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Wendy and Clair's Night Out
I had arranged for an evening out to make you, Clair, know and feel
even more...who you are. When you walked into my apartment you found
instructions detailing that you would shower, prep and dress in what
you found in the spare bedroom.
After a long shower, you emerged and applied scented lotion all over.
You smell so feminine! You are so smooth now, so hairless...so mmmm.
You find more instructions with your clothing detailing that you should
be ready by 8:00. You find your outfit and smile. A black lace corset,
sheer black panties and matching bra. Your breast forms are ready with
the areoles highlighted in red lipstick. There are shiny, sheer black
thigh highs, a black lacy garter belt and 5" black heels. Silver
earrings and necklace that you know will look lovely on you. The dress
is high necked black sequined and form fitting to the waist. There it
flairs out into a black tulle skirt that just barely covers your
delectable bottom.
On the makeup table is everything planned to make you a smoky siren.
You smile at the fiery red lipstick with matching polish. Upon the wig
rest; a black shiny page boy that comes down and will curl just
perfectly to frame your face. You have until eight to be ready.
At last eight arrives, you have been ready for at least forty minutes.
You've looked in the mirror and believe you are lovely. You doubt even
your own family would recognize you. You anxiously rub your smooth legs
together...and gasp as the doorbell rings. Your heels click as you
cross the floor to the door. You take a deep breath and open the door.
Oh my, it's Wendy in a red sequined dress to match yours. She has red
hair and white hose, but otherwise your lovely twin. She looks
seductively at you and holds out a single red rose.
"What..." you begin to ask, but she puts her finger to her lips and
quietly shushes you. You take the rose, her eyes wander up and down
you. She circles her finger for you to twirl, and you do. You're
greeted with a throaty 'mmmm' and a low growl.
Wendy takes your hand and leads you from the apartment to a car waiting
below. "Where..?" you start to ask, but Wendy just smiles and places
her finger to her lips as we pull away. We drive in silence for a bit.
You look down at your shapely legs, barely covered by your short
flaring skirt. They look so lovely in your heels. The car stops, you
look out the window and gasp. You're at the club which is just around
the corner from your office. You look in panic at Wendy and blurt, "I
can't! Someone will see me...no Wendy!" I simply state, "Trust me, as
lovely as you look, no one will know. Remember Clair, the only response
you will always give is 'I will', 'yes' or 'I do', or I will find
someone else more...obedient. Understood?" You slowly look down and nod
your head yes. "Answer me Clair," you reply, "I do."
I take your hand and lead you to the club. You look about nervously as
the wind blows your skirt up. You smooth it down knowing that everyone
will see your stocking tops. We click across the street and come to the
bouncers. It's ladies' night, so we're waved in. The club is dark,
lights flashing to the throbbing music and nearly full.
I guide you to a booth on the side and we slide in. The leather feels
cold on your bottom not covered by your hose or panties. You search the
dance floor and club for anyone you know. I take your chin in my hand
and look in your eyes... "I said, relax!" I order us drinks and they're
strong. I intend to feed you many for what is to come tonight. We watch
for a while, politely saying no to the requests to either buy us drinks
or dance. After you have settled, you feel my hand brush your thigh.
You feel me caress your soft, smooth inner thigh. So warm, so silky, so
soft and I hear your breath quicken. You gasp as I begin to massage you
through your sheer panties. Up and down, up and down...you feel me take
my hand out, lick my fingers and start again. You bite your lip as I
move faster and faster...faster and wetter with the liquid from my
mouth and from you leaking...and then stop. You can feel yourself
tenting, stretching your panties. I take your hand and say, "Let's
dance!" You look frightened and say, "But everyone will see my...!" "So
what, and remember, 'YES' to my requests!"
I pull you from the booth and we walk to the floor. Your skirt is
extended in front of you and sways when you walk. You think everyone
can see. I take you in my arms and we have a slow dance, then a fast
one and then another slow one. During the dance I keep massaging under
your skirt as I watch you open and close your eyes. Your gasps and
intakes make you so lovely. I can feel you tremble with my one arm
behind you, the other massaging you.
I feel you tense, and mutter, "Oh no!" I look back and see a group of
men come in. You try to turn away. "What?" I ask. You whisper, "They're
from my office. I see them every day, they can't see me like this!" I
say, "Don't worry," and slow my massage of you through your panties. As
the music ends, I take your hand. Instead of leading you to our booth,
I pull you to the group at the bar. I say hello and that we are Wendy
and Clair. We had hoped we would meet with some fun dance partners, and
that they looked perfect. They smiled and said that they would love to
do so. The terrified look in your eyes was perfect as you were led to
the dance floor by one of them.
We danced and danced with them. I kept changing partners so you could
dance with all of them and I loved it when you were pressed against
them in the slow dances. Quite a few had you pressed tightly against
them with their hands on your bottom. I was hoping their rubbing
against you was having the desired effect. I finally rescued you and
told the men we had to rest, but we might be back for more later.
As we got back to the booth, you turned and said, "Wendy! How could
you? What if they recognized me? I know that they felt me tenting
against them when we danced! What can I do now?" I looked you in the
eye and said, "Take your panties off! Take them off now!" You looked
frightened and looked about the club. "I am waiting, Clair!" You bent
on the seat and slowly worked them off. You turned, squirmed and
finally handed me your panties. "Do you feel good now? Are you worried
about them now Clair? Should I give them your panties?" Your eyes
looked panicked and you exclaimed, "No please Wendy. I'll do anything!"
