Housesitting for Ms Gleckner Part 3
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House Sitting for Ms. Gleckner Pt.2
By SxyTVinyl
"Omigod!"
What to do?! There I am perched up on the kitchen table,
ridiculously dressed to the nines as the girls say, in Ms.
Gleckner's ultrasexy black silky blouse and irresistible
leather skirt, her super wide patent leather belt buckled
tight, her satin corset crushing my body, her fully
fashioned seamed stockings held so taut with all those
pulling garters, the open bottom girdle, the torpedo bra,
so pointy and stuffed to bursting. I have all that make-up
painted on so frosty, glossy, thick and gooey, my hair all
ratted and gelled and sprayed into a huge puffy bouffant
helmet, my rashly pierced ears swinging with big glittering
hoops...and this greased cucumber that just disappeared up
my ass.
I froze. Blood rushing. Heart pounding. Sheer terror. My
mind reeled off tapes: Ms. Gleckner forgot something very
important. Her flight was cancelled. There was a mistake.
Why are they home?! I'm so stupid, why did I do this? How
could I be so foolish, irresponsible, impulsive? I'm
supposed to be watching the house. I've taken advantage.
I've violated trust. How could I possibly explain? What
will they think? What will they do?
I listened to the women chattering in the living room. It
sounded like a number of women. At least four distinct
voices. Not Ms. Gleckner, not Regina. I didn't recognize
these voices. I panicked viciously. I was afraid to move. I
didn't know where to hide. Being strapped into skyscraper
stilettos with a cucumber uncomfortably lost up my ass
wasn't exactly going to facilitate a stealthy escape.
"Gladys darling, fix us some refreshments and I'll set up
the bridge table. Gloria, put on some music for us, will
you love? Sharon, help me with this dear."
"Trixie, it is so gracious of Alexandra to let us go on as
usual even though she and Regina are out of town."
"Indeed it is Sharon dear. I didn't want to disturb Harry's
poker night at our place and with all the renovations going
on at Gloria's..."
"I'm sorry I couldn't offer our place tonight, I'd be
mortified to have you gals see what a mess it is, having
just moved in and all, we've barely unpacked."
"Quite alright sweetie. I understand perfectly, now don't
you fret one bit darling. We're all set here. I told Gladys
the same. Give it not another thought."
I took a breath. I figured I'd have to sneak into the
basement NOW where I would silently remove all of these
girly things and hide in a closet all night until they
left. I felt the sweat drool down my spine. Here I go---
"Ah! What the devil?!"
"No!" I screamed uncontrollably. There I sat wide-eyed. On
the kitchen table. All dressed up with decidedly absolutely
no place to go.
"Gladys, my God, what is it?!"
They all came running into the kitchen. We all stared at
each other silently for a long time. Shock. My quivering
embarrassment soared. No words came to my lips. My limbs
were dead. The ladies crowded into the doorway. All mouths
agape. They were gorgeous, extremely kempt, very put
together. Gladys, Gloria, Sharon, Trixie. Friends of
Alexandra Gleckner. They were certainly wondering, who the
hell am I.
Finally, Trixie broke it.
"Humph. You must be a friend of Regina's. What are you
doing here? Why are you on top of the kitchen table silly
girl?"
My eyes darted from gal to gal. I said nothing. Deer in
headlights.
"Well, nevermind," Trixie continued, "it looks like you're
on your way out to the nightclubs."
I slid off the edge of the table and tried to stand
naturally. I almost broke an ankle. Yes, I'm a friend of
Regina's, thought I to myself, smoothing out my skirt. On
my way out to the nightclubs. Right.
"Honeypie, cat got your tongue?"
I tried to speak. "I-I-I." Stuttered whisper. The cucumber
was really feeling weird now. "I-I-you startled me."
Whisper. KY slowly drooling out of my ass.
"Well sugarplum, you gave us quite the surprise. We
certainly didn't expect anyone to be here. I guess Regina
must have let you stay behind to get ready for your Friday
night. Big date is it? I don't mean to be rude missy, but
you're dolled up like a cheap queen whore! If your mother
could see you---is that why you're here? You couldn't get
out of your own home looking that way I bet. "
This was getting very strange. She thought I was a girl.
