Lace Panties

I guess it started about a year ago when I started to watch sissy porn on the internet. There was something alluring to see the most beautiful women who were blessed with enormous penises, the best of both worlds. I have been happily married for several years and never had the desire to stray but everyone looks at porn, right? There is no harm in fantasies.

My wife is incredibly successful and as such spends quite a lot of time away on business. It was on such an occasion that I was looking at sissy porn captions, in particular at well hung she males wearing lacy panties that did little to conceal their enormous cocks. A quick look in one of my wife's draws revealed a wealth of delicate and sexy looking underwear. She would be away for another two days so I thought what the hell.

When I slid those silky lace panties on it felt so good. I am not blessed in the down stairs department but my cock looked so good when I looked at myself in the mirror. It bulged against the lace like it was straining to get out. The thin material stretched into my behind and instantly made me hard.

From then on, every time she was away, I would discretely experiment with her underwear.

As time went on my desire to experiment grew. Looking online there are many sites that cater for men who wish to dress up. I began to order underwear on line, collect it from the supermarket drop off point so that no one would know. We have a large double garage and a lot of it is filled with my tools; I have a lot of tool chests that I keep locked up. She would never think to look at my secret stash there.

I then began to order other clothes, miniskirts, women's blouses, high heels. Every time my wife was away, I would indulge in my fantasy and walk around the house in full drag. In time I bought a few different wigs. It took me a while to get the hand of high heels but once I mastered the sexy swagger of a slut walk, I was there. I could not believe the transformation. I have only a slight build standing at five foot six but my ass looked irresistible in a short skirt if I do say so myself.

When I looked online at makeup instructions, I knew I had to give it ago. As I said, this all started about a year ago but within the last week when I am fully dressed, wigged and made up, I look like the hottest bitch in the city! I still love my wife and have no gay tendencies, but thought to myself, how can I extend my fantasy?

Jane was away for several days on a business trip overseas when I made the decision to put my best foot forward and go public with my new persona. It was a hot Saturday in June. I shaved myself completely and soaked myself in a warm bubble bath. I then moisturised my body and decided on which outfit to wear.

I settled on matching tiny black panties and sheer black stockings. Over this I wore a tight white T shirt with a rip down the side. On the front were the words, Daddys Girl. Over this I wore a small leather jacket and slipped on black high heels. I went with the dirty blond wig, bright red lipstick and makeup that accentuated my high cheekbones. When I looked at my reflection, I couldn't help but think, if I met this girl, I would want to fuck her!

The taxi picked me up at nine and dropped me off in the city centre. My heart was pounding and it took me a while to control my breathing. The thought that someone may recognise me scared and excited me in equal measure. When I saw my reflection in a department store window, I knew that no one would recognise me. I looked so hot, not even a man anymore.

I walked steady down the main street getting looks from a number of young men as I passed. Some even gave out calls that no self-respecting lady would like to hear. I smiled inwardly and put a little swagger in my ass while I walked forward nonchalantly. The Bluebell pub was around the next corner, a pub I had frequented in the past that was always busy on a Saturday night. I walked through the door with confidence and made my way to the bar. It was quite busy yet a number of men stepped aside to let me through.

It did not take long for the bartender to come over and with a smile asked, "What can I get you honey?"

I kept my voice low and concentrated to make it sound as feminine as possible. "Budweiser please." When he handed it over, I suddenly wondered if this was type of drink a girl would order. Maybe I should have asked for a gin and tonic. Thinking on my feet I took a straw from the side and popped it into the neck. Placing my bright red lips to its end I took a little sip and looked around.

The bar was busy and some of the revellers already looked on the verge of inebriation. A few couples but mostly groups of men and women were out for a night of release and fun. A group of young women looked to four men who were enthusiastic with their bravado who called for the women to come over for some fun. The girls laughed it off but clearly loved the attention.

Then in the corner I spotted James, a work colleague. Instantly I dropped my head. When I dared to peep again, I released that he was not with his wife but a woman who looked several years younger. They certainly looked intimate. I smiled as I realised I had witnessed their clandestine meeting.

I took another sip and looked around to see a man staring straight at me. He was tall, ruggedly handsome and had a dark curl of thick black hair. He smiled when he knew I had seen him and did not move. I smiled and took a sip of my beer, unsure what I should do. I had not come out to meet a man, just to feel the cool breeze of the night air flow through my stockinged legs. I looked to aside and moved to the end of the bar.

The toilets were just off to the left and a passage led to the right with a sign stating Managers Office. Not wanting to give the wrong impression I walked towards the passage and did not look back. I did not want to give the wrong impression. I stood within the fold of the passage and took another sip of beer. I gave it a full minute before I looked up and around. The man was still stood there smiling at me. Shit!

