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We were having a guest run a meeting for us. We were all seated around the usual round conference table. She was standing on the other side of me. The first sight of her was riveting. A tall woman, beautiful, with long straight dark hair, wearing a black skirted suit, the skirt pencil tight, the short jacket buttoned over a white blouse, both tight over her bust, the shirt unbuttoned enough to show some cleavage.
Best of all, for me, she wore no stockings. The skirt was above the knee, and her strong, long bare legs ended in black high heels with open toes. I worked hard to give the appearance of attending closely to her talk, but keeping her well in sight was my main focus.
At times, I was able to move my chair back enough to focus more on her legs and feet under the table. Fortunately, I didn't have to interact - her talk was a lecture, with slides. After the talk ended, I made my way back to my office. Left alone, I probably would have made my way to the restroom at some point, to replay the image of her in my mind, in a stall with my pants and undies down, stroking my hard cock. But while I was sitting there, my office door open, she appeared!
"Hi," she said, her hand out. I stood up and extended mine.
"Rachel," she said. I nodded.
"I enjoyed your talk."
"I could tell," she said, smiling. "Do you mind?" She reached behind her and closed the door. "Please, sit," she said.
She was still standing, but I sat, looking up at her. She moved a bit closer. "I noticed you staring at my legs and feet," she said. I started denying it but she hushed me with a hand up for 'stop'. "I had a boyfriend once," she continued. "He was really into legs and feet. He used to get so excited whenever I took my shoes off or let him touch my legs. You're like that too, right?"
My thoughts were racing. I was scared to be so revealed but at the same time more excited than I'd ever been. I felt helpless to control my arousal. The result was that I nodded. She smiled. She pulled over the visitor chair and moved it just across from me. As she sat down her tight skirt slipped up so I could see her bare thighs. My arousal grew.
Then she slipped off one of her shoes. She put her bare foot up on the edge of my chair between my knees. Her tight skirt moved up further and I could see more of her between her thighs.
"Show me what you like," she said. "Touch my foot."
Increasingly aroused, I let my hand drop and gently touched her foot. "Good boy," she said. She moved her foot forward until her toes touched my groin. I gasped at the touch. Keeping her toes there, she leaned over so her face was closer to mine, and spoke softly. "My boyfriend was also a sissy," she said. "He liked to wear my clothes, and he had a little girl name he called himself. You too?"
I nodded again, helpless to hide from her. "What's your name, little one?" I sighed, unable to not take that step.
"Jennifer," I whispered, looking down, completely ashamed and completely excited.
"That's a good little girl, Jennifer," she said. I heard myself moan. She lifted her foot so it was in front of my face. I was looking right between her legs now, at her pantied 'v'. She touched my lips with her big toe. "Open your mouth, little Jennifer," she said. I did, and she slipped her toe between my lips.
I licked her toe, my eyes closed, in a state of aroused ecstasy. She put her foot down on the edge of my chair again, then leaned forward and undid my belt, then unzipped my pants. "Lift your butt," she said. "Take down your pants and undies," she said.
Completely submissive, unable to do anything but focus on her and on my arousal, I pulled my undies down over my erection, then pushed my pants and undies down to my knees, still sitting. She lifted her foot over the clothes, the beautiful soft sole of her foot now facing my bare groin and hard cock.
"Show me how much you want me to touch you," she said. "Go ahead."
I moved forward on the chair until my balls and cock were against the bottom of her foot. Helplessly excited, I began making little fucking motions of my hips, so that my cock pressed rhythmically against her sole. My breathing quickened. In seconds, I leaked pre-come.
"Good girl, little Jenny," she said, her every word deepening my submission and excitement. "Fuck mommy's foot." My eyes fluttered, closed for a second with my arousal, then open to take in the delicious sight of her. I fucked her foot, smooth and warm.
Suddenly I came, my juices flowing out onto her sole, then dripping down my cock and balls, and onto the chair. I pressed hard against her, and she pressed back until I was done. She lifted her foot, holding it up in front of me. "Clean me," she said. I took her foot in both hands, lifting her to my mouth, then licking all of my come off of her, swallowing my come as I did. When I was finished, she stood up. She put her shoes back on.
"Take everything off," she said, and I did, removing my socks and shoes while standing, then my tie and shirt. I was naked now. "Lie down," she said, and I did, on the floor, feeling the cold wood on my butt. She stood over me.
