself. Her eyes suddenly lit up as she saw in the Halloween section a sexy black PVC frenchmaid uniform. “Oh perfect,” she exclaimed.
She grabbed the dress and tossed it at me, telling me to put it on. Obeying her, I slipped on the dress. The material made a rustling crackling noise as I smoothed the dress into place. Jane helped me by zipping the back of the dress up.
“Perfect. All you need now is a little make-up and some high heels."
Not long later, I was led back in the shop and immediately saw the surprised glances of several shoppers as they gazed at me in wonder. I had never felt so humiliated. Peter, who had a paper sign in his hand, came up to us with a surprised look on his face.
“God Jane, you went the whole way with him didn't you. He looks like a real girl.”
“He does, doesn't he?” replied Jane with a smile. “Now let’s get back to work. You,” she said pointing at me,” put this sign around your neck and stand next to the front window.”
I put the sign around my neck, only glancing at the words, this is what happens to shoplifters, and stood next to the window, and for the next hour endured the laughter and mocking smiles of the people who ventured into the store.
I spent most of the time with my head bowed down, but occasionally I lifted my head and glanced about. I noticed that Jane had left the shop. She must have gone to the back room, I thought to myself.
Just then to my shock, Jane re-entered the shop wearing a bright yellow netball skirt. My knees went weak. What was she playing at? Was she trying to make me feel worse? It didn't make any sense, but I couldn't keep my eyes off her.
Jane moved about the shop, helping customers, and one time while helping one customer, a gust of wind blew into the shop and lifted Jane's netball skirt into the air, where it fluttered and flapped in the breeze. She smoothed her skirt down and deliberately looked at me.
It suddenly dawned on me what she was doing and to my horror, I suddenly felt my cock swell and push against the skirt of the frenchmaid uniform. I tried to smooth down the dress but it was obvious what was happening. Peter certainly did notice and angrily grabbed me by the arm and dragged me into the back room and threw me roughly against the wall.
Before I could move, he pinned me to the wall. “What the hell do you think you're doing, getting an erection in the middle of the shop? What kind of sicko are you?”
Peter was strong and I was helpless in his grip, but nonetheless I struggled against him and then to my horror, he bent over and roughly thrust his groin himself against me.
Oh, my god I thought to myself, he's turned on by me. Just then, Jane entered the room.
“What’s the problem Peter?”
Peter very quickly pulled away from me.
"This little sicko had an erection for everyone to see out there in the shop."
I turned to Jane; ready to tell her how Peter had thrust himself against me, when out of nowhere Peter slapped me hard on the face. In shock, I fell down, holding my hand to my cheek. Before I knew it, Peter had produced a role of duct tape and proceeded to gag me with it by wrapping many layers over my mouth.
“Peter, what the hell are you doing?” exclaimed Jane.
Peter turned to Jane,” I have to get back into the shop; I want you to tie this thing up. Do you understand me? And don't take off the gag.”
“Sure Peter,” replied Jane in a voice slightly taken aback. With that, Peter left the back room leaving me in the presence of Jane. I tried to say what he had done to me, but due to the gag, no words came out.
“I'm sorry but I have to tie you up. We're legally allowed to restrain you as you committed a crime in our store.“
With that, Jane made me sit on a wooden chair and proceeded to tie my hands behind my back. She was certainly good at tying knots and before I knew it, my hands were securely tied. Next, she tied my ankles tightly together. As she worked on securing me, often times her netball skirt brushed against me causing my cock to swell. Next, she tied my knees together then bound my elbows together. Lastly, she tied a piece of rope to my ankles and secured it to my wrists.
I was helpless. She looked at me and smiled.
“I guess this is all my fault. I shouldn't have worn this netball skirt and got you all worked up.” She ran her hand down the skirt. “Do you think I look sexy in this skirt?”
I nodded my head. God she looked amazing; satin blouse, black stockings and a pleated netball skirt.
“Would you like to cum over this netball skirt as well?” Jane asked in a slightly breathless voice.
Stunned I stared at her and nodded my head. Without a moment’s hesitation Jane dropped to her knees in front of me, raised the hem of my PVC dress, pulled out my cock, and began to suck me off.
I moaned in delight and pulled against the ropes holding me as Jane continued to suck on my cock. After a few minutes, she abruptly stood up reached under her skirt and pulled off her panties.
“Do you want me to fuck you now?”
I could only nod yes. Jane stood over me a slowly lowered herself onto my cock. Her pussy felt hot and warm as it enveloped me. The netball skirt fanned out around Jane, covering me. Slowly she began to thrust against me, moaning as she did so. Her thrusts became harder and harder as she began to kiss me through the gag.
