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Packaged Goods ? by: Trish Shaw. It was four o'clock on a Friday afternoon and I was wet, cold, and covered from head to toe with road shit. Feeling knackered I hauled the 'Maggot' onto its stand for what felt like the millionth time and removed my saturated gloves. Cursing the typical February weather I pulled the large wrapped parcel from the top box cursing the weather as a wave of shivering coursed though me. Even though the delivery was to a regular company. I had not been to their new offices before and whistled appreciatively at the building. I like this company and always enjoyed a flirtatious chit-chat with the receptionist and where possible I liked to leave it until last so I had the time to chat. Walking up to the flash looking doors I could feel the water squelching about my feet and I pulled my lid off as I stepped under the large covered porch. Catching a fleeting glance at my reflection in the plate glass door as it swished automatically open I grinned half-heartedly at myself. I'm not that pretty to begin with but with half of the city's road muck stuck to my face and clothes I looked like a right bag of shit! My long scraggy ponytail was soaked and the numerous escaped strands were ticking to my face like Medusa's tentacles. Rubbing my clammy hand over my grime splattered face, I strolled in, getting my usual buzz from my state in such plush surroundings. "Wotcha!" I called to the hulking looking security guard sat at his desk. "Got a parcel for," I did not need to glance at the name, 'Tomorrow Belongs To Me' magazine." "Sixth floor," he said removing his eyes momentarily from the television and waved towards the lifts, his eyes briefly taking in my Mad Hatter Dispatch Company emblazoned high visibility bib. "Ta," I said far more cheerfully than I felt and audibly squelched my way over the shiny floors in the direction he waved. The art graduate inside me approved of all the public art I saw on the walls as I waited for the doors to open, thinking that this place was like something from a film. "Floor please?" Attended lifts? This was a new one for me and I grunted. "Sixth please, mate." Thanking the gods that I did not have to spend my days staring at the inside of a lift. A well-tended hand pressed the right button and the lift accelerated upwards. "Thanks," I said as the doors swished open at my stop and stepped out. Immediately I saw an agitated brunette striding towards me. Then abruptly she halted, read my bib and stalked off swearing. "Hiya sweetie. Find us alright?" There she sat, as usual behind the reception desk. Shaking her head at her departing colleague she gave me a pleased smile. "Oh my god you look soaked!" "Just a bit damp and yes I found you okay," I grinned at her. She was probably about my age. Late twenties or early thirties, with short copper coloured hair and glittering hazel eyes. The first time we had met, her personality had attracted me and never thinking that such a bird would be interested in the likes of me I had put her in the no chance bracket. Whenever we met she was always behind a desk so I have never been able to get a good look at her properly, but from what I could see she made the best of what she had. She grinned at me and then all of a sudden I could feel her eyes trawling over me, and in a really embarrassingly blatant manner. Feeling a faint blush trying to make my frozen face go red I half stuttered. "Got a parcel." She chuckled running her pink tongue over her glossy red lips drawing my attention from her other two assets, the ones that bounced invitingly as she laughed. "Have you now?" she grinned holding out her hand. "I like parcels." Her eyes glanced at the name and with a negligent flip of her wrist she tossed it on to the counter commenting hungrily. "Especially those that come wrapped in leather!" If her blatant looks had not been enough to kick my cold and traffic numbed brain in to gear. Then her words and the sultry manner in which she said them, sure as hell did! I felt a strange mushy sensation inside as her eyes locked on to mine and almost sucked my soul from my body. Now I'll be honest, I might not be the world's sharpest, but I'm no fuckwit with women. I've had my fair share and probably more than my fair shares while at art collage, where bed hopping was the preferred activity to attending lectures. I more than recognised when a bird was hitting on me, but that was not what was making me so embarrassed. Normally when I had chatted with her she had been a little flirtatious but today what was embarrassing was just how predatory she was when hitting on me. It was if she had decided that she was going to make her intentions clear. I'm glad I did not recognise it as an almost masculine way of doing things, because if I had, it probably would have sent me running from the place screaming! She was giving me the eyeball as she signed for the package and offered me a cup of tea. "No thanks," I said still stuttering slightly. "I've got to get back to the office." "Pity...," she mused giving me a bright grin as I unzipped my jacket and shoved my clipboard inside. With a knowledgeable giggle she nodded at the board and commented. "Last run of the day honey?" I nodded, gaping at her like she was from another planet -how did she know that? Never