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I have previously written a story for Fictionmania but it was far too
short and I didn't put much thought into it. Here is my second attempt,
please feel free to leave whatever comments you wish but please don't
be too harsh. Also tell me what you would like to see in the sequel.
ALL ROUND LUST
I sat out my desk one Monday morning drinking coffee and pretending to
be busy on my PC. Actually there was nothing to do but I didn't want to
get in shit off the boss for slacking. I clicked my way through a
particularly horny story on the Fictionmania website. I had just
started to massage myself at the antics of a bloke being made to live
his life as a housemaid and please his mistress when: ATTENTION
EVERYONE!
I closed the website down and looked up to see a woman standing at the
front of the room addressing us all. Blimey, she was fit. She was all
curvy, wore a silk blouse and had a fairly short black skirt on. She
gave us all a stare like we were vermin and it bored into my head. I
felt a little flutter inside, she must be the new boss, I'm gonna like
her, a lot.
She strutted down the room; the men were trying not to look like they
were ogling at her. She stooped in the centre of the room and adjusted
her small skirt.
"I GIVE THE ORDERS AROUND HERE NOW!" She shouted, "THERE WILL BE NO
MORE SLACKING DURING WORK HOURS!"
She had fire in her eyes, it was terrifying. She was furious no-one
knew why, but it seemed like she was gonna stick one of those stiletto
heels up the ass of whoever'd pissed her off. Mmm her high heels, just
for one second there I fantasised her pulling down her skirt over them
as I gawped from my desk.
"SOMEONE HAS BEEN SURFING FILTHY WEBSITES!!!!!!!!! I WANT TO KNOW WHO
NOW!!!!!!!!!!!"
I gulped, could she be referring to Fictionmania? She stared at each
one of us furiously then stalked off back to her office, slamming the
door with an almighty crash. Geez, is this the new boss?
That night I was at home with my wife. It was Friday night. We never
went out at the weekend, just spent time fulfilling each other's
fantasies. Tonight Julia came to join me in the bedroom dressed as a
stereotypical schoolgirl, she wore the slutty outfit, gone over the top
with her makeup, and had pompoms. The sex we shared was amazing. I
tried a new position I had discovered on the Internet and it hit her g-
spot a treat. She sunk back into mattress and her eyes closed.
"Honey..." I said but she had fallen asleep.
Next Friday, I'd just about had it with the new boss. She was a first
class bitch and had been on my case all week. Last time she called me
into her office for one of her so called "private" chats everyone could
hear, I growled at her as I left the room. She pissed me off but made
me so horny at the same time. But that was the dilemma she wanted to
induce in me. She wore sexy clothes to get her male employees to fall
at her feet. I even suspect that's why she was hired.
She is sexually frustrating and can manipulate people. Oh yes even some
of the women employees are infatuated with her, even the ones that have
never had lesbian feelings. Miss Selfish seems to be a master at
bringing out the emotions she wants in people
That night I was so tired and pissed off I couldn't get a hard on for
Lorraine even though she was the sexiest Victorian mistress I'd ever
seen. We didn't play for long before we had sex, which I was thankful
to get out of the way.
In my confusion I decided to pick up my wife's panties off the bedroom
floor and put them on. "Lorraine look." I said as I massaged the head
of my cock through them. "I'm a lady in purple cotton panties, mmm!"
"Yeah, cool." She said, turning over in bed.
"Wouldn't you like to be my lesbian lover?" I whispered
"No thanks. Good night."
"What? That's it?" continuing in a low raspy voice.
No answer. She drifted off to sleep, but I was bored. As I looked up at
the ceiling, trying to figure out how many patterns were in the
plasterwork, I thought of Fictionmania. What a site. I can't believe
there's something like that on the Internet. It seem to have brought
out feelings in me I didn't know were there. Suddenly a crazy idea came
to me and I didn't think before acting.
I got out of bed and went through to the living room in my pyjamas. I
found the phone book under the coffee table. I lit a cigarette then sat
on the couch with the phone book. I flicked through the phone book
until I got to "Selfish". There was one entry under "G.Selfish" I hoped
it was her then I dialled the number.
The phone rang and rang for several long seconds before it was
answered. "Well hello there...."
Geez it was her! I hastily replaced the receiver and dashed back to
bed.
At the start of next week Gemma (the boss Miss Selfish) had called in
sick so I'd bin left in charge of her office till she got back, and
what an office it was! She had it all arranged in a very smart
professional way. In her drawer was a jar of perfume, I sprayed some on
the back of my hand and sniffed, Gemma's arousing scent overwhelmed me
as I inhaled.
Friday came around again and I was eager to get home. I felt a sense of
cosiness from my crotch as I pushed the swing doors open. I felt like I
wanted to pull my jeans down and let the cool wind breeze across the
hot pink satin underwear I had stolen.
