Meri Chudai Ki Dastaan 8211 Part XXV 8211 Sagar Kinare Chut Pukare
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The next day was one of the best in my life. When we woke the next
morning, we were just aglow with our new discovery. We kissed and
fondled until we were ready to get out of bed.
"Do you want me to pick out something for you to wear today?"
"I would love that."
She climbed out of bed, wearing nothing. I just loved her full-figured
body in the nude, jiggling and shaking.
She opened dresser drawers and gathered some clothes. She tossed a light
handful of clothes. One of her big white lace bras, a white garterbelt,
and white hose.
"I picked white because this is our first new day, Alex." Then she
paused for a moment. "Do you have a feminine name?"
"Yes, Stephanie."
"Stephanie? Why Stephanie? There was a girl in high school that I wanted
to be like. She was feminine yet she was kind of a tomboy, too.
And that's kind of the image I see myself as. You know, like on The
Matrix, when Keanu and Laurence Fishburne go into the computer for
training. Fishburne tells Keanu that what they look like there is a
projection of who they perceive themselves as. I would be Stephanie."
"Nice."
I dressed and stood in front of Jena, who was now in jeans and shirts.
The panties I wore were shear in the front, so I was completely exposed.
"What else do you want me to wear?" I asked.
She went into her closet and found a pair of three inch heels.
"See if you can fit into these?"
I slid my feet in. They were tight, but doable.
"What else?" I asked.
"Nothing else, but why don't you go over to my makeup table and make
yourself look pretty. Then meet me in the kitchen. I'll make some
coffee."
I made myself, a little on the heavy side, and, since I didn't have a
wig, I used a ribbon to hide my hair a bit."
When I walked into the kitchen, she grinned from ear-to-ear. She pulled
me close.
"I could get used to seeing you this way, Stephanie."
I could have melted once again. Jena called me Stephanie.
We kissed as I held on to her big bottom and she held onto my pantied
ass.
Then she pulled away. "I should go and sort of some of my clothes for
you when you come over here. I'll give you the two drawers in my extra
dresser. While up there, you need to earn your keep around here. Could
you do the dishes and clean up the kitchen?"
"Sure," I smiled.
She slapped my butt sharply and left.
I washed the dishes while in my undies and felt self-conscious, but free
at the same time. After the dishes, I carefully moved around the kitchen
in the heels cleaning. When I was nearly finished, I looked up and
noticed Jena watching me.
"I think I could get used to this as well," she said. "You look so cute
and feminine prancing around in my kitchen. I love seeing your little
winkie in your panties."
"I liked helping out," I said.
"Do you want to come to my bedroom? I'll show you the clothes I picked
out for you."
I followed her to her bedroom and open the drawers of the dresser. The
top was filled with bras and panties and the bottom was filled with
babydolls, chemises, and other nighttime clothing.
"I hope you don't mind," Jena said, "but I gave you a lot of my older
stuff, like stuff that is more realistically worn by woman. That turns
me to think of you dressed in a more realistic manner than dressed in
sexy stuff all the time. But there will be time that I want to see you
in sexy things."
I looked through the drawers again.
"Why don't you find a nice pair of briefs and a bra to try on in the
bathroom and come back out?"
I picked out a light pastel blue brief with a floral design in the side
panels and a matching bra.
"When you come out walk out in front of the bed and circle like you are
walking on a walkway like a model. Then walk down along the bed and
stand and wait for further instructions."
I did as I was told. I put them on and both were a few sizes too big for
me. Then I walked into the bedroom clicking heels with my chin up like a
confident model, crossing my feet in front of the other to make my hips
swivel more. I turned at the end of the bedroom and back; then alongside
the bed and stopped. Jena looked over as I stared forward. She patted my
tiny package that was clearly outlined in the panties.
"Turn around," she ordered.
I did so and she caressed my pantied bottom.
"Okay," she said. "Pick out another set and do the same."
This went on for five changes. On the final one, I stood before Jena and
she told me to take off my brief. I did and then she told me to play
with myself. When I looked down at her, she scolded me and told me I was
still a model and to look forward.
"Now move to different points in the room and pretend you need to model
your technique to others at the show. Tell them how small you are and
explain your technique. Stand for three minutes at each spot and pretend
there are seven spots. And don't cum."
I did this and felt wonderfully manipulated. I moved from spot to spot
with my chin up, not looking at Jena, but knowing she was there. Soon I
was erect. After the seven spot, Jena stood and removed her clothing.
She laid back on the bed with her legs spread open.
"Let's try this again," she said. "I want you in me."
I climbed on the bed and slid myself into her. It was obviously by the
look on her face.
"You can't feel me, can you?"
"No, I'm sorry."
"It's not you," I said. "It's me. I'm just so small."
"Don't worry about." Jenna said as we cuddled next to each other. "I
won't ever ask you to put yourself in me again and embarrass you. I
won't embarrass you because you penis is just so small. Unless you like
me teasing you about, but we don't have to try intercourse again."
"I like the teasing, but trying to have intercourse is too much."
"Teasing, but drawing the line at intercourse?"
"Yeah."