realising that she knew I left her drop to last. "Good! I finish at half past..." Her giggle was laced with lewd innuendo. "If you fancy a fuck?" WHAT? I screamed inside looking at her with a slack jawed moronic expression on my face. Her laughter rippled about the foyer like a rays of sunlight and running one of her painted nails down my nose she said fluttering her mascara-coated eyelashes. "Oh! You are cute when you're startled!" her nostrils flared at my 'eau de dispatch rider' and she laughed teasingly. "But I'd prefer something a little less fragrant and in a more attractive packaging." Her eye's deliberately dropped until they were fixed on my sodden crotch and she suggestively giggled again. Her laugh was full and laced with more than a little lust and the blush that had been trying to force its way on to my cold pale face finally bloomed. Turning my face warm pink colours as I stuttered something totally unintelligible. She was still laughing and giving me those very suggestive looks when she said. "Just ask for Mandy, which is me by the way." Tapping her name badge with a red tipped nail. "Mitch," I croaked. Hurriedly zipping up my jacket and beating a hasty retreat hearing her call as the lift doors closed. "Don't be late now." The moment I got outside I rooted out my baccy tin and had a calming roll-up. Watching the rain and telling myself that it had to have been some surreal waking dream I eventually stepped from under the porch asking myself. That cannot have just happened? Could it? Juggling my helmet, roll-up and a tin of WD40 I crouched down beside the company painted Honda CB-500 and gave the HT leads and plug's a good dousing. Like all the company bikes the Maggot was shagged out and it did not like starting when it was piss wet through. Hitting the starter I kept my thumb on it until the engine finally spluttered and then caught. Revving the throttle I waited until the 'bag of rattling nails' noise settled down in to a regular clatter before I slipped it into gear and pulled away. Getting back to the office I signed in and rolled my bike back out of the yard. Not bothering with my usual five- minute crack with the boys I was soon heading back the way I had come. Over the years I've heard all the urban legends about the fancy office birds sniffing for a bit of bikey rough but until that afternoon I had written them off as a folk tale. Maybe it was just I unconsciously recognising the need she had inside her but it was like I was under a compulsion. Telling myself I was being stupid I made the ten-mile detour and was astonished when I saw her copper haired figure watching the road intently from the impressive doorway. I guess she was looking for the Maggot because even though the rain and my helmet visor distorted my vision. I saw the look of recognition in her eyes as I stopped at the traffic lights some 200-yard's from her. My heart rate went though the roof as I saw her open an umbrella and stride purposefully towards the roadside. She had one of those slim briefcases in her hand, which she swung to and fro almost impatiently, as she waited for me to escape the lights. Just as the lights began to change a red soft-top BMW rolled from the office block parking and halted beside Mandy. I could see her smile at me, waving the moment an uniformed lad hopped out of the driver's seat, took the umbrella and held the door for her. Slipping the Triumph into gear I rolled towards her and after signaling, pulled the wrong way up the exit ramp stopping beside where Mandy waited in her car. Drawing a finger over her throat she told me to turn of the gently rumbling 900cc triple. Now I know next to nothing about cars but I do know enough that the little M5 badge on the car wing indicated that this was a motor well beyond what any normal receptionist could afford. "Good. You're just on time," she smiled. "Follow me home," and closed her window. With out any further communication she slipped the BMW into gear and pulled away. There was nothing dangerous in her driving but she was quick and had extremely good judgement always taking the road condition and rain in to account before making any moves. The run out to a very posh area backing on to Windsor great park was almost fun once we got on to the motorway, which for once was clear of obstructions. To keep up with her progress in the rain at times took every bit of skill I own but by the time I halted behind her car at the top of a secluded drive I respected her driving abilities. The garage door opened automatically and a couple of seconds later I was parking my bike next to her car. "Good...," she drawled as I removed my crash helmet, "You made it," and with that predatory light burning once more in her eyes she said with a sex charged giggle. "Get your kit off," as she dropped her skirt and stepped out of it. As I stood beside her I realised that she towered over me in her heels and was probably a good couple of inches taller than me without them. Her body was much more rounded and plump that current fashion dictated but as her tailored jacket followed her skirt leaving her clad only in a fine camisole, which she sensually peeled off revealing a figure hugging one-piece body. She looked like someone from a magazine leaning against her car dressed only in her heels, stockings and underwear. Gawping I hardly felt her