THE NEW SECRETARY
When my secretary retired my whole world was turned upside down, although at the time I had no idea just how far upside down. I spent weeks interviewing potential candidates. I guess I just had the doldrums because none of the candidates seemed to possess that special something that I was looking for. I'm not sure I could have articulated what it was myself. I wanted someone who could come in and take charge without always having to wait for direction from me. Indeed, I was looking for someone with enough self confidence to occasionally put me in my place when it was necessary. These seemed to be traits which were difficult to find in someone who also had all the basic skills necessary to be a good secretary.
It was late on a Friday afternoon and I had practically given up all hope of finding a suitable replacement for Jessica. I had one last interview scheduled with a woman named Christine. The moment I met her at my office door, something clicked which had not been present in all the previous interviews. She sensed how tired I was and immediately took charge of the conversation, but in a very professional and nurturing sort of way. She was a captivating woman. Her attire stooped just on the professional side of provocative. She had on a white linen business suit, but the skirt was quite short and tight. Underneath the jacket she had on a sheer silk blouse which displayed a beautiful lacy bra and camisole. Throughout our discussion, she seemed to be interviewing me as much as I was interviewing her, but that was a refreshing change.
We hit it off beautifully and at the end of our session I offered her the job on the spot. We agreed that she would start Monday morning. She asked what time the office opened and I told her that non-legal staff arrived at 8:00. We shook hands as she left; I had to restrain myself from wanting to hug her or kiss her.
With the secretarial situation finally under control, I was able to have the most relaxing and carefree weekend I'd had in weeks. It didn't even dawn on me that I had forgotten to tell Christine that I usually didn't arrive at the office on Mondays until 9:00 or 9:30, nor did I focus on the fact that she would probably arrive at 8:00 -- that is until I walked into the office at 9:15 and was immediately met by her icy stare. "I can't believe you would have me come in and have to sit here for over an hour without having given me even the vaguest orientation. I hope you don't treat your clients this way." She said it in a way which was firm, but absolutely professional. Further, there was no question but what she was right.
"What can I do to make it up to you". I was genuinely apologetic.
"You could take me to lunch at that new French restaurant on Arapaho."
"Sounds more than fair." With that agreed to, we were right back in sync the way we had been throughout the interview the previous Friday. I spent the rest of the morning showing Christine the office systems which were in place. Some caused her to nod approval. Others she immediately suggested changing, and all of her suggestions were clearly improvements. I thought to myself that hiring her was the smartest thing I had ever done even if it were not for the smell of her perfume which transported me into another realm every time I stood near her.
We had a very pleasant lunch, sharing stories from our past as if we were old friends reminiscing about good times that we had had together. At one point I asked her what she had done to amuse herself at the office before I arrived.
"I hate not to be busy so I took the opportunity to clean up your desk and office. I thought it would be a good way to get a handle on how you like to work. I hope that wasn't too forward of me."
"No. Not at all." I almost choked. In fact, her answer caught me off guard because of some of the personal things that I kept in my desk. My thoughts immediately went to the drawer in which I kept several back issues of Penthouse Forum which i kept on hand to amuse myself on slow afternoons when I wasn't inclined to work. I also had a few lingerie catalogues that I had used to order presents for a girl friend.
I was distracted for most of the remainder of our lunch, hoping that my distress was not too visible. Once back at the office, I immediately went in to look at my desk, ostensible to return some phone calls in private. Opening my "private reading" drawer, my worst fears were confirmed. Christine had neatly rearranged everything in the drawer. I figured complaining about it would just result in an embarrassing confrontation for me, so I resolved to let it pass and to hope that nothing more was said about it.
As was Christine's habit, however, she raised it head on in our next conversation.
"I noticed you like to read Forum. I think its great magazine but I don't get a chance to read it much. Would you mind if I were to borrow one of yours to read on a slow day, like next time you come in late."
I was put off guard by her approach. I told her that that would be fine, so long as it wasn't while clients were in the office.
"We must keep up appearances, mustn't we?" Her tone of voice was sincere, but her eyes zeroed in on me with a knowing appraisal. I was relieved that at least nothing was said about the lingerie catalogues, although I was surprised myself at my degree of apprehension since I felt I had a perfectly innocent explanation for having them in the drawer.
Over the next several weeks, work went very well and nothing more was said about the magazines, although I did notice that one was occasionally missing or rearranged.
