Lingerie was her naughty little secret. Michelle had always been shy. A bookish girl, more interested in her
schoolwork than her social life, she’d been a straight A student her whole
life. That had led to a scholarship at a
great college, but she had always felt a little out of place. In school, she’d never been particularly socialable. While all of the pretty, popular girls were
dating and partying, she had thought herself clumsy and socially awkward. She’d never felt particularly pretty
either. In truth, Michelle didn’t like
her body all that much. Her hips were
too skinny, and her breasts too small.
She rarely bothered with makeup, preferring to hide behind her glasses and
bury her nose in a book. But, for all
that, there was one thing that made her feel glamorous and sexy. Her little secret that gave her a warm
feeling inside and put a little sway into her walk. Michelle loved lingerie. She loved to feel silk against her skin, and
to know that underneath her practical college clothes were scandalously sexy
scraps of lace. The lingerie shops in the mall where her weekend treat, and she
always looked over her shoulder before she went inside, sneaking a quick,
guilty glance around to make sure no-one she knew would see her going inside. Not that she thought anyone would care, but
that tiny twinge of guilt – the feeling that she was doing something naughty –
made it all the more fun. This
particular store was her favorite, selling a wide range of high-end lingerie
along with designer shoes and accessories.
Michelle was engrossed in a rack of things she really couldn’t afford
when she heard a cultured male voice.
“Excuse me, Miss. I’m very sorry
to bother you, but could I possibly ask you something?” The speaker was a tall man, impeccably dressed
in an elegant suit and tie, He was considerably older than she was, but he
could have been anywhere from late thirties to early fifties, for all Michelle
could tell. Michelle blushed when she
realized he’d caught her staring, and hurriedly averted her eyes.
Um. Yes, sure I guess.” “Well, it’s a little embarrassing. You see, I’m trying to buy some lingerie for…..someone special. To be honest, I’m not terribly good at this sort of thing, and I’m finding it rather hard to imagine how these things look.” He gestured at the racks, “They just seem to be scraps of cloth when they’re on the hangers, and I’m having a lot of trouble finding something she would like. “Would you mind awfully just holding these up to yourself for a moment? She’s about your build, and it would really help me to choose. “I would ask someone who works here, but…” He and Michelle shared a moment of understanding as they both looked over at the only person working in the store, a large, jolly lady who was about three times Michelle’s size. “Yes, I can see why that might now work,” she replied with a smile. “Sure, I don’t mind.” He seemed like a sweet guy, she thought, and he was obviously making an effort to do something nice for his girlfriend. She had time to kill, so where was the harm? For the next half hour or so, Michelle chatted amiably with her new friend as the two of them roamed the store selecting item after item. Michelle would hold the scraps of silk and lace in position while the man cocked his head to the side and looked her up and down. They talked about the merits of underwire bras, and the pros and cons of thing panties as they discussed each selection. Soon, the man had an armful of possible candidate items – lingerie, accessories and pairs of shoes, just one to which Michelle would have to save for a month to buy – and she found that she was having a lot of fun. It was almost like shopping with a girlfriend, except for his penetrating stare whenever she held something up for him to look at, his eyes traveling slowly up and down her body. Knowing that he was imagining her wearing nothing but the lingerie as he did so brought a flush to Michelle’s cheeks. She found herself wondering what it would be like to really be virtually naked under that searching gaze – to have him examining her body like that. “You know, Miss, you’ve really been incredibly kind, and thank you so much for spending the time to help me with this,” he said at last. “It’s a lot better than looking at them on the racks. “To be honesty though, they do seem a little silly when you hold them up against your clothes, and I guess I’m not very good at imagining how they’ll actually look in real life. But, you’ve really helped me narrow things down quite a bit, so I think I’ll just pick a few of these things at random, and hopefully I’ll get something she’ll like.” Michelle frowned a little disappointed. She’d been having so much fun, and he really did seem like a nice guy – so distinguished and handsome, and obviously a real gentleman. Quickly, before she managed to come up with all the reasons why it was a really bad idea, she found herself saying, “Well, if you’d like, I could try a few things on for you.” Blushing furiously, she continued, “I mean, so that you can see them properly. That is, I can see how hard this is for you, and you