hands undoing my leathers and then with a triumphal cry she pulled my jeans down. Giggling as my somewhat baggy thermal underwear appeared she said in a tone dripping with anticipation. "I'm sure I can find you something sweeter than these." I hardly noticed her words because she tugged at my thermals as she spoke. With her hand on my crutch and her fingers juggling my balls I felt my heart thumping like a metronome on the inside to my chest. It was like a drug rush as I felt a heady buzz of sensual abandonment filling me and if Mr. Happy had not been so cold and water shriveled he would have been sticking up like a totem pole! "You'll have to undo your boots!" she said sounding lusty and impatient. Even as I bent down to undo the clips and hidden zips on my heavy bike boots she pulled my leather jacket from my back. Tossing it over my bike and pulling my thick woolly jumper off over my head in a smooth action. In a matter of seconds I was wearing nothing but my thermals and with another lusty giggle she pulled me to her. "I've been wanting to do this for ages," her voice was soon silenced as her lips pressed on mine. Her kiss was hungry and pressing herself firmly against me she bent me over the still warm bonnet of her car. Then her hands were all over me and all I could do was hook my hands about her neck and respond. Her glossy red mouth ravished mine and I could feel her lipstick smearing over my lips as we kissed for what felt like eternity. The sensation of her amazing underwear pressing and rubbing against my thermal covered skin felt amazing. The feel of her stocking clad leg on mine and the texture of her figure hugging body was stunning and I felt a moan of pleasure escape my lips as she continued her ardent kiss. Finally she lifted her face from mine. Still giggling with glee she plucked a whisker from my face she saying. "This is going to have to go honey... I'm not having beard burns on my inner thighs!" Her hand brushed down my body as she pushed away from me saying sounding concerned. "You're freezing! Auntie Mandy says you need a hot shower and something doing about all that unsightly hair!" She briefly savaged my lips again and seductively giggled feeling Mr. Happy slowly returning to life as her body swarmed off mine. "This way sweetheart!" Mandy said pulling me from the garage into the house. Less than ten minutes later I was stood under a shower feeling the warm water sluicing away the thick creamy body foam she had covered me with. She had not bothered undressing, just kicked off her heels and joined me under the stream of water still in her lingerie. The water made her look even sexier and when she asked. "Are you Mandy's plaything?" I gasped, "Yesss...." Feeling like my brain was going to explode. "Oh goodie!" she laughed and girlishly clapped her hands together. With a lust filled expression in her eyes and in a tone that bubbled with excitement Mandy asked. "Can I shave you?" "Shave anything you want," I said without thinking what I was saying until I saw a strange expression flash over her face. "Anything?" she teased caressing my now ridged cock. "Promise?" When a bird is giving you the hand job of a lifetime you do not say no, and I reiterated my agreement in a tone punctuated with grunts and moans of pleasure. With a really charged aura about her Mandy sensually stripped off her saturated underwear giving me the sort of show you see on the Men and Motors channel late at night. Never in my wildest imaginations had I ever seen such a show. Mandy had none of the studied moves of the telly models but her occasional awkwardness made it all so much more exciting. Mr. Happy seized control of my mind destroying any resistance I felt at the losing of my thick wiry pelt. I reveled in the scent of the feminine shaving cream and the sensation when she began to move her razor over my body sent shivers of pleasure rippling through my body. With flashes going off behind my eyes it was like watching under a strobe light as I became mostly hairless from the eyelashes down. "What did she shave me with? I mused with momentary clarity running my hands over my face as she dried me. "It has not felt this smooth since I was in my early twenties?" I wanted to ask how but she short-circuited me again and the thought fled as I felt only her hands working a highly scented lotion into my now supersensitive skin. "Lovely!" Mandy giggled running her hand over my now smooth bare chest. Her eyes were hooded and dripping with restrained lust as she took hold of my still solid cock. Using it like a lead she pulled me from the bathroom. I felt a blush of fear run over me when I saw my shaven reflection in her bedroom mirror. Except for one sculptured patch of pubic hair above my iron hard cock, my body hair was no more. Astonished by my willingness, and the pain involved in letting her shape my once thick pubic hair into the heart shape she desired I gawped at my reflection. Speechless I blushed seeing how effeminate my body looked. "Like it!" Mandy laughed her wet hair sticking up like a punky crown on her head. Before I could answer she pushed me backward onto the bed and jumped onto me. With a simultaneous gasp of pleasure she sank down onto my now pulsing cock and began to ride me like she owned me. Unable to consider nothing but her body writhing up and down upon mine