theonanist69
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Following a night of torment, listening to her being fucked almost non-stop for what seemed like hours, after being banished to the spare room, Paul begins to wonder just what punishment will be metered out to him for spunking all over his own belly when he got to lick her sexy used lady-in-law cunt for the first time.
Eventually he was allowed from the room mid morning to find that Eric had left and it was just the two of them.
‘Right you little spunker, we are going shopping this morning for a few essentials as such, seeing as you disobeyed me last night I have decided we will go into town on the bus, just think, more chances of showing you up in front of people you may now. Good idea yeh? Oh and buy the way, you have my permission to wear some male clothes for the trip there, in fact you can wear your best suit as you are going to be in my company’.
‘Yes Mistress. I will get dressed as you desire’. Paul complies willingly, whilst thinking to himself it won’t be too bad as no one he knows used a bus anyway!
Approximately an hour later they arrive into town, where as it would have only take 15 minutes in the car, but Paul wasn’t bothered.
Arriving at a small backstreet shop that seemed to sell anything and everything she asks the assistant for a look at the selection of wigs they have, the costume ones that are advertised in the local paper. After a few minutes browsing she chooses a black haired, bob style wig, similar to Uma Thurman in that film with John Travolta.
‘Guess who gets to wear this then later’. She asks with a smile, without expecting a reply.
After getting Paul to pay for the wig they head for the High Street, to do a bit of browsing when something catches her eye in a shoe shop window.
‘Perfect, just what I was thinking of last night when I first made you wear your maids dress, shoes, black high healed shoes. Come on in we go’.
After making Paul try on three different pairs before she finally chose the ones she intended to make Paul buy in the first place, much to the hilarious enjoyment of the young girl serving who had found it impossible to keep a straight face and eventually burst out laughing. It didn’t help when June’s mum explained to anyone within ear shot that as he acted like a girl she was going to dress him like one! Paul on the other hand realised that he was no starting to get the payback she had announced the previous night. He was also learning fast that she will have far more up her sleeve that just this little episode.
Walking further along the road she notices her old friend and colleague, serving in one of the many charity shops that now seem to dominate the High Street, quickly she diverts into the shop with Paul in tow.
‘Mary how are you? What are you doing in here?
‘You know how it is, after I left the company I soon got bored so I work in here a few times a week, what are you doing over here anyway? Visiting?’
‘Yes that’s sort of right, baby sitting more like it, meet Paul, the baby as such’.
‘Oh I see, actually I remember Paul from when I worked in accounts. Plus I’ve heard a lot about him lately, mainly from Sarah, you know what she’s like, she tells me everything and I mean everything!’
‘Well it’s all true, that’s for sure, isn’t it Paul?’
Red with embarrassment Paul nods in agreement, obviously Sarah’s assurance of secrecy was complete bollocks, the whole world and his lady seemed to know about it, especially the lady bit it would seem.
‘Yes well anyway, we are out doing a bit of shopping for the wimp as such. Getting him kitted out to my liking. So he’s in training and learning his place, not only when it comes to June but all the time, especially when I’m around. We started with a wig and then some shoes; we’re on our way to find a dress or two. Actually, come to think of it Mary what have you got that might fit him in here, let’s face it. If I can dress him and help your charity well why not?’
‘Help yourself, go on have a browse and see what you fancy’.
After selecting a cotton dress with a floral pattern, the sort of thing from a fifties movie she returns to Mary and Paul who have stood watching in silence.
‘I think this will do, have you got a changing room?’
‘Sorry love we don’t usually get asked for fittings, not that sort of shop, there’s the store room out the back though where we sort all the stuff before it gets put on the shelf, come on follow me’.
Walking down a short passage way the three of them squeeze past a large pile of bin bags filled with donated clothes and enter the storeroom. Closing the door behind them Mary stands leaning against the door and points to an old wooden table on the far side.
‘He can put the suit on the table to try it on, I’ll watch from here’.
‘Oh Mary you haven’t changed have you?’
‘Go on Paul, do as your told, don’t keep me waiting; someone else might come in if you don’t hurry. Or shall I give the other girls a call?’
Rapidly Paul removes the expensive suit, certainly far better than any of the one he wears for work and places it on the table as instructed before unbuttoning his shirt, until he is now standing before the two older women in just the knickers June’s mum had insisted he wear.
‘Come come Paul don’t stop there, after what Sarah told me I want to see the little thing for myself’.
