Date: Sun, 26 Jan 2003 14:33:30 -0800

From: ela smith <ela_775@hotmail.com>

Subject: My New Job - TG

Ever since I can remember I have been fascinated by women's intimate

apparel. There have been several instances of masturbating with panties

pilfered from laundry baskets or Laundromats and dressing in heels and

nylons whenever possible. When I applied for a job to get me through night

school I was surprised to say the least when I discovered that the job would

be shipping and receiving at a small boutique in town. Ms. Jones

interviewed me over the phone and asked me to meet her at her business. I

met her at the back door of her shop. She was a very attractive woman in

her late thirties. The first thing I noticed was her large breasts barley

concealed under a white satin blouse. Her large nipples were prominent

through her bra and her blouse. There was a very discernable jiggle

underneath her blouse when she walked. That alone sent a lightening bolt to

my dick. At that point it was hard for me to focus. She directed me to

where there were several boxes that appeared to have been recently

delivered. I realized that she was talking to me, giving me instructions on

how to open the boxes and make sure the contents matched the packing list.

She left and said she would check back latter.

The first box contained an assortment of panties all so beautiful, soft and

silky. My heartbeat was noticeably faster as I began to count and sort.

Twenty medium thong panties in assorted colours, small, medium and large

full size sheer briefs in white, hi-cut bikinis in assorted sizes and

colours, and on an on. Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined I would

have a job fondling panties, but there I was surrounded by one of the

objects of my most secret desires. I looked around to make sure that I was

alone, I raised a pair of pink nylon full size briefs to my lips, the

scented fabric, soft and silky covered my face. I opened the other boxes,

nylons, pantyhose, bras, foundation garments. I was light headed from being

able to touch and handle all of this intimate apparel. I had to have some

release and Ms. Jones had not been back to check on me. I unzipped my pants

and let my cock out. I let the panties slide over the shaft teasing the

sensitive head and ultimately surrounding my balls and turgid organ with the

beautiful panties. Before I realized what was happening I was stroking my

cock with the panties and hot come was filling the folds of these magical

panties.

When I saw what I had done I hid the soiled panties behind a chair, put my

cock in my pants and zipped up and tried to look as if nothing had ever

happened. As luck would have it Ms. Jones came in a minute later and I saw

her gaze settle on the bulge in my pants and the large wet spot. I could

tell she was not happy.

"I've been watching you on the security monitor you little panty freak.

I'll bet you like them even better when they've been worn for awhile. I

think you like to wear panties and pretend you're a little slut, isn't that

right?"

I was speechless. Here I was caught on video jacking off with a pair of

panties, kissing them, licking them. No one had ever asked me a question

like that before. I stammered "Yes, . Please don't tell anyone, I'll pay

for the panties."

Shut up, you work for me now. I need someone like you for work around the

store. You look like a little fem to me and that's just what I want. Do you

understand me? Now take off your clothes now, ...everything, ...strip now."

she said in a commanding voice.

I immediately got the message and began removing my clothes. I had a triple

x boner from looking down at her feet when she was talking to me. Her

beautiful feet were encased in smokey grey nylons, her toenails painted red

and manicured with a gold toe ring on her third toe in an open toed sandal

with a 4" heel and an ankle strap. Everything about this woman was hot. I

stood there naked in a small room surrounded by beautiful lingerie under the

gaze of a woman who could have stepped out of a Bill Ward frame.

After about thirty seconds of her staring at me she said, " You are shaved

smooth, everywhere, I was right you are a crossing dressing slut right out

of the closet. I knew it, this is even better. You have the job now like

it or not. You do what I tell you or I'll make sure your secret goes

public. Do you understand me? "

She took my measurements and went back to the front of the store to the

merchandise area shortly returning with an arm full of clothes. At her

instruction I put on a white 28"waist cincher with garters and a matching

38DD bra with silicone prosthetics. Black full fashion nylons followed with

beautiful black pumps with a 4" heel. I was light headed from the beautiful

sensation of the nylons tugging my garters and new breasts changing my

balance, I just wanted to fondle my new bust line. Ms. Jones handed me a

pair of tight fitting control panties and told me make my cock and balls

disappear between my legs. Some quick make-up, a blond wig and fake nails, a

short skirt and a cute blouse and I had been transformed. I couldn't take

my eyes off the mirror, my reflection was so exciting to watch, I was a sexy

girl. I began to pose, touching my fantastic tits and raising my skirt

until the tops of my nylons showed.