She took off her panties. She stood astride me, her legs on either side of my body. She stepped up so that she was standing right over my head. I stared up between her long legs, seeing her bare pussy. She squatted, so that her pussy was now right above my head, close to my face. "Open your mouth, little girl," she said. I did. Her pussy right above my mouth, she began to pee, right in my mouth.
Her urine filled me and I swallowed as much as I could, some of it spilling out onto the floor. She kept going until she was finished. The taste of it was salty but clean. My body was completely soaked and the floor also wet with her pee. She stood up. "Use your shirt to wipe off," she said.
I sat up and grabbed my shirt, then got on my knees and dried myself as best as I could. I always kept a roll of paper towels in my desk and had a quick thought that I could use those to get the floor dry later. As I scrambled around on my knees in front of her, wet with her pee, I could feel the abject humiliation of it exciting me anew. This was what I craved. The fact that this woman knew this about me was incredibly arousing.
She picked up her panties from where she'd dropped them and held them out to me. Still on my knees, I reached up for them. "Wear these," she said. "And come to my place later." She took a pen from my desk and wrote something on one of my cards. "And wear something girly," she said. "It doesn't have to be drag, but something. You figure it out."
She smiled that enigmatic smile again, then turned and left, closing the door behind her. I hurried to the desk and looked at the card. A midtown address and apartment number were on it. I got the paper towels and, still naked, wiped off the floor. Then I slipped on the panties. As I pulled on the rest of my clothes, I thrilled at having her panties on underneath, a constant reminder of what had happened. I knew I'd be at her apartment later.
My shirt so soaked, I couldn't stay at work, so I quickly put on my outer coat over my bare chest and left the office, with a note on my door to say I was out the rest of the day. Fortunately, I often worked off-site, so I had the ability to leave mid-day. Once home, I showered then took the time to do something I had done before, on occasion, always wanting to feel 'girly', even though I'd never gone this far. I shaved my body as close as I could, then showered again.
I put her panties back on, then found my tightest pair of jeans to wear. I also had a t-shirt too tight for me and slipped that on as well. I had a pair of wedge sandals I'd had for a long time and had always thought of as being a little femme, so I put those on. A bit embarrassed at my outfit, I covered myself with a trenchcoat, took the card, and left.
The building was nice, the apartment on an upper floor. I rang the bell, nervously, and when the door opened, it wasn't her that answered. Instead, there was a guy, nice looking, about my age and build, so on the thin side, and very obviously femme. No make-up, but he was wearing a woman's short robe and underneath nothing but pink panties.
"Ah," he said, "you must be Jenny. Rachel said I'd see you." He smiled, held out his hand, and gently pulled me inside.
"I'm Chris," he said. I felt myself slipping into a submissive 'girly' space. I nodded and smiled, and followed him in.
"Rachel said we should get to know each other, and she'll join us soon." I felt excited again, and could hardly speak. He led me over to a couch, lay down on it and looked up at me. His robe opened and I could see the bulge of his cock in the tight panties. My mouth was dry.
"Let me see your panties, Jenny," he said. I wanted to show him. I undid my jeans and pushed them to my knees. I now had my own little bulge in my panties and I knew he could see that. He reached one hand up to my groin and gently felt my balls. My hands were at my sides. I wanted him to touch me.
"Nice," he said, his voice soft. "Let's get you comfortable," he said. He sat up, reached down to slip off my sandals, then helped me off with my jeans. When I was just in my panties and 't' he guided me down onto the couch, and the two of us lay together, face to face. He kissed me then, his lips on mine, his tongue between my lips. I sighed and pressed my body against his. I wanted this. I could feel my pantied groin against his, my cock, now hard, against his. I moaned and kissed him back. Then I heard the door open.
"Ah, there's my good little girls," Rachel said. We separated and both sat up. She stood in front of us. We both just waited, silent. She grabbed a nearby chair and moved it so that she was sitting across from us.
"Sit there just like that," she said. "Closer, though." We each moved closer so that our hips were touching. She slipped off her shoes. She was sitting close enough to the couch to easily reach us. She put her feet up so that one foot was between my knees and the other between Chris'.
"Panties down, girls," she said. As if our movements were synchronized, we each pulled our panties down enough to free our cocks. Just as she'd done to me in the office, she moved her feet up over our panties so she could easily reach us, then touched our cocks with her soles and toes. As if with one voice, I heard us both make a little noise, of eager arousal. She began pressing her feet against us.