Hooking his thumbs into the waist band of the knickers he slowly slips them of his hips and down his legs until they are loose enough to drop to the floor around his ankles to reveal the item of their ridicule, his pathetic little excuse for a cock. Standing up he places his hands behind his back to allow them both full view of his cock.
‘Fuck me love, oops sorry you can’t with that can you Paul, no wonder June is Mr Watmisters latest fuck project’.
‘Now now Mary, don’t upset the little wimp, he might like it too much. See he does like it, he’s twitching already. It will be sticking out like a little coat peg in a minute, you watch’.
Moving away from the door Mary walks closer to the middle of the room towards Paul, stopping only inches away from him. Slowly she takes hold of his hand and places it under the hem of her skirt, powering his fingers against the damp musky crotch of her knickers and making him rub her through the thin material. As she continues Paul’s cock hardens fully and reaches it’s maximum size within seconds, all if about four inches if that, truly useless for anything that might be sexual satisfaction by either of these women, or any other really. Within less than a couple of minute of her teasing Paul’s cock erupts in all it’s glory, spurting a little squirt of white stick fluid on the shiny floor of the stock room, hardly reaching past the knickers crumpled around his feet.
‘Oh dear I seem to have made you cum, that was way too easy little one wasn’t it. You need a lot more training from what I can see, your not even house trained are you little wimp. For that you can get down on your knees and lick that mess up you messy little boy’.
‘Mary you’re such a cow. Good girl. Although you seem to have forgotten why we came in here, after he licks that up he can try on the dress’.
Like a good boy Paul gets down on the floor and complies with the latest demand, slowly he reaches out with his tongue and licks the now cold stick mess from his own cock, tasting his own cum is disgusting when compared to that of his superiors, especially when scooped from the floor like this.
Just as he finishes he feel a hand wrap around his shrivelled cock and balls, totally encompassing them in one hand. As the grip increases, the Mistress whispers in his ear again.
‘You really are a slow learner aren’t you little boy, do that again and these are coming off, understand?’
Carefully he rises as she retains her grip until he is ready to stand. Finally she releases him and throws the dress at him with her other hand.
‘Put it on wimp’.
Complying in front of her and her friend Paul slips the dress over his head and places his arms in as well before pulling it down over his body into place.
‘My my you look a right sissy Paul, why don’t you put on the wig and shoes as well, to finish it off’.
Continuing with the fashion show he removes the items he had been powerd to buy earlier and with a little assistance from Mary with the wig he is soon standing in his new attire.
‘I think that’s about the best we can manage for now, let me pay for the dress oh and you may as well keep the suit, he won’t need it in future anyway. Not if I have anything to do with it’.
Feeling a sudden surge of courage Paul decides to speak up, the suit cost him the best part of a months wages, apart from the fact that what was he going to wear to get home?
‘Hold on a minute, that’s my best suit, you know it is, what will June say if I get rid of it, it cost us a fortune and it’s the one I got married in’.
‘Hold on. Hold on. What the fuck do you mean hold on? If I decide you donate it to charity then it goes. You should have thought of that last night before your little spunking episode you little worm, so shut the fuck up OK. From now on you’re wearing a dress whenever you’re with me and that includes the trip home’.
Although this is way too much for Paul he is powerless to resist any further as Mary quickly grabs the expensive suit along with his shirt and shoes and places the out of his reach on top of the large pile of bin liners nearby.
‘I think you had better pull your knickers up boy, you will look pretty stupid trying to walk down the High Street them around your ankles’. The irony of the situation lost on Mary, that he was now clearly a man dressed in a woman’s clothes and would have to get home on public transport would hardly look normal!
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theonanist69
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As they get on the bus for the journey home Mistress makes sure Paul walks to the empty seat at the rear of the bus, maximising the offense as he walks past the rest of the passengers dotted along the aisle. Their reactions vary from looks of total disgust to open ridicule and pointing, the sight of a man dressed as a woman clearly humorous to them.
‘There’s a good boy, sit in the middle seat to make sure everyone can see what a pathetic little sissy you really are’.
Taking a seat one row further forward she sits next to the window and truns slightly in order to both keep an eye on her mister-in-law and watch the reaction of the other passengers. After about half an hour they are the only ones left on the bus apart from an old guy sitting halfway down the bus, one who is just sitting and staring at the sight of Paul in his new attire. Eventually he gets up and walks to the rear of the bus and sits in the empty seat next to Paul and without saying a word starts stroking Paul’s leg through the material of the cotton dress.
‘I guess he’s with you lady’. The old man enquires whilst continuing to stroke Paul’s leg, moving his hand closer and closer to his rapidly hardening cock.