* * * *
Christine and I had just finished one of those mad scrambles to get a proposal out to a client by Federal Express. Once the package had gone, I asked Christine to join me in my office for a drink from my private stash of sherry. We roasted a job well done and put our feet up for a breather.
"Well, hopefully tomorrow will be a little slower day" I said with a sigh.
"Speaking of slow days, bring in some new reading material. I've already read the magazines in your desk a few times each."
I hesitated to see if that was the end of it, or if she was going somewhere.
As I feared, it wasn't the end of it. "So tell me" she continued in a slow measured tone, "which stories are your favorite."
"I don't think I have any favorites" I said, shifting uncomfortable in my chair.
"I noticed that all of them have some pretty dog eared pages where there are letters about men who like to dress up in women's underwear."
"It's incredible what weird things some people do for kicks, isn't it." I was straining to be nonchalant. I had never experimented in the area of cross dressing because it did seem so perverted, but she had hit a nerve. Those were the letters that interested me the most each time I read them.
"I don't think it's so weird. As a matter of fact, I used to date a guy who liked to wear my panties. I thought he looked incredibly sexy. I even bought him a few pairs of his own."
I was a little shocked by the frankness of her confession, but something stirred within me. Here was this beautiful, normal, heterosexual woman discussing a man wearing women's panties as if it was absolutely no big deal. She seemed to not only understand it, but to be turned on by it. Before we could pursue the subject further, however, she stood up, stretched, and announced that she had to be going. I agreed that it was late and walked her to her car. That night, as I fell asleep, our conversation kept replaying in my mind.
* * * *
The next day I had an early meeting out of the office. It was raining slightly as I walked back to the office after the meeting, so I took a short cut by walking through one of the large downtown department stores. As I was walking through the store, I found myself in the middle of the lingerie department, and right in front of me was a display table of panties. Without even a conscious thought, I stopped and began to look at the panties, picking up a pair to feel their silky smoothness. It was without thinking that I held a pair up to may waist. Suddenly I heard a voice in front of me.
"Those are very cute."
I looked up to see the pretty young sales girl sizing me up with an engaging smile. I mumbled something about looking for a present and having no idea how to interpret the sizes.
"Describe her to me so I can help you" she said, holding my gaze with her eyes.
"She's about my height -- well she's lighter than I am -- but, you know, women have bigger hips even if they weigh less." I was desperately searching for a way to describe a woman different enough from me to be clear that I wasn't shopping for myself, but close enough so that I could get a size I might wear. It was a wonder that I didn't just beg off, but something about the salesgirl was comforting and reassuring.
She helped me pick out the right size. She suggested getting one in each color that they had which included white, black, champagne, light blue and pink. I paid for the purchase, and as I was walking away from the desk I heard the sales girl say "enjoy your panties. I'm sure you will." I turned to see her knowing smile.
Just as Christine had been the evening before, the salesgirl seemed to be totally approving of the fact that I was buying women's panties to wear, assuming that I was not just being paranoid in concluding that she knew they were really for me. I was struck by the fact that this was the second woman in as many days to suggest that there was nothing wrong with a guy wearing pretty girl's underwear.
After my impromptu shopping expedition, I couldn't possibly concentrate on work so i decided to go to the club to work out. After a good run and a shower, I was changing in front of my locker when my mind began to fixate on the shopping bag that was in my locker. As if on remote control, I reached in the bag and pulled out the white pair of panties. I began to slide them up my legs. The feel of the nylon front over my cock and balls was immediately electrifying. I was admiring in the full length mirror their smooth fit over my ass and the erotic look of the lace that trimmed the leg bands when I was shaken by the sound of the door opening at the far end of the locker room. I barely had time to pull my slacks on before two guys returning from the racquetball court passed my locker space.
I finished getting dressed and walked back to the office. I tried to scoot past Christine who was at her desk outside my office so that she wouldn't inquire about the contents of the shopping bag. I nervously said "hi" and headed straight into my office. She didn't say anything, but I saw her eyes fixed on the bag in my hand as I closed the office door.
I tried to return a couple of phone calls, but my mind was fixated on the unmistakable feel on the sheer nylon panties that I wore under my slacks. I pushed the shopping bag into my briefcase and left the office without even saying good bye to Christine.
That night at home I tried on each of the panties. I masturbated twice, and slept in a pair, staying rock hard all night. The next morning when I was getting dressed for work, the temptation to wear a pair of panties was irresistible. Throwing caution to the wind, I picked out the pink pair and sensually slid them up my legs.
