The Waitress - Week 2 free porn video
SUNDAY
After my shower, she told me to put on stockings and knickers and then
gave me a new pair of shoes. These had two and a half inch heels and as
soon as I put them on I noticed my legs felt more feminine and my bum
stuck out more. She helped me into a bra, then inserted a pair of large
breast forms and spent some time adjusting the straps until she was
satisfied that they were just right. Then I had to hold the forms in
place while she removed the bra and made some locating marks on my
chest with an eyebrow pencil. She wiped some cleaning spirit on my
chest, then applied adhesive to the breast forms before carefully
putting them into place and helping me put the new bra back on. "This
is a medical adhesive and should keep them in place for at least a
week," she explained. I was surprised how heavy my new breasts were,
but she knew I liked them. The tent pole in my knickers was a bit of a
giveaway.
Fortunately the weather was warm, as she made me spend the whole of
the day in just my underwear, getting used to the weight on my chest
and the way my boobs bounced as I walked, not to mention the sensations
of walking in higher heels. Most of the time I had at least a semi-
erection, and she took every opportunity to stroke my satin-clad bottom
or to fondle my cock and balls through my silky knickers. Finally that
evening she milked me into a glass again and made me swallow the salty
liquid. Once again I drifted off to sleep still wearing my bra and new
boobs, and sucking on her breast.
MONDAY
My wife had to go to work. She gave me a sealed envelope. "Go back to
the shop where you bought your knickers and give the lady this letter.
Then when she has provided what I have asked for, you must buy
something that you choose."
My heart was thumping as I pushed open the door to the ladies underwear
shop. I was suddenly very aware of the underwear that I was wearing
myself. The straps of my bra firmly gripped my back and shoulders while
efficiently supporting my large and bouncy boobs. I was wearing
stockings that were shorter than usual, so my suspenders stretched and
tugged with each step, and I was conscious of the large gap between
stocking-tops and knickers. So although I was now more confident
wearing a skirt in public, the shorter stockings certainly reduced the
"safety-margin" between hemline and stocking-tops. My higher heels also
changed the shape of my legs and bottom and the way the silky material
of my knickers caressed my bottom was somehow more apparent than
before.
The lady in the shop greeted me with a smile, "Hello, dear". I handed
her the envelope from my wife and waited nervously to discover what was
to come next. "I have exactly what you require," she said as she read
the letter. "It says here that as your bust is now larger than before,"
her eyes glanced up to take in the outline of my new large boobies,
"you need to reduce your waist measurement correspondingly." She
reached into a drawer and presented me with a white waist waspie. She
showed me how to fasten it at the front, and then how to pull the laces
at the back to cinch my waist, then how to tie the laces in a bow
behind my waist. "You should reduce by 3 inches immediately," she
explained. "When you are used to it you can reduce your waist even
more." She showed me into a small changing-room and left me to try it
on.
I unfastened my skirt and stepped out of it. I unclipped my suspenders
and removed my garter-belt. I pulled my knickers down a little and
hitched up my blouse while I put on the waspie. I pulled the laces
fairly tightly and tied them in a bow. The waspie had 6 suspenders, so
I threaded these down through the legs of my knickers before pulling my
knickers back up. I refastened my stockings to the waspie suspender
clips and pulled my blouse back down over the top of the waspie. I
couldn't now bend over to pick up my skirt - I had to bend my knees to
reach down. But when I tried to put my skirt back on I found that it
was now too large to fit my reduced waist.
The shop lady came to see how I was getting on. "Well, your waist is
definitely reduced!" she smiled. "We'll have to get you another skirt
now, won't we?" She checked my new waist measurement then went back
into the shop area. She came back a few moments later and handed me a
navy blue pleated skirt. "This is a wrap-around skirt," she explained.
"It will fit you if you reduce even more, and it will still fit you
even if you don't wear the waspie." She left me to try it on.