Feigning disinterest, I casually looked around the bar not wanting to draw attention to myself. Maybe I have had enough. I had done it, gone out in public for the first time. Maybe I should go home now before someone found out?

My heart beat fast when the dark-haired stranger walked over and came straight towards me. I stepped further down the passage thinking maybe he would go to the toilet. Closer he came and I took a deep breath. I was speechless when he did not turn and walked straight up to me and smiled.

"My name is Charlie," he said in a deep-toned voice. "I noticed you standing alone and thought a girl this beautiful must be waiting for someone. Am I right?"

I shook my head in a daze, "No," I whispered.

Charlie smiled and stepped closer so that he was nearly pressed up against me. He towered over me and looked into my blue eyes and smiled again. "Then you are on your own tonight?"

It must have been obvious I was nervous when a meekly I nodded my head.

Charlie put his arm around me and pulled me close. "We can't have such a beautiful woman on her own. Would you like me to keep you company?"

I was at a loss what to do. His aftershave was strong and sweet smelling. His deep eyes bore into me and his physicality was overwhelming. I could not think what to say. What if he found out I was a man? What if he shouted it out for everyone to hear. My co-worker was only at the end of the bar and if he found out, if everyone at work found out I would be finished.

"I was thinking of going," I replied and instantly realised the implication of what I had said when he smiled. "But not just yet," I added.

"Good," he replied and slipped his hand around my back. Slowly he lowered it and slid it around my bottom cupping my ass cheek with an enormous hand, smiling all the time. "You have a fantastic figure," he complimented. "And without doubt the hottest women I have seen tonight."

I swelled with pride but wondered were this was heading. This was all new and I did not even have to try. I thought when I was younger, of all the times I wanted to get laid and how much hard work it was. A woman had all the control. She can snap her fingers and get whatever she wants. Now I had the control. Did I want it?

It was like a game. I could tease him if I wanted to but I had not thought this far ahead. What was I supposed to do? That was when he lowered his head and lightly kissed my ear. His hot breath blew against my lobe and my legs grew week. He cupped my ass firmly and pressed closer. That is when I felt it. A long thick cock pressed up against my lower belly.

I could not believe it. How could this be happening? Not only was this my first time out but a guy with an enormous cock was grinding into me in a public bar. Not only that but he was getting bigger! Already it was twice the size of mine. I physically felt it swell through his trousers and slide against my body.

"Can you feel what you have done to me?" he moaned and slipped his long tongue into my ear. Delicately he licked and gently pulled my lobe with his teeth. My legs felt week. I had to put my arms around him for support and felt his turgid cock press heavily against me.

"It feels so big," was the only thing I could think to say.

"Its all yours," he replied coyly.

My mind was spinning. This is not what I had set out to do. I was not gay yet why did the attention feel so good? It suddenly dawned on me that I had a new persona. One that was not the guy who goes to work and comes home to a loving wife but a cross dressing slut who has a totally different life. The two were separate entities to do what they wanted.

Slowly I lowered my hand and placed it over his trousers, unable to fit my tiny hand all the way around it. Immediately it throbbed and I felt it bulge in my hand. Carefully I moved my hand up and down the entire length, truly astonished at the enormous size. How was it possible for a man to be this big! The man groaned in my ear when I squeezed him and repeated the process.

"Do you like it?" he whispered in my ear.

I thought back to all the sissy slut captions I had watched in the past. Young men dressed as women putting huge cocks in their mouth for the first time. Massive cocks going balls deep into tight virgin assholes. Hung studs firing cum into open mouths of fairies like me who wanted it all.

"I love it," I strained to say and grabbed him tighter. I placed my palm against his thick length and moved it up and down. It was the only way I could masturbate the full length.

"Do you want to go somewhere?" he asked.

I suddenly realised he still did not know I was a man. "No, let's stay here," I whispered unwilling to let him go.

"Kinky," he replied with a smile and licked my ear again.

I looked around his shoulder to see if we had attracted any attention. The nights activities continued and two lovers having a grope in the corner went by unlooked. He pushed forward again and I felt his cock press from my lower belly all the way up to my chest. I had a desire to look at it. Leading him by his cock I pulled him along until we were close to the end of the passage.

"Let me see it," I whimpered.

The stranger looked around for privacy. Partially shrouded in darkness he opened his button and pulled down his fly. "All yours," he said and put his hands on his hips.

I fished my small hands into his pants and grabbed his thick pulsating cock. I struggled to pull his pants to aside to free his enormous erection. With a snap his pants pulled back and the monster was free. I gasped when I looked down at the beast. Even in porn movies I had never seen one so big! It was nearly three times the size of mine and pulsed and throbbed like a living creature.