really should get the right thing for your friend. So, if I can help with that….” There was a stunned pause as both of them realized what she had offered – to pose for this total stranger wearing nothing but sheer lingerie. “You’d do that for me?” he replied, raising his eyebrows in surprise. “Well, that would certainly be a huge help. But I really wouldn’t want to impose or make you feel uncomfortable. Are you sure?” Michelle smiled, “It’s fine. I think it’s really sweet that you’re putting so much effort into getting something nice for your girlfriend, and I’m in no particular hurry.” “Well, as long as you’re sure. Thank you so much, Miss. You’re very kind.” Michelle checked to see that the shop assistant was busy in another part of the store, before ducking into the changing booths, relieved to see that there was no-one else around. “You’d better some into the booth with me. Men aren’t supposed to be here.” What she didn’t notice, as she stepped inside, was the complicit look he shared with the shop assistant, who promptly hung a ‘Closed for lunch’ sign on the door. The booths had actual doors, and were easily big enough for the two of them. Michelle felt a frisson of excitement as he closed and bolted the door behind them. Now that she was standing along with him, about to pose virtually nude for this total stranger, she found herself wondering just how she had managed to get herself into this situation. He had been so charming and unthreatening outside, in public. Now that the two of them were alone, Michelle realized just how tall and imposing he was. She could have sworn he hadn’t been that big outside, in the store. When she looked at his face, she imagined there was an almost predatory gleam in his eye which hadn’t been there before. It was just nerves, she thought to herself. She was just helping a really nice mad do something special for his girlfriend. With that, she picked up the first of the items they had chosen earlier. This one was a fairly modest set consisting of a corset with matching underwear in green silk. “Just turn around and I’ll try this one on.” He turned around politely, putting his hands over his face as Michelle started to undress. She tried to hide her nerves behind a stream of chatter about the designer, the weather – anything at all except the situation she had gotten herself into. “OK. You can look, now.” He turned, and just as she had imagined earlier, Michelle found herself under that intense gaze. There was no question now that there was a hunger in the depth of his eyes as he slowly examined her. “Stunning. Simple, stunning.” Michelle blushed scarlet, unable to meet his eyes. “Hardly. But thank you for saying so.” He shrugged, letting this pass. “I think that’s a keeper. Let’s try the next set.” The rustle and swish of silk against skin filled the silence as Michelle changed into a bra and panties of burgundy silk. The fire in his eyes burned hotter this time when he turned to look at her, and Michelle felt very vulnerable under his scrutiny. “Turn around for me.” His voice held a note of command now, replacing his earlier charm and diffidence. Michelle sensed a thrill of some feeling coursing through her. Fear? Excitement? Anticipation? Probably something of all of those. He sounded very much like a man who was accustomed of being obeyed, and she found herself responding immediately. Slowly, Michelle turned around, certain she could feel the heat of his gaze on her skin. “Do you like it?” “I’m not sure about this one. Put on the next set for me.” Michelle’s heart pounded as she considered the set of lingerie which was now at the top of the pile – a tiny, very sheer bra and thong set which would hide absolutely nothing. It had seemed like a good choice when they were roaming the store earlier. Now, the idea of modeling it for him was both thrilling and daunting, although far less daunting than the thought of refusing him. “O…..OK.” All too quickly, Michelle was dressed – if that word could really be applied to a few small triangles of transparent material held together by thin strings. Michelle caught sight of herself in the mirror. As he had feared, the lingerie hid nothing at all. Her traitorously-erect nipples were very visible through the sheer material of the bra, as were the small triangle of hair between her legs, and even the lips of her pussy. She looked over her shoulder to check the view from behind. If anything, it was even worse. The thin string of the thong panties disappeared completely between the cheeks of her ass, leaving her totally exposed. Michelle was mortified, her cheeks burning with humiliation. As soon as she told him to turn around and look, she would be utterly exposed before this strange man, if anything, wearing this lingerie was even worse than if she were totally naked. The bra and panties simply drew attention to her most intimate parts, as they were designed to do, she admitted to herself, while hiding nothing. “I’m ready,” Michelle said. This time, when he turned to look at her, there was no mistaking the gleam of hot lust in his eyes. Slowly, his gaze