Over the next few weeks, I became so hooked on the delicious feel of nylon and lace that I bought several more pair of panties and eventually threw out my boxer shorts, preferring to wear nothing but panties.
I became more used to them at work so they were not as distracting, although whenever I wanted to get a little thrill, all I had to do was to concentrate on the silky delights that I secretly wore under my suit.
* * * *
Christine and I continued to work well together, and in fact she was becoming more of an assistant than a secretary, and had developed an excellent relationship with a number of my clients so that they were just as happy to deal with her as they were if they got me on the phone.
At one point I had to go out of town in order to close a deal for an important bank client. The client contact was a vice president named Nicole who had a particularly good relationship with Christine. She all but insisted that Christine come along on the trip to assist in the process.
Christine, Nicole and I worked around the clock for two and half days negotiating terms and drafting the final documents. At the end, we had closed a very successful deal. Nicole was thrilled with the work that we had done.
We were sitting around the hotel bar at 3:00 in the afternoon, relaxing for the first time in three days, when Christine suggested a swim in the hotel pool as a nice way to relax. Nicole agreed that it was a great idea. They both looked at me to join them. I begged off, explaining that I hadn't brought a bathing suit.
"I've got an extra one" Nicole chimed in. My expression changed from amusement to chagrin when I realized that she was serious. I told her that that was a ridiculous idea. "Don't worry. It's a bikini -- you can just wear the bottom" she insisted.
I hesitated. "At least look at it and see what you think. I'll go get it and meet you two at the pool locker rooms. I'll grab your suit too, Christine." With that Nicole got up to leave before I could utter any further protest.
With Christine prodding me along, we walked to the pool. Nicole arrived a few minutes later with three swimsuits. She handed me both pieces of a women's two piece suit. "I brought both pieces just in case you decide that they're irresistible together" she teased. I eyed the suit suspiciously, but decided that it was not too wild or conspicuous. It was a blue, green and pink striped pattern, but the cut seemed plain enough to pass as a man's bikini swimsuit. I took the suit into the men's locker room and tried it on. I was momentarily embarrassed when one of the other guests passed my locker and saw the top lying on the bench in front of the locker. He looked at me oddly, but shrugged and left the locker room.
I screwed up my courage and entered the pool room. Nicole and Christine were already in the water. They teased me with whistles. I jokingly modeled the suit, trying to play along with the humor in the situation.
The pool did feel exquisite and we all began to unwind. After swimming and soaking in the hot tub, we made plans to go to an Italian restaurant that had been recommended to us for dinner. We agreed to each go back to our rooms and meet again at 7:00.
Once back in my room, I sat on the bed and read a magazine and took a short nap. I forgot to set an alarm, and I jerked awake, seeing that the clock indicated that it was already 6:45. I still had to shower and shave. I jumped in the shower, and then, with a towel wrapped around me, I quickly began to shave. I wasn't quite finished when there was a knock at the door. I glanced at the clock. It was 6:59.
I answered the door and there stood Christine. She was wearing an incredibly sexy red evening dress. It was short and tight. She had on stocking and spike heels. I had never seen her dressed for anything other than work. She was stunning.
I explained that I had fallen asleep and was running a few minutes behind. All but pushing her way into the room, she told me not to worry, explaining that she would fix herself a drink from the mini bar in the room and wait patiently.
I finished shaving. As soon as I entered the bedroom from the bathroom with the towel wrapped around me, I realized I had a problem. In order to feel more at home on a business trip, I made it a habit to unpack my suitcase into the dresser drawers. Christine was sitting right next to the drawer in which I had placed my underwear -- and all I had with me were several pair of women's panties.
I decided just to skip the underwear. I grabbed some socks, a pair of slacks and a shirt and headed for the bathroom.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" came Christine's inquiry from behind me.
"Huh?" was all I could mumble as I turned to face her.
"Underwear. Don't you wear underwear?"
Before I could react, she took a lucky guess and opened the drawer which contained the panties. It never dawned on me that she might have inspected my drawers while I was in the bathroom shaving.
"These are pretty." I stood there frozen as she held up the pair of pink panties on which she was commenting.
At that moment there was another knock on the door. I stood there frozen with the realization that Nicole was at the door wondering whether we were ready to go. I looked at Christine in desperation. It was bad enough that my secretary had discovered my secret, but the thought of being humiliated in front of the voce president of my most important client was unbearable.
Christine tossed me the panties. "Get dressed in the bath room. I'll take care of Nicole." I smiled at her, relieved that i could depend on her to keep my secret.
