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We arrived at the hotel, and walked into the bar. The bar area had
mostly been closed off, so we went and sat on a couple of stools by
the bar itself, I climbed up on mine and crossed my legs, thinking how
feminine i must look perched on the bar still like this.
Danny ordered us drinks, he got himself a bottle of beer and bought me
another vodka and lemonade, even remembering to get me a straw. He
started chatting about our night, and Danny kept glancing at my
wedding ring. "I'm not sure we should be doing this," he said as he
held my hand. "You're a married woman and I don't want to encourage
you to cheat on your husband. Maybe its best if I call you a cab,
Janice." I started to panic in my mind, How could I even explain my
situation to this relative stranger, to a man I had met less than an
hour ago. I needed to rescue the situation, I had convinced myself I
was going to get the fuck I needed, and the prospect of going home
without it was just not an option. I needed to rescue the situation,
and I needed to think quickly.
I stood up, and moved towards Danny. Even stood up, and even in my 5
inch stilettos, I was still a little shorter than Danny and he was
sitting down! I stood close to him, his legs either side of mine, and
leaned in and kissed him as passionately as I could. As Ive mentioned
before, I found kissing men the worst thing I did with them, maybe
because I found it more intimate and person. I reached down with a
hand and started to rub his crotch through his jeans, my other hand
resting on his cheek. I felt his cock start to harden in his jeans,
and was shocked by how big it felt. "You like that?" I asked as
seductively as possible, as I broke our kiss? I could see his resolve
starting to break, as he smiled and kissed me back, his hands resting
on my womanly hips, before sliding them round to rest on my huge ass
and pulled me even closer to him. I put my arms round his neck, and
whispered in his ear "why don't you show me your room?"
Danny stood up and took my hand and we walked towards the elevator. I
could feel my heart pounding in my chest with excitement and nerves.
In the elevator Danny started kissing me again and buried his face in
my huge cleavage. I was struggling to contain myself, my panties were
already soaked, when the elevator pinged to announce we had arrived at
our destination. We walked down the corgi to the room, and Danny
swiped his card on the door, and held it open for me. "Such a gent," I
thought as I walked in. Once inside we started kissing again, and I
wasted no time in unbuttoning Dannys shirt, although my nails made it
slow progress.
He had a very muscular chest and I ran my hands over it, as i felt
Dannys hand on my back, unzipping my dress. I wriggled my arms out of
my dress, and Danny worked it over my wide hips and it fell to the
floor. I was now standing in front of a strange man in a strange hotel
room, wearing only a black balcony bra, black panties, and a pair of 5
inch patent black stiletto heels. I unbuckled Dannys belt and he
pulled his jeans down. With one hand running through my hair he again
stuck his face in my tits, before unhooking my bra with one hand, I
immediately felt the straps stop digging into my shoulders and the
considerable weight pull on my chest as the straps slid off my
shoulders. With my bra on the floor, Danny cupping and held my boobs
in his huge hands. "My God, your boobs are massive!" he said as he
popped my right nipple into his mouth and I groaned loudly as the I
felt waves of pleasure run through my body. I slid my soaking panties
off, and went to kick off my heels, but Danny asked me to keep my
heels on and I obliged.
We collapsed on to the bed and Danny kissed me all over my neck and
tits, and as his hands worked my nipples my level of horniness hit new
heights. My nipples seemed a lot more sensitive than usual, and as his
hand reached down to my pussy I parted my legs, and his finger traced
around my clit I gasped and moaned, feeling my breathing get heavier
and heavier. Danny seemed to love my tits and seemed content on
playing with them and sucking on them. I was starting to think he was
going to make me cum just by working my tits.
I reached down and gently took his penis in my hands, being careful
with my long nails not to hurt him. His penis was hot and huge, and I
started to think it might be too big to fit inside me and started to
panic again. Danny shifted position on the bed and lined his huge cock
up before pushing it inside me. I screamed like a porn star as it
entered me, shocking myself with the noise I was making, but I didn't
care and Danny didn't seem to mind either, in fact, if anything it
seemed to spur him on.
For the next three hours Danny pounded me. It is had to describe how I
felt, When I had sex with Allen in the past it was much more relaxed.
