The Junk Draw

The Junk Draw

By Sabrina G. Langton

***

“I hate these Sunday nights.”

“God, when are they going to learn that women don’t dress like that. Those high heels, short skirts, c’mon pantyhose? Are they kidding me?”

“We have to start taking control of these nights again, how did we let them take it over? My hair smells like perfume for days after that.”

“You know what we should do? Let’s introduce a couple of men to these little get-togethers, put an end to them after all, and I know exactly who we could ask.”

“Not those two bozos in I.T.?”

“No, the two tall guys in accounting, what’s their names, the ones we have been cockteasing all year.”

***

“I love these Sunday nights.”

I was standing in front of my large mirror, I had on a long sleeve golden mini dress and six-inch heels with the most perfect thin ankle strap. I had on a tiny beige panty and tan pantyhose on my smooth, long, shaven legs. My breast forms looked nice and firm, tight against my dress, with no bra. I loved the nipple showing slightly through the sequins, I felt like such a slut. The dress even had a cut-out to show off some of my back, it was so sexy. My body looked incredibly feminine. My long blonde hair was brushed straight reaching to the middle of my shoulder blades, covering just a little of the cut-out. I was watching my long red nails breezing through my hair while brushing and looking so sexy while putting on equally sexy red lipstick. Both match my toenails peeking out of the open-toed heels. I had on false lashes and lots of mascara to make my eyes look bigger. My big golden hoop earrings were hiding behind my hair, gleaming when I turned the right way. I loved when these girlie Sunday nights came along. They didn’t happen enough.

Everyone once in a while our girlfriends let my roommate and I dress up in our sexiest outfits. We make them dinner, make drinks and then they let us have a little fashion show, usually showing off our new heel acquisitions. Afterward, we set them up in front of my huge TV to watch their favorite shows. We would give them foot massages and then make coffee and clean up. I just love that they let us do this, I couldn’t do enough for them as a thank you. I wanted them to have a perfect night too, so they continued. The only downside was there was never any sex, the girlfriends only wanted to hang with the girls not sleep with them.

I have been cross-dressing since I was young. Sneaking clothes from my mother or sisters hampers. After years of dressing like a girl, I got very good at it. I could pass very easily, but I was still too nervous to go too far outside of my comfort zone.

I was always dressing by myself, my mirror was my only friend. Once I got my own place, dressing up was easier but still a lonely hobby, I couldn’t understand why sharing it with someone was so hard. Then I got lucky about a year ago, I just turned twenty-seven and I met Carol. She was a couple of years older and worked as a lawyer at a small firm in Downtown LA. I couldn’t tell if she liked me or my Jeep at first, and then when she visited my apartment I knew she was impressed. She would have me take her to dinner and even shopping. I bought her so many things but she never bought anything that I would wear, ever. We were dating for about a month and I told her about my female side, Wendy. I wanted to go shopping with her and buy my own outfits instead of always shopping online.

She was shocked at first, then she made me model for her to see what I looked like as a female. Carol told me I showed too much leg and my ass wiggled too much when I walked on my high heels, which were way too high. My makeup was so overdone and my expressions and gestures were so unrealistic. I was trying, but she was no help.

I always dressed more on the slutty, sexy side. That was my look, that was the type of woman I became. I couldn’t even tone it down, this is how I presented myself to my mirror and slowly to the world. I liked to show off my legs and my cleavage with the sexiest outfits I could find. I didn’t understand why Carol didn’t feel like I did. I’m sure she had great legs if she would ever show them. Needless to say, she would never take me shopping.

Carol, of course, was a very modest woman. She was about four inches shorter than me, I was 5’8″ in my stockinged feet. She was also a little chunky, but I liked that, it made her boobs a perfect C cup and she had wonderful hips and thighs. I wish I had them, I would then be perfect. She was also a modest dresser, mostly wearing leggings and T-shirts. She only owned two pairs of short-heeled boots that she would wear to work. I didn’t mind, I asked if she could wear stockings but she said no so I let it drop. I would have to be sexy enough for the two of us.

“This is something you do all the time?” She asked me, a little surprised.

“Well, when I can, I wish I could dress up more. Maybe I can dress up with you, it will be fun.” I smiled at her, with my perfect lips. I would spend so long outlining, then filling them in, I was proud of my gorgeous plump lips. Carol always gave me that disappointed look of hers, she would never understand how important crossdressing was in my life.

