Oh No....................The Fish !

By: X. S. Sillke

 

(Part 2 - Private Party Time)

 

 I was sitting at the dressing table mirror re-touching my make-up, having added more eyeshadow and cheek blusher, although there was really no need, I was now adding a few extra coats of the bright cherry red lipstick. I had changed out of the black silk basque and sperm stained stockings, and now wore bright red silk bra and panties with a matching suspender belt, my cock was once again safely inside a condom as it had quickly become rejuvenated when I slid the new pair of black silk seamed stockings up my legs and attached them to my suspenders. Over the top of this ensemble was a loose fitting sheer black lace dress, the hemline hanging lower on one side in a poncho style and the sleeves tight fitting at the top of my arms and then billowing out to big bell shapes at my wrists, my bright red undies clearly visable through the lace material. I was feeling tarty after my experience earlier in the evening, through the mixture of guilt and embarassment I realised that I also felt excited at having had the power to turn a man on sexually, even if it was only Clifford the neighbourhood poof ! I had given up trying to analyse what had happened, having had a couple more glasses of whisky I now didn't give a damn ! Clifford had caught me dressed up in my mothers undies so I now didn't have any choice but to follow his lead. I finished multi coating my lips bright red and set off to my parents bedroom to find some shoes. After much deliberation between boots or shoes, I chose the red ankle straps with a five inch heel, they were deliciously tarty due to the ankle strap being two inches deep. I slid my black silken feet into them and practiced walking up and down, they were harder to adjust to than the earlier boots as there was no support around the ankle area, I would have to be careful or I would be slipping sideways off the steep heels.

I tottered to the stairs and slowly made my way downward, gripping the rail for support, I was nearly at the bottom when I heard the key turning in the front door. I suddenly felt very nervous and stopped, poised on the stairway. Clifford hummed his way through the doorway with a jovial "Hiya sweet pea", to be followed by someone with long blonde hair. When the blonde head stepped into the lighted hallway I recognised the

chiselled facial features under the heavy make-up as Sam, Clifford's male partner, although he looked anything but male the way he was dressed tonight. A skin tight leopard skin print mini dress formed a short pelmet across the top of his high gloss black silk encased legs which ended with a pair of very high heeled black patent pointed toe ankle boots, with small padlocks on the fastening straps at either side. The long blonde wig framed a pretty but heavily made-up face, gold eyeshadow, false eyelashes both upper and lower, dark maroon cheek blusher followed the lines of the high set cheekbones and the full lips were coated in bright red lipstick, similar to my own. The painted lips broke into a broad smile when Sam saw me standing on the stairs.

"Hello honey,wow, Clifford has done you a disservice baby, he told me you looked good when you were dressed, but he didn't tell me you looked THIS good ! Come on down here and let me get a good look at you. He calls me Samantha when I'm dressed, do you have a femme name hon ?"

"I guess it would have to be Cindy, that was how I referred to myself in my mind."

"Well, hi Cindy, is this your first time with make-up ? You have made a good job of it. Don't worry about mine, I always go over the top - I just love being a tart !"

I made my way apprehensively down to stand in front of Samantha, concentrating on staying on top of my heels. We were about the same height with the aid of our high heels, her hands came up to grope my silk bra, which shook me a bit, and then took hold of my hands and placed them on her tits. It was a natural reaction to squeeze them, they felt real !

"Silicone bra inserts babe, lets see if we can do something with yours. Have you got any rice in the kitchen ?"

I nodded, and she took hold of my hand as we both tip-tapped together on our heels out to the kitchen. I rummaged through the cupboards until I found the pack of rice, and handed it to Samantha. She pulled my black sheer lace dress up and reached inside a bra cup to withdraw the rolled up tights, selecting just one pair she cut off the bottom of each leg section, and taking the rice poured it into the cut-off sections, going from one to the other adjusting the content until she was happy that they were both equal. She then knotted the cut-off sections and handed them to me to slide them into my silk bra cups. The weight felt good, and the size was just right to fill each cup to its limits.

