The Halloween Ride of Paul a Revere
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Best Halloween Ever - Part 7 free porn video
Best Halloween Ever - part 7
By strangefun
WARNING: This story contains extremely graphical depictions of sex,
sexual abuse and humiliation.
Waking up tightly packed against another body inside a slippery, tight
latex body bag was another unforgettable experience in a series of
amazing new sensations that this long Halloween weekend brought into my
life. I was looking into Alice's up-close face and feeling her body
pressed against mine, inhaling the aroma of warm latex, sweat and cum
emanating from the neck opening of our tight rubber heaven, feeling my
large, securely glued to my chest silicone breasts press against hers. My
rested dickie came to life almost immediately, poking its way through our
intertwined genitals. With my lips, I felt Alice smile and her growing
erection joined the pushing war for expansion space. Grabbing each
other's butts and grinding out hips together, we quickly brought
ourselves to a mind-shuddering, screaming, creaming orgasm, adding to the
pool of lube, sweat and cum in which our bodies swam.
The bedroom was filled with the morning light, and the numbers on the
combination lock that kept us willing prisoners inside this rubber cell
were clearly visible - now we could free ourselves, and we had a lot of
preparations to go through for the first day at works as cross-dressed
sissies. Alice pushed her slippery fingers through the neck opening, and
with help from my mouth holding the lock, managed to dial the right
combination. With a reluctant click, our guard opened and the zipper was
free. Alice slid it down, and the tight latex spat our glistening, slimy
bodies into the cool morning air - we felt like we were born. "Promise
me" - I said to Alice - "that we'll wake up like this again..." "Every
morning, love" - she replied - "like this, or better!" We hugged, still
sitting in the latex bag. Overwhelmed by the feel and smell of Alice's
slippery body in my hands, I lost my head again and jumped on top of her,
inhaling her already stiffening dick and feeling her hot mouth engulf
mine - two sissies in a 69 position on top of a pile of dirty latex - and
soon we were flooding each other mouths once again.
We threw the dirty latex pile into the shower and got in ourselves,
soaping up each other and thoroughly washed each other's bodies. After
cleaning latex sleeping bag and hanging it to dry and having a light
breakfast, it was time to get dressed for work.
First, Alice fed my exhausted, drained, limp weenie into the tiny pink
plastic tube of my chastity cage - even in its deflated state, it filled
the small space completely, and I wandered how it would feel when I get
excited again... I won't have to wait long to find out!
Alice wrapped the hinged locking ring around the base of my genitals,
closing it tight, feeding the protruding pins through the corresponding
holes in the cage and held up the pink lock that was provided. There, of
course, was no key. With an evil smile, she fed the lock through the hole
in the pin, and "click" - went the control of my own genitals. I didn't
even know who had the key, and I didn't care. A lot has changed in me
over this long and eventful Halloween weekend, and I fell that I have
permanently became the dressed-up sissy I was made to be just for one
night. I did not want to go back to my mundane life. There was no way for
me to go back, anyway - too much have changed in me, to many things
released - I was a changed... what?
Sissy.
Feeling my genitals compressed and inaccessible, I grabbed Alice's red
chastity cage and repeated the process on her. The shiny and heavy metal
butt plugs, capped with sparkly crystal went in next, and soon our sissy
pussies were adorned with the glint of hot pink for mine and red for
Alice's - every time we bent over, the large crystals were clearly
visible between our butt cheeks.
Next, we helped each other with our frilly corsets, taking our turns
tightening them around each other waists until the edges met and we were
forced to take short breaths due to the compression. On the plus side, it
made our narrow waists even narrower and propped up our silicone breasts.
The zippered flap covered the corset laces on the back, with, no
surprise, a lock without a key, securing the zipper in the closed
position. No getting out of this on our own.
Stockings came in next. We had to put them on each other because it was
difficult to bend in our tightly-laced corsets, and because we so
immensely enjoyed the process of dressing each other up, attaching them
to the garters hanging down from the corsets, sheathing our girly legs in
sheer hosiery, mine virgin white and Alice's slutty black.
There were no panties or bras.
