Sylvia and Her Girdles Part I
My t-name is Sylvia and my history is typical, I suppose. I tried on a simple four-garter boy leg panty girdle when I was twelve and the firm caress of the girdle caused my virgin clit to spurt with ecstasy into the garment's seductive cunt. I felt so feminine and so masculine at the same time and I never wanted that feeling to stop. In other words, I was hooked, and you will understand why, for the past twenty-five years, girdles (along with bras and all other forms of lingerie) have always been an essential part of my tg/tv life. If you enjoy this story, let me know. I love to hear from other girdle girls who share my passion.
I met Malcolm last month when I was helping cater an art opening reception for my artist friend Allesandro. Allesandro loves to have tgirls as bar tenders and servers for his events, and his art openings are a splendid opportunity to meet new and exciting people. I was passing a tray of hors d'ouerves when I noticed a conservatively dressed man - maybe forty-five to fifty - watching me carefully.
I was a wearing a below the knee, high-necked, form-fitting pink woolen dress that showed off my firmly-shaped figure, plus heels, of course, and I could see that he was appreciating the image. He was wearing a three-piece gray suit, blue-shirt and businessman's tie - not at all the type who usually showed up to view Allesandro's wild art. I guess you could say he was handsome in a manly sort of way.
I moved toward him, offered him the tray and said, "I don't think we've met. I'm Sylvia."
He smiled and said, "Pleased to know you, Sylvia. More than pleased, actually. My name is Malcolm."
"Are you a patron of Allesandro's, Malcolm?"
"I like his work and actually bought a painting tonight. But I really don't want to talk about art"
"Oh? Did you want to talk about why you have been looking at me so closely all evening?"
"Actually, yes." He smiled. "I couldn't help watching as you moved around the room. I love the way that dress clings to you and shows off your classic figure."
I smiled at him. "If that's a compliment, I'll take it."
"It's more than a compliment, Sylvia. I find myself - how shall I say this - unusually stimulated by you. I notice that you're wearing seamed stockings and, if I'm not mistaken, you're also wearing..." He stammered and blushed slightly.
I interrupted him, "A girdle. You're right, of course. I always wear a girdle. But how did you know?"
"I wasn't sure at first but when you walked toward me, I thought I detected the slightest impression of a garter tab."
"Brilliant, Malcolm. And that aroused you? I'm really curious." This conversation was really turning me on. My gaff could hardly hold my swelling bone from becoming a fashion embarrassment.
"I know I sound like some sort of weirdo, but I simply can't resist a girdled woman. Do you understand at all, Sylvia?"
Impulsively, I leaned toward him and kissed his check lightly. "Well, Malcolm, you've found a girdled woman who loves being irresistible. Tell me what you're feeling right now."
He whispered, "God, Sylvia, I'm so excited that I can't believe it. It's the first time since high school that I feel like I might cum in my pants."
"Oooh, slow down, darling. If you need some relief, I want to enjoy it too."
He glanced around the room filled with people, laughing and drinking. "Is there somewhere we could be alone?"
"Allesandro has a small office in back. I'll just take this tray back to the bar and you can follow me, unobtrusively as you can with your trousers jutting out like that."
I went to the bar and told Vivian, the other server, that I was taking a break. She winked knowingly as she looked up and saw Malcolm following like an eager puppy. Vivian smiled and said, "Save me seconds, Sylvia, darling. He looks ready to cum all night long."
I led Malcolm back to the small office and as soon as the door was closed, he swept me into his arms, pulled me close and kissed me passionately. As our tongues lashed against each other, I felt his hands go down my back and soon were gliding over my girdled bottom.
"Oh, Sylvia, that feels so good."
"Enjoy yourself slowly, sweetheart," I murmured. "Don't you want me to slip off this dress?"
Reluctantly, he stepped back and I quickly unzipped the dress and stepped out of it, standing before him in my formfilled bra with only a filmy half-slip covering my six garter, high-rise girdle. His eyes widened with pleasure as he gazed and in a moment he undid his belt, dropped his trousers and shorts and straightened up to reveal a lovely thick, fully upright cock, its head already glistening with pleasure juice. I licked my lips at the sight of it, imagining that thick shaft thrusting into my mouth.