"Walk about in them babe, get used to them bouncing about a bit as you strut, it's what I started off with before I got the silicone jobbies."

I walked with the stilted strides that my heels dictated, enjoying the feeling of movement inside my bra, another sensation to arouse me. Samantha smiled, sensing my delight with the new development. She reached out to me, and we strutted back towards the lounge hand in hand. I was warming to her quickly.

"Now what have you two girlies been up to out there ?"

"Just giving Cindy some new titties, hon. Now are you going to get us all a drink Cliffy, while the two of us get to know each other a bit better ?"

We were still standing hand in hand as Samantha gently pulled me against herself, her arms sliding around me as we stood pressed against each other, my rice titties against her silicone titties, it seemed quite natural to put my hands on her shoulders. Her highly glossed lips gently touched my painted lips, and we were suddenly in a passionate snog, her tongue probing into my mouth as we went into a full open-mouthed kiss. My nervousness and any doubts I had evaporated at that moment as my arms went around her neck, pulling her towards me. It seemed to last for ages, but was probably only about a minute.

"You're so pretty Cindy, really cute, and the way you're dressed has really given me the hots for you babe."

The prominent bulge that had appeared at the front of the leopard print dress confirmed the spoken word.

"I'm err, well, I'm not gay or anything.........I've never done anything like this before........but I'm so excited with it all, I don't want it to stop Samantha."

"Relax Cind, no pressure, just take it one step at a time, I won't push you, walk away from it anytime you want to, just follow your natural instinct hon."

We kissed again, I pressed my excited pantied cock against her bulging dress front, her hands dropped to cup my bum cheeks and pull me harder against her. It all felt so good, so right. Samantha broke from the kiss, sliding down in front of me to rest on her haunches, lifting my sheer lace dress and pressing the wispy material into my now vacant hands to hold up whilst she slid the red silk panties down my silk stockinged thighs to release my rampant rubbered cock. I looked down over my new titties to watch her smudged glossy lips slide down the length of my shaft, she looked up at me from beneath the long false lashes and gave a sexy wink as her mouth started to slide to and fro along the length of my cock, her heavily rouged cheeks sucked inward with her efforts to vacuum my spunk. Oohh it was so good. Her hands ran up and down my silk covered legs, my suspenders feeling so taut, the sensations were bringing me to the brink. I vaguely remembered seeing Clifford standing in the dining room with a video camara, but my rising excitement blurred everything with just one aim, to fill my rubber cocoon and feel the relief. Samantha was bobbing feverishly now, her blonde hair swirling with the frantic movement, I refocused on the gorgeous made-up face that was pleasuring me so expertly, her eyes still looking up from between their heavily lashed frames, it was all too much..........it was rising............my own painted lips wide apart to allow the loud groan to escape.......as her mouth caused the ultimate conclusion and I felt spurt after spurt blow into that warm sucking cavern. She held me between her lips until the twitching subsided, before allowing my rubbered cock its release from her mouth with a slurpy plopping sound.

Samantha stood upright, our smudged glossy lips met again, open mouthed, intent on causing further damage to our carefully made-up images.

"Was that nice, Cindy babe ? I've been wanting to do that since I first saw you standing on the stairs, you really are the business, honey. Pure fantasy material."

"Oohh Samantha, that was better than I have ever imagined. I've never been sucked off before, it was my first time, though I have often tried to imagine what it was like. But what about you, I don't know if I can do it too ?"

"Ssshhh honey, you'll know when it's the right time. Wait for the moment. Just use your little laqcuered fingers for now, I'm nearly exploding with lust for you here."

