Ever since I can remember I have been fascinated by women's intimate apparel. There have been several instances of masturbating with panties pilfered from laundry baskets or Laundromats and dressing in heels and nylons whenever possible. When I applied for a job to get me through night school I was surprised to say the least when I discovered that the job would be shipping and receiving at a small boutique in town. Ms. Jones interviewed me over the phone and asked me to meet her at her business. I met her at the back door of her shop. She was a very attractive woman in her late thirties. The first thing I noticed was her large breasts barley concealed under a white satin blouse. Her large nipples were prominent through her bra and her blouse. There was a very discernable jiggle underneath her blouse when she walked. That alone sent a lightening bolt to my dick. At that point it was hard for me to focus. She directed me to where there were several boxes that appeared to have been recently delivered. I realized that she was talking to me, giving me instructions on how to open the boxes and make sure the contents matched the packing list. She left and said she would check back latter.
The first box contained an assortment of panties all so beautiful, soft and silky. My heartbeat was noticeably faster as I began to count and sort. Twenty medium thong panties in assorted colours, small, medium and large full size sheer briefs in white, hi-cut bikinis in assorted sizes and colours, and on an on. Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined I would have a job fondling panties, but there I was surrounded by one of the objects of my most secret desires. I looked around to make sure that I was alone, I raised a pair of pink nylon full size briefs to my lips, the scented fabric, soft and silky covered my face. I opened the other boxes, nylons, pantyhose, bras, foundation garments. I was light headed from being able to touch and handle all of this intimate apparel. I had to have some release and Ms. Jones had not been back to check on me. I unzipped my pants and let my cock out. I let the panties slide over the shaft teasing the sensitive head and ultimately surrounding my balls and turgid organ with the beautiful panties. Before I realized what was happening I was stroking my cock with the panties and hot come was filling the folds of these magical panties.
When I saw what I had done I hid the soiled panties behind a chair, put my cock in my pants and zipped up and tried to look as if nothing had ever happened. As luck would have it Ms. Jones came in a minute later and I saw her gaze settle on the bulge in my pants and the large wet spot. I could tell she was not happy.
"I've been watching you on the security monitor you little panty freak. I'll bet you like them even better when they've been worn for awhile. I think you like to wear panties and pretend you're a little slut, isn't that right?"
I was speechless. Here I was caught on video jacking off with a pair of panties, kissing them, licking them. No one had ever asked me a question like that before. I stammered "Yes, . Please don't tell anyone, I'll pay for the panties."
Shut up, you work for me now. I need someone like you for work around the store. You look like a little fem to me and that's just what I want. Do you understand me? Now take off your clothes now, ...everything, ...strip now." she said in a commanding voice.
I immediately got the message and began removing my clothes. I had a triple x boner from looking down at her feet when she was talking to me. Her beautiful feet were encased in smokey grey nylons, her toenails painted red and manicured with a gold toe ring on her third toe in an open toed sandal with a 4" heel and an ankle strap. Everything about this woman was hot. I stood there naked in a small room surrounded by beautiful lingerie under the gaze of a woman who could have stepped out of a Bill Ward frame.
After about thirty seconds of her staring at me she said, " You are shaved smooth, everywhere, I was right you are a crossing dressing slut right out of the closet. I knew it, this is even better. You have the job now like it or not. You do what I tell you or I'll make sure your secret goes public. Do you understand me? "
She took my measurements and went back to the front of the store to the merchandise area shortly returning with an arm full of clothes. At her instruction I put on a white 28"waist cincher with garters and a matching 38DD bra with silicone prosthetics. Black full fashion nylons followed with beautiful black pumps with a 4" heel. I was light headed from the beautiful sensation of the nylons tugging my garters and new breasts changing my balance, I just wanted to fondle my new bust line. Ms. Jones handed me a pair of tight fitting control panties and told me make my cock and balls disappear between my legs. Some quick make-up, a blond wig and fake nails, a short skirt and a cute blouse and I had been transformed. I couldn't take my eyes off the mirror, my reflection was so exciting to watch, I was a sexy girl. I began to pose, touching my fantastic tits and raising my skirt until the tops of my nylons showed.
