Tony's Special Delivery

by X. S. Sillke

 

As I was driving towards the Holiday Park I was eagerly anticipating the week ahead, a whole week alone in a Mobile Home, a whole week to indulge in my favourite pastime of being 'dressed'. It had started in my early teens with borrowing my sisters undies from the laundry basket and grabbing the odd hour here and there dressed, culminating with hurried relief by hand. This was going to be the first time that I had the opportunity to dress without fear of interruption, and I was eagerly looking forward to it. I had hit the jackpot just before leaving home with the fact that my sister is getting married in a fortnight, and she was sorting through her wardrobe. I had the luxury of sifting through four bin-liners of her old clothes and shoes that she had put out for the Charity Shop, and the one that she had put out with the rubbish yealded some exciting items of kinky underwear that I never knew she possessed. They were all in the boot of my car, along with my own rather limited collection of female clothing and my newly purchased make-up case. I pulled in to the car park and headed for Reception. A young lad of about my age booked me in. "Its quiet here at the moment, end of season, we actually close the place down at the end of the week, so you will be one of our last guests. Hope you weren't expecting a rave ?" "Quiet suits me, a lot of paperwork and things to catch up on, a working break".

He smiled. Quite good looking when he smiled.

"Here's your key sir, your mobile is just down the track on the bend, they have the numbers clearly marked on them. The shop next door is open if you need any supplies. Just ask if there is anything else you need, and enjoy your stay".

I thanked him and made my way to the store next door to stock up with food. For some reason I bought several bottles of wine rather than the usual cans of beer, maybe I thought it would be more feminine. They had some good quality tights in there, which I found surprising, as you normally only get the cheap versions in convenience shops, so I treated myself to several pairs. I was just going to the checkout when a rack of toys caught my eye, one of the items was a card with a toy gun, a sherrifs badge and a pair of handcuffs. I walked over to look at it, there was no key for the handcuffs, just a button on each cuff that released them. I studied them and came to the conclusion that you would be able to reach the button whilst you were wearing them, and so added them to my shopping basket. I was quite partial to a spot of bondage whilst I was dressed. I paid for my shopping with my credit card and loaded everything into my car. I drove down and found my Mobile Home, unpacked the car and did a quick recce of my accomodation. It was surprisingly roomy and nicely secluded on the bend of the track, it was only the front window that was overlooked by any of the other mobiles, and the rear backed onto woods, so I might even be able to venture outside when dressed. I unpacked all of my feminine attire onto the bed in the small bedroom, and then selected what I would wear first and carried it through to the double bedroom. A shower first though. I opened a bottle of wine and took a glass with me into the small bathroom. A while later, feeling refreshed, I collected another glass of wine and went through to the large bedroom to dress. First was the black silk bra with full cups that I had retrieved from my sisters rubbish bag, must have been about a 36 cup I think, which was too big for my build really, but I was definately in my 'tarty' mode, so big boobs felt right. I stuffed it with old tights, it felt good having tits sticking out in front of me. I decided on tights as the high roll-neck black lycra sleeveless mini dress I was going to wear was far too short for stockings. I was feeling tarty but did not want to look like a total slapper ! I shuffled through the packs I had just bought in the shop and chose a pair of sheer black 10 denier ones with a squiggley pattern running up them. I slid them up my legs and over my now very excited member. God, it felt good, I couldn't resist rubbing my silk encased legs together. Heaven. Next the panties, a bright red silk pair with black lace trimming, sliding them up my silken legs to cover my excited protrusion. I always wear my panties outside my tights as I love the feeling of them sliding down silky legs. I topped up my wine glass and started the makeup process. I had treated myself to a pair of false eyelashes, they were 'party lashes', ridiculously long and covered in glitter. Totally OTT. It took me some time to actually glue them to where they were meant to be. I don't know if it was the wine or my excitement, but I used nearly half a tube of glue before they looked right. Then some elongated eyeliner, glitter blue eye shadow and way too much blusher on each cheek, and finally the fire-engine red lipstick. Everything applied and layered far too thickly, but then I was in tarty mode ! I topped it off with my brown curly shoulder length wig, with the fringe pulled lower than it was meant to be to come down to eye level. Time to top up my wine glass again before donning the lycra mini dress, it used to be tight and short when my sister wore it, and it was even tighter and shorter when I had managed to wriggle into it. The hem only just came down low enough to cover my bum and the outline of both my bra and panties was clearly visable, as was the unladylike bulge at the front !! Finally came the boots, black with 3 inch platforms and 6 inch heels, they laced up the front and came to mid calf. Proper 'fuck-me' boots !! Once I finished lacing them I tried to stand up, but it took me several attempts before I could balance on them. It was going to take a little while to get used to walking in these. I shuffled across to the full length mirror to see the full effect. Stunning. A total tart looking back at me balanced on her platforms. Overmade-up and too tight dress giving an exciting image, topped off with the horny bulge at the front which left no doubt. Superb. I was pleased with the effect I had conjured up. I finished the ensemble off with my black lycra shoulder length gloves and some cheap trinket bracelets which I liked because they jangled when I could stand it no longer and had to take myself in hand ! The last item was the 3 inch wide red leather dog collar buckled tightly around my neck, with lead attached which appealed to my sub nature. Time for some more wine, I tottered out to the kitchen, forced to take short mincing strides by the height of my heels and platforms. It felt good. I replenished my glass, relishing the lipstick mark left on the rim, I realised I was feeling a bit tipsy as I had been drinking without having had anything to eat since this morning. It was a pleasant feeling though, but I made a mental note not to have much more without eating, it was hard enough to walk in these boots as it was. I wandered around the caravan enjoying the stilt-like movement caused by the boots, the silky sensation of my legs brushing together, concious of the bra holding my slightly too big tits out in front of me, my head movements hampered by the deep dog collar around my neck, and the restrictive feeling of my big 'clitty' being held captive by the silky layers of my tights, panties and tight dress. These were the sensations I had been yearning for. As much as I wanted to slide my gloved hand up under the hem of my sheath like dress and grab the cause of my excitement, I resisted because I wanted this feeling to last as long as possible, and so I continued to totter from room to room perched on my skyscraper heels. After a while I grew accustomed to walking in the boots and the acute angle my feet were inside them seemed quite natural, even though I was practically walking on my toes due to the height of the heels.