The skirt was easily adjusted to be a comfortable fit, and although it
was a couple of inches shorter than the one I had arrived in, it was a
heavier material, so didn't float around so much. I picked up my
suspender-belt and the other skirt and stepped back into the shop. I
was immediately aware of the different sensation of wearing a waspie. I
had to stand straighter and my bottom and bust seemed to stick out much
more. The firm constraint around my waist made the silky softness of my
knickers even more obvious on my bottom and balls.
"There, now dear," the lady said, "you have a really nice figure and
very pretty legs. !'m sure your wife will approve. Now the letter says
you will choose something for yourself, so what would you like?" I
glanced around the shop, wondering what to ask for. "Can I suggest
something?" she asked. With some relief I nodded. "How about a slip?"
she asked. "I stock a style which has inch-wide shoulder straps, fits
snugly at the bust, and will come to about mid-thigh. It's a popular
undergarment with customers like yourself." She looked me in the eyes
and smiled. I wondered just how many male customers she had. "Er... yes
please," I managed to say.
She checked my bust measurement, then reached out a couple of slips.
One was a rich burgundy colour, the other a warm pink. Both were in
silky nylon. I loved both of them and couldn't decide which to choose.
"Why not take both?" smiled the lady. I nodded my agreement. "Now you
need some knickers to wear with them," she said. "If you are feeling
demure and lady-like you need knickers that match the slip. Then if you
accidentally show your underwear, no-one will know whether they have
actually seen your knickers or not. And if you are feeling sexy you
want some contrasting knickers so that folks will have no doubt what
you are displaying!" She smiled at me again and I felt myself blushing
at the thought of deliberately flashing my knickers.
Having paid for my purchases, I left the shop with a bag containing my
original pleated skirt and suspenders, the two slips with matching
knickers, a pair of silky white knickers with pink ruffles at the leg-
holes, and a similar pair of black knickers with white ruffles. Also
several pairs of stockings in white, black, dark tan, and nude. Not to
mention the pink and white silky nightie that just about reached down
to my waist with (of course) matching knickers and which I had been
unable to resist.
As I left, a man and a women were entering. I couldn't help wondering
if he was going to buy underwear for her, or whether she would be
choosing things for him. I found I had to walk more slowly and daintily
in my waspie. I had more time to notice other people around me. There
were several ladies with slim waists and generous busts. I wondered
whether they were all real women, or whether some of them had cocks in
their knickers like I did. I also noticed that several men admired my
bust and legs. Probably they were watching my bottom wobble as well!
Back home I put my new purchases away and got on with a few household
chores. There was no doubt that the waspie restricted my movements, but
it definitely felt as if I had a more feminine shape. As well as my
slimmer waist, my bottom felt a couple of sizes larger. When my wife
arrived back home she was very appreciative. "You look very pretty,
darling. You'll make a lovely waitress at the weekend." Her hand
fondled my bottom. "You look nice in a shorter skirt," she went on.
"You do have rather good legs!"
After we had eaten she made me show her my new purchases. "You can wear
your new nightie tonight," she smiled. Back downstairs she poured us a
couple of drinks. "Take off your skirt so I can see your new waspie,"
she said. She fondled my bottom and balls and in no time I had a huge
erection. "Time for your bedtime milky drink," she said, and releasing
my cock from my knickers she made me cum into my whisky. "Drink it all
up, darling."
She led me upstairs. I suddenly felt very tired after the excitement of
the day. She helped me undress and put on my new nightie and knickers.
We got into bed. "I know you like to suck on something for comfort,"
she said, "but my nipples are getting sore. So I bought you a special
comforter." She handed me a dildo. It was a realistic looking cock,
firm in shape but soft to the touch. It had a shiny red end, looking
just as if the foreskin had been pulled back. At the other end were
smooth but realistic balls which fitted comfortably in my grasp. My
lips closed around the knob end. I could still taste whisky and cum. I
drifted off to sleep, with the dreamy sensations of my heavy breasts,
my silky knickers, and a my lips round a cock.