"Hold hands," Rachel said. We reached for each other, my left in his right. "And when you're about to come, squeeze your friend's hand, like a good little girl." Her words were just as exciting as the touch of her foot, and the sight of her, her skirt pulled up, her bare thighs and pantied groin, her hands now pressing and touching against her pussy.
I was so excited. I knew my mouth was open. I felt I was gasping for air. I glanced left at Chris. He was fully erect but not yet leaking. Both of us were making little fucking motions with our hips, pressing ourselves against her feet. Suddenly, I felt my arousal going over the edge. I moaned aloud, over and over, 'uh 'uh'. I began to come, my juices spurting out over Rachel's toes and dripping down her sole. I remembered to squeeze Chris' hand in mine. He looked down at my groin. As he did, he began to come, squeezing my hand back. We held each other tightly, as we both came.
After a minute, Rachel leaned back and put her feet down, both feet covered with our come. "On your knees, girls," she said. We scrambled off the couch, still next to each other, our panties below our knees, and knelt at her feet. Rachel crossed her ankles.
"Lick each others' come," she said. We both hesitated, but just for a second. Then I bent down and began, tongue out, licking and sucking Chris' come off of Rachel's foot, while he did the same with mine. When she was clean, she sat back and so did we, on our haunches, mouths and faces covered with each other's juices.
"Now kiss," she said, and we did, turning to each other, our mouths together, sucking and kissing, sharing the come. "Good girls," Rachel said. "Now panties off and heel," she said as if commanding dogs. She stood up and started toward the bathroom. As if by instinct, we both shimmied off our panties and stayed on our knees and crawled next to each other after her.
Entering the bathroom, she motioned to us to get in the tub, and we did. She bent over, arranging us in there so that we were each sitting, cross-legged, our knees touching, our feet in each other's lap, our soft penises and smooth bellies against each other's toes and soles. It was an awkward posture to hold but we moved around and made it work. Meanwhile, we saw Rachel strip everything off. It was the first time I saw her completely naked. The sight of her was riveting. Her body was so beautiful, top to bottom. She stood over us, outside the tub.
"Make peepee, girls," she said. Having just come, we both had to go, so it didn't take long before we began wetting. As we peed, the pee went up and down on ourselves and each other as well. "Good girls," Rachel said, those words becoming a mantra, the most exciting thing she could say. I wanted to be her little girl, an effeminate, submissive little slut for her, a pet and a toy. Apparently, Chris had the same desires. Neither of us was hard again yet, but I could tell he was excited as well. Rachel turned and got something from the medicine cabinet above the sink.
"On your knees, girls," she said. She then stepped into the tub between us. "Now you're puppies," she said, "so hump mommy's leg." I moved close against her long leg, wrapped my arms around her thigh and pressed my groin against her calf, my erection growing against her. Chris did the same at her other leg. "Sit on my foot," she said.
I moved down so that my butt was resting on top of her foot, my groin now against her ankle, my arms still around her leg, by her knee. We sat there like that for a minute, enjoying the exquisite, arousing closeness and touch of her legs and feet. And then she began to pee, the pee flowing down her legs.
"Lick," she said. I pressed my mouth against her leg, my tongue out, catching her pee as it cascaded down her onto me, taking it into my mouth and swallowing. With her foot below my butt, she moved a bit so it was between my cheeks, and then moved her big toe so it was against my anus, entering me a bit. I moaned, erect and excited against her smooth skin. Lost in my own arousal, I barely saw Chris next to me, probably in the same state.
Almost unaware of it, I began moving a little, so that Rachel's big toe was fucking me, in and out of me a little. At the same time, my motion pressed my erection against her calf, building my arousal. My hands around her calf, I was humping her leg. "Touch each other," Rachel said, and I reached across the short span to gently touch Chris' balls, then stroke his penis as he moved it against her leg. Soon our motions quickened. Both of us were making the same 'girly' sounds of arousal. Then, almost in sync, we began to come, our juices spurting out against her legs.
After a minute, Rachel stepped away from us, under the showerhead. Exhausted but glowing, I sank down onto the tub floor, onto the wetness of her pee. She turned on the shower and we stood to clean ourselves up. Then we stepped out of the tub, and used cleaners she handed us to make the tub sparkle again. Leaving us there to the task, she dried and got herself dressed then, without saying goodbye, we heard her leave the apartment.