This just felt primal. I lost count of how many times I orgasmed, and
I'm sure other guests in the hotel could hear my squeal and cry out in
sheer delight as Danny pounded me. During those hours Danny was
fucking me, for the first time since the swap six months ago, I didn't
feel like Michael. For those few hours I was Janice, I was a woman,
and I was enjoying getting my brains fucked out by a much younger man
I'd picked up in a club a few hours earlier!
When I thought he had finally finished, he stood up, picked me up like
I was a rag doll, flipped me onto all fours, and proceeded to fuck me
doggy style. I tried in vain to cradle my huge and extremely heavy
tits as they swung back and forward beneath me, but I just couldn't
manage it and they swung right up to my chin on occasions. If it
wasn't for the wonderful sensations I was feeling sexually, I would
have been completely humiliated by the position I found myself in.
When he finally emptied his load into me again, we both collapsed in a
sweaty heap on the bed, and I feel asleep cuddled right up against
him.
When we woke a few hours later I was still exhausted, but for the
first time in months I had woken up not craving sex. I was still
fulfilled from our overnight romp. But as I lay on the bed, I was very
much back in Michael mode, as always happened after I had sex, and the
feelings of regret and shame came flooding back. If I didn't have
these extreme sexual urges and what felt like an addiction, I wouldn't
even look at man sexually.
I got up to use the bathroom, and found my legs felt weak and my pussy
felt a little sore. I sat and had a pee, and again cursed the
predicament I found myself in. When I got back to the bedroom, Danny
was up and went to the bathroom, kissing me and feeling my boobs as we
passed, and I tried not to cringe. I lay back on the bed, my boobs
flopping down by my armpits causing me to roll over onto my side and
cradle them in an attempt to get comfortable.
"Thanks for last night, you were amazing," said Danny as he came back
from the bathroom. "You were fantastic," I said to Danny as he got
back onto the bed and tried to muster a smile. "Will you do me a
favour Janice?" asked Danny as he ran his hands over my boobs again. I
was convinced he was going to ask for a blow job, and I felt my face
flush red. "What is it?" I asked. "Well, said Danny, to be honest
Janice you've got the best tits I've ever had the pleasure to play
with, and I was wondering if you would give me a titty-fuck?
I looked at him with a look of shock. I'd only ever seen a titty fuck
in a porn movie i'd watched on a computer back when I would have been
the one providing the penis, and not the titties. Danny got up and sat
on the end of the bed. "Come on Janice, It'll be fun," he said with a
smile. "What real choice did I have," I thought as i got up and walked
round and knelt in front of Danny, I took his penis in my hands, and
started to stroke his balls gently with my long nails, and Dannys
penis sprang to life and got rock hard in seconds.
Placing it gently in the cleft between my breasts, I used my hands to
lift my heavy boobs and started to massage his cock with them. Danny
lay back in the bed moaning softly, and I looked down at the sight in
front of me, my small feminine hands, topped with long bright red
nails, holding my huge tits against another mans cock. Waves up
embarrassment went through me, it almost felt like an out of body
experience as I watched my hands and my tits try and bring Danny to
orgasm. I was a 17 year old boy, I wasn't supposed to have long red
nails, and I definitely wasn't meant to have an enormous heavy pair of
F cup breasts hanging off my chest.
I felt Dannys body tense up, and I tried to speed up, but my hands and
arms were getting sore from holding the heavy boobs, and my boobs were
sore from the rubbing up and down on Dannys cock, so rather get this
ordeal over with, I was actually prolonging the humiliation. The head
of his penis was almost at face level, and as Danny eventually came,
he shot a huge stream of cum all over my face, some getting into my
mouth, the rest landing on my face and in my hair. I felt so much
relief, as I was finally able to let go of my tits, my arms and my
tits were both in agony, while Danny lay on the bed saying how good it
was. I got on to my feet, and went to the bathroom, and looking in the
mirror, my cum splattered face stared back at me, the cum dripping
onto my tits that were now red raw with all the rubbing and extremely
tender. I felt the tears coming again, but i fought them back, and got
myself into the shower to get cleaned off, but the shame I felt at
that moment simply wouldn't wash away.