TUESDAY
I woke up to the sensation of something stroking my lips. My wife was
sitting on the bed, dressed and ready to go out to work. She was
holding the dildo to my mouth. "Here's your comforter, darling. You
looked so sweet and girlie last night, wearing your nightie and sucking
a cock." I let my lips part and she gently pushed the cock into my
mouth, at first just so that the knob-end entered, but then playfully
just a bit further. "Hold the cock," she said. "Don't the balls feel
lovely and smooth? No hairs at all. In the bathroom you'll find some
depilatory cream. Spread it on your legs and arms, under your arms and
of course on your pubic area, not forgetting the cheeks of your bottom
and into the crack. Wait 10 minutes before getting into the shower to
wash it all off. You'll need to repeat the treatment again before
Friday - I want you really smooth by then. When you get dressed, wear
your waspie and high heels. You need to get used to wearing them so
that you are feel natural in them. And if you get tired, you can always
lie down on the bed for a bit and suck your comforter - but if you do,
take off your outer clothes so they don't get creased."
With this she left. In the bathroom I found two large tubes of
depilatory cream. I spread most of one of them on my body, paying
particular attention to the area between my bum-hole and my balls. I
stood with my legs apart while I shaved my face, and then a few minutes
longer. Although I had previously shaved much of my body hair, I was
surprised to see how much more washed away. I didn't much care for the
smell of the cream as I gently patted my body dry with a towel, so when
my body was dry I sprayed on some of my wife's perfume.
I dressed in my bra and waspie, tan stockings, burgundy slip with pink
knickers, white blouse and my new navy pleated skirt. In the full
length mirror I realised I looked a bit like a tarty schoolgirl - one
of the senior girls at St Trinians, perhaps. I put on some lipstick,
then picked up the cock dildo and watched myself in the mirror as I
licked the tip before placing my lips around it. I took more and more
of its length into my mouth, wondering if I could take in enough that I
would leave lipstick traces on its balls. But not today. I realised it
would take practice before I could manage so much.
I did a little shopping and some housework. By the afternoon I was a
little tired, so taking my wife's advice I went upstairs, took off my
shoes, blouse and skirt and lay on the bed. I picked up the cock dildo
and started sucking the end, one hand holding the dildo and the other
stroking my own cock through my knickers. As my cock got harder I took
the dildo cock further and further into my mouth. Eventually my body
jerked violently as I creamed my knickers, my cock pumping cum several
times before it subsided. It was an hour and a half later when I woke
up, with my soaking knickers feeling cold on my cock and balls. I
hurriedly got up to remove my sodden knickers, sponge my cock and
balls, and get dressed again. This time I wore knickers that matched my
slip. On an impulse I inspected the cock dildo, but there was still no
lipstick on its balls.
I just had enough time to prepare the meal by the time my wife returned
home. After eating, she spent an hour or two on the computer while I
washed dishes and then sat watching the TV. She came and sat beside me,
bringing a couple of drinks. " Are your legs nice and smooth?" she
asked. "Slip your skirt off so I can see." She stroked my stockinged
legs and my bare, glass-smooth thighs. "Ooh, so sexy," she murmured as
her fingers progressed to my soft smooth balls. Soon my cock was as
hard as my dildo comforter and she milked me into the whisky glass to
prepare my bedtime "milky drink".
WEDNESDAY/THURSDAY
My wife gave me a pair of earrings (there was a craft shop in the mall
that made up jewellery out of beads according to customers' requests).
These were a simple arrangement of pink and purple beads. "Just to get
used to the feeling of wearing dangly earrings," she explained. It was
only after returning from a shopping trip that I examined them more
closely as I checked my appearance in the mirror. Each of the earrings
had a single pinkish purple round bead at the top, then a longish pink
cylindrical bead, then two round pink beads side by side. It was
suddenly clear that each earring represented an erect cock. I realised
that by wearing these earrings in public I was making a statement. A
statement of my true gender - which is, of course, sissy. I felt a
tingling in my cock. I knew I would be wearing the earrings whenever I
went out shopping.
I was having a few sessions each day now, practising with the dildo
while lying on the bed in my underwear. I creamed my knickers so often
that I had to wash several pairs to ensure that I wouldn't run out of
clean ones.