I again felt stars exploding about me and felt like I was reaching the point, when I felt a sharp pain! "Don't you dare fucking cum!" Mandy gasped twisting my nipples painfully when she felt my reciprocal thrusts trying to increase in tempo. With consummate skill she held me at the point of explosion, varying her motion and tempo until with an animal like cry she called, "Cum for me bitch!" and with her words I reached nirvana. The words of a song exploded in my mind as bliss filled me, the rhythm of her motion matching the lyric perfectly when I felt the world lurch upwards on to that plateau of orgasmic ecstasy. "To break my fast on honeydew and drink the milk of paradise." While she had been shagging me stupid I had been too lost in my own little bit of paradise and had not really taken any notice of her crude and vocal expressions of her passion. Like a collapsing tent she folded over me gasping. "You make a fucking good biker slut, fucking good" My now steadily deflating cock was still buried inside her and I could feel every little surge that shook her as she made all sorts of little moans and garbled comments. Her tone sent all sorts of messages through me. Unable to move no more than my arms with her dead weight slumped over me. I hugged her feeling a rush of pride from having given her such obvious pleasure. At first I thought she was going to doze off on me but with a sudden burst of energy she rolled off and pulled open the bedside drawer open. With that grin of anticipation on her face again she said holding up a bag of grass and some papers. "Do you honey?" "Yes," I said still breathing heavily as I rolled on to my side watching her with appreciation written large on my face. Placing the makings in front of me she giggled. "Good! Skin up while I get us a bottle of wine and organise some food." Her laughter echoed behind her as she walked away. "You'll need to keep your strength up!" Her full curved bum swayed away in a manner that called out to me at an instinctive level. Hypnotised by it I followed her movement until she turned down the stairs and remained looking at where she had been for a good half a minute or so before I looked blankly at my reflection in the mirror and grinned! The weed was good quality skunk and had a kick like a mule, enough that I was pleasantly stoned by the time we had no more than a couple of sips from the chilled white wine. Mandy was chuckling as we swapped potted life histories during a conversation that flew off in all directions. At thirty-one years old Mandy was two years older than I was. She was the only daughter of a publishing house's Managing Director and had lived the silver spoon existence all her life, so university experiences apart we were from the opposite ends of the social scale! I could tell from her words that she was hiding some great pain in her past but before I could pry she said with a faint smile. "You must think me a right slut, to bring you home so abruptly and shag you senseless?" "No I don't!" I said truthfully. "You startled me yes but," I blushed slightly. "I've fancied you for ages." "Same here Honey," she grinned. "That's why I was so forward in the office." "Forward!" I laughed. "That's the understatement of the day!" As we spoke she often called me her 'biker tart' or such like and for all it should have shamed me when she used such terms instead it intoxicated me. With a slightly nervous look which was at odds with the light burning in her eyes Mandy asked. "You'll be my tart then?" Forgetting how I came to have hair dressed pubes and an already somewhat feminine looking body I again engaged mouth before brain and said. "I'll be anything you want," giving her a kiss as I spoke. "Oh this will be fun!" Mandy giggled delightedly again reverting to that almost school girlishly body language. "I've not had a decent play since Uni!" "And I've not had this much fun since I was at uni!" I laughed back feeling like I was floating. Toasting her with my glass. "Long may it last!" "And tonight it shall!" Mandy agreed clicking her glass against mine before she emptied it in two swift gulps. Rolling of the bed she sauntered to a wardrobe and yanked open the door saying in a contemplative tone as she grinned at me though the adjacent mirror. "Packaged in leather, I think was what we agreed honey?" "Oh yes," I said feeling my cock once again beginning to engorge. With numerous short cries and groans she rooted through her wardrobe giving me a fantastic view of all her charms. Naked she was gorgeous and defiantly all woman. Her plump rounded body was definitely a couple of stone over the current stick insect dictate of fashion, but the extra weight for me just made her all the more appealing. "Enjoying the view?" Mandy giggled, her large boobs bobbing up and down as she spoke. "Hell yeah!" I laughed, as she tossed a few items on to the dressing table beside her with a broad anticipatory grin on her face. "Good," she grinned. "How would you feel about getting a little kinky?" I could clearly see the conflicting emotions running over her round face and said impishly. "So long as it doesn't involve pain." "No pain honey. Promise." She grinned and blushed, adding in a hesitant tone. "I really want to dress you up as my biker's moll." "What in a skirt and heels?" I said sucking on the joint I had just re- lit. Holding