When I got myself out of the shower I got dressed, getting my bra back
on, and pulling my still damp knickers up my legs. My arms were so
sore from the titty fuck I had to ask Danny to zip my dress back up,
before I stepped back into my heels. I felt embarrassed now to be
dressed like this, as last night when I got dressed up I was feeling
so horny and I needed a fuck. Now, when I wasn't horny, i felt one
hundred percent male again, and the clothes and how I looked
humiliated me greatly. I went into the bathroom to do my makeup, as
when I looked in the mirror, I looked like, well, I looked like I'd
been up all night getting fucked! I put my foundation on and mascara
on my ridiculously long fake eyelashes, but the only lipstick I had
was the bright red one I had worn the night before, so I put it on
again, although I would have much preferred if I had brought one that
was a more subtle colour, or even my trusty nude lipgloss.
I swapped phone numbers with Danny, and then headed down through the
reception, and out on to the street. I checked in my clutch bag for
some money, and realised I only had my bank card with me so would have
to find a bank machine to get money before I could get a taxi, as I
was at the other end of town, and as much as I was OK walking in
heels, I would never be able to walk the four miles or so home in a
pair of 5 inch stilettos.
I walked up the street, the cold morning air making my legs and the
top of my bust feel cold, and the click clack of my heels broke the
silence as I walked. There was a bank on the corner of the street by a
bus stop, which had a crowd of teenagers at it. As I got closer, I
recognised some of them as my old classmates from school and realised
they were waiting on the bus to take them to a soccer game. The click
clacking of my heels drew attention to me, and one of them wolf
whistled. My face burned with shame as I tried not to make eye
contact, but could see my old friends Paul Casper and David Harrison
stood amongst them.
"Doing the walk of shame, babe? One of them shouted while the rest
started laughing. I put my head down to try not to look at them, and
instead found myself staring at my wobbling tits. I got to the bank
machine to a cacophony of cat calls from the boys at the bus stop, and
put my card in to get money out. With the money out, the machine
returned my card, but to my absolute horror I realised the little
plastic protector were the card slot was wouldn't let me get my card
out because of the length of these nails. For the second time in 24
hours my long nails were causing me huge embarrassment and problems
with my bank card. Left with no choice I had to ask one my old school
friends to retrieve my card for me. They all laughed again, and my old
friend Paul stepped forward and got it for me. "There you go babe," he
said as I took it off him and thanked him in a small high pitched
voice. If only he knew who I really was. I walked off up the street,
to shouts of "Nice ass," and "Show us your tits". Boys could be such
dickheads I thought, as I minced my way be far up the street and
prayed that a taxi wouldnt be far away.
Having arrived home from my night with Danny, i threw my clutch on the
chair and slumped my huge ass onto the couch. "What had become of me,"
I thought as I relieved the last 12 hours. My boobs still ached from
the titty fuck, which just added to the discomfort of having to carry
them around all the time. I got up and walked through to the kitchen
and made myself some coffee. As I paced up and down the kitchen
waiting for the coffee to get ready, the rhythmic click of my stiletto
heels on the tiled floor made me realise that I still hadn't taken my
shoes off. Immediately after the change I couldn't wait to get my
heels off after being on my feet outside for more than a few minutes,
and now it seemed I had got so used to wearing them I didn't even
notice I was still wearing them, and these were higher than the ones I
normally wore!
I lifted each foot and removed the heels and sat them in the front
room and padded back out to the kitchen barefoot. Sipping my coffee
and lighting a cigarette I sat by the table to try and relax. My usual
state of horniness still hadn't returned, which I was delighted about,
and when I finished my coffee and cigarette I went upstairs to get
changed and lie on the bed and try and relax. As I undressed and
unhooked my bra, my huge tits flopped forward painfully, and I
examined them in the full length mirror. I had a huge bruise on the
inside of my right breast and smaller bruise on the left one,
obviously the result of the mornings exertions. I really didn't want
them flopping around free and adding to the pain, so I dug around my
lingerie drawer to find my tatty old comfortable bra, and strapped
myself back in before lying on the bed and drifted off to sleep.