I had decided before I arrived here that it would be good to keep a video diary of my dressing sessions to look back on in the future, so I got my video camera out and took it into the front room. I set it on the table and adjusted it to focus on the settee, and then switched it on to record. I walked back and forth by the settee, and then sat down, tartily splaying my legs to expose my bulging red silk panties. I couldn't keep this up for much longer without playing with myself. I remembered the handcuffs and tottered out to the kitchen to get them. I opened the blister pack and took out the cuffs, opening them I clicked one shut around my gloved left wrist when I heard a knock on the door behind me............I froze........my heart was suddenly pounding under my bra...........I didn't move a muscle..........and the knock came again.......I slowly turned my head....it was the man from Reception outside the clear glass panelled back door and he was holding a Credit Card up to the glass. He opened the door and stepped inside proffering the card. "Hi, sorry to bother you but you left your Credit Card in the shop, the girl there brought it into me and I thought I had better pop it round in case you were worrying about it". My mouth moved but nothing came out. He closed the door behind him and moved across to where I was standing. I was rooted to the spot, unable to move.

"You look absolutely stunning". He reached out to my shoulders and gently turned me round to face him, his eyes travelled down over my tits to my bulge, down to my legs and boots, and then made the return journey until he was looking me in the eye. "Absolutely stunning, a total fantasy figure". He reached for my lead and gently pulled me towards him by my dog collar, and then leant forward and kissed me gently on my heavily glossed lips. He paused, and as I hadn't objected, kissed me again, but with passion this time, pulling my body into his, and then his tongue was pushing at my painted lips, forcing its way into my mouth and nearly down my throat. I just stood with my arms by my side, like a limp rag doll, my mind was reeling, what was happening here, I was snogging with a man, in fact, passionately snogging with a man ! After what seemed like ages, he eventually broke the contact with my lips. "Wow ! You are the sexiest thing I have seen in my life ! You are absolutely gorgeous !". He held me slightly away from his body and his eyes once again devoured my tartily attired body, lingering for some time on the prominent bulge in my tight lycra dress.

"That looks rather uncomfortable for you, shall we make ourselves more comfortable in the front room and I will see if I can bring some relief for you ?".

I nodded, still unable to speak, and turned to totter down the hallway to the front room, I could feel him eyeing up my bum and legs as he followed me through. I sat on the edge of the settee, not sure what to do next. He came and sat beside me, putting an arm around my shoulders and gently kissing my painted lips again.

"You really do look fantastic. My name's Tony by the way, what's yours ?"

"It's...er........I.....er...........don't know really.." I managed to splutter.

"Have you ever .....you know......been with a man before ?"

"No one has ever seen me like this before, so no.....I certainly haven't snogged a man before, let alone anything else".

"Well, we had better give you a name.............how about Tammy ?...........yes, that sounds right.....its pretty like you are.........and yes,...Tammy the tart fits you".

I smiled shyly, and he pushed me backwards into the cushions and we started snogging again, his tongue once more foraging between my glossed lips, and this time I put my gloved hand around his neck and pulled him toward me. We kissed for ages, with his hands wandering all over my tightly clad body, he squeezed my padded bra, just as if he were titting up a real woman, and then strayed downward brushing lightly across my bulge, which I noticed despite the restriction of my tights, panties and lycra dress, was still managing to tent upwards away from my body due to the excitement I was feeling. His hands constantly stroked up and down my silky legs, and then returned to squeeze my bra. He broke from the passion of the kiss, he was now wearing more of my lipstick than I was. He took one of my gloved hands and placed it on his crotch, I gently squeezed and felt the hardness of him. I had done that, given a man a big hard-on just by looking at me. I nearly swooned with the pleasure. "Ohhh Tammy, before I pleasure you, please wank off this big stiffy for me, you've turned me on so much baby......make me come all over that gorgeous sexy face of yours Tammy"? He swung a leg over and knelt either side of my midriff and unzipped his trousers, I pushed my gloved fingers in to release his cock from his underpants.......it was a nice cock.......about 8 inches long and quite broad.........I started to wank him with my lycra clad hand and he kept moaning loudly. "Ooohh yes Tammy..........yes.........you sexy bitch.........you look so good Tammy.........ah yes......wank it for me babe.......wank that cock off....oh oh oh oh..."