After dressing, I entered the bedroom to find Nicole and Christine sitting idly chatting about where they had each bought their respective dresses. They both looked stunning. The presence of these two erotic beauties was enough to make me forget about the panties which I was wearing, except that being around them was, itself, beginning to get my manhood excited.
The restaurant was every bit as good as it had been described. I was taken aback momentarily when our waiter, who was wearing a pair of very tight slacks, walked by and Nicole remarked how "tight his ass" was. "I think its kind of sexy when you can see a mans panty line under thin slacks" Christine added, winking at me.
After dinner, we agreed to go to a local dance club that we had heard about. Noting how much it had cooled off after the sun went down, Nicole asked if we could stop by the hotel to pick up a jacket. It was on the way from the restaurant to the club, so we did just that.
Once in the parking lot of the hotel, Christine suggested that she wanted to run in and use the bathroom as long as we were stopping. I had had a few beers at the restaurant, so I made the motion unanimous. We agreed it would be quicker to all go to Nicole's room since it was on a lower floor and on the end of the building near where we parked.
Once in the room, Nicole remarked that she had left her purse in the car. She asked if I would mind going to get it as she hated to leave her purse sitting in the car in a strange parking lot. I went to get the purse while the women used the bathroom.
When I returned from the car, both Christine and Nicole were sitting in the upholstered chairs flipping through magazines. "Don't you just love these Jockey underwear ads with Jim Palmer modeling the briefs" Nicole said, showing Christine the picture in the magazine that she had been looking through. Then she turned her attention to me. "What kind of underwear do you wear, Craig?"
"I'm afraid I wear boxers" I said. It was at least half true since that is what I had worn until a few weeks earlier when I had discovered the delights of girl's panties.
"Really? I could have sworn I noticed a panty line on you -- just like the waiter at the restaurant." Again before I could react, she reached out her hand and ran it over my rear end. "Those are definitely briefs. Model them for us, won't you" she said with genuine excitement in her voice.
I protested how ridiculous her suggestion was. She insisted that it shouldn't be anymore embarrassing than when I had modeled the bikini bottoms at the pool. I rejoined that, having seen me ion the swimsuit, there was nothing more to see.
"What do you think Christine?" Nicole said, trying to enlist her support. I was sure that Christine would come to my aid and suggest that we had better get going. Instead, I was stunned by her reply.
"Oh, I think you'd look much sexier in your underwear than you did in the swim suit. In fact, I think you could show up Jim Palmer." I shot Christine a desperate look in the face of this betrayal.
"I agree. Model them for us!" Nicole's voice made it clear that she wasn't playing a game -- it was a command.
The two of them joined forces to egg me on, while my continuing protests sounded increasingly ineffectual. My mind raced trying to find one more excuse, but there was none. Trying to come up with a stall tactic, i tentatively began to unzip my fly.
"Take the shirt off first. I want the full effect -- just like Jim Palmer." Nicole pressed.
"Yeah. Take your shoes and socks off, too," Christine joined in. She wasn't going to go easy on me. Thinking foolishly that it would at least buy me more time to think of some way out of this situation, I slowly removed my shirt and then my shoes and socks. Unfortunately, no plan came to mind. I steeled myself and unbuttoned my slacks, hesitantly letting them slip to the floor.
"Ooh, now those are sexy. I had no idea that you were a little panty waist" Nicole taunted.
I was humiliated. I quickly reached to pull my slacks back up, but Nicole placed the toe of her spiked heel shoe on the material, preventing me from doing so.
"I think he should be our little sissy. Don't you Christine?" Receiving Christine's smiling nod of consent, Nicole demanded that I remove the pants altogether.
"Can't I please get dressed?" I pleaded, my head looking at my feet to hide my shame.
"Why of course you can. Just like the little panty baby that you are. I'm sure we can find something appropriate for you to wear."
To my utter horror, Nicole and Christine both began to select a variety of other feminine clothing from Nicole's suitcase, including a bra, garter, stockings and a slip. They also picked out a sheer white blouse and short skirt. They took great delight in commenting on how feminine and sexy each piece of apparel was as they had me put it on under their watchful eyes. The final touch was a pair of high black patent leather heels.
"I think he needs a little make-up to make him look as pretty as his clothes, don't you agree Nicole dear?"