“Okay, why don’t we have one night at your place. You can dress up, whatever.” She was a little non-committal and uninterested, but that was enough. She would call me up some Friday in the future, and tell me if Sunday was going to be a girl day or not. Those weekends would drag until Sunday morning when I became Wendy again, and have someone finally to talk to, cook for, and fawn over.

***

I have a beautiful apartment in Torrance, California. It is one of only two on the entire floor. I had a huge living room and kitchen, three bedrooms, and an office. I had more views than those reaction videos on YouTube. I loved it here, I bought it when the market was low.

There was way too much room for me so I asked my girlfriend Varsha to move in with me.

Right after we met, Carol became friendly with another lawyer from work, Milana, a beautiful Indian woman from the department next to hers. It turned out they had something in common. Milana’s boyfriend was also a crossdresser. Varsha was Italian but she loved to wear sarees and dress up more like a traditional Indian woman. She was dark with black hair and she could totally pull the look off. Varsha had a huge closet filled with long Indian dresses. Milana and Varsha met at a temple for practicing Hindus. She didn’t know he was a crossdresser under all his makeup and with his sari worn with a ‘choli top’. Varsha told me she was very surprised.

Soon we all met. I loved having someone to share my interests with. When I told them that Carol lets me get dressed up for her, Varsha got all excited. She and her girlfriend never did anything like that while she was dressed. Milana had only seen Varsha the one time as a girl, the day they met. We agreed to have a get-together, just the four girls, we couldn’t wait. I remember I was so excited I sent them all Amazon gift cards as pre-thank yous.

After the first time at the apartment, Milana asked Varsha to dress a little more fashionable and not so Indian. Varsha then came over early the second time and we got dressed up together. I loved that, two girls mincing and posing over a mirror together. We could not believe how stunning we could become with each other’s help. We did each other’s nails and helped with makeup and zippers. That was the night she agreed to move in. She took over one of the bedrooms and we started to only go by our female names, Varsha and Wendy. In our imaginations, only two women lived in the apartment and the decorating started to reflect it. All of the sheets, bedding, and curtains were the first to be changed. Our apartment became much more feminine, our closets became more full and Carol and Milana became a little more annoyed.

Their crossdressing boyfriends were turning into high-maintenance-looking women.

***

“Everything’s ready, what time are they coming over tonight?”

“They should be here by eight,” Varsha told me, looking up at our Vogue clock in the living room. “Too bad they were going out to dinner, I bought a nice chicken, I was going to make tikka masala.”

“Mmm.” I was admiring myself in the reflection of the windows, I couldn’t think about food, my sequined dress was sparkling like stars. “Do you think the women will like our dresses?”

“Hopefully, I know Milana likes that I have become a little more mainstream, thanks to you. I wish we could all go out to the theater or dinner, wouldn’t that be fun? Even just hanging out at a bar or club or going for a walk.” She smiled while she brushed her long dark brown wig. I liked her very much, I wish I had the courage to go out with her and show ourselves off.

Varsha had on a black tank top dress and she was wearing her new skirt over it. The skirt was black and white and very sheer, it was lower in the back and the front came just above her knees, mine came just below my feminine-looking crotch. I liked my outfit short, I wanted to show off my legs.

Ding. Ding.

“They’re here,” I chimed in my slightly perfect female voice, as we excitedly went to open the door, and give the women a glimpse of our new outfits. We were so proud we always wanted to look feminine for them. I was thankful for these nights, the two of them couldn’t imagine how much it meant to us.

The front door opened onto the hallway. “Hi girls!” Carol beamed as she walked in with a couple of shopping bags. “Milana introduce them to our guests.”

I was frozen behind the two women were two very tall men, they were both dressed so nice and holding bottles and flowers.

We moved more into the kitchen, I was agitated, I wasn’t used to talking to men while all dressed up.

Carol told us, “They have been asking us out to dinner for so long, we figured now would be a perfect time to get us ALL together. We kind of wanted to hang out with men tonight, bitches.”

I didn’t like that they called us bitches, they used that term a lot. I was always so respectful to them, I wish they treated us like regular females or even like their friends on these nights.

Milana then pushed the two men forward, “Varsha, Wendy I would like you to meet Drake and Martin.”