My wife encouraged me to be more girly, and I noticed she spent now
more time on her computer in the evening than she used to. But
afterwards she was always very nice to me and complimented me on my
pretty underwear. And I was now accustomed to having my "milky drink"
each bedtime.
I didn't yet know about the webcam she had installed on top of a
wardrobe in the bedroom.
THURSDAY EVENING
My wife came home with a package. It was the waitress uniform that I
was to wear the following evening. She made me try it on to check that
it fitted OK. It was a one-piece black dress; I had to step into the
skirt and then put my arms into the sleeves so that she could fasten
the back of the top part. (I realised that I would not be able to take
it off unaided.) There were three bows up the back of the skirt where
the skirt material seemed to overlap and she explained that the top bow
in particular allowed the skirt to be adjusted to give a perfect fit.
The skirt was quite short, the hemline being several inches above the
knee. There was a white apron which tied around the waist and a little
bob-cap to pin into my hair. The bodice of the uniform was in a
stretchy, clingy material which accentuated my large bust. "That's
fine," she announced. "I'll adjust the waist tomorrow when you wear it
for real."
FRIDAY
The following morning she gave me a pair of black patent leather shoes
with three inch heels. "These are waitress shoes," she said. "You'd
better wear them this morning at least so as to get used to the extra
height." It was amazing what difference an extra half-inch of heel made
to the shape of my legs and bum. I was pleasantly surprised to find
that I was very comfortable wearing them, although I did switch to the
slightly lower heels after midday.
In the afternoon she had booked me an appointment at the beauty salon I
had visited before. It was with the same lady who had served me on the
previous occasion. She was very polite but did not make much
conversation. I realised that she might not know what to say to a
sissified husband. She concentrated on styling my hair. She did not
comment on my earrings.
When my wife arrived back home she helped me into the waitress outfit.
Although I was wearing the longest stockings I had, by the time she had
adjusted the bows on the skirt to accentuate my reduced waist I knew
that my stocking-tops would be just visible if I stood still. If I
moved quickly or bent over some bare flesh or even a flash of knickers
would probably be displayed. Nevertheless she had insisted that I
should wear pink knickers, not black ones.
We got into her car to drive to the dinner party. I gasped as I sat in
the passenger seat - the leather felt cool on the bare flesh above my
stockings, as my skirt was not long enough to cover my thighs when
seated. She giggled and ran her fingers up my stockings before setting
off. "Now remember, there is nothing to worry about. You are not
cooking, you just need to serve the food. You and another waitress.
Once you have served us with each course, you can sit down with us and
enjoy your meal as well. It's just that we ladies would like to have
some waitress service."
I was kept busy as soon as we arrived, serving drinks and canapes. I
and the other waitress, that is. I soon realised that I was not the
only sissified husband present! However, as we two were either serving
the ladies or sitting down to eat ourselves I did not have time to
study the other waitress in great detail. I was too concerned about not
spilling any drinks or flashing my knickers.
By the time we had served coffees, the ladies were quite mellow and I
was also had enough to drink to feel more relaxed. There was a large TV
screen on the wall and our host switched it on. When the picture
appeared I was shocked to recognise our bedroom. And even more shocked
to see pictures of myself in my underwear in front of the mirror or
writhing on the bed, playing with my cock and at the same time sucking
on a dildo cock with obvious enjoyment. The ladies found this highly
amusing and applauded when the video ended...
"Well I think it is time we thanked our waitresses," said the lady
hosting the evening. We waitresses were led to the centre of the room.
"We'll take your aprons off now," said my wife, fiddling at the back of
my dress, while another lady did the same for the other waitress. She
apparently undid the three bows at the back of my skirt as well as the
bow of the apron. When she and the other lady pulled out some ribbons,
our two waitress skirts fluttered to the floor, leaving us both with
nothing from the waist down to cover our underwear. The other waitress
had shapely hairless legs (as I did) with creamy white flesh between
her shiny black stocking-tops and the legs of her pretty pink silky
knickers. There was a bulge in her knickers, as there was in my own.
She was staring at my knickers as I was staring at hers. I felt my cock
begin to stiffen and at the same time noticed some movement in her
knickers. This was very exciting and in no time both our cocks became
hugely erect, each reacting to the growth in the other's knickers.