Signifying her immediate agreement with Christine's suggestion, Nicole pushed me back on the bed. The two women applied eye shadow, ruse, and lipstick. They then demanded that I look at myself in the mirror. I was humiliated to see my feminized form staring back at me, but my raging hard prick which strained against the nylon panties underneath the slip belied my true feelings.
"He's so cute. We can't very well call him Craig. What should we call our little sissy maid?" Nicole taunted.
"He sometimes calls me Chrissie just to be cute, but I think its because he wishes he were that cute. But I think he's more of a Krissie with a K" rejoined Christine.
"Yes, I like that . . . Krissie. Say, I'm dying of thirst. How about you Christine?" Nicole looked at her friend and they exchanged a knowing look.
"I am too, but we don't have any ice and I hate warm drinks," Christine responded.
"Well, we can have our little panty maid Krissie go get some ice from the ice machine down the hall."
I was dumbfounded. "I can't go out in the hall like this! You can tell I'm a guy in women's clothes."
"Did you hear that Christine? Our little panty waist wants to look like a complete woman so he can pass in public."
"I don't want to do that at all" I protested. "It's just that I'll be totally humiliated if I'm seen and recognized as a guy."
"But you are a guy, Krissie dear. Maybe someday you might earn the right to be a woman, but for now, make no mistake about it -- you're not dressed the way you are because you're a girl, but because you're a little sissy boy who likes to wear panties. Isn't that right, Krissie dear?"
I stood there speechless.
"Answer me you little panty boy!" demanded Nicole.
"Yes" I barely got out, my voice cracking as my will to resist totally broke.
"Yes what?" Nicole whispered seductively, running her fingers gently under my skirt and over the front of my slip and panties.
"Yes mistress." My submission was complete ... or so I thought.
Christine then handed me the ice bucket and the two women pushed me out into the hallway. My heart was pounding in my ears as I walked down the hall to the ice machine. The sound of the machine announced my presence to the entire floor. I returned to the room and knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" came the inquiry from within.
"It's me" I said in a panic. "With the ice."
"Me who?" Christine's voice responded.
I couldn't believe the game that they were playing with me. In addition to everything else, in all the excitement of the past half-hour I had not yet gotten the chance to go to the bathroom. Here I was standing in the hallway in women's clothing and to make matters worse I had to pee terribly.
"It's me, Cra . . ., " I stopped to correct myself; ". . . Krissie."
To my relief, the door opened and I was able to slip inside just as the elevator door was opening behind me. Christine was in a chair across the room. Her short skirt was pulled up and she was rubbing her hand over the obviously damp crotch of her silky panties. Her top was unbuttoned.
"Why don't you fix Christine and I each a drink?" Nicole's voice indicated that it was a command, not a question. As she gave me this instruction, she walked around behind the chair in which Christine was seated and began to massage Christine's breasts through the fabric of her bra.
"Can I pee first" I asked, becoming distracted again by the sight of the two women beginning to pleasure each other.
"You'll pee when we tell you to. Now get the drinks" came the unwavering reply.
I walked over to the two women and handed each of them their drink. "Kneel down in front of me and kiss my foot" Christine commanded. I did as she ordered. With the toe of one of her feet under my chin, she began to guide my kisses further up her leg. I heard her let out a soft moan as my kisses reached the inside of her thigh while Nicole continued to play with her nipples and kiss her neck and ear. Just as I was inching close to her sweet delta, Christine squeezed her thighs together, capturing my head just inches away from her fragrant sex.
"You haven't been a good enough panty boy to kiss my pussy, but you can look at it and smell it." Christine slid the crotch of her panties aside and fingered her moist pink lips in front of my hungry eyes and mouth.
As I knelt, captured in the prison of Christine's thigh, Nicole walked around behind me. After a few moments, I felt her pull the back of my slip up and lower my panties slightly. I then felt her place an ice cube against the crack of my ass. She pulled the panties back up tight against it, and pressed the bottom of her foot against my ass. I just about jumped out of my skin.
I turned on my knees to face Nicole who was standing majestically behind me. Her dress was pulled up and I followed her long perfect legs with my eyes. As my gaze reached the tops of her thighs, I again recoiled. She had a dildo sticking out from under the leg band of her panties and she was sensually stroking it as if it were a real cock.
Nicole looked deep into my eyes and spoke in a calm sensual voice. "If you want to earn the right to dress and look like a real women instead of the sissy panty boy that you are now, then show me that you can suck my cock like a real woman."