‘What of it you old perv, what do you think your doing?’
‘I’m not daft lady, if he’s prepared to go around dress like this just for your benefit then he’s ready to do far more’.
‘So what! If you think I’m gonna let you wank him off and ruin that dress with his sunk you’ve got another think coming, anyway who the fuck are you?’
‘Just a horny old fucker that knows an opportunity when I see one, let’s face it lady you ain’t really bothered are you. In fact you want me to do something don’t you?’
‘Well what have you got in mind you old cunt’.
‘Now now, there’s no need to be rude. Look lady we have about half an hour before the bus gates to the next town, that’s plenty of time for him to suck me off I’d say’. Without waiting for a reply the old man undoes the front of his already bulging trousers and releases his cock. Although out of sight from the rest of the bus June’s mum gets a clear view of it, a very average sized cock no more than six inches long and rather narrow, much like the one she gets regularly from her husband.
‘You wouldn’t get me near that in a million years old timer, but the wimp is a different matter, as he’s in training and must learn to do as his told it’s your lucky day’.
‘Sissy boy, go on, do your good dead for the elderly. Suck him off. Oh and swallow all of it when he comes as I don’t want any spunk on the dress of in your new hair’.
‘Yes Mistress, thank you’.
‘That’s better, you’re learning’.
Taking hold of the strangers cock Paul still get a thrill as he enjoys the warmth of it in his hand, slowly he starts to wank it, very gently as he feels the smoothness of it’s exposed head and realises that it’s circumcised, a first for him.
‘You haven’t got all day you stupid cunt, just put it in your mouth and start sucking’.
Bending forward Paul does as he’s ordered, allowing his lips to run the entire length of the old cock until the reach the base, although his mouth has fully encompassed the throbbing cock it is now where near to going down his throat and making him gag like Mr Watmisters or Eric do. Applying all his recently developed s*******s he continues to give the old man the best blowjob he can manage. Much to the amusement of his lady-in-law as she looks on as his head bobs up & down quite rapidly, making the dark black hairs of his wig sway to the rhythm as the periodically obscure her view of her mister-in-laws mouth performing on this dirty old perv! Reaching over the back of her seat she uses one of her fingers to hook the side of the wig behind Paul’s right ear in order to get an uninterrupted view.
‘That’s it wimp, be quick we don’t want to miss our stop’. She mocks.
In only a matter of a few minutes the old man is ready to come, it’s a long time since any one had given him a blowjob that he didn’t have to pay for that’s for certain. As his breath becomes rapid Paul can sense the moment is imminent as the cock in his mouth seems to increase in size slightly and then it happens, the sudden surge of hot sticky spunk exploding into his willing mouth, filling it almost immediately. The amount catching Paul by surprise as he struggles to swallow it all down!
‘There’s a sight for sore eyes, now don’t spill any Paul swallow it all.’
Paul nods his confirmation as it would be impossible to break the seal made by his lips around the old man’s cock without spilling any of the hot salty spunk. Every time he manages to swallow down a mouthful it seems to be replaced by a never ending supply, as the old man sits with his eyes closed, head tilted back and one hand firmly on the back of Paul’s head to make sure he cannot stop sucking until the old man is completely spent.
‘Fuck me that was good, I needed that’.
‘Actually your quite a star old timer, you’ve got hidden talents. If you can come like that every time you should be making porno movies or something’.
‘If only you knew lady, in my time I was in big demand but those days are long gone. But I’ve still got my memories and a fully functioning cock, you should try it some time, I’ll keep an eye out for you on the bus’.
‘That will never happen old man but hay good luck, this is our stop so a good day to you’.
Without saying a word Paul adjusts himself to try and control his hard little cock from sticking out too far in the front of his dress as he gets of the bus, savouring the taste of fresh spunk as he goes.
‘You know Paul, when June gets home from her trip I going to have quite a story to tell her about just what a little perv she’s married to, although she already knows you pathetic I bet we can surprise her at just how far you’ve developed in the last couple of days. Oh and by the way Eric will be back tonight so I am sure the will be plenty more to add before this weekend is over!
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theonanist69
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Getting back from their eventful trip she makes him change back into his maid’s uniform, this time though he has the dark wig and appropriate shoes to match. In no mood to trust in any of Paul’s cooking and with no intention of doing anything close to food preparation she decides that having some food delivered would be best. Approximately forty minutes later the food arrives and Paul is ordered to collect it from the front door and pay for it, this he does and opens the door wide as the delivery driver grins from ear to ear as he quickly pays. Carrying the hot food to the kitchen to dish it up for Mistress she announces that she will be the only one eating the food, he will receive all the protein he requires from large amount of spunk he has and will eat over the weekend! How could he argue with that as he thinks to himself how lucky he has been so-far?