"Okay," she smiled, "why don't you jump up and model some nightgowns for
me."
I jumped up modeled some nightwear. I started simple with a pink cotton
pajama set and then with a red babydoll with matching boyshorts. After a
couple more outfits, I wore a red corset with a matching garterbelt,
hose, and thong. When I stood in front of her again, she ordered me to
remove my thong and play with myself as she fingered herself.
"Can you do something for me," she asked.
"Anything."
"Have you ever heard of a self facial?"
I smiled, "Do you want to see me do that?"
"Would you?"
"I would love that," I said.
I lay on the bed next to her and pulled my legs over my head. It didn't
take long before I was shooting my semen over my own face.
She laughed, "You are such a slut."
Tenderly, she scooped my cum up with her fingers and presented them to
my mouth. I licked them clean.
"Now between my legs," she ordered.
For the rest of the day, I was allowed only to be in underwear or
lingerie, which suited me. Constantly, Jena and I touched and fondled
each other.
That night I wore a white briefs, white bra and white thigh highs to
bed. Jena wore nothing. We kissed and caressed.
"I had an awesome day," she cooed.
"One of the best days of my life," I said.
"You know what could make it better?" Jena asked.
"What?"
"If you would fuck me."
"But?"
With that, she reached for a box on the floor and handed it to me. I
opened it up. Inside was a strap-on dildo.
"I don't think this relationship will last if I don't have a cock in
me," Jena said. "I know this one is big, but medium cock or a medium-
small cock would do."
I lifted the thick, long, pale cock from the box by the straps. It was
about seven inches long.
"Put it next to yours," she smiled.
It was like comparing a kielbasa to a cocktail frank.
"Well, put it on," she encouraged.
I slid it on over my legs. Jena adjusted things for me before pulling me
close and kissing me.
"I want you in me," she whispered as she rolled over onto her back.
I started to slip the head of the dildo into her wet vagina, but it was
so thick I was having trouble. When I slid it in some, Jena gasped, "Oh,
Stephanie. That feels good. Please, fuck me, Stephanie."
Hearing her call me Stephanie was all it took. I slid the dildo in
further and further. She screamed out, "Oh, fuck me, Stephanie."
I began fucking her and she loved it. After a few minute, Jena rolled
over onto her hands and knees. I never had a woman moan and howled like
this before. The best was when Jena told me to get on my back and she
straddled the dildo. I loved she her body jiggle, especially her
breasts, and watching her face contort.
"Do you want to try one more position?" she asked.
"Sure."
Jena removed the strap-on apparatus from my body and then tightened it
over my head so that the dildo was over my mouth.
"On your back," she ordered with excitement. "I can't believe we are
actually doing this!"
She straddled my head and eased herself onto the large dildo. Soon she
was bouncing on the dildo, literally, before my eyes. After nearly
twenty minutes of screaming and moaning, Jena rolled off.
"Try kneeling by the bed."
I knelt and she laid back and straddled my face. Her hands grabbed my
head and she pulled herself onto the dildo. She proceeded, I guess like
a reserve of how a guy skull fucks a woman, to skull fuck me. When she
finished, twenty minutes later, she pulled me up to the bed.
Out of breath, she said, "I never had sex like that before. I had at
least twelve orgasms."
I couldn't speak until she removed the dildo from my face.
"I'm glad you liked your dildo," I said.
She grinned, "That's not my dildo. That your cock." She grabbed my thumb
dick. "This is your clitty from now on."
We cuddled and fell asleep after one long, glorious day.
On Sunday, Jena suggested that we go to my apartment. She wanted to see
my place and see my assortment of clothing. I told her how I hid
everything because I wasn't sure if I could tell her that I was a
crossdresser and she completely understand.
When we reached my apartment, she was amazed.
"Wow!" she said, "This is small, too. How do you live in here?"
I had three rooms: kitchen, living room, and bedroom. All were very
small.
"It's only me, so I manage and it's really cheap."
"Well, let's see your feminine wardrobe."
I began with my realistic clothing because I knew she would like that. I
should my business outfits and told her how much I liked that look:
slacks, power blouses, smart heels, pencil skirt and so on. I then
showed her my casual stuff and she realized that feminine wardrobe was
larger than my male wardrobe.
"Can I see you interesting clothing?" Jena asked.
I showed her my French maid uniforms, my cheerleading uniforms, school
girl outfits, and so on. She loved them.
"I can't wait to see you cleaning up at my place in a maid uniform," she
grinned. "Would you like that?"
"I'd love it."
Jenna turned to me and put her arms around my neck.
"I think we are going to have lots of fun." She looked at her watch.
"Too bad we have to go to work soon or I'd have you dress up for me and
do some cheers."
Jenna left to go back home and get ready for work. I met her there and
then we went to her place again that night. I had a surprise for each
other the next day. I dressed for her in my black French maid uniform.
"I think you need to fold my laundry and put it away and then vacuum my
floors first," she said.
I did as I was told and was in heaven. Though my thumb dick wasn't hard,
I was wetting my panties with excitement. After I finished, I came back
into the living room where she was sitting.