I started to moan loudly as I felt myself beginning to cum. Sensing what was going to happen Jane pulled my cock out of her and wrapped her netball skirt around it before savagely jerking me off. I came spurting cum all over Jane's skirt.
She smiled and stood up. I watched as cum dripped from the front of her skirt onto the floor.
“Well looks like you got your wish, that's another skirt you've ruined.”
Jane removed the netball skirt and tossed it into the corner. Next, she went over to the spare rack, pulled out a hot pink PVC skirt, and slipped into it. The material made a rustling noise as she pulled the skirt over her hips. God she looked so hot in it. Without another word, she turned around and left.
An hour passed before Jane accompanied by Peter entered the room. Peter motioned for Jane to stand next to me before he started to speak.
“What neither of you know is that I have a camera in this room and I know exactly what has happened in here.”
Jane's face dropped in surprise. Before she could speak, Peter cut her off.
“This is how it goes.” he looked at me before speaking. “Either you suck my cock or your little friend Jane here loses her job. What's it going to be?”
I looked at Jane's horrified face and decided I had to help her. I nodded my agreement. With eyes brimming with tears, Jane bent down and kissed me.
“Oh thank you so much, this job is all I have.”
“Touching,” murmured Peter.
“Now untie him and then I want the both of you to put on these outfits. He tossed a bag at Jane and motioned her to get dressed first.
Inside Jane found a pair of shiny, spandex tights. She took her stockings off and put the spandex tights on. Next, there was a skin-tight lycra top. Removing her blouse and bra, she put it on. The next item was a gleaming white netball skirt. At the sight of it, my eyes opened wide.
Lastly was a plastic very shiny Adidas windbreaker jacket that made an incredible amount of noise when Jane moved in it.
Smiling, Peter ran his hands over Jane, making a rustling noise from her jacket as he did so. As soon as he reached her hands, he held them close together and tied them together.
“Now get on your knees. You don't know how long I've been waiting for this to happen.”
Meekly Jane dropped to her knees and watched as Peter took off his pants, exposing his enormous cock in the process. Before a surprised Jane could react, he thrust his cock into her mouth. Jane began to suck on his cock struggling to take it all into her mouth.
After a while, Peter stopped her, walked over to me and untied me.
“Now get dressed.”
Before long, I was kneeling next to Jane and dressed identically to her.
“Don't you two look so pretty in your little white netball skirts,” sneered Peter. “Why not a little kiss for each other?”
We looked at each other shyly before we started kissing. My passion took over and I embraced Jane to me kissing her wildly. Our plastic nylon jackets rasped against each other as we kissed.
“How sweet,” muttered Peter.
He crossed over to us, grabbed me forcing my hands behind my back, and tied them together.
“Now let’s see you express your love for your new girlfriend here.”
With that, Peter made Jane stand up and I was made to kneel in front of her. “I think you know what to do,” said Peter.
I put my head under Jane's skirt and began to lick her pussy. Jane moaned in pleasure as my head bobbed back and forth under her skirt. This made Peter incredibly horny and he pulled me away from Jane and shoved his cock into my mouth.
I loved the feeling of his cock, of course, I had known for a long time that I was bisexual and here I was sucking on cock and pussy. It was a dream come true.
In the meantime, Jane watched as I sucked Peter's cock. It didn't take her long to crawl over and put her head under my skirt and begin sucking me off. Seeing this Peter pulled out of my mouth arranged Jane and me into a 69 position with me on top. He then bent over us and inserted his cock into me.
The pain was great. It felt wonderful. Beneath me, I felt Jane orgasm as I licked her pussy. After a while Peter stopped, pulled out of me, grabbed some rope and started to tie Jane and I face to face. Our legs were tied together as was our upper bodies. He then lay us on the floor.
”Let’s play a game. I role you and whoever is on top gets fucked. He then rolled us. I found myself under Jane. Peter smiled and wasted no time in thrusting himself into Jane's ass. Jane moaned and kissed me thrusting her tongue deep into my mouth.
Next, it was my turn. We were rolled over and Peter fucked my arse. It was all too much for me and I felt myself cum. Jane laughed before gasping. ” I guess that's the third netball skirt you've ruined tonight."
She was interrupted as Peter then thrust his cock into her mouth and cummed hard. He pulled out exhausted and Jane passionately kissed me, pushing the cum into my mouth.
It had all started with me masturbating onto a netball skirt, and had ended up with me tied to a girl as she pushed another man's cum into my mouth with her tongue. What a day it had been.
It had all started with me masturbating onto a netball skirt, and had ended up with me tied to a girl as she pushed another man's cum into my mouth with her tongue. What a day it had been.
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