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

by X. S. Sillke

 

(Part 3 - The Bad-Taste Party)

 

I slowly came to my senses, mmmm, experiencing the wonderful feeling of silk encasing my body, ooohh yes, I moved slightly and felt the lovely sensation of taut suspenders pulling at my stocking tops, and lazily ran a hand over myself feeling the bra and suspender belt and silk covered legs, idly wondering who had left a tentpole in my silk panties. I opened one eye, then two eyes, then sat bolt upright in panic, everything was a sea of pink. Mistake. Moving so suddenly reminded my head of how much whisky I had drunk the night before and kick-started the hammer drill within my skull. I realised the pink vision was my cheap party wig that had obviously gone a bit askew during my slumber. Reaching up to correct its position it dawned on me that I was on the sofa in the lounge, still fully dressed in my tarty feminine attire from the wonderful experiences shared with Clifford and his crossdressing partner Samantha, the night before. I slowly lay back down to try and ease the hammer drill, and enjoy the pleasurable feeling of my rejuvenated excitement tenting the front of my red silk panties. I was sorely tempted to reach down and fondle myself, but resisted for the time being, and just savoured the natural and exciting feeling of being dressed the way I was.

My mind raced through the events of the previous evening, trying an analysis on each event, but soon gave up on that as things entangled and twisted through too many emotions. I settled for the conclusion that I felt no shame or guilt for my part, and therefore if it feels good, then do it ! My thoughts did dwell on Samantha for a while though, realising that I had a strong physical attraction for him/her when dressed. What was that all about ? Would it be the same when he was in male clothes, or just when dressed as Samantha ? The hammer drill became too much at that point, and I staggered upright onto my high heels and precariously clicked my way in search of paracetamol.

I showered and changed, which cleared my head a bit. I slipped into a black silk underwear set of bra, panties and broad suspender belt with a pair of black silk stockings. A pair of black patent ankle boots with the customary ultra high stilletto heel, and a loose fitting white silk shift shirt which just covered my stocking tops. A light coating of make-up, with the exception of my lips which were multi-layered and heavily glossed in bright red, and my pink wig completed my daywear. I happily clicked my way around the house for the rest of the day, savouring all the new sensations, the tightness in my calves caused by the height of my heels, the continuous taut slipperiness of tightly clipped suspenders and stockings, the prominence of my false titties thrusting out in front of me, and the constant sound caused by my ultra heeled ankle boots. It was heaven. How could I ever go back to jeans and a T-shirt ? It took all my reserves of restraint to avoid touching my constantly tented panty-front throughout the day. Came close to spilling into the soft black silk on several occasions just from the sensuous friction, but managed to pull back from the brink. I wanted to save that particular pleasure for when I was with Sammi again. Luxuriated in the seemingly natural pleasure of my body being enveloped in shiny sexy silkiness.

Had a hurried phone call from Samantha who was in a Fancy Dress Hire Shop, asking my shoe size, in the mid afternoon. Wouldn't explain why that information was required. What devious idea had she got now ? It reminded me of the forthcoming Bad Taste Party, which I still viewed with some trepidation. Dressing in the security of your home was one thing, but to go to someone elses home, dressed and made-up to the nines, amongst total strangers was a different matter altogether. With these thoughts I peacefully dozed off to sleep, stretched out on the sofa feeling blissfully comfortable with myself.

I was awoken suddenly by the sound of the front door slamming shut, with the clicking of high heels announcing the arrival of Samantha, who bustled into the front room carrying several carrier bags. She looked absolutely stunning. The long blonde wig framed her pretty face, heavily made-up with silver glitter eye shadow augmenting the long false lashed eyes, flaming red cheek blusher rose up each cheek, and the lips were heavily glossed with cherry red lipstick. Her slim body had been poured into a tight silver lycra halter neck miniskirt which clearly showed the outline of her bra and suspenders, not to mention the exciting bulge in her pantyline. Black shiny glitter stockings disappeared into the tops of her high heeled silver thighboots. She looked totally OTT, ready for a David Bowie video, but oh so horny ! Her heavily glossed lips broke into a broad smile.

"Hiya honeybun, we've got about an hour before Cliffy comes back to pick us up, so we had better get started in glamourizing you to make you the belle of the ball."

Our lips met in a brief tantalizing kiss before we clic-clacced our way up to the bedroom for me to get changed. I had already laid out the undies, a shocking pink silk basque with matching panties, and had also managed to find a pair of sheer pink stockings. I quickly donned these, and slid the high necked sheer black silk sleeveless blouse over the top. The bright pink through the black gauze of the tight blouse looked good.