I hesitated. This time it was Christine's foot which pushed on my back, propelling me forward. Nicole grabbed my hair and pulled my face into her panty covered crotch so that I was face to face with the ersatz cock. I had no choice but to begin to lick and suck it. As I did so, the other end rubbed against Nicole's wet pink pussy lips.
Christine rose from her chair and walked over to Nicole. She pulled down Nicole's top and undid her bra. Christine then took an ice cube in her hand and began to make sensuous wet circles around Nicole's hard nipples. Christine then placed the ice cube in her mouth, continuing to make wet circles around Nicole's nipples, only now it was with her lips and teeth, made cold by the ice.
Nicole slowly slid her hand over her stomach and under the waist band of her panties. She stroked her own hard clit while Christine's mouth played with her nipples, and I sucked on the cock causing it to push up into Nicole's hot pussy. I felt Nicole begin to shutter with her orgasm.
The women then had me stand up and they pushed me back toward the bed. With me lying on my back, Nicole slid my skirt and slip up and pulled the crotch of my panties to one side. She then took some oil and began to spread it liberally between my ass cheeks.
"Would you like to fuck our little panty slut's tight little ass, Christine?" Nicole offered the dildo to Christine. Christine put some more oil on the dildo itself and began to slowly press it against my tight hole.
Nicole then climbed up on the bed and straddled my face. She fingered her wet lips through the crotch of her panties just inches above my mouth.
In the meantime, Christine had inserted the cock into my ass and was fucking me slowly but steadily. "You're probably just sorry this isn't a real cock, huh pussy boy?" she taunted. "Answer me!" she demanded with a hard slap on my ass.
"Yes" I moaned.
"You shouldn't hide your panties from everyone under your suits and slacks. I think you should start wearing skirt to the office so that you can show off your sweet little panties. Maybe then you'll make some real cock hard enough to fuck you. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"Yes" I groaned as another slap landed on my ass. All of a sudden the intense need to pee came washing over me again. It had been well over an hour since we had left the restaurant and I had had several beers with dinner. "Listen, I still need to pee" I ventured hopefully. Although a part of me did want to stop what we were doing at any price at this point, I wasn't sure I could hold back much longer.
"Beg me to let you pee" demanded Nicole from above me.
"Please, please let me, please mistress"
"OK panty boy. You can pee -- right here in your panties."
I couldn't believe it. I was devastated with humiliation, but by this time I had to go no matter what, and I didn't want the incredible erotic sensations that had overcome me to stop. I let myself go, and slowly at first felt the hot wet stream of my own pee begin to soak my panties. Nicole reached her hand into my panties, and grabbing my cock, directed the stream of hot wet liquid so that it flowed over my stomach and thighs.
I closed my eyes. I was being transported by a whole new level of ecstasy from the feeling of these two beautiful women having their way with me, Christine's dildo fucking away at my ass, the scent of Nicole's wet pussy above me, and the hot wet liquid flowing over my loins.
All of a sudden I felt yet another warm sensation, this time over my lips and chin and neck. I opened my eyes and saw Nicole still straddling my face, her head thrown back, her fingers vigorously working over her pussy through her panties, and a stream of what I realized was her pee soaking through her panties and onto me.
While still straddling my face, Nicole slowly lowered the panties from her pussy until the soaking crotch of the panties touched my lips so I had no choice but to taste her panties which were soaked with a combination of her sweet pussy juices and warm pee while her fingers continued to play with her clit just out of reach of my tongue.
Nicole, began to stroke my hard cock under the sheer nylon of my panties. Christine began to fuck me harder, but I was no longer resisting her thrusts.
Nicole added to the taunting as she played with my cock in the panties. "I think our little panty baby is about to cum in his panties. That's one of the problems with wearing your little sissy panties all the time, isn't it -- you get so excited you might soil them. Of course you've already wet them pretty good with your pee, you little sissy baby. You'll have to clean them out -- with your mouth. Then you'll have to lick your own juices out of a pair of panties just like you've been devouring mine."
It was finally too much. I exploded into the panties. Nicole immediately ripped them off my body and pressed them against my mouth. "Suck that man cum you little panty bitch" she commanded.
After Christine removed the cock from my ass, I had only a moment to lie there exhausted. The two women then ordered me to worshipfully kiss their feet and thank each of them for demeaning me. They told me they would be taking me shopping after we returned home to supervise me in buying the new wardrobe that Christine was going to order me to wear to the office. They told me that I should be very clear that they would tell the sales girls in the stores that the silky girls' underwear and skirts and heels were for me, their little panty maid.
THE END