traveled up and down her body, devouring her inch by slow inch. The silence stretched unbearably, and Michelle found herself compelled to fill it. “Do you like it?” She felt like a deer pinned in headlights as he said nothing, just continuing to burn her with his hot, penetrating stare. “Shall I turn around for you?” Without waiting for a reply, just wanting to be out from under that intense scrutiny, Michelle turned around to present her, in effect, naked ass to him. She could almost swear she felt his eyes like laser on her skin, and imagining his expression was almost as embarrassing as facing it. Turning back toward him, she smiled shyly as their eyes met for a moment. She desperately wanted to cover herself with her hands, but she knew that would annoy him. Or, even worse, disappoint him, and something inside of her recoiled from the thought. Finally, he broke the silence, gesturing to the small wooden chair in the corner of the booth. “Sit down. I think we need to add a couple of things.” Michelle sat, glad to be even just a little less blatantly on display. He gathered a few items from the pile, and handed her a pair of sheer, black hold-up stockings. “Put these one, my dear,” he said in a gentler tone, a small smile of approval on his lips. A warm wave of contentment swept through Michelle at the thought that she had pleased him. As she leaned forward to put on the first stocking, she could see more evidence of his approval, or at least arousal, presenting itself in the obvious bulge which was making a tent in his pants. She smiled, pleased that she had this effect on such a powerful, dominant man. Pulling on the second stocking, she mused to herself that this felt like such an intimate act – putting on underwear with him watching her so appreciatively. She found herself enjoying the sensation, almost performing for him as she adjusted the tops of the stockings until they lined up perfectly. The next item he handed her was a pair of Louboutin stilettos with higher heels than she had ever worn before. Surprisingly, the shoes were exactly her size, and Michelle realized with a start that neither of them had mentioned that ‘friend’ of his for quite some time. Slipping on the shoes, she rose unsteadily to her feet, reaching out to catch his arm for balance. “Better.” He said, “One more thing, I think.” He picked up a large costume-jewelry necklace, standing directly in front of her as he reached behind her neck to fasten it. His fingers felt very warm on her skin, and Michelle caught a whiff of his cologne – something warm and spicy, and very masculine. It made her think of leather chairs in front of an open fire, in a room filled with rare books. Nodding approvingly, he continued, “Now, let your hair down for me.” Although she usually kept it tied up in a sensible bun, even Michelle could find fault with her hair. She knew it was one of her best features. She shook her head as the glossy black waves cascaded down around her shoulders. He kept his eyes locked to hers as she did this, and a moment of deep, wordless communication passed between them. Michelle understood that whatever was happening here had nothing at all to do with a shopping trip. He came to stand right behind her, putting a hand on her shoulder as he turned her towards the mirror. She shivered at his touch, and then gasped as she saw her reflection in the mirror. Instead of the usual studious-looking girl with a clean-scrubbed face wearing sensible college clothes, the mirror showed her a sultry vixen wearing heavy makeup, her long black hair falling past her shoulders as she posed, shockingly dressed in nothing but provocative lingerie. “So my dear. What do you think?” “That….that’s not me. I don’t look like that.” “On the contrary. This is exactly how I imagined you, the moment I first laid eyes on you.” “But…” “Take a good look, and tell me what you see.” Michelle took a deep breath, and then tried to look dispassionately at the mirror, as if she were a stranger looking at a picture. “I see a man and a girl,” she began, hesitantly. “Go on. Tell me about them.” Her voice gained a little strength as she continued, describing him first. “He’s tall, and very well dressed. He looks successful and powerful. A little older, but still very handsome. Distinguished. He looks like the head of a big company, or something.” He chuckled, “Flatterer.” His breath was warm against her skin as he leaned down to murmur into her ear, “Tell me about her.” “She looks very nervous, a little frightened, maybe. Compared to him, she seems so small. Vulnerable.” “Continue.” A lot of bitterness crept into Michelle’s voice as he gave her usual, critical assessment of herself, “She’s skinny, with long dark hair. Not much in the way of hips or breasts, and her legs are too thin.” “Hmm. Well, that’s definitely now how I’d describe her,” he replied, his warm hand sill resting on her bare shoulder. “I’d say she was slender, with a beautiful figure.” He moved his hand down from her shoulder as he described her. The feeling of his warm hand sliding over her skin made Michelle’s heart pound