He moved toward me and again we embraced, but now he lifted the front of the slip and pressed his raging cock against my girdle, gasping with passion. I knew he wouldn't last long now and I dropped to my knees, grasping the cock with my right hand and pulling him toward me with the other. I opened my lips wide to receive the thick head, running my tongue around it and lightly jacking the base. His hands were on my head now holding it lovingly as he entered deeper. I pulled back and said, "Fuck my mouth lover." Then I reached around and found his love hole with the tip of the one finger whose nail I keep trimmed short.
He began to fuck now, slowly but firmly, pushing his thick, stiff cock deeper into me, then bringing the head out to my lips where I could attack it with my tongue and lips. He was in control now and I felt completely his.
"I can't wait, Sylvia. Oh, God," he gasped as the spasms began. I pushed my finger in deeper as his cock jumped in my mouth and the first huge gob spurted. I sucked and swallowed as fast as I could as he shot more and more love cream. There was so much, I realized he must not have cum in days. Finally it stopped and I lapped up the last oozing string.
"Oh, Sylvia, my girdle girl, I love you." He pulled me to my feet and kissed my cum slippery lips. "I'll never let you go."
I realized we had to get back to the reception before Allesandro's new patron was missed. I dressed quickly, repaired my lipstick and told Malcolm to go back in. After a few moments I followed and went back to helping with the guests. I saw Malcolm talking with Allesandro and then he left, winking and blowing a kiss as he did.
Later Allesandro came to me and said, "Well, Sylvia, you seem to have made a conquest tonight. Mr. Bentley wouldn't leave before he got me to give him your cell phone.
When I got back to my apartment, I turned on my cell and there was a text message. "Call me tomorrow at my office. I'll tell my secretary to put you through immediately. Love, Malcolm." Who was this guy? Office? Secretary? I got on-line and discovered that Malcolm Bentley was a well- known investment banker, wife and kids in the suburbs, lots of civic recognition - a solid citizen. I know there are lots of married guys who love to play the tv/tg game now and then but Malcolm didn't seem that sort. Ah, well, we shall see.
While mulling over these thoughts, I got on-line with some other girdle girls and shared the adventure, getting excited all over again as we chatted and I remembered again the taste of Malcolm's huge load of cum. I ended the evening with a much needed panty jack as I wondered whether I would ever have that magnificent cock of his in my cunt.
The next morning, I called his office about ten, told his secretary my name and heard her say, "Oh, yes, Miss Sylvia. Mr. Bentley told me you might be calling and he asked to be interrupted. Just one moment, please." In a short time, he came on the line. "Hello, Sylvia, I'm sorry I must make this short. Could we meet for lunch today, one o'clock, Mario's on 53rd Street?" I said yes and he was gone.
What a forceful man! I bathed, shaved and did everything to make myself as lovely and feminine as possible. I knew that he would expect me to be well girdled and I was - my Rago 1294 in black with matching black bra. I didn't wear a gaff but only panties under my girdle - I guess I was hoping I'd get lucky.
When I got out of the cab in front of the restaurant, Malcolm was on the sidewalk, smiling. "Hello, darling, so good to see you," as we embraced quickly with a short kiss. He spoke quickly, "Are you hungry?"
I whispered, "Only for more of your cum!"
"I have an apartment just a block away. Can we go there?"
"Hold my hand, lover, and lead the way."
We walked quickly to a building around the corner, where a uniformed doorman let us in, then took the elevator to the twentieth floor. Malcolm unlocked the door and we entered a nicely furnished studio. As soon as we were in, he held me in a tight embrace and we kissed deeply. He was so eager.
"I can't wait to see what you're wearing, Sylvia. But this time I want to really savor the pleasure. Do you mind if I take off all of my clothing?"
"Of course, Malcolm. Why don't you get comfortable on the couch and, knowing what you like most about me, I'll do a little girdle show for you?"