She filled in her own blanks.
Gladys then spoke up. "Trixie, let's get back to our
ladies' evening." Turning to me she said sharply,
"Goodnight then."
The ladies cleared from the kitchen threshold obviously
waiting for me to walk out the front door and leave them to
their bridge club night. I hesitated. KY drooling still.
What could I do? I took a step forward. The ladies watched
me. I walked tentatively into the living room. There's the
front door. The ladies watched me. My belly hurts. KY
drools. My hand reaches for the doorknob. I try to smile at
the ladies, nod my head awkwardly goodnight. I turn the
doorknob.
Oh God! Bubbles of greasy KY ass juice sputter n fart rapid
fire inside my leather skirt. Belly flips. Head rushes. Did
they hear it? I fling open the door. No, Jeezus, Please!
The lost cucumber explodes from my gurgling asshole
dropping out from under my skirt with an obscene splatter
and goes spinning across the living room floor. From the
ladies erupted a unison gasp, which ripped through the
room. Could the horror possibly ratchet up any further? My
body convulses into a rigid knot. Neck clenched, shoulders
up around my ears, eyes locked closed and tearing.
Trixie exclaims, "Young lady what in God's name is going on
here? How dare you!"
She spun me around and got right in my face. The tip of her
powder-dusted nose merely inches from my own. Her finely
plucked brows scowled in condescension. Her lacquered lips
pursed in withering scrutiny. I could smell her perfume. I
couldn't meet her gaze. Her luscious blonde hair poured
down in tube waves around her collar. I peeked into her
taffeta blouse to spy her creamy cleavage. I popped a
boner.
And then it hit her. She grabbed my chin and forced me to
meet her eyes. "Wait," she breathed, "you're a fucking boy.
Girls! She's a he!"
"What?"
"No!"
"Really?"
"My goodness!"
Trixie nudged me to the side and closed the front door. She
locked it. She laughed. Gladys laughed. Then Gloria joined
in laughing. Sharon looked perplexed. Her head tilted, brow
cutely wrinkled.
"She's a boy?" It registered.
She fell back on the couch laughing too. They laughed up a
storm. Hysterical these broads howled.
I declared, "Now wait a minute!"
Some remnant of dignity crawled to my throat and
desperately lunged to assert itself. Too pathetic, they
only laughed louder. They threw themselves about in fits of
hilarity.
Trixie had her hand on my arm.
"Now girls," she barely stifled her own droll cries,
"...settle down. It seems our plans for tonight have
changed a bit. We have an unexpected guest you see." More
laughter.
Gloria reached down for the cucumber by her feet. "Eew."
She mock pinched her nose. "Uh, excuse miss, I believe you
dropped this." She held the drippy cucumber out towards me.
More laughter.
"Yes, thank you Gloria," Trixie said as she pushed me
forward, "Well sweetie, go retrieve what's yours."
This precise humiliation sent me spiraling down deep into
myself. Felt like I was drowning or something. Freezing and
burning up. Vomiting and climaxing simultaneously. Like a
shot of coke. Fact is, I was extremely turned on. This
nightmare seemed to turn itself inside out. My cock jumped.
I walked to Gloria and reached out for the cucumber. She
slapped it into my hand. I tried to play. I said thank you.
She said you're welcome. She just sneered at me now. There
was no laughter. I felt really stupid. I had no idea what I
was supposed to do next. I felt very cold, scared. A minute
ago I believed everything was gonna be okay. It seemed as
if some fantasy trip was going to unfold for my delight.
Now I was petrified.
"Oh look at this little faggot, he doesn't know what to do
with himself. What's the matter pussy boy? Lost your way?"
"What's with that greasy cucumber? Did you shove it up your
ass? Are you a sissy faggot? You like to dress up like a
girl, huh?"
"Like a real bad girl it looks like. You do look ridiculous
you know. Like a fucking swishy cum ass cocksucker slut
drag queen. Is that what you are?"
(Alas, to be continued...)
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