A tight pvc miniskirt with a broad leather belt just managed to cover my stocking tops. Samantha sat me down and started on my make-up. It started with two sets of ridiculously long false lashes for either eye, and then busied herself with the rest of my face. It was a while later that she allowed me to turn to the mirror, my mouth dropped, staring back at me was such a horny sight, my make-up mirroring Samantha's in every detail, I would certainly fancy myself if I met me at a party ! The lipstick over-ran my natural lipline, but it made me look oh so pouty ! Just begging for the attention of another set of lips. Sammi smiled at me in the mirror. Our eyes locked, examining the others excitingly painted faces in detail. It made me realise that I had yet to apply the rubber protection that I'm sure would be required, and struggled to roll the tight pvc mini up to allow me to slip my panties down and roll the condom down over my excited and already leaking length. Samantha walked over and picked up one of the carrier bags from the bed whilst I performed this delicate operation.

"We had better get you laced into these so that you can practice walking in them before we go out babe."

She held up a pair of lace-front black leather ballet-boots, the type where you actually walk on your toes and with sky-high heels running up the back of them. My face must have been a picture, because Sammi laughed.

"It's OK princess, you'll look stunning in these. I was after a pair myself but they didn't have my size. You're so pretty you'll be turning heads anyway, but with these little kinky boots on they will be queueing up to meet you hon. You'll be causing more hard-on's than a pot of Viagra babe. C'mon, lets get you laced up in them, I've been told the tighter you can lace them, the more support you get for your feet".

"But will I actually be able to walk in them ?"

"You'll be fine hon, look inside here, they've got the supporting straps all around the foot section, you won't have your full weight on your toes. Granted you probably won't be able to do the can-can in them, but the visual effect will be out of this world."

"So everyone will be able to get their rocks off looking at me, but I won't be able to move ?"

Sam smiled as she slid my pink silk sheathed foot into the boot and started to lace the front, pulling each loop tight, until she reached the top of the boot just below my knee. She repeated the process with the other boot. I must admit the strange angle of my feet did feel exciting. She took hold of my hands and pulled me up onto the boots. Wow. It did feel good. The heels were so high. The angle of the boots forced my groin forward, which caused the bulge in my tight pvc mini to be even more prominent. While Sam held my hands I took my first tentative steps in the ballet-boots. It did feel good. I was forced into even shorter steps than my normal high heels caused, much shorter as the toe and heel had to go down together, otherwise I would be flat on my face. We tottered around the bedroom together, until after a few minutes I was mincing in a stilt-like fashion on my own. It definately did feel good.

"Wowww hon, you're making me dribble with lust here. You look so hot, I feel like saying sod the party and just bedding you here and now. Where's those condoms sugar, I think I'd better put one on if I am going to have to look at this sexy little vamp all evening."

I pigeon-stepped my way out onto the landing whilst Sammi busied herself with providing the anti-spillage rubber to her excited length. I paused at the full length mirror to gaze at my reflection, from the pink wig and extravagantly made-up face, down over the tight sheer black silk gauze through which the shocking pink basque glowed, the tight pvc mini with the bulging outline of my own excitement, and the shiny pink silk covered legs atop the delightfully sexy ballet-boots supporting this vision at such a strange angle. Wow. Just wowww. I couldn't believe how perversely erotic I looked. Sammi clicked out in her silver thigh boots to stand behind me and drink in the same reflection. It was a tense moment. I so wanted this heavily made-up sexy blonde to hold me, hold me tight against her and our brightly glossed lips to meet. The spell was broken with the arrival of Clifford downstairs.

"Hey ho, where are you two, surely you're ready by now ? Just 'cos you're dressing as a couple of girlies doesn't mean you can keep me waiting for an hour whilst you get ready. Taking the role too far, that is."

Sammi took my hand as I short-stepped my way to the stairs, now this was going to be a challenge. Gripping the handrail with my other hand I slowly went down one step at a time, it turned out to be easier than I expected, realising that coming up them was going to be a bigger challenge in these boots. We paused halfway down, just for effect, and to allow Clifford to take in our joint images. He looked impressed.

"What's up Cliffy, never known you to be lost for words."

"Nice bimbettes. Looking good. Sexy silver and perverse pink. Good combination for a pair of tartlets. Nice idea sweet pea, matching your undies with your hair, I like a bit of colour co-ordination. Now c'mon you girlies, we have got some serious partying to do."

I couldn't believe that I was going outside the house dressed like this, my heart thumping wildly I tottered as quickly as my boots would allow to the sanctuary of the back seat of Cliffords car, Sammi sliding in beside me. We held hands all the way. It was a huge country house set in acres of land, the long driveway already littered with some very expensive cars. The music audible from halfway up the drive. Clifford pulled up and parked in front of the triple garage, remarking that he bet we would be blocked-in by the time we went home. My heart was still pounding as I gripped Sammi's arm and nervously and awkwardly encountered the steps up to the front door, struggling to keep my balance on the perversly designed boots. Sammi sensed my nervousness and squeezed my gripping hand.