Ms. Jones stood inches from me as she applied my lipstick. Her large

breasts were constantly brushing against mine. She whispered in my ear, "I

have a job for you to do tonight and you better be a good little slut and do

what you're told. Do you like to suck dick bitch? You might even get one up

your cute little ass if you're lucky. Don't think you get to dress up and

play your little jack off games, tonight you play my game."

My head was swimming trying bring all these sensations into focus. Standing

in my heels in front of the most sexy woman I could ever imagine. My

wonderful jugs straining at the silky fabric of my blouse, the taste of my

lipstick, and my cock trapped in a prison of nylon panties.

Ms. Jones said, " Mr. Smith is coming here this evening. He's our biggest

supplier and expects to party. Make sure you do as you're told. If it goes

well you get to come to work for me, if not the tapes and you hit the

street."

Mr. Smith had been in Ms. Jones's office for some time when she called me to

come in. She and Mr. Smith were seated on the couch and there were lingerie

samples spread out around the room. I guessed that they had concluded their

business and they were relaxed and enjoying a glass of wine.

Ms. Jones told Mr. Smith that the time had come for his favorite part of

their business. Monica, she called to me, "Show Mr. Jones your pretty new

panties." I raised the front of my skirt revealing my garters and panties.

I could feel him looking at me in a way that made me feel like I had never

felt before. He stood up and pressed his body to mine, his hands on my butt

pulling me up against his big hard cock. He began to kiss me on the neck

while grinding his hard cock up my leg and across my panties. I was still

holding my skirt up as his hands explored me. His right hand groped my

crotch, he massaged my dick through my panties,. He knew. He wanted me.

Ms. Jones told Mr. Smith take off his clothes and pulled off my skirt and

told me to remove my panties. When I done that I turned around to see Mr.

Smith stroking his large red cock. I felt vulnerable standing there in my

lingerie and sexy make up. I knew my legs were outrageous looking in these

heels and nylons. I knew I was making Mr. Smith hot and very horny. Ms.

Jones put her hand on my shoulder pushing me down in to a kneeling position

in front of his cock. My hand with beautiful red nails replaced his hand

stroking his hot member, Before I knew what was happening Ms. Jones's hand

on the back on my head guided my mouth to his big hard dick. I began to

kiss, suck, lick and orally message as much of his cock that I could get to.

I looked up as I slowly took his hard cock into my hot mouth, Ms. Smith

was whispering something about getting him a virgin. I realized that he was

going to want to fuck me in a few minutes. I was scared and excited all at

once. My boobs were brushing against his legs as my hands were kneading his

cute ass. I caught a glimpse of us in a mirror, I was absolutely turned on

by my reflection, I looked so hot, my legs looked great, my cock was framed

by my dark nylons and garters.

Mr. Jones motioned for me to stand up, I felt so sexy standing in front of

him in my heels and sexy lingerie, my big boobs looking so natural under my

blouse. My semi-erect cock, shaved smooth, became hard very quickly as he

pulled me close and kissed me on the lips, his hard dick pined my cock

against my waist cincher, his arms holding me tight, my tits smashed against

his chest. I had lost control, this man with a big hard cock was going to

fuck my ass, I was his slut who would dress up in sexy lingerie, suck his

dick to make him good and horny and then let him fuck my pussy. And that is

exactly what he did after taking care to prepare my virgin ass. I know you

can imagine just how I felt when he lubricated my pussy while Ms. Smith

watched and helped keep my legs pointed at the ceiling. I had such a warm

glow as I warped my long nyloned legs around his waist as he filled me up

with his hot probing cock. After a few minutes of his cock pounding my

tight little pussy I began to feel my orgasm building and then I ejaculated

all over my belly and my waist cincher without ever touching my cock. I

will leave the rest of the night to your imagination and I'm sure you will

do a fine job.

I could go on and on about my new social life but I don't want to bore you

with stories about life as a she-male sex object. Ms. Smith controls all of

my activities with men and women who enjoy something different. But look

for me the next time you go into the lingerie store for those secret

purchases that are supposedly for your wife. I'll be the one with the big

boobs who keeps smiling at you. I might even help you pick out panties or

maybe asking your pant size and suggest a black nylon waist cincher with six

garters in your size and show you a pair of four-inch heels that come in

size 10.

Let me know what you think of my little story.