Ms. Jones stood inches from me as she applied my lipstick. Her large breasts were constantly brushing against mine. She whispered in my ear, "I have a job for you to do tonight and you better be a good little slut and do what you're told. Do you like to suck dick bitch? You might even get one up your cute little ass if you're lucky. Don't think you get to dress up and play your little jack off games, tonight you play my game."
My head was swimming trying bring all these sensations into focus. Standing in my heels in front of the most sexy woman I could ever imagine. My wonderful jugs straining at the silky fabric of my blouse, the taste of my lipstick, and my cock trapped in a prison of nylon panties.
Ms. Jones said, " Mr. Smith is coming here this evening. He's our biggest supplier and expects to party. Make sure you do as you're told. If it goes well you get to come to work for me, if not the tapes and you hit the street."
Mr. Smith had been in Ms. Jones's office for some time when she called me to come in. She and Mr. Smith were seated on the couch and there were lingerie samples spread out around the room. I guessed that they had concluded their business and they were relaxed and enjoying a glass of wine.
Ms. Jones told Mr. Smith that the time had come for his favorite part of their business. Monica, she called to me, "Show Mr. Jones your pretty new panties." I raised the front of my skirt revealing my garters and panties.
I could feel him looking at me in a way that made me feel like I had never felt before. He stood up and pressed his body to mine, his hands on my butt pulling me up against his big hard cock. He began to kiss me on the neck while grinding his hard cock up my leg and across my panties. I was still holding my skirt up as his hands explored me. His right hand groped my crotch, he massaged my dick through my panties,. He knew. He wanted me.
Ms. Jones told Mr. Smith take off his clothes and pulled off my skirt and told me to remove my panties. When I done that I turned around to see Mr. Smith stroking his large red cock. I felt vulnerable standing there in my lingerie and sexy make up. I knew my legs were outrageous looking in these heels and nylons. I knew I was making Mr. Smith hot and very horny. Ms. Jones put her hand on my shoulder pushing me down in to a kneeling position in front of his cock. My hand with beautiful red nails replaced his hand stroking his hot member, Before I knew what was happening Ms. Jones's hand on the back on my head guided my mouth to his big hard dick. I began to kiss, suck, lick and orally message as much of his cock that I could get to.
I looked up as I slowly took his hard cock into my hot mouth, Ms. Smith was whispering something about getting him a virgin. I realized that he was going to want to fuck me in a few minutes. I was scared and excited all at once. My boobs were brushing against his legs as my hands were kneading his cute ass. I caught a glimpse of us in a mirror, I was absolutely turned on by my reflection, I looked so hot, my legs looked great, my cock was framed by my dark nylons and garters.
Mr. Jones motioned for me to stand up, I felt so sexy standing in front of him in my heels and sexy lingerie, my big boobs looking so natural under my blouse. My semi-erect cock, shaved smooth, became hard very quickly as he pulled me close and kissed me on the lips, his hard dick pined my cock against my waist cincher, his arms holding me tight, my tits smashed against his chest. I had lost control, this man with a big hard cock was going to fuck my ass, I was his slut who would dress up in sexy lingerie, suck his dick to make him good and horny and then let him fuck my pussy. And that is exactly what he did after taking care to prepare my virgin ass. I know you can imagine just how I felt when he lubricated my pussy while Ms. Smith watched and helped keep my legs pointed at the ceiling. I had such a warm glow as I warped my long nyloned legs around his waist as he filled me up with his hot probing cock. After a few minutes of his cock pounding my tight little pussy I began to feel my orgasm building and then I ejaculated all over my belly and my waist cincher without ever touching my cock. I will leave the rest of the night to your imagination and I'm sure you will do a fine job.
I could go on and on about my new social life but I don't want to bore you with stories about life as a she-male sex object. Ms. Smith controls all of my activities with men and women who enjoy something different. But look for me the next time you go into the lingerie store for those secret purchases that are supposedly for your wife. I'll be the one with the big boobs who keeps smiling at you. I might even help you pick out panties or maybe asking your pant size and suggest a black nylon waist cincher with six garters in your size and show you a pair of four-inch heels that come in size 10.
Let me know what you think of my little story.