I had found the panties in one of the drawers, and I nearly came when I
realised they must belong to my hot boss. I took them into my private
restroom and put them on; the sensation of easing the wonderfully
smooth material up my legs had been incredible. Once they were on I
stood at the mirror and snapped the waistband back. I visualised me
being Gemma, standing in a seductive posture wearing a lilac silk
blouse that my erect nipples protruded through like missiles and a
short short skirt in black. I had nylon legs that were slim and
slender.
As you can guess I couldn't wait to get home to Lorraine and show her
what I was wearing. Her reaction? She went crazy!
"You filthy, filthy pervert!" she yelled, "How could you wear another
woman's panties??????"
"Babe, I thought you'd like it."
I just saw a muddle of blonde hair dive at me then I realised I was
being dragged towards the back door. She yanked me out into the garden
in just Gemma's panties. I heard the schoolboys' next-door laugh from
their bedroom windowsill and I went beet red.
"There," said Lorraine throwing me violently in the shed, "you can jerk
off in your sissy pink panties all you want. Since you prefer your slut
whore boss to your own wife."
I fell to the cold hard concrete floor and began crying. I cried and
cried because of what I'd done and how cold I was with only flimsy
panties to keep me warm. I felt filthier and filthier as the hours
past, I couldn't sleep. The floor was damp as the shed wasn't exactly
waterproof and it was a rainy night. No matter how much I tossed and
turned I couldn't get comfortable enough to sleep in the panties that
seemed to get soggier every time I moved.
Morning came what seemed like days later and I was shivering and
sneezing. I was hungry and I was unable to open the shed door, Lorraine
must've locked it. Suddenly I heard the door being unlocked and she
stood their, not looking happy.
"Get into your business suit and go to work." She said calmly. "I'd
leave you here but I need the money from your pay check."
I obediently complied, not wanting to piss her off any more. The
schoolboys were at their window again.
"Panty boy!" they jeered.
My cheeks went a colour similar to my panties as I was led indoors by
Lorraine's tight grip on my arm.
I was allowed to change in to my usual suit for going to work but
Lorraine said I had to make it up to Gemma by explaining what happened
and apologising. If I did not she said she would go into the office and
tell Gemma what happened in front of everyone.
"How will you know if I've done it?" I asked.
"Because I've spoken to her live-in girlfriend on the phone, I hit
redial the other weekend and got her on the phone."
"Miss Selfish is a lesbo?" I gasped.
"Yeah and if you breathe a word of it you'll face worse punishment than
as if you didn't apologise."
"I don't want that Lorraine baby."
I was shocked by the news about Gemma. No wonder she's a bitch she
probably hates men. This threatening behaviour made me look at my wife
in a whole different way. When I married her she was beautiful and ever
so gentle. She was a fierce monster now compared to what she was. It
was almost as if Gemma had given her pills to make her more like her.
When I'd finished day-dreaming for the millionth time about Gemma
standing before me with a whip demanding I kiss her stiletto heeled
boots, I noticed that Lorraine had gone to the door. The postman stood
on the doorstep with a parcel she had to sign for. She talked with him
then she smiled and curtseyed, I feared my wife might be flirting with
the postman!
I went off to work with that fear plaguing my mind, was I just being
paranoid? I thought so. I sat at mind desk and was about to click on to
my favourite website when I remembered my promise to Lorraine. Shit I'd
forgotten to bring the panties.
I tried to forget about it and lost myself in and lost myself in an
amusing tale of a man who got transformed into a miniskirt. I'd just
gotten to a thrilling bit where the skirt was saying what its like to
be brushing against smooth nylon tights when suddenly someone burst in
the room.
"Lorraine baby, I need to speak..."
"You left these at home..." dropping the infamous panties on my desk.
She turned on her heel and left the room again.
"Left you underwear at home Billy boy?" grunted Mike from the next desk
along.
"No it was just ummm Lorraine bought them yesterday and she wants me to
take them back at lunch." I lied.
Thankfully he didn't ask why she didn't just take them back herself but
he asked sarcastically, "What were they too small or something?"
"Enough Mike! For the last time my wife doesn't have a big butt."
"No but it ain't like the bosses either."
"Meaning what?"
"Meaning I was screwing Miss Selfish the other day and that's her
panties."
I blushed and said pathetically "Yeah right, in your dreams mate."
"You said you were taking them back at lunch. Did the boss leave them
when she was banging your wife?"
A wave of fury swept over me and I clenched my fist to wipe that smug
grin off his face, but the anger passed and I relaxed.
Just then the seductive boss mistress strutted by like she was going
down a catwalk to her office. I went after her stuffing the panties in
my pocket, forgetting Mike was watching.
"Miss Selfish, may I speak to you in your office please?"