They each gave us a bouquet. They put the liquor they brought on the counter and Martin took my hand as Drake did the same to Varsha.

“Very beautiful,” Martin told me as he kissed my cheek, “I hope you like the flowers, we gave some to Carol and Milana and they laughed at us saying we were too old-fashioned.” He smiled as I took the flowers. I loved it.

“No, THEY are beautiful, thank you. Ladies take the men inside, I’ll make drinks.” I was a little flustered but intrigued, why would the girlfriends bring men? I was getting confused. Both men were so tall and they had dark hair and slight beards. Martin also smelled wonderful. I was surprised the women wanted to see men, they never said anything to us before.

“I can’t believe they kissed us,” Varsha smiled as she held her cheek, “I wasn’t expecting that.”

“I wasn’t expecting any of that,” I told her while I held onto the island, lost in a daze and a little unbalanced for the first time in my life, on my heels. Being with men might be fun.

We walked back into the living room with snacks and six drinks on my tray that had a design, coincidentally, with yellow roses just like the men gave us. I made Martinis since the guys brought us Aviation Gin and Vermouth. I figured that they would like that.

They were surrounding my coffee table as we put the drinks down. I smiled at them as my breasts hung down. The two men were on the couch and the two women were in the chairs surrounding it. Varsha and I sat opposite the men, in another two feminine chairs, we just had reupholstered. They had a pink and purple paisley design, I was happy to show them off. All four of them watched as we sat, smoothed our dresses, and then crossed our legs. I was a little distracted by my choice of heels tonight, they were gold and had a thin heel. My red-painted nails looked so nice, and the way my feet were arched was very sexy. I was getting a little turned on.

Varsha had black chunky four-inch heels, her nails were dark purple. She had to play with her skirt to make it drape nicely. I looked up and all four of them were watching us. The women seemed very amused, thinking we were acting too femme, but I could tell the men were admiring our legs.

“These Martini’s are perfect.” Drake said, “And this hummus is fantastic.”

“Thank you.” Varsha and I said in unison. I always made the drinks, Varsha was the cook. Together we made the perfect hostess. The women never gave us compliments, they were a little hard to please. And boy, have we tried.

“I wish you would make something I like,”

Every time we got together I made a different drink for Carol, she didn’t like anything. The only thing she liked was a Sour Apple Martini, which I would make her, but I wanted to expand her horizons. She wasn’t a teenager.

“Ooh I don’t like this at all, yuck, is it all alcohol?”

Milana on the other hand only liked one drink besides coffee, Pinot Grigio. The least flavorful of all the wines. And she made me fill the glass with ice. I never had a bottle on my wine rack, I always picked two up special for her, and then always forgot to make her take the rest home.

“One day,” I said, smiling at the four of them. “We will find something, you two love.” I giggled.

***

I was having quite a nice time, the two men were asking us all about our clothes and crossdressing, I couldn’t believe the woman told them about us. I just wished they had warned us first. The men were watching us very intently and I felt myself flirting, constantly playing with my hair and checking my fingernails. The women seemed bored by the whole thing, they weren’t even joining in on the conversations.

“Where did you go to dinner?” I asked them.

“Ambrosinos on fourth,” Drake told us. “You know, both of you have such lovely voices.”

I smiled but then Carol inched up on her chair, “Well, you should of heard Wendy when we first met, she sounded like a gay six-year-old.” I felt myself starting to blush, even my hands were turning red. “All I did was laugh at her, whenever she spoke.”

Actually, even though she made me feel so bad about my voice at the time, it did make me strive to sound better. I went to a vocal coach, and still do, and I practice all the time. I now had a soft feminine sounding voice. Everyone called me Miss over the phone, so I know I sounded passable. Carol never mentioned it again, not even to say if she liked it or not.

“Did you know?” Milana said, “Varsha would rather be an Indian woman than what she appears to be?”

“Well,” Drake smiled at us, “She appears to be a pretty young girl.”

“Ha, She is wishing right now she was wearing one of her sarees, but I won’t let her put them on anymore. Sometimes I’m nasty.” Milana laughed. I was thinking… only sometimes?

We continued talking and I was glad the subject got off of me and Varsha. I knew she and I started to relax at the exact same moment, right after our first Martini. We got up to make a couple more and also to bring in bottled water for the women, that was more their speed.

