at the woman kneeling
between her legs, a stranger, a stranger minutes before, now doing
the most intimate things to her. It was a power she seemed to have,
a directness and honesty. It would never have occurred to her
before but now it was a trait people responded to. It was
power.
Her nerves
sung, the different chords came together and became one harmony,
her body vibrating in unison and pitching her over into the black
abyss where there was only absolute pleasure.
Vivienne
sensed that the climax had passed. She pulled away gently, but
remained on her knees. She looked awkward and embarrassed.
'I'm sorry. I
didn't... I mean it was too hard to...' she said, not finding the
right words to express her confused feelings.
'Shh...'
Stephanie said.
'I just
haven't...'
Stephanie
slipped down beside her on to the soft carpet, putting her arm
around Vivienne's shoulder. 'Now it's my turn,' she said, caressing
her arm.
'No,' the
woman said in alarm.
'Why not?'
Stephanie said, moving her hand to Vivienne's breast. Strangely it
felt cold.
'You
can't.'
'I can.'
Stephanie
kissed her on the mouth. At first Vivienne resisted. But she was
weak. She allowed Stephanie to push her back onto the floor until
she was lying on her back with Stephanie beside her. She allowed
Stephanie's tongue between her lips, though even then she was
mouthing the words 'no, no, no,' as Stephanie's hand unzipped her
skirt at the side and delved beneath the waistband. But Vivienne
did not make any attempt to stop her: she had accepted the
inevitable.
Stephanie's
hand felt a suspender belt holding up the seamed stockings but
there was something else under the white teddy. It was a pantie
girdle, a very tight pantie girdle. She wormed her hand under the
teddy and on to the elasticated girdle, down to Vivienne's crotch,
at which point Vivienne broke the kiss.
'I tried to
tell you,' she said as she felt Stephanie's fingers feeling around
the shape and weight of her cock and balls, heavily strapped up
under the unyielding crotch of the pantie girdle but obvious
nevertheless.
'You're a
man?'
'Yes. I'm
sorry. I should never have...'
'Then fuck
me,' Stephanie said simply.
'What?'
Vivienne looked astonished. She had expected distaste and disdain,
but not this reaction.
'You heard.'
Stephanie was looking down into Vivienne's big, heavily made-up
eyes, and feeling tantalised by what she saw. The idea that this
beautiful woman, as feminine and lovely as any she'd seen, also had
a cock was exciting, wonderfully exciting.
Vivienne could
see she was serious that she meant what she said.
'Give me a
minute.'
She got to her
feet, walked through the curtain and out into the small office that
was tucked behind the shop counter.
Stephanie
watched her through the gap in the curtains. She pulled off her
blouse and the skirt. A tight white bra held spongy, flesh-coloured
artificial tits in place under the white teddy. Vivienne unhooked
the crotch of the teddy and pulled the heavy pantie girdle down her
hips. Quickly she unstrapped the cock from the tiny belts that held
it down. It erected immediately, pushing up inside the lace of the
teddy, framed by the long fingers of the white suspender belt.
Vivienne's
hands were trembling. She adjusted her hair in a little mirror on
the office wall and adjusted her stockings. The crotch of the teddy
hung down between her legs like a tail. She debated taking the
teddy off altogether but the bra that held her tits in place was so
ugly on its own. Taking a deep breath, she walked back into the
changing room.
Stephanie had
taken off the deep blue panties. She was fingering her labia
through the thick pubic hair, feeling her own excitement. She
wanted to be fucked by the strange vision that stood in front of
her.
'You've made
me very hot, Vivienne.'
'No one's ever
seen me like this.'
'You're
beautiful. You're a beautiful woman with a cock. It's the best of
both worlds. All the softness and femininity of a woman, all the
hardness
between her legs, a stranger, a stranger minutes before, now doing
the most intimate things to her. It was a power she seemed to have,
a directness and honesty. It would never have occurred to her
before but now it was a trait people responded to. It was
power.
Her nerves
sung, the different chords came together and became one harmony,
her body vibrating in unison and pitching her over into the black
abyss where there was only absolute pleasure.
Vivienne
sensed that the climax had passed. She pulled away gently, but
remained on her knees. She looked awkward and embarrassed.
'I'm sorry. I
didn't... I mean it was too hard to...' she said, not finding the
right words to express her confused feelings.
'Shh...'
Stephanie said.
'I just
haven't...'
Stephanie
slipped down beside her on to the soft carpet, putting her arm
around Vivienne's shoulder. 'Now it's my turn,' she said, caressing
her arm.
'No,' the
woman said in alarm.
'Why not?'
Stephanie said, moving her hand to Vivienne's breast. Strangely it
felt cold.
'You
can't.'
'I can.'
Stephanie
kissed her on the mouth. At first Vivienne resisted. But she was
weak. She allowed Stephanie to push her back onto the floor until
she was lying on her back with Stephanie beside her. She allowed
Stephanie's tongue between her lips, though even then she was
mouthing the words 'no, no, no,' as Stephanie's hand unzipped her
skirt at the side and delved beneath the waistband. But Vivienne
did not make any attempt to stop her: she had accepted the
inevitable.
Stephanie's
hand felt a suspender belt holding up the seamed stockings but
there was something else under the white teddy. It was a pantie
girdle, a very tight pantie girdle. She wormed her hand under the
teddy and on to the elasticated girdle, down to Vivienne's crotch,
at which point Vivienne broke the kiss.
'I tried to
tell you,' she said as she felt Stephanie's fingers feeling around
the shape and weight of her cock and balls, heavily strapped up
under the unyielding crotch of the pantie girdle but obvious
nevertheless.
'You're a
man?'
'Yes. I'm
sorry. I should never have...'
'Then fuck
me,' Stephanie said simply.
'What?'
Vivienne looked astonished. She had expected distaste and disdain,
but not this reaction.
'You heard.'
Stephanie was looking down into Vivienne's big, heavily made-up
eyes, and feeling tantalised by what she saw. The idea that this
beautiful woman, as feminine and lovely as any she'd seen, also had
a cock was exciting, wonderfully exciting.
Vivienne could
see she was serious that she meant what she said.
'Give me a
minute.'
She got to her
feet, walked through the curtain and out into the small office that
was tucked behind the shop counter.
Stephanie
watched her through the gap in the curtains. She pulled off her
blouse and the skirt. A tight white bra held spongy, flesh-coloured
artificial tits in place under the white teddy. Vivienne unhooked
the crotch of the teddy and pulled the heavy pantie girdle down her
hips. Quickly she unstrapped the cock from the tiny belts that held
it down. It erected immediately, pushing up inside the lace of the
teddy, framed by the long fingers of the white suspender belt.
Vivienne's
hands were trembling. She adjusted her hair in a little mirror on
the office wall and adjusted her stockings. The crotch of the teddy
hung down between her legs like a tail. She debated taking the
teddy off altogether but the bra that held her tits in place was so
ugly on its own. Taking a deep breath, she walked back into the
changing room.
Stephanie had
taken off the deep blue panties. She was fingering her labia
through the thick pubic hair, feeling her own excitement. She
wanted to be fucked by the strange vision that stood in front of
her.
'You've made
me very hot, Vivienne.'
'No one's ever
seen me like this.'
'You're
beautiful. You're a beautiful woman with a cock. It's the best of
both worlds. All the softness and femininity of a woman, all the
hardness
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