Shortly after clearing up the door bell goes and Paul hurries to answer it without being asked, eager to let Eric in and let the action to begin. To his surprise when he opens the door he finds Mary standing there!
‘Come in’. He stutters.
‘Oh I intend to dear, don’t worry about that. I must say that dress suits you even more that the one you bought from me earlier little dick’.
‘Don’t keep her waiting slave, let her in’. Mistress calls from the living room. ‘And fix her a take, vodka and tonic I think’.
‘Yes love well remembered’.
Taking a seat Mary engages in conversation with June’s mum, completely ignoring Paul until she is ready for a top up. After the best part of an hour the door rings again, this time it is Eric and a friend, about the same height but considerably heavier built but equally as black!
‘Hi little sissy boy, how’s it hanging. Oh fuck, sorry white boy you too small to hang aren’t you? He taunts as he pushes his way into the house.
‘My boy here is ready for the action girl. Meet Roy’.
‘You were right when you said he’s a big lad Eric’.
‘You not seen him yet girl, that’s when you will see he’s a big boy!’
Mary burst out laughing, the earlier takes removing what little inhibitions she has, as she considers the implication. The bigger the better as far as she is concerned.
‘It looks like I own you one love; Roy is certainly all you promised earlier at the shop. I want big and I want it now’.
Paul asks the guys if they would like a take, but he is quickly rebuffed.
‘Look boy when we want something we will tell you, right now it’s a good fucking we want and you ain’t built for that. So fuck off and leave us alone. You go to your room boy until we call is that clear?’
Sheepishly Paul does as his ordered.
It seems like hours, listening to the muffled sounds working their way up from the rooms below. The sounds of hot passionate sex as the four lovers fuck each other in an orgy of pure lust before there are foot steps outside the room, slowly the door handle turns and the door swings open. Paul beams as he gazes upon Mary, naked, standing in the doorway. Her pale skin looking decidedly flushed from the exertion of being thoroughly fucked to multiple orgasms by the two black lads. Allowing his gaze to drop slowly Paul takes in the beautiful sight of her sexy mature body glistening with sweat and the first sign of spunk dribbling down the inside of her thigh as Roy’s deposit begins to flow from her.
‘Don’t just stare Paul come over here and kneel’.
‘Yes Mary, it’s my pleasure’. He replies, anticipating what will come next.
‘You really are one sick little perv Paul, but all the better for it’.
Leaning forward he uses his tongue to scoop up the dribble of cum as it works its way downward, thick and savoury it tastes different once again, obviously each man has his own taste Paul has discovered. Following the trail upwards he traces a line until his tongue comes into contact with Mary’s neatly trimmed pussy, her lips hanging loose and wide due to many years of being taken and used by big, big, cocks. The kind that frequently occupy Paul’s dreams.
Taking hold of the top of his had Mary powers it closer to her body, making sure his tongue penetrates as deep as possible without any risk of him pulling away until he has swallowed all that she has to offer.
Reaching up he gently uses the thumb of each hand to prise apart her puffy pussy lips to ensure he can get his mouth firmly against he sticky cunt hole, enabling him to start sucking with all his might, sucking her large engorged clit at the same time as he drains her lovers fresh spunk from deep within her.
‘Your getting very good at this lad, keep that up and I’ll be coming all over your pervy little face’.
Without stopping he nods gently and then starts to tease her clit, the tip of his tongue rapidly flicking away as he works on bringing her off. Working himself into a frenzy of pure lust as he performs for her, his tiny cock straining against the soft material of a pair of the Mistress’ knickers eager for her to come.
‘Fuck yes, keep going, don’t stop’. She screams as his attention finally tips her over the edge to an earth shattering orgasm, so intense that she collapses as her legs turn to jelly powering her to rest her entire weight on to Paul. Her body starts to shudder as wave after wave of pleasure course through her causing her to flood Paul’s upturned face with her cum, squirting her juice all over him to such an extent it flows all down his neck and starts to soak into the silky material of his maids dress.
‘Well well well’. Comes the voice of the Mistress from just outside the bedroom door. You could wake the dead with the noise you’re making Mary; I take it that was good for you’.
‘Oh yes love’.
‘Leave the little perv, were ready for round three, come on, they’ve gone into the main bedroom, we wouldn’t want to keep them waiting now’.