and her breath catch in her throat. He continued, “I’d say her hips are just right, which is why she has such a wonderfully pert little ass.” His hand slid over her hip ad gently caressed her ass as he said this, softly cupping and squeezing. Michelle’s mouth formed a small O and she sighed softly. She had been touched before, of course. She’d had a few rather unsatisfactory sexual encounters with boys her own age – mostly hurried fumbles that left her wondering why she had bothered. This couldn’t have been more different. His touch was slow and assured. No rushing, no nervousness. Michelle felt she was being played like a musical instrument as his confident hand glided smoothly over her body, sliding around her waist and along the smooth, flat planes of her stomach. “I would say her breast were just the right size, he said, cupping on in his hand. Her hard nipple nestled into his palm, “perfectly formed, with beautiful nipples.” Gently gripping one in between his fingers, making her gasp. “And, judging by how hard they look, I’d say she was quite aroused at the moment. Wouldn’t you, me dear?” She struggled to make her voice work, her throat suddenly dry, “Y…yes.” She could feel his body at her back, the pressure of his hard-on pushed against her as he stood behind her with her breast still cupped in that confident, virtuoso’s hand. Michelle mind was awhirl. She couldn’t believe this was happening to her. Just a few short hours ago, everything had been normal – just another day. Now, everything was different. Everything felt incredibly intense; the feeling of his warm hands on her skin, the smell of him, and the sensation of his strong body pressed against her. She felt his teeth bite gently on the lobe of her ear, before he murmured, “And, what does she want?” “She wants…she wants to please him. To do whatever he tells her.” “Put your hands behind your back,” he said. As instructed, she placed her arms that way. As instructed, she placed her arms behind her back, and watched in the mirror as he slid both hands over her body, caressing her smooth skin as he cupped her breasts, gently rubbing on her nipples through the sheer fabric of the bra. She felt as if her nipples were connected directly to her pussy, electric jolts of pleasure coursing through her as she felt her lips swell. Behind her back, her hands where pressing on the hard bulge in his pants, and she started slowly rubbing them up and down, stroking him through his clothes. He pinched both her nipples harder, sending a quick spike of pain through her body, making her gasp. He started to slide a hand down her belly, fingertips slipping under the waistband of her thong. Suddenly desperate to be touched there, she moaned, “Oh yes,” only to groan in frustration as his hand stopped. “What do you want,” “I want…I want you to touch me.” “Then ask, and ask nicely.” “Please,” she moaned, “please touch me.” He chuckled, “But I am touching you.” “No,” she moaned, “touch me there. Touch my…my pussy, please.” Michelle watched in the mirror, fascinated, as his hand slowly slid beneath the sheer thong. The touch of his fingertips on the moist softness of her pussy brought a low moan from deep in her chest, and he began to slowly stroke up and down the length of her swollen lips. Letting him take control made her feel safe and, at the same time, more sexually charged than she could ever remember being in her whole life. His fingers brought her to the edge of orgasm and held her there, denying her release as she gasped and moaned. Clutching the hard shaft of his dick, she begged for release, her mind lost in the images from the mirror. “Now take off that pretty underwear.” Michelle hurried to comply, eager to do anything she was ordered to as she fell deeper and deeper into her role. Soon, she was standing in nothing but stockings, high heels, and the necklace. “Good Girl. Now, get down on your knees.” As Michelle sank gracefully to the floor. She reached for his cock, only to pull her hand back as he snapped, “No. Hands behind your back.” “Yes, sir.” She nodded. One her knees, obediently keeping her hands clasped behind her back, Michelle surrendered control to him, letting him fuck her mouth. The feeling of being used for his pleasure was a warm glow inside her. His hard dick slid smoothly in and out of her mouth as she sucked him, the taste and the masculine smell of him feeling her senses. Taking a chair from the corner of the room, he positioned it in from of the mirror. They way he had positioned her, both of them had an excellent view in the mirror as he knelt behind her. Michelle felt the tip of his dick brush against the lips of her pussy, and her eyes drifted closed as she sighed with pleasure. She wanted this so badly. She felt his hands grip the cheeks of her ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pulled her hips back, his dick suddenly stretching and filling her. He penetrated her, burying his dick inside her in one long thrust. “Oh my god. Oh yessss.” She watched in the mirror, spellbound at the sight of herself getting royally fucked. His dick postponed