"Well, in that case, I have some glide in my purse. Take it out and get
me slippery, do it now, Clair." I felt you reach under my skirt and
pull my panties down. You massaged the head, pressed your finger in the
hole and began to stroke up and down on me. Anyone could see your
efforts if you walked by our booth. I told you, "Don't stop for
anything." I saw you worriedly look around the club as you continued to
jerk me. I waved over our waitress and ordered another round of drinks.
She looked at you and smiled.
After you had me so hot and firm, I gave you back the glide. "Now
Clair," I said. You uncapped the bottle and poured it in your hand. You
massaged it all over my engorged member. "You had better get some
yourself, and not in the front Clair," I said. The look in your eyes
was priceless. You apprehensively look at your co-workers across the
club. "Get on me now, Clair, slowly," I said. You shift over and raise
your hips. "Put me in Clair," I say. You reach down and guide my head
to your rosebud. You begin to work it in you. Up and down. I wish I
could see your face as you slide in an inch, pull up, slide in...pull
up. The waitress comes back with our drinks, I pull you all the way on
me, deep up inside of you. "Ohhhh!" you gasp. The waitress smiles and
places our drinks on the table. She looks at you, smiles and says,
"Have a real good time girl!"
I begin to thrust in and out of you as you rest your elbows on the
table. You feel so warm on my lap, on my legs with yours on either side
of mine. Each thrust up is met with either a small gasp or squeak from
you. Faster and faster as my hands encircle your waist and pull you up
and down. Your cheeks feel so good against me. You begin to maneuver
yourself to stimulate different spots inside and feel me thrusting
against you. You half raise yourself then thrust down. I feel your sack
bouncing on mine. Deeper and deeper as I reach under your dress and
grasp you. I begin to pull on you. I can imagine the view we are giving
everyone as the music pulses. I lean you forward so I can see my
glistening self sliding deeply in and out of you. What a lovely view.
Your bottom framed by your corset, garters and hose with me glistening
as I pump in and out of you. I pull you back on me deeply and increase
the intensity of thrusts, hearing you gasp, squeak and moan with each
one.
You feel so good, so warm on me. Your silken walls and your tight
rosebud ring are having the effect on me...that you want. As I thrust
harder and harder, you can feel me slapping your bottom with my lap.
Your rosebud stretched and full. I can't hold it any longer. I pull you
up and down as I explode in you. Over and over, filling you with warmth
and my nectar. I feel you tense and begin to pulse as well. I feel it
through your silken inner wall. I slowly pump in and out of you, until
I soften and plop out. I hold you about the waist. Your held is resting
on your arms, our breathing so rapid as our chests rise and fall. "You
know you're mine Clair....filled and mine," I whisper to you.
"That was mmmm Clair, but we've made quite the mess. Go over to the bar
and get some napkins," I tell you. You ask for your panties. "Whatever
for Clair? Just get the napkins," I tell you. As you slide across the
seat I can see a glistening white trail on the seat. As you stand
unsteadily and walk to the bar, I can see the white nectar slowly
running down the inside of your black hose. There was so much, it's
really marking the inside of your lovely legs.
You return with the napkins and I take them from you. "Now Clair, get
under the table and clean me up," I tell you. "The napkins?" you ask.
"Those are for the table, your lips and tongue do a better job than any
napkin. Get to it. Clair," I tell you. You crawl under and place your
tongue against me. You lick and lick. You wrap your lips around me and
begin to bob to clean me. You feel a breeze and realize your nectar
covered bottom is exposed to the bar as you lick and clean me
thoroughly. You hear some gasps from people who walk by our table. As
you're kneeling, you realize that you are kneeling in your own cum.
Your knees are covered in it.
You finish licking and bobbing. You put my clean member in my panties
and get up on the seat. You look so special. Lipstick smeared, nectar
on your cheeks and a very breathless appearance. "Ready to go?" I ask.
You nod yes. "My bottom, I am leaking and so wet Wendy. May I have my
panties back please?" you ask. I rummage through my purse and find a
good sized silver plug with a bright pink jewel for the protruding end.
I push you to turn slightly and after a few attempts...slide the plug
into you. I can see by your look you didn't expect your new jewel.
"My panties?" you ask. "Oh those. I gave them to your coworkers as they
came by to look under the table. I knew you would want them to have a
souvenir," I explained. "Don't look so stricken Clair, everyone thinks
you're the best. Now let's go." As we got out of the booth, I stopped
and adjusted your skirt. You could feel the breeze again, so you knew I
had flipped it up so everyone could see your lovely bottom as we
left...with your new jewel winking. You walked gingerly behind me,
swaying your bottom with each step, unaccustomed to the new weight
inside you. You could feel the nectar drying on your thighs and inner
legs. You know what a lovely view you were giving everyone.
As we got in the car, and you gingerly sat down. I smiled and said,
"Clair, you were just so mmmm tonight. Maybe we'll do it again, but we
can have your work friends in the booth? Would you like that, Clair?
...and you know the answer I expect, don't you?"
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