the smoke in my lungs I could see in her expression mixture of hope and resignation that I was going to turn her down flat. Never believing that I would ever even consider such a thing I blew out a long plume of smoke and I shrugged. "Alright yeah." "But you prom?" She halted halfway though her reiteration of my earlier agreement and said expectantly. "You'll let me dress you up as a girl?" "Yeah," I laughed. "It might be fun and anyway," I lent forward and offered her the joint. "I've already let you make a start." The look on her face as she took the joint from my fingers was amazing. "You will!" I nodded and said with a self-mocking grin. "Just don't tell the lads at work!" The bed creaked alarmingly as she abruptly landed beside me and covered my face with kisses. "Thank you, thank you." She giggled and then sat back thoughtfully. She had an impish look in her eyes when she asked. "Don't take this wrong, but are you a crossdresser?" "No..," I said. "Don't think so but I've always been a little curious as to what it must be like to be female." Giving me one of those, 'I'll believe you but hundred's wouldn't' looks she mused. "Pity," and rolled sinuously off the bed. Blowing me a kiss Mandy collected the clothes she had selected and laughed. "You never know honey? Perhaps you will be by the end of tonight." "Who knows?" I laughed feeling my heart beginning to pound with excitement once more as she held up a stiff looking corset sort of thing. "See your self in it?" Her eyes were bubbling with that giddy excitement that had filled them in the shower. Giggling at my blank look she laughed and crooked a finger at me. "I can!" Unable to refuse the excited look in her face I willingly did as she wanted when said. "Come here then honey and I'll get you looking totally fuckable!" With an invitation like that I raised no complaints when she began to wrap the thing about my waist. Once it was on and fastened up I did not know what to feel. At first it was uncomfortable in a sensually constricted way but it did not take me long to forget about it. The overwhelming aura of sensuality wearing such a blatantly feminine garment caused soon displaced the discomfort entailed. "Told you I would find something sweeter." Mandy giggled rolling a pair of fine stockings up my legs grinning as she saw the effect she was having on me. The whole sensation had Mr. Happy standing at attention and Mandy was very careful to avoid any contact as she continued with my underwear. Her fingertips played with my nipples for a little while as she checked that her bra would fit about my chest. Still teasing me with her fingers what she did next blew my mind! Chuckling and muttering to herself she produced a pair of silicone boobs and after painting something over my chest pressed each boob in to place. Smoothing the edges out until they hung in place unaided. It's a startling experience after 29 years as a bloke to have a pair of very lifelike boobs glued to your chest. I immediately felt their weight pulling on my chest and back muscles having to pull my shoulders back to compensate, which made her laugh approvingly. "Lovely," Mandy crooned running her hand up my now curving flank and over the false boob. My cock was rigid and, with a sex charged chuckle she pushed me back onto her dressing table stool. Relishing the strange sensation of tits wobbling and the pressing of the suspenders I sat back and closed my eyes. Jerking them open when Mandy rolled a condom over Mr. Happy. I almost exploded when I felt the slick sensation of the latex rolling over my highly sensitive cock! "We don't want cum stains on your pretty things just yet honey," she giggled seeing my expression. "And don't you dare cum yet!" Mandy painfully snapped a suspender strap against my thigh. "I want to ride you like a bike as I make your face up like a tart." Her tone was full and sultry there was no way I was going deny her demand. I felt my excitement rising even more as she fastened a bra about my chest, making my false boobs feel like they stuck out a mile. Flicking the bra straps against my back Mandy laughed and stepped over my lap. Running her tongue about her lips she giggled and grasped my cock. "Now where's that lovely dildo of yours honey!" Sitting onto me with a huff of pure pleasure she wriggled about until she was settled. Then with a throaty gasping chuckle Mandy gently squeezed herself about our union making me echo her gasp. Again she kept me on edge as she slowly rolled my hair on to the large curler's that were strategically sat on the dressing table. Her internal caresses were never quite enough to over stimulate me and in a sexual wonderland I felt her start on my face. Her fingers on my skin felt like they were causing electric shocks as I wallowed in her painstaking application of the cosmetics. The feeling of the eye pencils pulling on my skin, the tickling sensation of the makeup going on my eyes and lashes was awesome in its intensity. The big brush on my cheeks had me squirming, which caused Mandy to suddenly stiffen and sit bolt up right. Her movement made me wince as she pulled my cock backwards and then crying I felt her body constrict round my cock as she began orgasm. "Fuck me!" she cried. "Tart! Come on fuck me!" Needless to say I was trying to but she was still able to dictate the pace and as