We donned our short, slutty, but still somehow modest business dresses,
and, zipping each other up, found familiar locks at the high frilly
necks, which had sturdy collars sewed into them - again, no taking them
off by ourselves. The tiny shiny locks on the back of our necks were
clearly visible from the behind.
We have fed each other's feet into the hungry mouths of our beautiful,
shiny four-inch stiletto pumps and fastened the sturdy ankle straps with
the shiny locks. Pearl necklaces (real ones ;), pearl earrings, pearl
wrist bracelets - doesn't get any more hinty that this - and lastly, our
wigs, both identical jet-black bob-style. Touched up each other's makeup
- we were ready.
Standing in the corridor looking at each other, I marveled at the
beautiful sight in front of me, feeling happy that I looked just as
gorgeous as Alice did - the only problem was that without any panties or
bras, our fake nipples poked through the thin fabric of the dresses, and
our chastity cages somewhat noticeably tended our short skirts. I looked
at the absolutely perfect sissy doll standing in front of me, now fully
filling the presence of the chastity cage - my tired dickie achingly
swelled up and instantly filled the small space inside, and I moaned in
sweet frustration, as my boy pussy clenched around the shiny steel
invader. It donned on us that we had to walk like this outside, on the
business day, through the streets full of people, and the Halloween
excuse was no longer valid, but that thought only made us hornier.
The time was running short, and we definitely did not want to be late,
so, with our hearts pounding in our throats, we stepped out into the
morning sunlight.
We were walking on the busy Monday morning streets, clutching out purses,
trying to cover the bumps that our chastity cages were causing. We did
not look outrageous, but definitely over-the-top office sexy, and the
stares, wolf whistles and lewd comments followed us the entire fifteen-
minute walk to the office. Our heels were loud, skirts short, legs long
and shiny, waists narrow, breasts large and faces red. First few minutes
were the scariest; I was shaking in my heels and stumbled couple of
times, always helped by passing man, who weren't shy about grouping my
butt in the process. One of them was so bold that actually ran his hand
under my skirt and felt up my naked butt, slipping me his business card
afterwards. After first block, we got a bit more confident, seeing that
the attention we were attracting was mostly not negative, but sexual. The
dirtiest looks we got from women. So as some of the horniest ones!
By the time we got to the office, we were walking arm-in-arm, smiling and
chatting. When we stepped into the building, we got nervous again. People
knew us here, though, unless they've participated in our Halloween
activities, hardly anyone would have recognized two geeky computer nerds
in two pretty, dolled-up, long-legged, narrow-wasted, large-breasted
office sluts, reflected in numerous building foyer mirrors.
An elevator took us up - my floor was first, so I kisses Alice goodbye,
stepped out, and, with trembling hands, opened the door to the office,
that I entered last Friday as a nerdy guy and left as a party sissy,
never to come back as a nerdy guy again.
Everyone was there. Everyone turned and stared at me, with their mouths
open. I felt my heart stop, I felt the panic rising, I wanted to
disappear. Still gripping the door handle with my white-knuckled hand, I
was ready to turn around and run. I almost did.
Then they cheered. Not jeered, cheered. They ran to me, dragged me in the
middle of the reception area, cooed over my outfit and complemented me on
"what a beautiful sissy girl" I made. Pictures, posing... Every detail of
my outfit was poured over, my big sexy breasts, my tiny corseted waist,
my shiny stockings, and when they raised my skirt and found my chastity
cage and pink crystal plug - the level of cooing wend to the insane
level, now mixed with heavily sexual tones. I just stood in the middle,
face crimson red, and let it wash over me. I was made into this by them,
and now accepted as what they wanted me to be, and what I wanted to be
all along. My co-workers were ogling me over, when a gaggle of girls from
Alice office loudly burst in with crimson-red (not in dress only) Alice
in tow - and the Ooh's and Ah's erupted anew, them over me and our girls
over Alice. Now, Alice and I were standing together in the middle of the
room, posing for more pictures and taking in all the comment and
commotion over us, smiling, as I later saw on the pictures and videos,
slightly bewildered smiles. Alice was squeezing my hand pretty hard and I
was squeezing back. We were assaulted by the questions. "What happened
after the party?" Blush "Did you girls spend the weekend together?"