Just as quickly as Mary had appeared she was gone! Closing the door behind her and leaving Paul if he had just missed the chance of seeing June’s mum naked before she shot into his bedroom. Sod it he thinks.
This time the noises are much closer especially when he hears the bed head board slamming against the wall as someone is getting pounded relentlessly by one of the big badass cocks. Hoping with all his heart that it is his lady-in-law as she is being taken by Eric, his thick black shaft stretching her white cunt into a perfect circle around it as he thrusts deeper and deeper into her. ‘Yes it must be her, please let it be her’. He fantasises.
Eventually the sounds die down until there are just the odd giggling noises until he gets a call from the Mistress.
‘Oh cucky, come in here it’s clean up time’.
Entering the room he is greeted my the site of Mary and the two guy sprawled out on the bed whilst the Mistress is standing at the foot of the bed, wearing Paul’s own dressing gown to cover her body from his gaze, making sure he does not get a glimpse of the body he she knows he lusts after.
‘Bloody hell wimp, look at the state of your dress, you’ve got Mary come all down it you useless twat. Take it off and then get on the bed and start cleaning, you can start with the boys before you finish with Mary again, it’s getting late and they’ve got to get going soon’.
Kicking off his shoes and removing the stained maid’s dress Paul climbs onto the bed in just his knickers and wig. Starting with Eric he gets to work on his massive cock, licking it clean making sure he removes all of the sticky white goo from it’s superior black shaft before gently sucking the remainder of the fluid from the end of his cock.
‘Hurry up sissy’.
As if on a production line he swaps his attention to Mary and gets to work licking her used cunt once again, this time it is totally saturated with black mans seed flowing from her. So much in fact that he is actually takeing it down rather than just cleaning it. As he does so he feels the firm grip of a large powerful hand on the back of his neck, roughly shaking his head from side to side as if the owner of the hand is using Paul’s as a cloth to mop up Mary’s messy cunt.
‘There you go boy, get it all you little dickless cunt’. A deep voice booms.
‘Don’t scare him too much Roy, he might piss himself, he’s a messy little fucker as it is without adding to it!’
As he continues to lick and suck at her pussy Mary looks up at the Mistress. ‘Pull his knickers down love, show Roy just how pathetic he really is’.
Taking a firm hold she grips the back of the flimsy material and pulls back with all her might, causing then to rip as they are yanked down, whilst the momentum drags him away from Mary’s pussy and half turns him over to reveal the offending little stub of a cock that is now on full view for all to see and laugh at.
‘You were sure at the back of the queue when they were dishing out the cock rations boy, my six year old has gotta bigga piece for sure’. Roy exclaims to the amusement of his audience. Kneeling up he take hold of his giant of a cock , although flaccid it must still be over ten inches in length and as thick as June’s wrist. The monster hose, dark, black and menacing as he teases Paul with it only inches from his wide open mouth as a large drop of spunk forms on the end. With a quick flick of his wrist the droplet of spunk is deposited into the wimps tongue, before Roy take a firmer hold and milks the remaining spunk into the eager mouth until there is no more dripping from it. As a final act he whips the heavy beast of his manhood across the Paul’s sissy face with a loud slapping noise that causes the rest of them to burst out laughing.
Looking down at her mister-in-laws dicklet the Mistress notices that it is starting to dribble, as a tiny flow of fluid oozes from the end.
‘How sweet, the cuck boy is so turned on he can’t control himself. He’s coming all by himself without even having to touch it!’
Mary decides its time for the object of the amusement to put on a little show for them. ‘Get off the bed and stand next to your lady-in-law Paul. That’s it stand next to her and show us how you wank yourself whilst you think about those heavy tits that just about a foot from your face right now. That’s good wank the little thing for the boys’.
Taking himself in hand he gladly obeys, being able to bring himself off whilst in the presence of the Mistress is pure ecstasy for Paul and the fact that he is the object of the others ridicule is of no significance what so ever as he only has eyes for the heavy heaving breasts that are contained in the thin material of his dress gown as she stands before him. Transfixed it is only a mater of a minute if that before his cock fully erupts, squirting his spunk onto the bedroom carpet.
‘The more he lusts after a look of my tits the less chance of him ever getting a glimpse. I love it’.
‘Shows over folks, what a let down’. Mary announces.
‘Right Paul you can get yourself cleaned up and then you can stay in this room tonight, the beds too wet for my liking so I’ll stay in the guest room. In the morning you can wear the new dress as the maids one needs cleaning. I will leave you another pair of my knickers as you’ve made me ruin the last ones.
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