When we walked back into the living room there were two bright packages on the table between us. Carol moved to the edge of her chair again. “Me and Milana have gotten you a couple of little presents. Something we have been thinking about for a couple of weeks now. Something specifically for these girlie nights of yours.”

The men seemed a little amused as we each took one little pink shopping bag filled with tissue paper and a big bow on the front. The girls never bought us presents.

Varsha pulled a box out of the little girlie bag and held it up. “What is it?” She looked at Milana.

“Why it’s a chastity belt device, it’s called a cock cage.” She said and the two men looked at her. We got both of you pink ones, small of course, hehe.”

I looked at the box, did they want us to wear these? It had a little lock, it seemed a little ridiculous.

Carol stood up and took the box from me. “We were thinking both of you could start calling us Mistress.”

“Mistress?” I looked up at her as she took the device out of the box. I didn’t see this coming.

“Yes, Mistress, won’t that be fun? Now, why don’t you two put these on.” Carol gave it back to me, it was a silicone plastic device, it didn’t look like anything I wanted to use.

Just then Martin stood up, ” Come on girls, you should listen to your Mistresses.” He smiled at me and Varsha.

Drake stood up too, “We could help, if you’d like,” He then looked at the women who were back on their chairs. “Unless the two of you want to help them put it on.”

“I don’t even want to touch it,” Milana said, “You two might as well go and do it.”

I was nervous as the two large men stood next to us and helped us up. We were holding our new present and I didn’t like where this night was going.

Martin turned toward the woman, “Are you sure you want us to do this?”

“Sure,” Carol told him. “We’re gonna watch TV go do whatever you need to do. Call us when you’re done.” Martin’s smile got nice and big and we walked through the door towards our bedrooms.

Outside our two bedrooms, was a nice big room, we used it as an office. it had a big island, with draws in the middle. There were mirrors, chairs, and two daybeds. There were also speakers on the ceiling, always pumping out something mellow. This is where we hung out when we dressed as women. Now we had two men in this very feminine room with us. I wasn’t looking forward to what they had planned.

Drake took the cock cage out of the box and looked at it as Varsha and I leaned back against the island. The men looked so big and strong, I was a little tense. I didn’t like the look of this torture device.

He took it out of its plastic bag and raised it so the four of us could see it outside of its packaging. “Look at this little lock. Why would anyone want their lover to wear this?” He looked at us.

Martin held the other one. “Why would you want to take away someones pleasure, I don’t get it, those two women are crazy.” He walked over to me and held my hand. “This device is for sissies or someone who wants to be dominated, you two, are women. Beautiful women. I bet in your mind you don’t even have a penis to attach this to. He then moved his hand down to my crotch. I was always tucked, I always had a female outline, Varsha too. “Nice.” He smiled at me.

I was suddenly surprised. A man was touching me, touching my ‘pussy.’ I turned around and Varsha was enjoying the same attention as me. They both put down the device and we ended up in their arms.

“I didn’t realize your girlfriends were idiots,” Martin asked me as he rubbed. “I hope you don’t mind.”

“Um, no.”

“This is how you treat two pretty women, not lock them up.” He laughed. “Let’s let the Mistresses watch TV, they don’t know what they are missing.” He then kissed me, I never thought this was how the night would progress. I slipped my arms around his neck as he continued to rub my ‘pussy.’ I had never kissed a man before, though I have always dreamed about it. I had never even been this close to someone dressed as a woman. Carol always told me she was afraid to mess up my makeup, but I knew it just didn’t turn her on as it did me.

Martin whispered to me, “You don’t mind me kissing you, do you?”

I could barely think straight, “Umm, no,” I had never been excited once on our Sunday nights with the girlfriends, this was a nice detour.

Suddenly we heard the women outside the door, and I stood still, I didn’t want them hearing us kiss their new men. “Did it fit their little dicks? Haha. That was the smallest size they had.”

Drake shook his head as he held Varsha in his arms. “Your right, idiots.”

I couldn’t really pay attention, I was glad the men locked the door. I stopped to look at Martin, I was so hard from him rubbing me. My little ‘clit’ was facing down and I was hoping it still looked and felt feminine. I was wondering where all this was going.