she calmed down she grinned at my blue-balled expression and gasped. "Won't be long now honey, before you'll really look like my tart," and with a control that surprised me given her previous orgasmic state she outlined my lips with a pencil. Gasping as she approached a second major orgasm Mandy painted my lips and finished my hair before upping the tempo of our amazing sexual union. Gasping in synchronised passion I felt nirvana approaching once more. Flashes were going off in front of my eyes and I felt like I was at the epicentre of an earthquake when with a simultaneous cry of delight we both reached the point of no return. Mandy was calling me every name in the book as she writhed on my impaling manhood, in any other circumstances being called a, 'fuck bitch' and the like would probably have pissed me off. However the look of satisfaction on her face when she began to come down from where ever we had been routed any sense of humiliation I felt. Giggling somewhat breathlessly I quoted from the Kubrick film Full Metal Jacket. "Me good fucky-fucky only twenty five dollar!" "Oh I knew this was going to be perfect!" Mandy croaked contentedly. Slumped on to me she sat motionlessly until her breathing slowed before she carefully slid off my still throbbing cock. Lifting her glass with a shaky hand she grinned down at my somewhat mussed up face and said after a sip. "Good you didn't mess your face up to much." With her pink tongue sticking out of the corner of her mouth she began to repair the damage before tenderly removing the condom and cleaning Mr. Happy up. Mandy must have guessed I was Itching to see my reflection because she really strung out dressing me in a tight shiny satin sleeveless top and a short straight black leather skirt. My feet were a little to big for the knee length high heeled boots she zipped up my legs but the moment I saw my reflection in her full length mirror sore feet no longer seemed to matter. "You like?" Mandy grinned. No doubt again seeing the slack jawed moronic expression on my face. I was speechless and although I saw my painted lips moving up and down, as I nodded no sound emerged. Her delighted laughter filled he room like a tidal wave, and calling out to me encouragingly she got me to stand up take my first tentative steps in the awkward heels. Everything from the makeup on my face to the sensation of having my calf muscles stretched felt like paradise, and I just loved the way she was looking at me! The leather of the skirt seductively brushed my thighs and the sight of my leg through the side split was wonderful. The best part however was the contrasting sensation of the leather pressing on both my bare skin and the stockings told me that it would not be long before Mr. Happy would be marring the fall of my skirt. Mandy was one step in front of me again and with a relieved expression on her face said, "I think I had better do something before we get distracted by my new best friend. - I'm hungry!" "So I see!" I joked half heatedly still wiped out by my altered reflection and the strange emotions it generated. "You!" Mandy laughed swatting my leg playfully. "That's not what I meant." She giggled and added. "Well not yet anyway." Lifting the final garment from the dressing table Mandy dropped to her knees in front of me and said. "Leg... Other leg!" With my huge feeling chest in the way I could not really see what she was doing and felt bloody unsteady when I had to lift each leg. I could see in the mirror, that she was pulling a pair of shiny red panties over my boots and up my legs. Once she cleared the boots it was obvious that they were going to be very tight and when they touched the bare skin of my thighs I realised that they were made of rubber! I very briefly wanted to ask her about them, but the image in the mirror of Mandy on her knees in front of me naked with her hands under my skirt side-tracked all the questions that were erupting in my mind. "Lovely!" Mandy crooned running her hands over my now rubber encased pubis. She grinned up at me and said with a chuckle as she straightened my skirt. "I'm going to clean up as dinner should be ready by now, select me something to wear will you?" As she stood I saw that even with the heels I was wearing that I was only the same height as her. Moving to the wardrobe I heard her pad away into the shower. Jesus these panties were tight, enough that they had me wincing with pain on more than one occasion during the next couple of hours. I've always had a thing for women in Chinese style dresses, and hanging in the wardrobe was a tiny black silk number with red and gold dragons embroidered in the material. Unsure of what underwear would go with it I selected a black corset thing which felt nothing like as stiff as the one I was wearing. Hunting in her underwear drawer for a pair of panties to match I found a strap on double-ended dildo complete with a set of swinging false balls! Shocked I lifted from the draw and looked at the lifelike looking phallus apprehensively. "Oh Kinky!" Mandy giggled from the door where now she stood. Glowing still pink from her shower she giggled and strutted towards me. "My bikey tart and her toys." Then she saw the Chinese dress and her expression filled with sadness and anger. "Mandy?" I said forgetting the dildo still in my hand, seeing only the pain in her