"I think you should give each other a hug," said my wife, applying
gentle but firm pressure to the back of my waist. We held our arms
open, but as our silky-covered cocks touched we both copiously creamed
our knickers and had to hold onto each other for support.
One of the ladies brought in a bowl of warm soapy water and a large
towel was laid on the floor. There were also flannels, towels, a little
tub of rose talcum powder with a puff, and of course, fresh knickers. I
heard my wife saying, "Didi and Geraldine. Don't make a mess on the
carpet. Step out of your shoes, stand on the large towel, help each
other out of your cum-soaked knickers, and clean each other up."
I knelt in front of Geraldine and carefully lowered his knickers so as
to avoid getting cum on his stockings. I dipped a flannel in the warm
water, then wrung it out. As I carefully wiped Geraldine's hairless
balls his cock became fully erect again. I wiped the shaft of his cock
with the warm flannel, then drew back his foreskin. The red end of his
knob was just in front of my face, just as the end of my dildo
comforter had been each night. So it was entirely natural for me to put
my lips around it to complete the cleaning operation.
Unlike my comforter, Geraldine's cock was warm and salty and seemed to
grow even more in my mouth. His hands gently held my head as my lips
and tongue worked on his cock and I felt my own cock stiffen. A few
moments later he came. His cock pushed insistently in my mouth a few
times to milk out the last drop and I came into my own knickers, even
though my cock was not fully erect.
Geraldine's cock now rapidly diminished in size. I continued to clean
it with my lips until it felt even smaller than one of my wife's
nipples. I gently dried it with a towel and dusted it with talcum. I
helped him into a clean pair of white silky knickers and as he pulled
them up to his waist, his cock had shrunk so much that it hardly made a
bulge. In fact, the smooth outline of his knickers looked so feminine
it was hard to believe that a few moments earlier his throbbing cock
had been in my mouth.
Feeling somewhat weak and weary I got to my feet and Geraldine knelt
before me. He carefully lowered my sodden knickers and I stepped out of
them. The feel of the warm flannel caressing my balls and cock brought
back my erection. I felt a tingle of excitement as his lips closed
around my cock, but I couldn't come again. My aching balls were empty.
As my erection weakened, Geraldine wiped my cock again with the warm
flannel, then gently towelled it dry before applying talcum and helping
me into clean knickers matching his own.
Geraldine looked up at me and smiled. His blue eyes sparkled and his
make-up still looked perfect. I admired his shapely bust and his
stockinged legs. His bare thighs looked creamy-coloured, framed between
his dark stocking-tops and his white knickers. I felt like a teenager
again, as if I were in love for the first time.
I helped Geraldine to stand and we stepped off the large towel and back
into our shoes. As a couple of the ladies cleared away the bowls and
towels and soiled knickers, my wife said, "It's too complicated to put
all those ribbons back in your skirts, so you'll just have to wear your
aprons."
She fastened our aprons with neat bows. From the front we looked quite
respectable, but of course the view from behind was quite different.
Geraldine smiled at me over her shoulder as I admired her silky panty-
covered bottom and stocking-tops.
"Right, sissies," said my wife. "Time to kiss goodbye and make our way
home." I gave Geraldine a little hug and felt a thrill of excitement as
our lips touched briefly and our panty bulges pressed together. I
couldn't resist fondling his pantied bottom and he giggled.
I was in a state of euphoria as my wife drove home. But this was
replaced by a feeling of trepidation as I realised that I would have to
walk from the car to our front door with my knickers and stocking-tops
on full display from behind. Although it was dark and there was no-one
out on the street, there was a streetlight near the house and any of
our neighbours might be watching. My wife, who had the house keys,
didn't seem in any hurry to follow me and open the front door.
Once we had gone inside she said, "Well, Didi, you and Geraldine seemed
to get on well together. I expect you'll be seeing more of each other
from now on. But right now, it's what's inside MY knickers that needs
your attention. So pour me a drink and bring it upstairs."
THE END
Arisha
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