He was so tall, I had to look up at him, he was gorgeous, he was the gift not the weird cock cage. My two hands went to his cheeks, my long nails looked sexy holding him. I pulled him into me, I felt so girly I was loving it. My desire was burning and I wanted to please this man who treated me nicer than my own girlfriend did. His tongue entered my mouth and we kissed some more. I heard Vasrsha moan, she was enjoying herself too.

Martin picked me up and put me on the island in the middle of the room. I could see his cock forming an outline in his pants so I grabbed at it. I never had a real live cock in my hands before. I startled myself being so reckless, I suddenly started playing with him roughly as he went back to rubbing me again. He was looking at my chest and smiling.

“I love a woman with big breasts.”

I smiled because then he was going to love me I was a size double D. He then bent and kissed them.

“I hope you don’t mind me staring at you all night. I didn’t expect to be with such a sexy woman. You look pretty hot in this dress.”

“That’s what I was going for.”

Suddenly I started to get a little shakey, I couldn’t keep my hands on his cock, I was breathing heavy. He was watching me and he started playing with my hair. And I started to have an orgasm, while he watched me. Just the idea that the ‘Mistresses’ were right on the other side of the door was turning me on and it brought me over the edge. I was still cumming in my pantyhose when Martin started to moan and then he kissed me while I felt his cock throb. I was making him excited and he came. I continued to pet him as our orgasms subsided.

“Did that really happen?” I asked and by the look on Varsha’s face, it did. The men kissed us again.

We cleaned up, we hadn’t been as long as I thought, maybe only fifteen, twenty minutes.

Martin held up the two cock cages. “Are one of these a junk draw?” He pointed to the draws in the middle island. He laughed, but we did have one. I showed him the draw that was full of nonsense and he dropped the two devices inside, closing the door ceremoniously.

***

The men led us back into the living room while holding our hands. We sat back on our chairs and crossed our legs. My panties were so wet.

“Okay Mistress, everything is taken care of.” Drake winked at us as the women walked back in, now holding another present. This one was much bigger.

Martin presented them with the keys to the cock cages. “You now control your lovely girlfriends’ orgasms, ladies.” He then smiled at me as I rubbed my pantyhose, thanking god no one put that contraption on me. “Whatever you do, don’t lose it.” The two of them stood up and slipped the keys into their pockets. I’m sure that’s a very safe place, I thought sarcastically.

“So let me see,” Carol said and she made me stand up. I gave Martin a nervous look.

“Look at that,” He said, “You can’t even see them through their dresses, it fit perfect.” The two women agreed with him, as Vasha and I walked back into the kitchen to get more drinks and dessert. I turned around and saw the men watching us.

Once in the kitchen, Varsha made sure that no one could hear us. “Another present, ugh I’m dreading this, but it was nice being with the men, my panties are so wet.” She then giggled.

“Mine are too,” I opened the fridge and then put pastries onto a plate. “I don’t understand, the women aren’t smart enough to play a game like this.” I started thinking, “Do you think the men are in on it, are they here just to make fun of us?”

“Who cares,” She giggled, “I never came once with Milana on one of these nights, not even after. That was a wonderful surprise.

I mixed dirty Martinis this time and carried them in. We also made coffee for the women. We walked back in. I tried to look uncomfortable and act as if the device was on me. I wasn’t a good actress.

“Here you go,” I told Carol handing her the coffee.

“Here you go, Mistress.”

“Here you go… Mistress.” We sat back down.

As the girls started filling their plates, Carol told us, “Did you know that Wendy will never take the last pastry at a bakery.”

“Why a little superstitious?” Martin smiled.

“No, she saves it for the next customer. She says it might be someone’s favorite, haha. You are so ridiculous.”

She was making me embarrassed again, “Well I just don’t want someone to be disappointed. I want to be nice.”

“Nice,” Milena shook her head.

“I don’t know,” Martin was looking at me again, “I think it’s sweet.”

“Me too,” Drake agreed. I smiled at the two men, they were so much nicer than the two women. They made me feel better right away.

Milana then tapped the two presents. “Come on.” I wasn’t looking forward to what was in the two next boxes. She moved up to the table. “Come on bitches open up your next present.” We stood up and both took the wrapped boxes. We ripped off the paper slowly, it had unicorns on it. I noticed the women had evil grins on their faces. I now realized they were trying to humiliate us in front of these two men. That had to be their ultimate goal, and I really didn’t understand why. We were always so kind to them.