My jangling bracelets and lycra gloves had bought him off......and I watched fascinated as he sprayed my face with jism......one.two..three....four spurts of his warm spunk splattered over my face, I even opened my mouth and had my first taste of a mans come. He collapsed on top of me for a few minutes and then climbed over to sit next to me. I looked around for something to clean my face up with, but he took my hand and shook his head.

"No, leave it on baby, you look good with a second coat of make-up on. Now its your turn to be milked Tammy...lay back and enjoy".

Pushing me back into the cushions he took my gloved wrist that still had the handcuff hanging on it and clicked the empty cuff around my other wrist, and then pushing them upwards he hooked the chain between the cuffs over the ornate support for the shelf over the settee. He started to run both his hands over my now captive body, squeezing my bra again, and rubbing quite firmly across the tenting bulge of my big clitty and down over my silk encased legs. It was my turn to moan now. He sat next to me, his hands wandering all over my body, looking down at me handcuffed and groaning with pleasure. He pulled the hem of the lycra dress up to expose my overfilled red silk panties.

"Oh wow. Sexy panties baby....no wonder you have such a big clitty.......open your legs Tammy.... open them wide as if you were going to be fucked.........thats it babe...nice and wide..." He put the palm of his hand flat over my throbbing member and started to move it back and forth, which rubbed my silk panties back and forth over my silky, tight encased clitty........ohh this was definately heaven. I tried to imagine what I looked like......an overmade-up tart, handcuffed, legs wide apart, spunk all over my face, being rubbed off by a hunky man. Ohhh heaven. I moaned and groaned as he gently continued rubbing my panties back and forth, I could feel the spunk dripping down off my eyelashes onto my heavily rouged cheek, and still my panties rubbed back and forth over my silk covered clitty, back and forth, silk on silk.....I could feel my sap starting to rise, and as my excitement rose I started to get verbal...

"Ohhh yes..you horny bastard.......soaking me in spunk and then rubbing me off in my silk panties....... make me come in my silky tights you sod......make me squirt my goo in them.......rub your little tart off you bastard..........make your trashy tart fill her panties up.......oh..oh...oh.....oooohhhh...." I squirted my load into the silky confines of my panties and tights, load after load, it seemed to go on forever. I was rigid as I continued to spurt, again and again. Wonderful !! I eventually went limp, and Tony reached up to unhook the handcuff chain and lower my arms. He clicked the buttons to release my gloved wrists, smiling down at me.

"Was that as good as it looked ?"

I nodded....."Even better".

"Well, hey, I had better get back to the office, I said I would only be five minutes. But my shift finishes at 6 o'clock, I could...well...pick up a take-away and come back round then if you like ?" I nodded again..."That would be nice".

"Great, I will see you about 6.30 then. Do you think you could do me a favour......I've never......well... ...never been with anyone other than a woman.......but I really enjoyed it and I think you look fabulous the way you do your make-up and everything.....and you really give me a stiffy.....but when you talk do you think you could use a squeeky girly voice ?"

"OK, would you like a cissy lithp ath well ?" I squeeked.

We both laughed.

"Perfect, I'll see you later sexy".

Tony left and I stayed slumped on the settee for a while, my silk encased legs still splayed wide, my face still covered in spunk and my silk panties full of my own juice. I was in heaven. What a session, never in my wildest dreams, wow, he really fancied me, I gave him a big hard-on, I was dressed as my own fantasy - and became his fantasy, wow........suddenly through my revellry I realised that the video camera was still running........I had the whole sexy episode on video !!!! I couldn't resist it....I struggled up from the settee to balance on my heels and platforms and wobbled forward to the table, and then knelt down in front of the camera to record a close-up of my heavily made-up face complete with glitter party-lashes and wildly smudged red lipstick totally splattered with spunk ! Mmmmm.......USED..........and proud of it !!!! I switched the camera off, and resisted the temptation to watch the recording straight away, instead strutting on my heels to the bedroom to stand in front of the full length mirror and survey my reflection. Tony's spunk had caused little rivelets to run down through my make-up, there were still a few globs spattered on my face, my lipstick was smeared all around my mouth and the front of my red panties had a big white wet patch of my own emission. I looked a proper slut ! I felt a stirring in my saturated panties, and while I gazed at my own reflection it was not long before my lycra gloved hand was wrapped around my rejuvenated clitty, and the bracelets were jangling frantically as I squirted another load of my goo all over my mirrored image !!

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

 

 

 

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