deflating form. "What's the matter?" Instinctively I moved to her and wrapped my arms about her. "Connie, loved me in that dress," she said bleakly. ' "Who's Connie?" I asked carefully. "Please?" I'll be honest I thought she was going to tell me Connie was dead but instead she said sounding angry at herself. "My bastard ex-husband!" Then she smiled at me and said. "I'm sorry honey. I saw the dress and it took me aback." Something told me that she needed to talk about it and I pressed. "Want to talk?" I asked carefully. About to hang the dress back up I added as she slowly nodded "I'll put this." "No!" Mandy said, "I'll wear it for you while we eat." Her body language went from self-recriminatory to chuckling. "And that," her finger ran up the dildo still in my hand making me blush. "If you're a very good bikey tart!" "Maybe!" I hedged looking at it apprehensively, which made Mandy chuckle all the more as she nodded approvingly at the corset thing I had also selected. "You even got the right basque honey..." "Thanks," I grinned. "I think?" Her hand was still caressing my forearm, hand and the dildo and feeling embarrassed I said quickly, "Connie?" As she dressed and fixed her face Mandy started to tell me how she had met and married her husband not long after university. At first it all sounded like they had the perfect relationship and I felt a little jealous as she described their idyllic existence. But then she quietened for a little while, and I left her to her memories. "Shall we?" Finally dressed and made up she looked stunning! With quick yet skilful application of her makeup she had given her face a faintly oriental look which matched her dress perfectly. With a giddy laugh she picked up the strap on and lewdly stroked it checking her reflection in the mirror with a nod. Explaining the significance of the Chinese dress Mandy giggled and said. "It's my mile high dress from our honeymoon." Leading me from the room she was still absently playing with the dildo as she told me about her 747 experience. Halting abruptly she burst into a fit of amused laughter at my attempt to walk down stairs in my heels. "Owa!" she chuckled. "You'll get the hang of heels soon honey." She had repainted her lips with that enticing glossy red lipstick and they mesmerised me as she joked. "You look that good it would be criminal for you not to!" I was totally captivated by her. The way I was dressed, the way she was dressed even the dildo on the table just made the whole thing more magical. Eventually as we began to eat the conversation returned to her marriage and relationships in general. Telling her how I'd adored her from afar for nearly a year and laughing with her, as I explained why I never thought she would be interested in me. I spoke openly about my few real relationships. She responded to my openness telling me how Con became a journalist and was often away. Deeply in love and unsuspecting of anything Mandy accepted it as part of their life and never worried that he was playing around behind her back. Unbeknownst to her Con had the morals of an alley cat and was shagging his photographer work mate. I felt my blood boil as Mandy explained how her life was shattered one night when she happened to get invited to a book launch at short notice. Since Con was away covering a story she went and over dinner with the author. Surrounded by her friends Mandy happened to see him with his photographer girlfriend and was about to go and say hello when they stood. From her position she saw Con become entangled in a long passionate clinch as they left the restaurant and boiling with rage Mandy let all hell let lose. The resulting divorce was messy and unpleasant. I felt a need to punch the bloke as she described her fraught courtroom experience and still a little confused I asked, pulling at my skirt as we left the dinner table. "Was Con in to this?" "Connie? Good lord no!" Mandy laughed lifting the dildo from where she had set it resting on its false balls and stubby inner phallus almost like a table centrepiece. "This is purely my kink, and goes back to long before him." Her eyes went thoughtful and she said with a faint smile flickering on her lips. "I asked him if he would but he wouldn't!" She saw the question in my eyes and said with a smile. "Before Con I went out with a tranny at Uni, and it was him who got me into this." She giggled and stood. "Let's hit the settee!" "What did Con do when you asked him?" I asked standing and lifting the bottle and our glasses of wine "Oh every time I mentioned anything which bordered on cross dressing Con used to freak." "Until tonight I probably would have done the same!" I half laughed apprehensively looking at the dildo she was waving about as we walked into the lounge. "But you didn't!" The look on her face and the tone of exultation in her tone sent that warm ripple down my spine. Bathed in the warm glow of her expression I hardly winced when Mr. Happy began another fruitless attempt to say hello! "Perhaps I should!" I gasped sitting down as he continued to argue with his confinement. Dropping the dildo and harness on the coffee table she laughed and patted my thigh. "Owa! Want mummy to kiss it better!" Speechless I nodded and saw her hand disappear under my skirt. With a giggle Mandy gave me a firm kiss and whispered, "Surprise!" With a deft