When I had all the paper off I opened the box and took out the items. One was something called an ‘Aluminium Alloy Butt Plug,’ it was long and silver, it was very angry looking. The other was another colorful box with an enema kit and also something called Uberlube. It sounded like a cab you slipped into.

I held it up and looked at Carol, “What are we supposed to do with this?”

“Well, I read on the internet that you clean yourself with the enema kit first.

“Then,” Milana added, “You fill your ass up with Uberlube and slide in the butt plug. It’s to keep you open and gaped, whatever that means.”

Carol stood up and read the instructions on the plug. “You keep it inside you. We want the two of you to be filled with these every time you dress up, it will make you feel more like real girls, GIRLS, haha.”

Martin stood up next, “I guess this is where we come in handy again. Your Mistresses want you locked, lubed, and filled. They will completely control your sexual satisfaction now.”

Varsha and I gave each other confused glances.

“That’s right bitches.” said Carol. “We are goin’ back to the TV. We want to hear some sissy screaming when it goes in.” She held up the metal plug, and then the two of them laughed.

***

“Who came up with this idea?” Martin asked all of us.

We were back behind the locked doors. We had the presents on the island. Drake was shaking his head. “Those two women are head cases. how long have you been going out with them?”

We told him almost a year and he told us the people at work didn’t like them too much.

He said “They think they are hotter, friendlier, and funnier than they actually are. Now I realize they are nasty too.”

“Those women,” Martin said while playing with my long hair. “Can not compare to you two. But you know, this enema kit might be a good idea. You will probably feel more feminine. It doesn’t look that complicated.”

I was skeptical while the men read the directions. Martin kept holding me and giving me small kisses as we looked at the box. I realized I would do anything he asked of me.

Both Varsha and I went into our respective bathrooms and got undressed. We both performed the instructions on the box. It was harder than I thought, it was definitely a two-person job. I couldn’t believe the two men convinced us to do this. I giggled after I was cleaned out. Afterward, I took a quick shower, trying not to get my hair or face wet. I then got redressed with new pantyhose and panties, the others were still wet from my orgasm with a man. Next, I slipped on a different pair of heels. I put on my seven-inch black Pleaser heels with a nice two-inch platform. We usually did a little fashion show for the women and I always tried to change into at least three different heels. The women’s interest tended to fade quickly and they always wanted to go back to the TV or their phones. It was always my favorite part of the night.

I walked out and Varsha and Drake were laughing over some private joke. Martin was reading the box of the anal plug and shaking his head. I grabbed his arm and rubbed my breasts against him.

“This is a freaking crazy-looking item, who would stick this up their ass or vagina?” This is for women who don’t have access to real cock like you two girls.”

“Access?” I asked.

“Access darlin'” He smiled and took me into his arms again. “You smell so nice.”

I kissed him, “I hope it’s my perfume and not the goats’ milk that came with the enema kit.”

“Haha,” He laughed and he kissed me again. He pulled back and smiled, “I want to make love to you.”

I saw Vasha and Drake were already on the day bed making out, was I really going to let this man stick his cock into me? Did I want to mesh fantasy with reality? What would Carol think of me afterward? I suddenly didn’t care.

“Um, okay. I never did that before will it hurt?”

“It will a little, but you will love it. A woman like you probably dreams about having a man inside her, am I right.”

I felt a little embarrassed I was about to tell this man a secret, one I had hidden for so long. “You are right.” I then pulled him to me and kissed him again. I was permitting him to enjoy my body.

He suddenly lifted me up in his arms as I yelped, he then noticed my feet. “New heels? No wonder you looked so much taller, haha. I love them. Wendy, you are so sexy.” He brought me over to the daybed and we sat next to each other. He placed one of my silky legs over his. We started to make out and he played with my breasts. “Are these real?”

“I wish?” He smiled and we kissed again. His hands were all over my body. I loved how he ran his hands down my leg, he even reached under the tight dress. I was loving the thought that I was a slut. He kissed me, then stood up, he pulled down his pants and asked me to bring down his briefs. As I lowered them his manhood came into view. His cock was hard already and pointing at me. He trundled over to the island with his pants down to his ankles and came back with the butt plug and the lube. He held the plug to himself. He was bigger and I laughed.

