Whatever It Takes Pt. 02: Truth - Sex Stories

Whatever It Takes Pt. 02: Truth

... panties, red, black, pink, yellow, and electric blue.

'Where have my things gone?' I asked.

'I've made some changes,' Sarah said. 'Now get dressed.'

I held up the red lace thong. 'You can't be serious?'

'Completely,' she said.

'But I'm going into the office.'

'And?'

'What if someone sees?'

'How will someone see?' she said, 'unless you're planning on dropping your pants.'

'But...' I said and then shut my idiot mouth.

'Do I need to remind you why we are here, Tom?' she said. 'That had you been capable of keeping your pants on, things might look very different this morning.'

'I'm sorry,' I said.

'I don't want to hear sorry. Now put the fucking thong on.'

I pulled the lace against my legs.

'Wait,' Sarah said. She was behind me and stretched around to clutch at the cage. She tugged at my dicklet to position me, red panties around my ankles and threatening to trip. She ran the flat of her hand against my ass.

'No, no,' she said, 'This won't do.' She led me by the dicklet into the bathroom and, again, reached for the foam and razor.

'Bend,' she said.

I leaned forward as she used the showerhead to rinse and then lather up my back, legs, ass cheeks and crack.

'Hold still,' she said, beginning with my back and then my legs. I trembled as she worked the razor along my thighs. 'Enjoying this, are we?' she said as blood surged, my dicklet filling the cage.

She traced the swell of my ass with the blade. 'Now spread,' she said, and I ...

... reached back, clutched and pulled both cheeks apart.

'Cute,' she said, and ran the thick of her thumb across my starfish. My hole winked and my dicklet ached. 'Hold,' she said as she swiped with the razor working out from the centre to the rise of my ass. She hosed me down with the shower, rubbed cream into my legs and crack, and then finished the job.

She positioned me before the mirror and swept her hand across the smooth of my skin. I shivered, the chill of the morning, the vulnerability of what she had done to me, the thrill of what I might become.

'Pretty,' she said, 'Now dress.'

I pulled the lace against my calves, over my knees, and along my thighs. My dicklet twitched, my dicklet throbbed, my dicklet thrummed.

'Wait,' she said, and scooped up a dribble of precum which had begun to gather at the tip of the cage. She fed it to me and I sucked at her thumb like a starving thing.

'Good girl,' she said.

I pulled the thong on tight, the crotch cupping the cage which, despite my unimpressive size, now bulged obscenely.

'It doesn't fit,' I said.

'Please,' she said, 'There's more than enough room in there for that tiny dicklet.'

The crotch began to darken as my dicklet pulsed and oozed within the tightness of the cage. Sarah sniggered.

'I should take those off you and make you suck them clean,' she said.

My chest fluttered and the cage pulled up as I hardened. My chest fluttered and I began to flush worrying that Sarah might see. But it was ...