Blush. "Did you have fun?" You have no idea... "Did you dress each other?"
Blush. "Are your corsets too tight?" Good! "You walked here dressed like
this? On the streets?" Blush. "Are those uncomfortable?" Blush. "Who has
the keys? What do you mean you don't know? You locked yourselves in this
clothes and shoes not knowing who has the key?"
"We have the keys" - my boss spoke - "and the decision whether to let
them use them or not will be base on how well they perform at work.
Needless to say, the list of their duties will expand from now on!"
The smiles, or rather smirks on women's faces became more sinister, and
Alice and I exchanged worried glances. "Don't worry, boys" - the word
"boys" made us both twitch - being attired as we were, it sounded
especially mocking, but in rousingly demining way - "I am sure you will
like your new duties. OK, ladies, time to go back to work! Pinky, can I
see you in my office?"
Alice left ushered along by her co-workers, and I minced on my heels
behind my bosses imposing figure, admiring her tight butt in a knee-high
pencil skirt, shapely, toned legs covered in sheer black pantyhose and
black, shiny pumps with stiletto heels much higher than mine - though the
walked like she was born in them, without a hint of disbalance. I felt
clumsy and pathetic next to her.
She sat in her chair, crossing her legs and bearing her beautiful knees -
I was left standing. With an inquisitive eye and a slight smile on her
face, she looked me up and down for a while, made a motion for me to
twirl around which I obeyed without hesitation. "Nice" - she finally
said. "Very nice, even better that I expected. Pinky, you know that ours
is a girls-only office, and you were temporarily hired as an exception
due to your expertize - and, in no small part - your, shall I say, lack
of manliness. I am now prepared to offer you a full-time position,
doubling you salary (my eyes opened wide in surprise) - provided, that
you will follow the specific dress code, and example of which you are
wearing today. And again, since this is a girls-only office, your... hmm...
cage will stay on locked during the business week - I will personally
unlock it for the weekends, unless we are on business travel - and we'll
be traveling a lot, since you are now my assistant as well! Do you
accept?"
The thought that from now on I will have to dress like this for work
EVERY DAY overwhelmed me, I swooned and almost lost my footing, and with
tears rolling down my face, I nodded "yes" to this proposition, that I
could not refuse even if I tried. "Great!" - she beamed - "Here is your
new contract, please read and sign!"
I signed it without reading. "You should really read this" - my boss said
- "there are SPECIAL services that will be required of you in addition to
your regular duties. However, after what I've seen, you probable would
not object much to anything!" I blushed, while she continued: "As your
first task, I need you to move the wires under my desk out of the way - I
always snag them with my heels!"
Crawling under the desks doing cable management always was my most
enjoyable duty - the girls always took this opportunity to tease me,
showing their nyloned feet, heels and skirts, but today, with my dress,
heels, tight corset, wig... I gingerly got on my knees and crawled under my
bosses' massive desk -what a site I must present, on all fours in my pink
short dress, stalking, heels... As soon as I crawled under the desk, my
boss rolled her chair in, trapping me under the desk, pushing me with her
heels, making me sit on my ass with my back against the back of the desk,
driving the plug deep into me, making me moan. She dug her heels into my
chest: "While you are down there, I could really use a foot massage! It
is your new duty anyway, every time you are under anyone's desk!"
I swooned with pleasure, slowly taking her beautiful stiletto heeled
leather pump off her gorgeous foot and kissed her lovely toes, imbibing
the intoxicating smell of her feet, mixed with the smell of leather from
the shoes. With her toes at my lips, I began to massage her foot, ankle,
calf, while she dug the other foot into my groin, pushing on my chastity
cage, making me moan in horniness and discomfort.