“What were they thinking, they really wanted you two to use something like this? That’s so nasty baby.” I felt his hard cock rub against my body. He then reached for the other gift. “Here put this on me.” I slathered the Uberlube on his hard cock. I loved, that it was me making him hard, not Carol, she wouldn’t even know how to take care of a man of this size. He told me to turn around and he pulled up my tight dress and then brought down my pantyhose, right below my ass. I was still tucked into my panties and I knew if he removed them I would dangle and feel embarrassed. He then moved the thong over and I felt relieved. He then sat on the bed and brought his lips to my ass. I felt his tongue move inside me. He held my waist as his face kissed and licked my entire bottom. “Do you like this Wendy?”

I loved him using my name and I got a little more excited. “Say my name again, please.”

“Wendy are you ready for my cock?”

“Oh my god yes, yes.” He put some lube inside me and he held my waist. He lowered me onto his manhood. I saw my reflection in the glass of the windows in front of me, we looked so hot and sexy together. I hovered over his hardness completely aloft on my high heels, I was feeling I was going to cum soon, but I had to try to control myself.

“Come on baby, ease yourself down.” I felt his cock against my hole. I then heard Varsha shriek. She was loud and she kept on calling for her Hindu God. I suddenly felt his cock enter me. “Come on baby, I’m going to take your virginity.”

“Oh my god Martin, say that again,” I begged him as I felt his cock inch inside me. The pain was nothing to how sexy I was feeling. He was making me his woman.

“Come on Wendy, I’m going to take your virginity baby. I’m putting my dick completely inside of you. A real dick, not some metal toy.”

“Oh, my god, Martin you feel wonderful.” I was loving it, I suddenly slid down and I was sitting on his lap, completely full on his lap. I heard the four of us moaning and mumbling. We were all having incredible sex only a couple of feet from the women in the other room. I had never been more excited in my life.

He then had me stand while his cock was still buried in my ass. We slowly made our way to the island, I was looking at Carol and Milana’s crazy presents. And I laughed. I had a real cock inside me, let Carol stick this metal monster inside HER.

I leaned against the island with my ass in the air. My high heels were making it easier for Martin to push his dick in and out of me. I was the perfect height for this incredible man. We started pumping faster and I was begging him to go harder. He held my waist and suddenly pushed his cock to the limit inside me, it felt like heaven. I suddenly felt myself shudder and I heard myself scream, I was having an orgasm. Martin’s cum started shooting inside me, I felt him as he slid in my ass, filling it up with his cum. I wished I could taste him. I was begging again for him to fuck me even harder now. When our orgasms drew to a close I leaned my back into him and he kissed the side of my lips. He was still inside me. He was hugging me, I was thinking I could have stayed like this the rest of the night.

***

Martin dropped the butt plugs into the junk draw, and he pulled out something else. “What’s this?”

“That’s Carol’s birth control pills, I guess she doesn’t need them.” He then picked up a 36 pack box of condoms, “And that’s why she doesn’t need them.”

“These aren’t even opened.” He laughed as he held them up.

I just shrugged. “I never said I got lucky.” I just realized we hardly ever had sex.

Martin closed the draw with a click, it was filled with everything we didn’t need. Ever. “Okay all hidden away.” I put the Uberlube into my bathroom and then we went back into the room with the women, I needed a drink. This time I made them just for the four of us, let the women get their own. They were so hard to please anyway, Varsha and I, we were easy. I’m sure the men thought we were ‘very easy.’

We went back to our respective seats, I wanted to sit in Martin’s lap but it seemed a little inappropriate, I was supposed to have a six-inch silicone sword in my ass.

“Ha, we heard you sissy bitches scream.” Carol laughed.

“Do you like your asses filled? Haha.” Milana wanted to know.

“It’s nice,” Varsha said. “I like it very much.”

“Yes very much,” I agreed as we gave each other a knowing glance.

“I’m surprised you didn’t want to watch.” Martin asked them “The two girls have beautiful asses.”

Carol got a little mad, “Not as beautiful as ours.” She then got up and walked back into the kitchen. Noone watched her ass.

I was smiling at Martin I couldn’t believe he had given me two incredible orgasms tonight. It was two more than I had gotten from Carol in at least a month. He kept on smiling at me, I was enjoying myself this Sunday.