in and out of her, his hands on her hips yanking her backwards, slamming her ass against his body as he drove himself into her, pounding her pussy. Her body gleamed with sheen of sweat, and she looked up to meet his eyes in the mirror, rapt at the expression on his face as he relished the sensations of her tight young body squeezing his shaft. She felt the pad of his thumb rubbing against her anus. Such intimate contact, coming so unexpectedly, threw Michelle over the edge. Her mind exploded in bright flashes of color as she screamed, wordlessly. Her body shook and spasmed on the chair, wave after wave of pleasure obliterating all thought. Never had she come so hard, or for so long, and the feeling of his dick still moving inside her kept her riding the crest of her orgasm until she thought she might actually pass out. When she could think again, she head amusement in his voice, “I told you you would be allowed to cum, eventually.” “Mmm, yes sir, you did.” She said with a smile……….. To Be Continued………
Um. Yes, sure I guess.” “Well, it’s a little embarrassing. You see, I’m trying to buy some lingerie for…..someone special. To be honest, I’m not terribly good at this sort of thing, and I’m finding it rather hard to imagine how these things look.” He gestured at the racks, “They just seem to be scraps of cloth when they’re on the hangers, and I’m having a lot of trouble finding something she would like. “Would you mind awfully just holding these up to yourself for a moment? She’s about your build, and it would really help me to choose. “I would ask someone who works here, but…” He and Michelle shared a moment of understanding as they both looked over at the only person working in the store, a large, jolly lady who was about three times Michelle’s size. “Yes, I can see why that might now work,” she replied with a smile. “Sure, I don’t mind.” He seemed like a sweet guy, she thought, and he was obviously making an effort to do something nice for his girlfriend. She had time to kill, so where was the harm? For the next half hour or so, Michelle chatted amiably with her new friend as the two of them roamed the store selecting item after item. Michelle would hold the scraps of silk and lace in position while the man cocked his head to the side and looked her up and down. They talked about the merits of underwire bras, and the pros and cons of thing panties as they discussed each selection. Soon, the man had an armful of possible candidate items – lingerie, accessories and pairs of shoes, just one to which Michelle would have to save for a month to buy – and she found that she was having a lot of fun. It was almost like shopping with a girlfriend, except for his penetrating stare whenever she held something up for him to look at, his eyes traveling slowly up and down her body. Knowing that he was imagining her wearing nothing but the lingerie as he did so brought a flush to Michelle’s cheeks. She found herself wondering what it would be like to really be virtually naked under that searching gaze – to have him examining her body like that. “You know, Miss, you’ve really been incredibly kind, and thank you so much for spending the time to help me with this,” he said at last. “It’s a lot better than looking at them on the racks. “To be honesty though, they do seem a little silly when you hold them up against your clothes, and I guess I’m not very good at imagining how they’ll actually look in real life. But, you’ve really helped me narrow things down quite a bit, so I think I’ll just pick a few of these things at random, and hopefully I’ll get something she’ll like.” Michelle frowned a little disappointed. She’d been having so much fun, and he really did seem like a nice guy – so distinguished and handsome, and obviously a real gentleman. Quickly, before she managed to come up with all the reasons why it was a really bad idea, she found herself saying, “Well, if you’d like, I could try a few things on for you.” Blushing furiously, she continued, “I mean, so that you can see them properly. That is, I can see how hard this is for you, and you really should get the right thing for your friend. So, if I can help with that….” There was a stunned pause as both of them realized what she had offered – to pose for this total stranger wearing nothing but sheer lingerie. “You’d do that for me?” he replied, raising his eyebrows in surprise. “Well, that would certainly be a huge help. But I really wouldn’t want to impose or make you feel uncomfortable. Are you sure?” Michelle smiled, “It’s fine. I think it’s really sweet that you’re putting so much effort into getting something nice for your girlfriend, and I’m in no particular hurry.” “Well, as long as you’re sure. Thank you so much, Miss. You’re very kind.” Michelle checked to see that the shop assistant was busy in another part of the store, before ducking into the changing booths, relieved to see that there was no-one else around. “You’d better some into the booth with me. Men aren’t supposed to be here.” What she didn’t notice, as she stepped inside, was the complicit look he shared with the shop