I reached down to lift Samantha's leopard print dress to expose her lace topped hold-up silk stockings and a pair of sheer black silk panties fighting a losing battle to contain her huge cock. I yanked the panty waist band down and wrapped my fingers around her highly excited length, gently starting to wank her. We stood with an arm around each others waist, both fully exposed, perched high on our heels, our grossly smudged lips toying, as I worked her cock to bring the relief she so desperately wanted. Clifford was still busy capturing our joint lust for each other on video tape, quietly humming to himself, as I concentrated my efforts to milk Samantha. It was not long before I felt her hand tightly grip my waist, followed by the vision of her squirting her jism far across the room as she unloaded her excitement, some of it landing with a splop on Clifford's highly polished shoes some twelve feet away. Samantha hugged me to her, my reward for my ministrations.

"Ooooohh my cutie, you are so good with your fingers, I really needed that, you had got me so sexed up just looking at you dressed in your naughty undies hon."

"Jeeez Sammi, you've gone and messed all over my shoes, you harlot ! Good job I wasn't going for a close-up with this thing, God knows what you would have messed up then. Can't you control yourself, you tartlet ?"

"Chill, Clifford. It'll wipe off, anybody would think that it was the first time anybody had sprayed over you, I seem to remember you quite enjoyed it last night ! Hey Cliffy, how about we take this little sexy cutie to the party tomorrow night ?"

"No....I can't go outside dressed.......er.....I've only got this wig......I can't go out wearing a pink wig !"

"Nice idea Sammi, I could see myself escorting you two little bimbettes. It's OK sweet pea, it's a bad taste party in a private house, you will look quite conservative with pink hair, wait till you see some of the way-out weirdo's that will be there, man you would not believe !"

"He's right hon, there will be more make-up than you will ever find at an Avon party, and you won't have a clue what gender you are talking to half of the time, bizarre would be a polite term for it babe. I'll come round and help you get ready princess, find you some nice false lashes to wear on that pretty little face of yours and make you look even sexier."

Samantha and I were busy cleaning oursleves, and Clifford's shoes, up whilst this conversation was going on, I was enjoying the sensation of my new titties moving about in my silk bra as I busied myself, but I still had serious doubts about venturing outside whilst dressed. Clifford had retreated to the sofa while we tottered around on our heels repairing the damage, and then watched while we both stood side by side and heavily recoated our lips using the mirror over the fireplace.

"Well just look at you two little girly-boys painting your faces. I reckon its time one of you bimbettes came and relieved the grief of the hard working cameraman, hey darlings ?"

Samantha looked across at my reflection in the mirror as we replenished our lips to their former bright red shiny glory, and winked a long lashed eye at me. I was really getting to like her. We both turned to face him, sliding an arm around each others waist.

"Why Cliffy honeybun, I didn't think you got turned on by me getting dressed up for you ?"

"The way you two girlies have been behaving, sucking and rubbing at each other in your bimby undies, it's enough to give a priest a big stiffy."

"You grab the camera Cindy and I'll take care of this rampant man. You can film us as I relieve his frustration".

Samantha minced over to the sofa whilst I clicked off on my heels to retrieve the video camera from the table in the dining room. It took a few minutes to work out which was the record button, and by the time I tottered back into the lounge Samantha was knelt on the floor between Clifford's legs and had his large excited cock firmly lodged between her recently replenished bright red lips. I stood beside the sofa and started the recording, watching as her head bobbed the length of the cock in her mouth. I slowly moved on my ultra high heels around to the back of the sofa, now recording Samantha full face on. Clifford was getting very verbal, with phrases of "Suck it kinky bitch", "You look sweet with a big cock in your pretty painted mouth", and the such-like. I realised, somewhat shamedly, that I was getting another hard-on in my silk panties from watching this performance. I rubbed my nyloned thighs together, enjoying the sensation, and dismissed the questions rushing through my mind as I watched those bright shiny red lips administering their pleasure. Clifford groaned loudly and thrust up at Samantha's sucking mouth, and I watched transfixed as drops of his spunk appeared around the edges of her bright red lips. God, this was exciting. She sucked him dry, and then sliding her mouth from his length, with white deposits still augmenting her shiny red painted lips, she looked up and blew me a kiss. I couldn't resist, I just followed my natural instinct. I put the camera down on the back of the sofa and tip-tapped around to the front of the sofa I knelt down beside Samantha and pressed my brightly glossed lips against her spunk coated shiny lips, immediately going into a passionate open-mouthed and tongue entangling kiss. I revelled at my first salty taste of a mans sperm.