flick of her wrist she freed the top of the panties and suddenly Mr. Happy was free and very interested! Her eyes flicked to the dildo on the coffee table when she slipped to her knees and shoved my skirt up. Her glossy lips were millimetres from my cock and I felt her breath with every word when she said, "I do hope you aren't selfish about return a compliment honey?" Before I could answer she inhaled my manhood wiping all my apprehension away. Having exploded twice in the last three hours I was treated to a long and intense blowjob, which as I approached orgasm once more became almost painful. The slurping and sucking sounds emanating from her and the swaying movement of her silk covered body had me bucking up and down on her mouth like a wild horse. I was gasping and begging for it when it happened. The experience is one that I shall treasure for the rest of my life such was the overwhelming sense of relief I felt when my whole body ignited in an orgasmic blast. Mandy's face and lips were smeared with my cum when she came from under my skirt like a missile. In an erotic flash of movement she swarmed up my body and pressed her lips on mine. There was a distinct metallic taste about her, which even though I knew it was my cum I was tasting it was addictively exciting and I probed her mouth ravenously seeking every trace with my tongue. Breaking the kiss Mandy sat back beside me and grinning madly as she lifted her glass of wine and took a sip. "Enjoy that honey?" Still on a high I nodded enthusiastically and garbled my thanks. Her eyes were full of mischievous anticipation and tapping me on the nose she chuckled. "Enough to?" I looked at her blankly as she lifted the dildo from the table and held it up to my lips. "Kiss and suck my cock?" This close it looked huge but I could not refuse her and blushing wildly I gently pursed my lips and kissed the tip of the monstrous looking head in front of me. "Open..," Mandy whispered and as I obeyed she slowly slid it in between my lips. "As you suck and lick here, the pressure here." Her finger covered the holes in the other end. "Stimulates my clit and pussy if my tart face fuck's me like a the biker bitch she is!" My skirt was still round my waist and I felt like a really slut as Mandy moved the dildo in and out of my lips. It should have been humiliating and awful but it was not and I shook with excitement. Unable to believe it when to my astonishment Mr. Happy began to wake up! "Oh no, not yet!" Mandy teased. "Hold my cock in your mouth while I hide your dildo!" The straps tickled my chin and I could feel my lipstick sticking to the realistic feeling strap on cock as it hung from my mouth.. Her hand reached between my legs and with a nasty chuckle she clipped the front of my tight panties back into place. Once again encasing my cock in the unyielding rubber garment. "There that's better!" She crooned, pulling my skirt back into place and arranging it and me to her liking. Gently but with incessant pleasure she pushed me to my knees until our positions were a reverse of how we had been. Kneeling in front of her I looked up at her magnificent body as she pulled her dress off and nonchalantly slid on to her side of the dildo. "Fasten my cock, slut!" Mandy chuckled shivering as my hands fumbled with the straps over her bum. Giggling even more when she quipped. "Get it Cock-slut!" I could not reply as my mouth was full of the dildo and I felt a blush running up my face as realised I was getting off on being called such things, which made me redouble my efforts to please her in this unusual way. Later after a long bout of lovemaking we were laid together on the carpet beside the settee. In the mirror we made quite a bizarre sight. We were both half-naked and I was topless with my false boobs out in full view. One of my hands was gently playing with her enormous lipstick-smeared false cock and I had on my face a look of contentment that staggered me. Mandy shivered and said looking equally contented, "Are you my new Transvestite girlfriend then honey?" "Yes...," I sighed. "Yes what?" she teased sleepily. "I'm your transvestite girlfriend...," I said kissing her deeply amazed that it was the truth. "Thank you," she whispered as she responded to my kiss. Neither of us was able to find the energy to go for fifth round and feeling physically sated we shared a second shower. Giggling together as we removed all traces of our activities, she giggled. "I cannot have a girlfriend called Mitch, and I'm Mandy so you cannot have a name beginning with M, surely?" Laughing Mandy listed a load of girl's names before she decided that she was going to call me Wendy as we fell asleep in each other's arms. Next morning when I crawled onto my bike, my neck ached, my jaw ached and Mr. Happy felt like I had worn him out! My mind was a mess of conflicting emotions, at the same time I felt ashamed and elated at what I had let her do to me the night before. Mandy had still been half-asleep when she had mumbled, "See you tonight, and don't be late... Wendy." For a moment I was a little taken aback and then I recalled her re- christening me the night before. Grinning to myself it occurred to me that being Wendy for another night was a very appealing thought. As I rode away from her house I knew that nothing on this planet was going to make me be late! The End