"Relax hon, your gonna have every male in the place drooling, and a few of the fairer species too, I would imagine."

The door swung open and we were greeted by our hosts, a slim man dressed in a tight fitting black leather catsuit with matching leather hood, which allowed only his eyes and mouth to be visable. One gloved hand held a glass and the other a dog lead, the other end of which was fastened to a broad dog collar which in turn was tightly fastened around the neck of a delightful blonde elfin figure which I presumed was his wife. She took my breath away, wearing a black rubber cat hood which enveloped the top of her head with slanted eye-holes and covering down over a pert little nose, leaving her face below revealed to allow the enjoyment of seeing the deliciously glossed bright red lips and dimpled chin. Her blonde curly hair erupted from a small eyelet at the top of the rubber hood to cascade down, causing a resplendant clash of colour with the remainder of her black rubber costume which consisted of a rubber corset restraining her pert breasts with nipple cutouts, rubber shoulder length gloves, rubber stockings and black patent high heeled ankle boots. As if this vision was not enough to excite, both her rubbered wrists had leather cuffs which were attached by a short chain to her dog collar, leaving just enough play to allow her to hold a glass in one rubbered hand and a long cigarette in the other and to be able to reach her glossy mouth with both. What a vision. The rubber corset was cut high enough to reveal that she was most certainly a natural blonde. We were greeted as old friends, me being introduced simply as Cindy, a new friend. I was sure that my blushing cheeks must have been visable even through my heavy make-up. The vision in rubber smiled broadly and with a lingering look welcomed me to her home. If I wasn't in love, I was most certainly in lust !

We made our way across the huge hallway towards the kitchen, Sammi leading me by the hand as I hobbled with my short strides. The kitchen was jam-packed and as we moved through the throng my tightly encased pvc bum was groped a few times and someone even tweaked my excited bulge at the front. We found a space and quickly devoured a large whisky, and then replenished the glasses. Clifford disappeared in search of the toilet whilst Sammi and I studied some of the other guests. What an assortment. Amazing what turns some people on. A plump middle aged balding sissy came over and started talking to us, with his very badly applied make-up and pink pinafore dress with god knows how many petticoats underneath and little black flat pumps with big pink bows on them. He was very taken with both my ballet-boots and Sammi's silver thighboots, enquiring very politely if we might like to trample on him later in the evening. I struggled to keep a straight face while Sammi told him we would bear it in mind. He eventually moved off after spotting a young woman in fishnet stockings and high stilletto shoes with metal heels. We both burst out laughing, but Sammi told me that if I ever had to appear in court, to make sure that I wore my boots as he was the local Judge. We had finished our second glass of whisky, and I was feeling much more relaxed, although I was sure that my blushing cheeks must still be burning through my make-up. Sammi assured me that it wasn't, and that I looked terrific. Her hand slid behind me to tweak my pvc covered bum as if to endorse the statement.

Clifford arrived back, having changed into the bottom half of a foam padded Sumo Wrestler's outfit, and then spent the rest of the evening asking everyone he met - "Does my bum look big in this ?" There was a quite good looking young lad there with a strap-on dildo fastened around his head, someone was silly enough to ask what he was meant to be, and half the room answered in unison - "Fuck-nose !" With freshly refilled glasses Sammi and I moved through the crowd towards the room where the music was coming from, my bum was once again assualted from various angles. As we crossed the hallway there was the sound of barking, Sammi stopped and looked in the direction of the noise.

"Ohhh shit ! 'Dick the dog' is here. If he comes anywhere near you honeybun, just kick him in the bollocks,

otherwise he'll start humping your leg. Sad thing is, he manages to come when he's doing it. Makes a hell of a mess on your stockings."

As she spoke a naked man on all fours appeared in the hallway, his nose was painted black and he had a false pair of ears strapped to his head with a long upright tail appearing out of his arse. He was panting as he scurried towards us, stopping briefly to look us up and down, and then started to move towards me. I still don't know where it came from or what made me do it, I certainly hadn't intended to shout so loud;

"Bad boy !! Go to your kennel !"

He stopped with a look of amazement, it all went quiet, and then, suitably chastened, he turned and scurried off the way he had come, his tail wagging as he went. How the hell did he manage to wag his tail ?!?

A round of applause and a loud cheer broke out. Sammi broke into a fit of the giggles, and I heard Clifford's voice from the kitchen.

"Way to go sweet pea, why the fuck didn't I think of that, dirty bastard ruined my chinos last time."