"When you are dressed in a maid uniform, it's Ms. Stevens. Do you
understand?"
"Yes, Ms. Stevens."
"I think I will be in charge on you from now on when you are dressed as
a woman. Can you handle that?"
"I would love that," I replied.
I had so much to tell Susan and I told her everything.
"That's all so incredible," Susan said. "Can you handle all this? Do you
feel you can trust Jena?"
"I hope I can trust her. I know that she could destroy my world if she
wanted to. She could people my co-workers and friends all this, but what
would be the purpose of it all? She would only be ruining what we have
and showing that she was a part of it all. Besides, I just have to trust
her and I'm willing to handle the consequences if I'm wrong, even if
that means that I have to leave town. I have money saved up to start
somewhere new. There's is just too much of an upswing to this.
I'll regret it the rest of my life if I don't follow through."
"How did you feel when you modeled for her?"
"It felt great," I smiled. "It made me feel so secure with her, like I
didn't feel like a fool dressing up for her."
"Is that why you haven't dressed as Stephanie for one of our sessions
yet?" she asked. "Is it because you'll feel like a fool?"
"Yeah."
"Well, what are you wearing under your jeans and shirt? Female
underwear?"
"Yeah," I said. "A bra, panties, and pantyhose."
"To make yourself feel more secure here, why don't you reenact your
modeling for me?"
Before last week, this would have been a dream come true, but now with
Jena being my dream, this was just...I don't know what. I sat, not sure
what I should do.
"Why don't you try?" Susan encouraged.
I stood and unbuttoned my shirt and slipped off my pants.
"We really don't have much room here," Susan said, but then had an idea.
"Oh, why don't we go out to the hallway and waiting room?"
"I don't know," I said nervously.
"Oh, don't worry. I always schedule you last so in case you want to
dress as Stephanie you can without worrying about anyone being around."
We walked to the door. As Susan opened it, she said, "Only Bridgette, my
secretary, will be out her and maybe she can be one of the stations and
I'll be another."
Susan called Bridgette out into the waiting room. I stood with these two
women dressed in office attire while I was dressed in pantyhose, a red
bra and red lace boyshorts.
"Don't you write for the newspaper?" Bridgette asked.
"Yes, I do," I said, feeling as vulnerable as ever.
"I like your writing and I would be happy to help," Bridgette said, "as
long as, like Susan said, it helps you feel more secure and you find out
a little about yourself."
"Am I just coming out once?" I asked. "I only have these clothes."
"Well..." Susan said, thinking about it, "...just come out like you are now
and then next time come out without your pantyhose on. On the third time
do what you did with the stations."
I went into Susan's office and took a deep breath. Was this really
happening? For years I had no one to share my crossdressing with. Now I
had Jena and I was dressed in my undies for Susan and Bridgette.
I walked out swaying my hips a bit, but it wasn't as easy as it was with
heels. I walked in front of Bridgette and turned around. Then I walked
in front of Susan and turned around. I stood with my back to Susan until
she dismissed me. I then walked out in just my bra and panties and did
the same.
However, when I stood in front of Susan, I pulled my panties. I heard
Bridgette giggle over Susan's shoulder.
"What did you say for Jena?" Susan asked.
"This is my little winkie. It is only ? of an inch long when it is soft
and three inches when it is hard. I can make it hard by playing with it,
but it is so small I can only use my thumb and finger to play with it."
I played with it for a few minutes and moved to an imaginary station.
After about three fake stations, I moved in front of Bridgette, who
couldn't stop giggling.
"I'm sorry," she said, "but I've never seen one so small on a man
before. I'm so sorry. Go ahead and say what you have to."
"This is my little winkie. It is only ? of an inch long when it is soft
and three inches when it is hard. I can make it hard by playing with it,
but it is so small I can only use my thumb and finger to play with it."
I was having trouble getting hard; maybe because of being a little tense
and nervous. After about fifteen minutes, Susan asked, "Does this always
happen? Do you have trouble getting an erection?"
"It has happened before," I said. "I have trouble maintaining an
erection as well."
"Why don't we give you another ten minutes?" Susan suggested.
I kept masturbating with my thumb and forefinger for another long ten
minutes.
"Well, you seem to be getting excited," Susan said. "You are dripping
some. Maybe we should stop here."
"Yeah," Bridgette chuckled, "I think I'm getting a complex."
"Why?" Susan asked.
"I never had a man have this problem with me. I was wondering if I was
going to have to take off some clothes."
Bridgette stood up and looked at her watch. "I need to be going. Is it
okay if I clean up tomorrow morning?"
"Sure, that's not a problem. Stephanie, why don't you grab her coat for
her?"
I stopped masturbating, walked over, and grabbed her coat from the rack.
"Thank you," Bridgette smiled and left.
"We have some clerical things to wrap up," Susan said as she picked up
my panties and walked into her office. I followed. Susan opened the top
drawer of her desk and removed a ruler. She walked over and measured my
soft cock. "I need to do this for my records."
She then replaced the ruler and handed me my panties.
"You need to come to your next session dressed as Stephanie," she
insisted.
"I will," I said.
When it rains, it pours. Feast or famine.
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