assistant, who promptly hung a ‘Closed for lunch’ sign on the door. The booths had actual doors, and were easily big enough for the two of them. Michelle felt a frisson of excitement as he closed and bolted the door behind them. Now that she was standing along with him, about to pose virtually nude for this total stranger, she found herself wondering just how she had managed to get herself into this situation. He had been so charming and unthreatening outside, in public. Now that the two of them were alone, Michelle realized just how tall and imposing he was. She could have sworn he hadn’t been that big outside, in the store. When she looked at his face, she imagined there was an almost predatory gleam in his eye which hadn’t been there before. It was just nerves, she thought to herself. She was just helping a really nice mad do something special for his girlfriend. With that, she picked up the first of the items they had chosen earlier. This one was a fairly modest set consisting of a corset with matching underwear in green silk. “Just turn around and I’ll try this one on.” He turned around politely, putting his hands over his face as Michelle started to undress. She tried to hide her nerves behind a stream of chatter about the designer, the weather – anything at all except the situation she had gotten herself into. “OK. You can look, now.” He turned, and just as she had imagined earlier, Michelle found herself under that intense gaze. There was no question now that there was a hunger in the depth of his eyes as he slowly examined her. “Stunning. Simple, stunning.” Michelle blushed scarlet, unable to meet his eyes. “Hardly. But thank you for saying so.” He shrugged, letting this pass. “I think that’s a keeper. Let’s try the next set.” The rustle and swish of silk against skin filled the silence as Michelle changed into a bra and panties of burgundy silk. The fire in his eyes burned hotter this time when he turned to look at her, and Michelle felt very vulnerable under his scrutiny. “Turn around for me.” His voice held a note of command now, replacing his earlier charm and diffidence. Michelle sensed a thrill of some feeling coursing through her. Fear? Excitement? Anticipation? Probably something of all of those. He sounded very much like a man who was accustomed of being obeyed, and she found herself responding immediately. Slowly, Michelle turned around, certain she could feel the heat of his gaze on her skin. “Do you like it?” “I’m not sure about this one. Put on the next set for me.” Michelle’s heart pounded as she considered the set of lingerie which was now at the top of the pile – a tiny, very sheer bra and thong set which would hide absolutely nothing. It had seemed like a good choice when they were roaming the store earlier. Now, the idea of modeling it for him was both thrilling and daunting, although far less daunting than the thought of refusing him. “O…..OK.” All too quickly, Michelle was dressed – if that word could really be applied to a few small triangles of transparent material held together by thin strings. Michelle caught sight of herself in the mirror. As he had feared, the lingerie hid nothing at all. Her traitorously-erect nipples were very visible through the sheer material of the bra, as were the small triangle of hair between her legs, and even the lips of her pussy. She looked over her shoulder to check the view from behind. If anything, it was even worse. The thin string of the thong panties disappeared completely between the cheeks of her ass, leaving her totally exposed. Michelle was mortified, her cheeks burning with humiliation. As soon as she told him to turn around and look, she would be utterly exposed before this strange man, if anything, wearing this lingerie was even worse than if she were totally naked. The bra and panties simply drew attention to her most intimate parts, as they were designed to do, she admitted to herself, while hiding nothing. “I’m ready,” Michelle said. This time, when he turned to look at her, there was no mistaking the gleam of hot lust in his eyes. Slowly, his gaze traveled up and down her body, devouring her inch by slow inch. The silence stretched unbearably, and Michelle found herself compelled to fill it. “Do you like it?” She felt like a deer pinned in headlights as he said nothing, just continuing to burn her with his hot, penetrating stare. “Shall I turn around for you?” Without waiting for a reply, just wanting to be out from under that intense scrutiny, Michelle turned around to present her, in effect, naked ass to him. She could almost swear she felt his eyes like laser on her skin, and imagining his expression was almost as embarrassing as facing it. Turning back toward him, she smiled shyly as their eyes met for a moment. She desperately wanted to cover herself with her hands, but she knew that would annoy him. Or, even worse, disappoint him, and something inside of her recoiled from the thought. Finally, he broke the silence, gesturing to the small wooden chair in the corner of the booth. “Sit down. I think we need to add a couple of things.” Michelle