Carol walked back in with two more presents. “I know it’s late but we got you two, one more thing. This one is my favorite.”

She then threw them on the table with a thud. They weren’t even wrapped, they were black.

“What is it?” Varsha asked.

Carol got closer spilling some of the coffee on the table. “They are gags, mouth ball gags. This will keep you two quiet while we watch our shows. Do you think we want to hear about your fucking shoes or the bargain you got on your dresses? It’s Sunday night I got work tomorrow I don’t need this bullshit.”

“And I hope they’re tight and painful,” Milana added. “God, you make us come here…”

I interrupted her, “For dinner. We make you come here so we can make you dinner, that’s why you need us to wear these?”

Carol looked at me, she was getting angrier by the second. I didn’t understand.

Things were getting tense so Martin moved up and held one of the ball gags. “You know Carol, Milena, if you really want to humiliate the two girls and become true Mistresses these aren’t the way to do it. You should make them take cock in their mouth, not this. This is nothing, just another piece of plastic.” He then dropped it back on the table. “Once they have sucked cock you can start to call them cocksuckers. They will always be cocksuckers. Wouldn’t you like that more?”

The two of them gave off their evil smiles again to each other. “Okay,” Carol told us. “Ask your Mistresses if you could suck the men’s cocks.” We didn’t say anything or move, they were being so mean to us, I didn’t understand what the problem was with them. “Say it!” She yelled.

Vasha spoke up first. I was watching her, she was beautiful. She had long black hair a perfect nose, stunning brown eyes, she was too good for Milana. I know she just wanted to be dating Indian women and Milana just happened to be the first one she met.

“Why should we suck cock for you two,” Vasha told them, “Put that stupid thing in my mouth instead.” She folded her arms.

Milana stood up and walked closer. “Listen, you bitch, you listen to me. Nobody ever listens to me. How loud can I yell, just suck his fucking cock, and you better fucking say please. Just suck it and shut up.” She went to slap her but I intercepted her hand. I held it until Martin released my grip, my nails were starting to dig into her skin.

Milana was loud, I could tell the men thought she was a joke. I looked up at Martin. “Please Mistress can I suck Martin’s cock.”

Carol laughed, she thinks she won.

Milana moved closer to Varsha. “See? What’s the big deal, you’re a fuckin’ girl don’t you want to suck cock?”

Varsha looked at her girlfriend. “Please Mistress can I suck Drake’s cock, can I please?”

Milana had no time to answer, Drake walked between them, pushing her out of the way, and took her hand. Varsha stood up, they kissed, and then they switched places. Martin did the same to me. I kissed him with a loud smack.

We both brought down their pants together, we brought down their briefs. Two cocks were very happy to see us. The two women were behind us watching, but I forgot they existed, the only thing I saw was Martin’s manhood. I fixed my dress and knelt between his legs, feeling my breasts brush up against his knees. I tickled my long nails on his thighs, I moved closer. I was inches away from his hard cock, it was bobbing up and down a little just waiting for some attention.

“Please, Martin. Can I suck your incredible cock?” I smiled up at him.

“You don’t ever, have to ask baby, I want you to do whatever makes you happy.” He ran his fingers through my hair.

“Well this,” I said as I licked his cock, “Will make me very happy.” I put him in my mouth. Vasha and I took our time, we made love to their cocks. I licked and sucked and tickled, I felt every inch of him being bathed by my tongue. I giggled as he talked to me and called my name. I whispered to him, I told him I was loving this. I felt myself starting to build into another incredibly strong orgasm. I put him completely in my mouth and held my breath, then felt his full eight inches sliding in and out of my still red lips. I sucked harder, I wanted to taste my first man. I heard Vasha moaning next to me.

“Wendy, I’m ready to come baby.” I pulled back and smiled. I adjusted my dress and pulled it back down as it had ridden up. I started to jerk him off and I waited for him to shoot. He exhaled and then he came a little bit on my chin and then I engulfed him, I swallowed as he pumped his juice into me. I felt myself start to cum and I played with myself through the pantyhose. I was glad I didn’t have that crazy plastic device on me. I was also ecstatic that I changed into sexier shoes, it made me feel sexier. I wanted to look sexier for a man. I licked him clean and then snuck him back into his jeans. I laid my head on his thighs.