The phone rang; she picked up and went on with her conversation, with me
under the table, delirious with the joy of my new duties. I went on to
the other foot, massaged them together, ran my hungry hands all over the
smooth shear black nylon stretched tightly over her magnificent legs,
immensely enjoying my unobstructed view up my bosses' short business
skirt. I was in heaven; this was beyond anything I ever though possible,
even though I was fantasizing about it for so long... And now, sissified,
exposed, locked and accepted as a sissy I am, I am sitting under a desk
massaging and kissing my bosses gorgeous feet, looking under her skirt,
and realizing the she is not wearing any underwear, and just above her
stalking tops I can see her cleanly-shaven slightly glistening pussy
lips! I started moving my lips up her feet, placing soft kisses and
continuing my massage up her calves, to her knees, lower thighs, gently
spreading her knees, and she opened up, sliding forward on the chair -
her skirt rode up, presenting her magnificent pussy to my eager lips.
Getting on my knees, I reached with my face towards the magic junction.
As I planted the first gentle kiss on the tender flesh, I heard her sigh,
but she did not interrupt her phone conference, as I kissed her sex,
inhaling her aroma. She swung her legs up and placed them on my
shoulders, than, with one hand, pushed my head in and locked her thighs
around my head, trapping my face pressed against her horny sex. I almost
squealed in delight, than parted her lips with my tongue, easily finding
her horny clit, and sucked on it as it was a tiny penis. At this point
she hurriedly hung up, and now, grabbing my head with both hands, rode my
face until I felt her body quiver, her thighs gripping my head like a
soft yet inescapable vice, and I sucked and licked as she rode wave after
wave of such an intense, continuous, never-ending orgasm, that even I,
after all my experiences, was a bit jealous of. My own sex, imprisoned in
its cage, screamed from discomfort, pushing against its tight, torturous
confinement - but in a way, I was glad it was there - otherwise, I would
have already creamed all over my pretty dress.
After a while her quivering subsided, and my sore face was released from
her flesh prison. She handed me some tissue, and I gently cleaned her up.
She sat up straight again, pulling her skirt down, and rolled back in her
chair. On my all fours, I crawled out from under the desk, and, getting
up on my feet and turning around, I saw all our girls standing and
sitting around. I was standing there, shocked, with my face glistening
with my bosses' juices, hair all messed up, lipstick smeared... The girls
laughed at the pathetic sissy standing in front of them, and I was ready
to die from shame, when my boss spoke.
"Pinky, safety is important in our office, so I want you to conduct
cabling inspection of every desk in the office on daily basis! Do you
understand?"
I nodded "yes", unsure of my voice. Everyone in the office smiled. "Go
get yourself straightened up and proceed with your inspections!"
Unexpectedly even for myself, I curtsied, causing laughter and applause,
and, grabbing my purse, minced on my heels out of the office and into the
woman's bathroom in the corridor.
Luckily, it was empty, and looking at myself in the mirror, I laughed,
seeing a ravaged sissy with sticky face matted hair, smeared makeup... I
quickly made myself presentable, brushed my wig, and went into the stall
to take a pee - sitting down, like a good girl. Other women walked in,
talking, and my high-heeled feet with locks on the ankle straps were
clearly visible under the stall walls, and this, as well as the memories
of what has transpired, and the anticipation of what's to come, made it
very uncomfortable for my horny little prisoner.
When I stepped back into the office, I saw a dozen pairs of hungry,
hohrny eyes behind each desk... Time to begin my "inspections"!
We were walking through the 5 o'clock streets, full of business people
walking home, Alice and Pinky, both looking a bit tired and in need of
freshening up, like a hard-working office girls should look after a long
day at the office. We were quietly telling each other the stories of our
first day as office sissies, and the damn chastity cages were making our
lives wonderfully miserable, and both of us suddenly realized that even
though we now had the keys for our clothes with an instruction to leave
them at home when we are at the office, we are locked in our chastity
cages 'till the end of the week! We kept walking on the busy street,
enjoying the attention we were getting, holding our purses in front of
us, trying to hide the bumps our cages were making in our skirts...
"What about tonight?" - I asked, motioning my eyes toward Alice's locked
crotch.
"Don't worry" - Answered Alice - "I have a strapon!"
The end.
From the author: I hope you enjoyed the story. Write a review; let me
know what you think! Or talk to me directly at [email protected]
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Stay strange!
Marisol
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