sat, glad to be even just a little less blatantly on display. He gathered a few items from the pile, and handed her a pair of sheer, black hold-up stockings. “Put these one, my dear,” he said in a gentler tone, a small smile of approval on his lips. A warm wave of contentment swept through Michelle at the thought that she had pleased him. As she leaned forward to put on the first stocking, she could see more evidence of his approval, or at least arousal, presenting itself in the obvious bulge which was making a tent in his pants. She smiled, pleased that she had this effect on such a powerful, dominant man. Pulling on the second stocking, she mused to herself that this felt like such an intimate act – putting on underwear with him watching her so appreciatively. She found herself enjoying the sensation, almost performing for him as she adjusted the tops of the stockings until they lined up perfectly. The next item he handed her was a pair of Louboutin stilettos with higher heels than she had ever worn before. Surprisingly, the shoes were exactly her size, and Michelle realized with a start that neither of them had mentioned that ‘friend’ of his for quite some time. Slipping on the shoes, she rose unsteadily to her feet, reaching out to catch his arm for balance. “Better.” He said, “One more thing, I think.” He picked up a large costume-jewelry necklace, standing directly in front of her as he reached behind her neck to fasten it. His fingers felt very warm on her skin, and Michelle caught a whiff of his cologne – something warm and spicy, and very masculine. It made her think of leather chairs in front of an open fire, in a room filled with rare books. Nodding approvingly, he continued, “Now, let your hair down for me.” Although she usually kept it tied up in a sensible bun, even Michelle could find fault with her hair. She knew it was one of her best features. She shook her head as the glossy black waves cascaded down around her shoulders. He kept his eyes locked to hers as she did this, and a moment of deep, wordless communication passed between them. Michelle understood that whatever was happening here had nothing at all to do with a shopping trip. He came to stand right behind her, putting a hand on her shoulder as he turned her towards the mirror. She shivered at his touch, and then gasped as she saw her reflection in the mirror. Instead of the usual studious-looking girl with a clean-scrubbed face wearing sensible college clothes, the mirror showed her a sultry vixen wearing heavy makeup, her long black hair falling past her shoulders as she posed, shockingly dressed in nothing but provocative lingerie. “So my dear. What do you think?” “That….that’s not me. I don’t look like that.” “On the contrary. This is exactly how I imagined you, the moment I first laid eyes on you.” “But…” “Take a good look, and tell me what you see.” Michelle took a deep breath, and then tried to look dispassionately at the mirror, as if she were a stranger looking at a picture. “I see a man and a girl,” she began, hesitantly. “Go on. Tell me about them.” Her voice gained a little strength as she continued, describing him first. “He’s tall, and very well dressed. He looks successful and powerful. A little older, but still very handsome. Distinguished. He looks like the head of a big company, or something.” He chuckled, “Flatterer.” His breath was warm against her skin as he leaned down to murmur into her ear, “Tell me about her.” “She looks very nervous, a little frightened, maybe. Compared to him, she seems so small. Vulnerable.” “Continue.” A lot of bitterness crept into Michelle’s voice as he gave her usual, critical assessment of herself, “She’s skinny, with long dark hair. Not much in the way of hips or breasts, and her legs are too thin.” “Hmm. Well, that’s definitely now how I’d describe her,” he replied, his warm hand sill resting on her bare shoulder. “I’d say she was slender, with a beautiful figure.” He moved his hand down from her shoulder as he described her. The feeling of his warm hand sliding over her skin made Michelle’s heart pound and her breath catch in her throat. He continued, “I’d say her hips are just right, which is why she has such a wonderfully pert little ass.” His hand slid over her hip ad gently caressed her ass as he said this, softly cupping and squeezing. Michelle’s mouth formed a small O and she sighed softly. She had been touched before, of course. She’d had a few rather unsatisfactory sexual encounters with boys her own age – mostly hurried fumbles that left her wondering why she had bothered. This couldn’t have been more different. His touch was slow and assured. No rushing, no nervousness. Michelle felt she was being played like a musical instrument as his confident hand glided smoothly over her body, sliding around her waist and along the smooth, flat planes of her stomach. “I would say her breast were just the right size, he said, cupping on in his hand. Her hard nipple nestled into his palm, “perfectly formed, with beautiful nipples.” Gently gripping one in between his fingers, making her gasp. “And, judging