Two Weeks After The New Year's Party - Sex Stories

Two Weeks After The New Year's Party

... Jessica.”

“Sammy, I feel so sexy.”

One of the women, a little embarrassed, spoke up. “One moment, madam. We’re so sorry, but we have also been asked to fit this for your master.”

“What's that?” Jessica asked.

I smiled. “It’s a cock cage and anal dildo.” The woman proceeded to fit the device to Jessica. It was a steel cock cage with a rubber ring that went around his cock and balls and a rubber dildo that slipped into his ass. As soon as it was locked in place, the dildo started gently buzzing.

Jessica’s eyes flew open. “Oh my god, Sammy. It's buzzing and moving in inside of me like it's fucking me.”

One of the women hung two keys around Jessica's neck. “Give those to your master, Jessica. They will unlock your cage.”

They left, and I dressed quickly and helped Jessica wobble to her waiting car.

The driver got out. “You’re late Jessica. He’s getting impatient for you.”

“There you are, Jessica” Edward said from the back seat of the car. “Where have you been? I think I’m going to have to teach you a lesson in punctuality by spanking your bottom hard.”

As Jessica fell in the car, I popped my head through the car door. “You will not hurt my husband. Do you hear me?”

“Samantha?” Edward said. “Hello, dear lady. Yes of course. Jessica will be treated as a lady at all times.

Jessica looked up at me. “Thank you,” he mouthed. The door was shut and the car sped away.

I got in my car and drove into town to the Victoria's Secret shop where I set ...

... about looking for new lingerie. I had my new gown for the evening, and the assistant and I were looking at the new collection of panties.

“You need silk black stockings with that gown, madam,” she said. “With our new suspenders from France, very thin very feminine. Would you like to try them on, madam?”

“Can I?”

“Yes, madam.”

I stripped down in a changing room and then the assistant came in. “Take those panties off,” she said.

I took them off.

“The bra, too, please. That's better. Now I can take a good look at what you’re wearing. Hmm. Beautiful. First the suspenders and stockings.”

She helped me pull the silk stockings on and then the suspenders, clipping them and adjusting the length.

“There,” she said. “Don't you look pretty?”

I had to admit they looked wonderful, but I had no panties, no thong, no hipsters. The assistant clicked her fingers, left me, and came back a few minutes later with black French cami knickers, but there was no gusset in them.

“Hmm, yes,” she said. “If I had such a beautiful smooth vagina as you do, I wouldn’t cover it. You look so beautiful. It’s a picture and all it needs is a frame to show it off. When your lover or husband strokes your thighs, his or her fingers will glide up between your soft thighs thinking to find your beautiful pussy enclosed in panties, only to find silk and an open invitation to your beautiful wet pussy.”

She knelt by the side of me, looking in the mirror and slowly stroking my inner thighs.“Can ...