I thrilled at being so openly known to another man, as the girly submissive I was. I had always hidden this, even to some extent from myself. But here I was, naked, open and known, to another similar man, another sissy. I loved it. I minced around, nude, deliberately walking and moving in what I thought of as a girly way . We both dried off, and when I went to get my clothes, Chris said we could actually wear anything Rachel had.
I eagerly went to her bedroom, took a silky white pair of panties from her drawer and topped it with a short nightie. Chris dressed similarly, in panties and a short robe, both pink. We spent the next few hours mostly in bed. With full knowledge of what excited us, we were soon both aroused again, our penises at least semi-hard. He touched and teased me with his toes, and I rested happily between his legs, my face at his groin, licking between his cheeks and his thighs, taking his cock into my mouth. He left the bed for a minute and returned with a bottle of lotion. He spread the slippery stuff all over my butt and between my cheeks, then got behind me. I felt his hard shaft between my cheeks. "Oh, yes!" I said. "Please fuck me." I wanted this so much.
I got on my knees, my face down on the mattress, my hands behind me to spread my cheeks. I felt the tip of him at my anus. I was scared, never having been fucked, but I was more excited than scared. I pressed back against him. His tip entered me and rested there. I tried to relax. I pressed back. Slowly, he entered me more, finally his whole shaft inside of me. It was uncomfortable but I loved feeling that I 'had' to do do this, to let myself be fucked. He began small motions in and out of me. I grunted and moaned as he did. He reached around me, his fingers teasing my hard nubs. I moved with him and then he pushed hard into me and began to come. I either felt or imagined I could feel his juices spurt inside of me. "Yes," I cried out, a sissy in love.
We lay there together for a while, then moved apart and eventually napped for a bit. When I next heard the apartment door open, I assumed it was Rachel. But instead it was man's voice that called out. "Chrissie," the man said.
"It's Douglas," Chris said. I could hear excitement in his voice. He jumped up from the bed and went into the living room. After a minute, I followed. I saw Chris in the arms of a man, dressed in business clothes.
The man gave Chris a quick kiss, then patted his pantied butt. "There's my girl," he said. "And who's this?" he asked, looking at me. Chris introduced us. "This is Jenny," Chris said, "another little girl, as you can see. Jennifer, this is Douglas, a friend of Rachel's." Then he added, "He visits sometimes. And he can fuck us whenever he wants."
I felt another thrill go through me. The man and Chris moved to the couch. Chris lay on his back and the man stripped off his suit. When he lowered his underwear, I saw a nice, big, erect cock. "C'mere, Jenny," he said to me. "Get me ready." I went to him and got down on my knees, my face at his groin. I opened my mouth and he put his cock between my lips. I sucked and tongued him. My smaller penis was also hard - this was another one of my fantasies - to be a little helpless cocksucker for a man. He pulled out after a minute, then went to the couch. Chris was laying back, his hands under his knees, holding his legs spread. Douglas crouched between them, then, with nothing more than the wetness I'd imparted smoothing the way, entered Chris.
As he fucked him, I moved behind the man, laying on my back and moving so my face was under Douglas's groin. I licked his balls, then the base of his cock as he moved in and partly out of Chris' anus. After a minute, he began to come. At first inside of Chris, he then pulled out. As he did, his come-covered cock was over my face, and he dipped his cock into my mouth. I licked the come and juices off of him as he pumped a little on my tongue. When he got up off the couch, with Chris still laying there, I turned over and put my face between Chris' asscheeks, then licked at his hole, kissing and tonguing him, taking up the man's come leaking out, into my mouth. The abject, submissive sissiness of these acts swelled my own cock.
I knew Chris hadn't yet come, so I took him into my mouth and he moved in and out, fucking me that way. I knew Douglas was standing there, watching. Then he sat back on the couch, behind me. He put his thumb between my cheeks and into me, and his other hand under me, between my thighs, milking me. Soon Chris had come into my mouth and I had come into Douglas' hand. He then put his hand up to my mouth and I cleaned my come off of him.
After Douglas left, I chatted with Chris for a while. It turned out he had no job, but was just kept by Rachel. Rachel still hadn't returned. I stripped her undies off, and put my own femmy clothes back on, then left. Chris had given me an open invite he said was from Rachel, to return whenever I wanted. Back in my own apartment, I felt as if my girly self had been released.
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