He quickly stripped. Revealing his beautiful cock, already firm and standing, he sat down to watch. I stood before him and slowly, provocatively removed my skirt and sweater, then I walked up and down in my long-line bra and half-slip, stopping occasionally to straighten my stockings, raising the slip to run my hands over the girdle, refastening a garter, sitting on a small stool, all the while talking about how good the girdle felt, then finally stepping out of the slip.
I could see he was in a frenzy of excitement but, when I saw his hand move to his cock, I stopped him. "No, Malcolm, don't even think about touching yourself. Today, that cock is mine." I went over and sat beside him. "Please, darling, run your hands all over my feminine form."
I leaned back and Malcolm began to explore, with all the eagerness of a little boy in a sand box. He stroked my bra, and even sucked the nipples of my breast form through the fabric. Then his fingers explored every inch of my girdle, and then he bent over to feel it with his lips and face. I had tucked my cock back in the panties but his stroking had made it so hard it was almost painful.
I whispered, "Malcolm, reach under and find my boy clit."
He answered, "I want to so much, but you must understand that this is my first time with your kind of woman."
"Take your time, sweetheart, you have no idea what treats are in store for you."
He reached under the bottom hem of my girdle and slowly freed my clit bone from the panties and eased it out. My cock is not huge but I could see Malcolm was pleased.
"It's so lovely, Sylvia. May I suck it?"
"In a while, but first I need something else. I take it you have never fucked my kind of cunt either, right?"
"No, I haven't."
"Do you want to fuck me, dearest?"
"Oh, yes, but I hope we can do it while you're wearing your girdle."
"I love it that way. And I'll show you how to do it so we'll both have maximum pleasure. First, my cunt needs lots of lubrication and I brought a tube in my purse." I went to my purse and got the tube of K-Y. Then I loosened the rear garters of my Rago and bent over. "Now, roll up the rear of my girdle a little and put a gob of the lube on your index finger and finger fuck me until your finger slides easily in and out."
After a minute of pleasant digital work, I said, "Oh, that's so nice. Just what a girl needs. Now put another gob on that finger and the one next to it and finger fuck me some more with two fingers until you feel my cunt getting all hot and loose."
After another minute, I was thoroughly ready. I had brought a lubricated rubber and I unwrapped it. "Let me roll this on you, darling. No chance of a nasty infection this way and we can save the cum for a post-fuck cocktail."
When the rubber was in place, I faced him, straddled him with my nylon clad legs and lowered my cunt onto the shaft. I eased the head in and didn't move for a while to let my cunt get accustomed to his huge cock.
"Let me control the pace, lover. You're so big, I can't take you all at once."
Gradually I eased myself down until I felt the first pressure on my gland and a glistening drop appeared at the end of my cock. I could see the look of pleasant wonder on Malcolm's face as he looked at my cock.
"A different experience, huh, sweetheart?"
"I feel like my life began all over when you sucked me off yesterday, Sylvia, and now, to have my cock in your cunt while I watch your lovely organ, bobbing up and down as we fuck, it's heaven."
I was raising and lowering my girdled cunt in a regular rhythm now and I knew he was close. He reached his hands around my girdle and pulled me down for a deep thrust and held me there and I felt his spasms deep within me. His eyes were glowing with ecstasy and suddenly my own orgasm began, squeezing the last drops from him as I shot all over his chest.
He cried out with joy, "Yes, yes, yes, shoot for me, sweetheart." And we collapsed together in our mutual passion.
After I got off him, I carefully removed the rubber, held it over my upraised lips and tasted his luscious load, swallowing it with delight. Then I kissed him with my cummy lips and tongue and pushed his head down to my still oozing clit.
"Clean if off for me, darling," I urged.
He whispered, "I've never done this either," and took my softening but swollen clit into his mouth and nursed it passionately. I'll write more later about our first sixty- nine but suffice it to say, he was a fast learner.
We talked for an hour before he had to return to his office but we made a date for the next day. To go girdle shopping. I wondered if I could persuade him to buy one for himself.
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