A few days later I was busying myself with the morning housework. It
was two days until Allen was due home and my extreme horniness had
returned with a vengeance after my brief respite. My boobs however,
were still a little tender, although thankfully the bruises had mostly
faded away. I really didn't want to have to try and explain the
bruising to Allen. As I was mopping the kitchen floor my phone bleeped
with a text message. I fetched it from my handbag which was on the
kitchen table and scrolled through. It was Danny again from the
weekend. Over the last couple of days he had sent me occasional
messages and I had been replying. I had however spun a little web of
lies that I was now regretting.
Not satisfied with lying to him about my age, I had also told him I
had a job. I really didn't want to tell him that I was basically just
an ageing trophy wife! I had told him I worked as a P.A, and when he
had messaged earlier asking what I was doing I had told him I was at
work in my job, when the reality was I was in the middle of the
glamorous task of cleaning out the kitchen cupboards. Now he had
texted again saying he was back in the hotel we had stayed in at the
weekend for another couple of days and if I wanted to come over? I
read the message and felt weak at the knees at the prospect of another
romp with Danny. I sat down at the table and wondered what to do, what
to say. It had just gone midday, so I messaged back asking what time
he had in mind? My phone beeped again seconds later and I read the
message. "Any time after 4 is good for me, Janice," I texted back
saying I would see him there, signing off with a couple of kisses and
a little heart emoji, cringing as I sent the overly girly message.
At 4 o'clock I found myself sitting in the back of a taxi travelling
to his hotel. I had dressed as sexily as I thought I could, pretending
to be going straight from my job. I had on a pink satin balcony bra
with matching pink panties. My blouse was a pink and purple satin one
that just about closed over my bust, which was held up and out by my
bra. I left the top 2 buttons open to show off my impressive cleavage,
and I had on a black skirt that fell to about three inches above my
knees. I wore a pair of 4 inch black rounded toe stilettos with a pink
sole on my feet. I had heavy makeup on again, with lots of mascara,
eye shadow and a pink lipstick and lip gloss, giving me a shiny pink
pout. I decided to keep my hair down as I thought I looked younger
with it down.
When I arrived at the hotel I went and sat in the bar and messaged
Danny to say that I had arrived. Danny came through a few minutes
later and hugged me. "Slight change of plan this evening, Janice. The
presentation I am supposed to be at in the morning is now happening
tonight here in the hotel. It should only last an hour though, so you
can come along and pretend you are my PA. Then as soon as we are done
we can go to the room and have some fun," he said with a cheeky smile.
I smiled back and agreed, and we walked together towards the main
conference room where the presentation would take place. At the corner
of the room there was a disabled bathroom and baby changing room. As
we were the first ones to arrive for the presentation and there was no
one else around, I asked Danny quietly if he wanted a to come in to
the room with me for some cheeky fun.
He didn't need to be asked twice and we both glanced around to make
sure no one was watching and darted into the room and locked the door.
Danny immediately started unbuttoning my blouse, and setting it on the
baby changing table, removed my bra and tossed it to one side before
fondling my still tender breasts. He then unblocked his belt and said
"Will you give me a blow job, Janice?" he asked. I didnt really want
to give him a blow job as my pussy was throbbing and desperate for
some penetration, but I wanted to impress Danny, so I obediently sank
to my knees, and massaged his cock until he was hard. The size of his
dick stretched my mouth as wide as I could go, and I started sucking
on it, taking it as deep as I could, leaving rings of bright pink
lipstick on the shaft as I took him deeper and deeper.
With every bob of my head my breasts pulled uncomfortably on my chest.
After about 10 minutes of work, and with my mouth aching, Danny put
his hands on my head to set a rhythm, while I cupped his balls with my
hands delicately tickling them with my long nails. Not much longer I
told myself as Danny quickened the pace, and just as I thought he was
going cum the lights went out and the fire alarm started going off.
Danny withdrew quickly, my mouth drooling as he withdrew, and he
quickly pulled up his trousers and handed me my blouse. "Shit! shit!
shit! he exclaimed as he buckled himself up. "Where's my bra?" I asked
in panic as I stood holding my blouse, the darkness interrupted by a
red flashing light above the door. I couldn't see it anywhere. "Just
get your blouse on we will come and get it later," said Danny handing
me my handbag as i fumbled with the fiddly fussy fasteners on my pink
blouse, a job made harder a combination of the darkness and my long
nails. Grabbing my hand he opened the door and pulled me out, and with
him holding one hand and me holding my bag in the other, and not
having a bra on, I wasn't even able to retrain my breasts as they
bounced about painfully and unrestrained under my cloths as we made
our way quickly outside. Once outside we stood in a group in the
carpark as members of staff came out and tried to make sure everyone
was accounted for.