by how hard they look, I’d say she was quite aroused at the moment. Wouldn’t you, me dear?” She struggled to make her voice work, her throat suddenly dry, “Y…yes.” She could feel his body at her back, the pressure of his hard-on pushed against her as he stood behind her with her breast still cupped in that confident, virtuoso’s hand. Michelle mind was awhirl. She couldn’t believe this was happening to her. Just a few short hours ago, everything had been normal – just another day. Now, everything was different. Everything felt incredibly intense; the feeling of his warm hands on her skin, the smell of him, and the sensation of his strong body pressed against her. She felt his teeth bite gently on the lobe of her ear, before he murmured, “And, what does she want?” “She wants…she wants to please him. To do whatever he tells her.” “Put your hands behind your back,” he said. As instructed, she placed her arms that way. As instructed, she placed her arms behind her back, and watched in the mirror as he slid both hands over her body, caressing her smooth skin as he cupped her breasts, gently rubbing on her nipples through the sheer fabric of the bra. She felt as if her nipples were connected directly to her pussy, electric jolts of pleasure coursing through her as she felt her lips swell. Behind her back, her hands where pressing on the hard bulge in his pants, and she started slowly rubbing them up and down, stroking him through his clothes. He pinched both her nipples harder, sending a quick spike of pain through her body, making her gasp. He started to slide a hand down her belly, fingertips slipping under the waistband of her thong. Suddenly desperate to be touched there, she moaned, “Oh yes,” only to groan in frustration as his hand stopped. “What do you want,” “I want…I want you to touch me.” “Then ask, and ask nicely.” “Please,” she moaned, “please touch me.” He chuckled, “But I am touching you.” “No,” she moaned, “touch me there. Touch my…my pussy, please.” Michelle watched in the mirror, fascinated, as his hand slowly slid beneath the sheer thong. The touch of his fingertips on the moist softness of her pussy brought a low moan from deep in her chest, and he began to slowly stroke up and down the length of her swollen lips. Letting him take control made her feel safe and, at the same time, more sexually charged than she could ever remember being in her whole life. His fingers brought her to the edge of orgasm and held her there, denying her release as she gasped and moaned. Clutching the hard shaft of his dick, she begged for release, her mind lost in the images from the mirror. “Now take off that pretty underwear.” Michelle hurried to comply, eager to do anything she was ordered to as she fell deeper and deeper into her role. Soon, she was standing in nothing but stockings, high heels, and the necklace. “Good Girl. Now, get down on your knees.” As Michelle sank gracefully to the floor. She reached for his cock, only to pull her hand back as he snapped, “No. Hands behind your back.” “Yes, sir.” She nodded. One her knees, obediently keeping her hands clasped behind her back, Michelle surrendered control to him, letting him fuck her mouth. The feeling of being used for his pleasure was a warm glow inside her. His hard dick slid smoothly in and out of her mouth as she sucked him, the taste and the masculine smell of him feeling her senses. Taking a chair from the corner of the room, he positioned it in from of the mirror. They way he had positioned her, both of them had an excellent view in the mirror as he knelt behind her. Michelle felt the tip of his dick brush against the lips of her pussy, and her eyes drifted closed as she sighed with pleasure. She wanted this so badly. She felt his hands grip the cheeks of her ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pulled her hips back, his dick suddenly stretching and filling her. He penetrated her, burying his dick inside her in one long thrust. “Oh my god. Oh yessss.” She watched in the mirror, spellbound at the sight of herself getting royally fucked. His dick postponed in and out of her, his hands on her hips yanking her backwards, slamming her ass against his body as he drove himself into her, pounding her pussy. Her body gleamed with sheen of sweat, and she looked up to meet his eyes in the mirror, rapt at the expression on his face as he relished the sensations of her tight young body squeezing his shaft. She felt the pad of his thumb rubbing against her anus. Such intimate contact, coming so unexpectedly, threw Michelle over the edge. Her mind exploded in bright flashes of color as she screamed, wordlessly. Her body shook and spasmed on the chair, wave after wave of pleasure obliterating all thought. Never had she come so hard, or for so long, and the feeling of his dick still moving inside her kept her riding the crest of her orgasm until she thought she might actually pass out. When she could think again, she head amusement in his voice, “I told you you would be allowed to cum, eventually.” “Mmm, yes sir, you did.” She said with a smile……….. To Be Continued………