"Yeah but it'd better be bloody quick!" she snapped. "I've got a report
to write."
We went in.
"Sit down!" she said much more calmly, maybe her bitchiness was just an
act. How was I to know she was leading me into a false sense of
security.
"What d'you wanna talk about pet?"
Pet? That was so unprofessional it made me nervous. Maybe it was part
of her manipulation act.
I swallowed hard and held out the pink underwear, "Why, it's my
panties. For what reason do you have them? I'd been looking ever-so
hard for them." She said in her posh accent.
It was so arousing I couldn't control myself. All I can remember next
is I had her pinned to the desk. Her blouse was torn open and her
miniskirt was around her ankles, I was thrusting my lucky cock in and
out. She loved every moment of it.
She made these piercing screams that just made me want to drive in
deeper so I turned her over and gave her it doggy, fucking her against
the desk better than any of my colleagues ever had. It was no secret
now, everyone was staring through the office window, Miss Selfish was a
slut whore.
After dumping my load I emerged from the office whistling, everyone was
grinning at me. They began to laugh hysterically. Ok it wasn't that
funny. The women wolf-whistled, then I realised I'd left my pants in
Gemma's office and was walking along in just the pink panties! I
cringed with embarrassment and ran back for cover in Gemma's office.
To my horror my wife was there asking Gemma if I'd apologised and given
the panties back! "Here's my sissy hubby wearing your panties Gems."
Lorraine grinned proudly, rubbing her hands with glee at my
humiliation.
I ran from the building in the verge of tears, in a hot pink party
dress my wife had bought me. It had been in that package the postman
delivered this morning. I dived in a yellow taxi, wanting to get home
as soon as possible.
The taxi driver saw how red faced I was and he sniggered, "No need for
blusher then honey."
"Shut up and drive!" I growled.
I was panicking, as the dress could only be unzipped with someone
helping. Where the hell could I find someone I trust?
When I got home I called Mike at the office and told him the whole
story, from the panties till now.
"Geez, no wonder you were touchy about it." He said. "I'll come to you
after work got to go now the bitch is coming. Bye." Then he hung up.
I sunk back into the sofa sighing. My dress, pretty as it was, was so
tight it was hard to breathe. I'm about a size 14 and the dress had to
be a size 10 at most. Maybe it was even a child's dress. I was wearing
pink tights as well, Lorraine and Gemma wouldn't let me leave without
them either. They were light pink and ruffled at the top. Any other day
I would on my bed masturbating in this apparel, but I was far too
stressed.
I lay my cute pink court shoes at the side of the settee and put my
stockinged feet up. I thought it better to enjoy my dilemma than to
fight it, so I put my hand up my dress and felt for the waistband of my
tights. When I tried to pull the elastic back it was like the tights
had clung to me with solid steel! I could not pull my tights down or
even put my hand in to touch myself!
It was so unbelievably frustrating being dressed as a 12 year old girl
and not being able to relieve myself. I tried to tear at the dress but
it seemed to get tighter. I wonder what it was like in the olden days
when girls had to wear this shit all the time.
When I couldn't stand sitting here doing nothing anymore, I ran to a
restaurant
I know Lorraine likes. There she was, sitting in the corner hand in
hand with the boss. I could see from here the love in their eyes. Ugh,
my wife is a lesbo now.
I realised people were looking at me and gasping, Parents covered their
children's eyes. I went scarlet again, the whole restaurant was staring
at me in shock. Except for my wife and Gemma who were still making out
in the corner.
"Mommy, why that man in a girly dress?" said a young teenager at the
table to my left.
"I don't know sweetheart." Her Mother turned to me, "Pervert!"
I ignored that remark and scuttled across the linoleum to the lesbian
lovers. "Lorraine..." I said.
"Piss off." She said as she ran her hand over Gemma's leg. "Gemma's my
lover now. I can only trust women."
"She's got you confused. Don't listen to her!" was my weak argument.
"Baby, look, can't we renew our vows and I'll be the wife this time." I
said putting in a reference to my dress.
Lorraine stood up. "Billy I love you very much but you're not my lover
any more, Gemma is." She held my arms, "Hey don't worry pet, Gemma and
I were just thinking we wouldn't be able to have kids."
I lifted my head up and grinned, "What are you saying?"
Gemma stood up, the whole restaurant was listening but I didn't care.
"Lorraine and I want you to be our daughter. You will be 12 years old
and you can wear any of our clothes you want. There is a condition
however, you must pay all the bills."
I was so horny by this prospect that I accepted without thinking it
over. "Who's gonna pay the bill for the meal?" said Lorraine.
Gemma grinned devilishly at me, five minutes later I was in the kitchen
blowing the waiter and giving the chef a hand job. There was cum
dribbling off my chin and down the front of my dress.
TO BE CONTINUED
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