"Whooaa! You two girly-boys are too much for me. Can't you just sit and relax for a while, keep getting all sexed up like that. Wear a simple soul like me to a frazzle. Jeez Sammi, just look at sweet pea, that's another big stiffy in her silky panties, the little tartlet is out of control !".

We continued our frantic lipstick-smudging snog whilst Samantha's fingers reached down to delicately fondle the front of my bulging silk panties, causing me to groan into her wide open mouth. We eventually broke from our tongue-searching kiss.

"You are a sexy little strumpet Cindy. I take it you like the taste ? Want to sample some more babe ? Lay down on the sofa hon, and I will give you a special milking."

I followed Samantha's instructions and climbed back up onto my heels before laying down on the sofa, my pink encased head next to Clifford and stockinged legs draped over the opposite arm. Samantha remained kneeling beside the sofa and slowly slid my red silk panties down over my nylon-sheathed legs, causing me a shudder of excitement at the sensuous sensation, and freeing my re-excited cock to stand to attention. She took hold of both my ankles and raised them into the air and then down behind my head into Clifford's lap, where he gripped them, to hold me bent over double. My cock was now pointing down towards my face. I suddenly realised what she intended to do and a flash of panic came over me. Seeing my concern on my heavily painted face she smiled and told me to relax, it would be the sexiest thing I had ever experienced. Her blonde head came between my doubled over body for our shiny lips to meet again for a brief kiss. She gently gripped my swollen shaft and began to delicately wank it downward. I couldn't believe I was in this position, dressed in womens sexy undies, fully made-up, and about to be wanked off into my own mouth by another man dressed as I was ! Her free hand abrubtly ended my confused thoughts as it ran over my stockinged legs, pausing to tweak my suspenders, before roaming over my exposed bottom and one finger finding my puckered entrance, gently poking at it in the same rythym as her other hand milked me from below. Clifford now reached over and began gently pulling at my suspenders, causing the wonderful sensation of silk stockings sliding up and down my legs. The whole scenario was getting too much. Samantha purred.

"Feeling good babe ? Enjoy those lovely sensations you sexy little bitch. Lovely silk. All dressed up to excite the men. Sexy little tart. Getting all horny in your silkies. You make me horny in my silkies just looking at you. Big stiffy because you're all dressed up like a pretty girlie. I'm milking you babe. Sexy silky milking.

Now open those pretty painted lips wide honeybun, wide open so I can squirt your warm love juice into that pretty shiny mouth."

I was gone. The multiple sensations I was experiencing were taking me over the top. I concentrated on the hand that was milking as I opened my mouth as wide as it would go. It was building. Please don't stop now. It was too close. I moaned through my wide open mouth as the hand brought me to the brink. It was now. I closed my eyes in rapture as I felt my cock spurt my warm spunk into my own welcoming mouth. The hand continued its milking as spurt after spurt filled my mouth. Eventually totally emptied, I swallowed, savouring the warm salty taste.

Clifford released my ankles from his lap, my legs flopping back onto the sofa. Samantha leant over me and her highly glossed lips once again met my shiny lips in a soft lingering kiss.

"You're a fully fledged spunk-slut now babe."

We spent the next hour snuggled up on the sofa, finishing the bottle of whisky. Samantha huddled against Clifford, and me snucked up against Samantha. We talked of the party tomorrow night, they both reassured me that it would be OK, they would both look out for me and wouldn't let anything get out of control, which put my mind at rest. I completely trusted Samantha now, in fact the attraction went beyond trust, but I didn't dwell on that thought, that was for another time, preferably a sober time. I just relaxed enjoying the completely relaxing and natural feeling of being dressed in sexy silk underwear with a heavily made-up face and being with folk that accepted it as being normal.

  

To be continued.....................

   

   

   

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