As we stood outside a few people looked at me and smirked. "Had they
seen Danny and I leave the little room together?" I thought. I
certainly hoped not. I checked and double checked my blouse to make
sure i wasn't giving everyone a free show, but I was all buttoned
correctly, however my nipples were erect and clearly visible through
the light fabric of my blouse, as were the outline of my boobs and it
must have been obviously to anyone looking at me that I had no bra on.
After about 40 minutes of standing around we were told that it was a
false alarm and we could all go back in. I was delighted as my feet
were starting to hurt after standing in my heels. Standing around for
long periods was always much more uncomfortable for me than walking in
them. In the lobby, a middle aged man spoke to Danny and said they
were going to start the presentation straight away as they were going
to be behind schedule. All I could think about was going to retrieve
my bra, as Danny ushered me ahead of him into the hall where about 30
seats had been set out. I glanced over to the room we had vacated in a
hurry to see it was in use. As soon as it was free I would go over and
retrieve my bra.
We took seats on the front row, as close to the room as I could. The
seats were all taken and as I looked around realised I was the only
woman present. I sat down and crossed my legs, and waited for however
was in the room to come out. Just then I noticed the door of the room
open and out walked a man of about 30 years of age. I went to stand up
and go in until I noticed to my horror he had my bra in his hand. I
felt my face flush red, as he walked to the stage. "Any of you
gentlemen lose your bra in the bathroom?" he asked to raucous
laughter. "It's a erm, let me see," he said looked at it closely, "a
36F if that helps anyone out," holding my bra up over his head to even
more laughter and a few cheers. As he looked around the room he
spotted me sitting in the corner. I couldn't even look at him, I was
on the brink of tears with the sheer shame of it all.
Danny tried to hold my hand but I pulled it away. I didn't even want
to look at him either, never mind have him touch me. "I'll just leave
it back in the bathroom," said the man walking over and throwing my
bra back into the bathroom. "What the hell was I going to do?" I
thought, struggling not to hyperventilate. I couldn't think straight,
do I just sit there and pretend it wasn't mine, or hurry to the
bathroom to get it before someone else did. The presentation started
shortly after, and about five minutes in when everyone was staring
intently at an extremely fat man giving a powerpoint presentation, I
decided to make my move.
I stood up an walked across the floor, timing it almost perfectly to a
lull in the fat mans speech which only made the clicking of my heels
more audible as I minced towards the bathroom. Once inside I got my
bra, and removed my blouse and put it on, immediately feeling the
relief of having my boobs lifted and taking the heavy weight lifted
from my chest and transferred instead to my shoulder straps. I
buttoned my blouse again and then caught sight of my reflection in the
mirror. I gasped at the sight looking back at me, blonde woman with
spectacularly beautiful eye makeup, and then her pink lipstick smeared
all across her face. It looked like, well, it looked like the woman in
the mirror had spent the afternoon on her knees sucking a cock. which
of course was exactly what I had been doing. No wonder I was getting
funny looks. All those men in that room must have come to the same
conclusion, and the bra being found and held up. My God, they even all
now knew my bra size too. I had never felt so embarrassed or ashamed
in my whole life. I was so ashamed I had even momentarily forgot my
horniness.
Reaching into my bag for a makeup wipe, I removed the mess of lipstick
on my face and spent the next 20 minutes repairing the mess. When I
had finished I made the decision to try and get out of the hotel as
soon as possible and go home. I opened the door and made a run for
outside, my heels clicking loudly on the wooden floor as I held my
left arm across my chest to minimise the bouncing of my boobs, and got
outside. Once out in the street I flagged down a cab to take me home,
and as I sat in the back of the taxi thinking about what had just
happened, i fought back tears of anger, frustration and embarrassment.
As the taxi pulled up in on my drive, I glanced out the window to see
Mrs Harris in my body driving off with Melissa, no doubt off out on a
date of their own. It seemed that today everything was going wrong for
me, as I got out of the taxi and went into the house.
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