I did not even look at the stranger. My attention was solely on the throbbing cock that swelled between my tiny painted fingers. I struggled to hold the mid-section and with my other hand I slowly wanked his foreskin back and forward over the bulbous head. With each movement I stretched the foreskin further back until with a pop the swollen head was revealed and his enormous fuck hole released a drop of pre-cum. I barely had the strength to stand. I would have fallen if I was not supported by his giant fuck stick.

I smeared the pre-cum with my finger and gently coated his huge bell end. My fingers spread wide and slowly massaged the thick throbbing head. Every now and again it would swell and jump under my grip. The thick veins that spread around the gigantic length throbbed and swelled like they were about to burst. I struggled to slip my hand lower so I could cup one of his enormous balls in my palm and roll it around feeling the heavy weight press into my grasp.

The stranger groaned and pushed forward forcing his long length to strain through my grasp. "You have the most fantastic grip," he complemented through tight breaths.

"Your balls are so heavy. Are they full?" I asked teasingly. I don't know where this sudden change had come from but I was enjoying this new role. I enjoyed the control I had over him. "Do you want me to squeeze it all out?"

The stranger responded when he thrust forward and increased the intensity of my wank. "Yeah, shake it all out he moaned." Clearly, he was not concerned with the thought of being caught.

My hand became a blur as his foreskin slurped backwards and forwards. I looked up for the first time and saw two youths looking at me from the bar. I paid them no heed other than to smile while my hand continued its frantic jerk. The stranger's breath became heavy and I knew that he was close.

"Oh yes, give it to me," I hissed. "Empty those huge cum filled balls into my hands." I looked down and was positive that his enormous cock had swelled and grew bigger. I had a naughty thought about wanking my own cock and cumming all over his huge cock and then sucking it all off while he filled me with his steaming hot ball juice. "Make it cum for me!" I pleaded.

His breathing had grown tight and my grip tightened. It was like trying to hold onto a wild creature that fought to escape. I suddenly wondered how much he would cum and where would it go. Then another thought entered my mind and I smiled inwardly. Desperately I lifted my mini-skirt up to reveal my sexy lace panties. I hooked my thumb over the top and lowered them down slightly, careful not to reveal my throbbing clitty stick.

"Cum in my panties!" I demanded. "Shoot all your cock cum into my lace panties. Fucking mess them up," I pleaded. I never took my eyes off his burgeoning fuck monster and sped up ignoring the ache in my arm. He was nearly gasping now and I knew it would not be long. For the first time I looked into his straining eyes and begged for the last time. "Shoot your cum into my lace panties. Fucking soak them up so I can take them home and suck out all of the goodness!"

Suddenly he tensed and with a heave his cock exploded with the pressure of being shot out of a fireman's hose! My panties were instantly drenched in hot cock cream from a single blast. He tensed and his cock lurched again. His blast was so heavy it splattered all over my crotch and coated my own straining prick entirely. I never stopped wanking and gripped him tight.

"Keep shooting baby," I hissed. "Daddys little girl is hungry!"

I don't know if it was possible but his third blast was the heaviest yet. My panties were filled to the brim and cum began to leak out the delicate lace. I opened my mouth in disbelief when he came again and again. Cum was running down both my legs and he still wasn't finished. His cum was hot and heavy. I could feel its stickiness yet there was so much that it ran and slid down my stockings in huge globs. I heard a splat over the noise in the bar and saw several drops land on my high heels. My panties were incredibly heavy. I felt like I was swimming in cum!

After twelve blasts he began to slow to a dribble until there was only a long drip hanging from his orange sized bell end. With a smile I tried to wrap my hand around its head and gave it a tender squeeze. His heavy cum drop swayed slightly and then fell onto my own cock that was fit to burst. My legs nearly gave way when I tensed and my cock exploded in my tiny lace panties and my own little cum burst join his sea of cum.

I backed off a little and let go of my panties that sagged under the weight. I pulled down my mini-skirt and looked down at the puddle of cum that had formed on the ground. Its aroma was sweet and over powering, so much so I was tempted to get on my knees and lick it off the floor.

Charlie took a deep breath and stuffed his drained cock back into his pants while his other hand held onto the wall for support. "Thank you, sweetie. That was amazing," he complemented.

I licked my lips and playfully walked past him. "I have to go," I said demurely. "My supper is ready!"

When I walked through the bar a number of men looked at me with big smiles. Two or three of them took my photo with their phones while cum continued to run down my sheer stocking legs. My first time out had been a rewarding success. No one had any idea who I was and when I saw James kissing his mistress in the corner, I knew I had an ace up my sleeve.