Still giggling, Sammi took my hand and we continued our short stepping journey to the music room, moving to a darkened corner she pulled me up against her. We started to sway to the music, sway was about all I could do in these boots. My excited pvc encased bulge was rubbing directly against her own lycra covered excitement,

it felt good, sooo good. Our heavily glossed lips met in a gentle kiss, then the painted lips parted to release the energetic tongues. We smooched for ages, holding each other tightly, and each admiring the others heavily made-up face. I suddenly felt the stirrings that could mean only one thing, and pulled away slightly.

"What's wrong sugar, something happened ?"

"Not yet Sammi, but it won't be long before it does."

"Oh babe, you mean you're going to.........you know........?"

I nodded, and Sammi took my hand and led me out of the room and down a corridor as quickly as the handicap of my boots would allow. We went through a door and were suddenly out on a patio area at the side of the house behind the garages. Sammi rolled my short pvc mini up to my waist, revealing my bright pink bulging panties.

"What do you need to do hon, just walk about ?"

I nodded, feeling the moment was close.

"Go for it babe, strut your stuff and let it squirt."

I started to take pigeon strides on my toes and heels, moving up and down the small patio area, Sammi clicking alongside me in her thighboots, it was building, getting close, I looked down over my pink silk encased titties to the taut suspenders and stretching stocking tops, the wonderful boots, clicking, silk stretching, I licked my glossy lips enjoying the taste, it was nearly there, I looked at Sammi, the pretty made-up face framed by the blonde wig, it was now, it was happening, I reached down to pull my pink silk panties down just as the first spurt shot into the rubber teat.......I stood balancing on my ridiculous boots as spurt after spurt came squirting out, ballooning into the end of the rubber. I groaned with pleasure and the satisfaction of release. I was panting like Dick the Dog now, completely spent.

"Wowww honeybun, thats got to be the horniest thing I have seen. Incredible. You've got me so hot now babe, I need to jack off."

Sammi lifted her tight silver skirt up and pulled down her matching panties to release her own rubbered excitement, and started to rub vigourously at it

"No Sammi, let me do it for you, I made it horny so I should relieve it."

Sammi stopped rubbing as I squatted down on my haunches in front of her and for the first time, felt a mans cock slide between my shiny glossed lips. Sammi groaned loudly. My head bobbed to and fro as I sucked as hard as I could, my lipstick smearing the length of the rubber. I didn't take long before, with a long "YYeeesss", I felt her cock twitching and squirting into my mouth. I continued to suck until I felt no further movement, and then reluctantly released the lipstick smeared rubber from my mouth. We were both panting like Dick the Dog now. I had to reach up to grab Sammi's hands to pull myself back upright onto my toes and mega heels. We clung together, both totally sated, our panties around our stocking tops and filled rubbers dangling between our silky legs, and cuddled in the afterglow. I didn't want this moment to end.

We eventually recovered enough to tidy ourselves up. We retouched each others lipstick. Sammi left the two filled rubbers hanging on a bush.

"The gardener will think they have brought a rubber tree."

Giggling like a couple of school girls, we tottered back into the house. Met a huge fat dyke built like a brick outhouse with short cropped hair in the corridor who made a personal enquiry.

"Are you a couple of faggots ?"

Sammi stuck her middle finger in the air.

"Swivel."

Semi-Sumo wrestler Clifford was in the hallway.

"Where have you two harlots been ? I've had to listen to my own jokes for the last half hour."

"Hi Cliffy, I've been watching Cindy do her party piece."

"Hey, nice one sweet pea, you been popping off in your silky undies again ? Amazing isn't it, should be acclaimed the eighth wonder of the world, should get you on one of those TV Talent Shows, be better than watching another wally doing Elvis. C'mon Sammi, let's go and have jig."

We all made our way across to the music room, my feet were beginning to ache a bit now, not used to the vertical angle they were forced into. Clifford and Sammi moved onto the dance floor, all the sofas and armchairs were full with people in various stages of undress, so I tottered across the room to where the grand piano had been pushed into the corner and managed to squeeze between the wall and the piano to perch on the piano stool. Oh the relief. I looked around the room, marvelling at one guy who was wearing a rubber hood where the only opening was for the mouth, the fact that a half naked brunette was thrusting her tongue down to his tonsils made me wonder how he could breathe. My heavily lashed eyes continued around the room, stopping suddenly at the doorway. It was the Vision in Rubber. She was standing just inside the door, the lead hanging from her collar where her rubber encased hands were still attached to their chains, and she was looking at me. Her bright red lips parted in a dazzling smile, our eye contact lasted several minutes before she turned on her ultra high heels to go out through the door. I felt myself stiffening inside my pink silk panties.

  

The party will continue soon..............................

  

  

  

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