How I became my secretarys sissy secretary. 2
I quickly lept off my desk, and closed the door, as I looked around at my office it looked like a bomb had gone off, with papers s**ttered all around the room, but I knew getting myself more 'decent' was the first priority.
I pulled my cum soaked panties off, and used them to clean my cock as much as I possibly could, then pulled Linda's black panties on.
As they slid up my stockinged legs, I could feel my cock getting harder, not because they were particularly sexy, but because they were LINDA'S panties, which until a few minutes ago, she was wearing.
Soon my cock was fully enclosed by her panties, and I hurriedly put on my 'normal' clothes.
I breathed a sigh of relief when I was fully dressed, knowing that the only people who would know what I was wearing was Linda and I.
I gathered all the papers up from the floor, and put them on my desk, and once I put my cum soaked panties in a drawer, no-one would have known what had just gone in in the office.
I sat behind my desk and stared at the paperwork, and realised that I was in no frame of mind to get on with work.
I knew that Linda had given me an errand to do, so I picked up the note that Linda had left, giving all her measurements, and left my office.
As I walked down the street towards the 'La Perla' shop, I could feel my excitement growing.
Any time I go into a lingerie shop, I feel like a 5yr old in a sweet shop. I know I have many sets of lingerie at home, but looking at the displays of all the lacy, silky things, I always get a thrill.
As a tranny, I can understand why women feel that urge to buy a new outfit, or get another pair of shoes, even though they already have many shoes.
If women realised this, they should want their partner to be a trannie, never again having arguments about buying clothes or how long it takes to get ready.
As I walked past the window display, I could see the lingerie display that Linda had described, and I must admit I had seen them before and wondered if I could find an excuse to buy it for me.
Now I not only had an excuse, I was being ordered to buy them.
As I opened the door, there was a 'ting' as a bell was activated, and I could see there were two youngish girls putting stock out, and chatting, and an older woman behind the desk.
I scan around the shop, loving the sight of all the frillies and sexy lingerie, my cock gave a throb, and I was partially glad that I was wearing Linda's panties, as they were more snug, and keeping my cock under control.
I saw the racks where the lingerie that was in the window were on display.
It is always a thrill when I am touching lingerie, and I can feel my cock getting harder in my (or I should say Linda's) panties.
I checked the sizes, panties, good, size for Linda and me. Suspender belt, good, size for Linda and me. Bra, not good, size was OK for me, but not a size for Linda.
I took my selection over to the desk where the older woman was, and asked if they had the bra in a 38 D.
"I will check" she said as she went into the stockroom.
As I was waiting I became even more aware of the two other girls whispered conversation, and giggling.
I feel myself blushing, wondering I was the topic of the conversation, but no matter how I was feeling embarrassed, I could feel my cock getting harder, pushing against the material of my panties.
The older lady came back into the shop holding a box "you are in luck dear, these had not been put out."
She opened the box, and pulled out one of the bras and put it on the pile of lingerie that I had placed on the counter.
"Zoe, could you put these out" she said to one of the girls, who came over and took the box, and removed the rest of the bras so she put them out on display.
She looked at me, with a smile on her face as she looked at me, and I could hear her friend giggling.
The older woman glared at the giggler, who immediately shut up.
"Do you need any stockings at all?" She asked.
I know at home I have many pairs of stockings, but I am not sure if Linda had, so I selected a couple of pairs of black stockings from the display.
I almost wished the two girls were still chatting as I knew that Linda had given me instructions of what needed to be written on the receipts.
I put the lingerie into two piles and said "could these be paid for separately? "
"Certainly Dear," she said as she rung up the two piles of lingerie and gave me the receipts.
I whispered "could this receipt be...."
She interrupted me "sorry dear, could you speak up."
I could feel myself blushing, I almost wondered if my heart could be heard as it was beating so hard, I spoke a little louder "could this......"
"Sorry you will have to speak up."
I could feel my cock getting so stiff that it was beginning to push past the lacy waistband of my panties, every movement of my body made the lacy material rub against the sensitive underside of my cock.
I could feel I was beginning to sweat but managed to speak up enough that the lady could hear me, but knowing that the two girls could hear me as well "could that receipt be marked that those items are purchased for my secretary, so could be exchanged if necessary."
I heard a laugh from behind me, which was disguised as a cough.
"And these items are for me, so don't need to be exchanged."
I saw the older lady bite her lip as though she was trying to surpress a laugh, and said "certainly sir."
When that was completed, I wanted nothing more than to run out of the shop, but I knew the friction of the lacy waistband of my panties against my cock would almost certainly make me cum. So I had to make a more sedate exit, doing all that I could not to cum, knowing that if I did, my cum would shoot up, soaking my shirt, and even going over my trousers.
Zoe, rushed over and opened the door for me, and said, as I was leaving, "enjoy your purchases............sir."
The way she stressed the word 'sir', I knew she was mocking me, and at that moment I almost came.
As the door shut, I could hear laughter from all of the assistants, could do nothing, but fortunately did not cum. I found a bench that I could sit down, and let my cock subside. When it had softened enough I discretely released it from the waistband of my panties, then made my way back to work.
When I entered my office, Linda was already there, working away.
She looked up at me, and saw I was holding a couple of packages and said " did you do your errand?"
I nodded, and put one of the packages on her desk. She opened it to see the contents, and read what was written on the receipt, and nodded with a smile on her face. "And yours?"
I handed her the other package and she inspected the contents and receipt, then handed it back to me. "I suppose we should get on with some work."
Went to my desk, and the rest of the day was quite mundane, with the occasional thought crossing my mind that Linda wasn't wearing any panties, because I was wearing them.
We got to the end of the day with our normal goodbyes, as though nothing had happened, and I went home.
When I got into my house, Jane was waiting for me and asked "did you have a good day, dear?"
There was no point trying to hid anything, as I didn't know if Linda had told her anyway.
As I started saying how Linda had ordered me to strip, her hands began to stroke under her skirt, pushing the hem of her skirt higher, revealing her stocking tops. My cock was throbbing at the sight of my wife's lingerie.
When I said that Linda had mounted my face and made me lick her until she was satisfied, Jane's fingers slipped under her panties, and could hear them wetly entering her pussy, as she played with herself, her hips thrusting forward in rhythm of her excitement.
When I told her of me 'wetting my knickers' and borrowing Linda's panties, Jane told me to drop my trousers, to show the panties I was wearing.
I heard Jane gasp, as she came, looking at me in Linda's panties. As her body shuddered, with the aftermath of her orgasm, she reached over and started stroking my cock through my panties, and giggled "you seem to have a problem with wetting your knickers."
I looked down and I could see a large damp patch, caused by my cock leaking pre-cum.
Her fingers started stroking her pussy again, whilst wanking my cock.
I was wishing she would tell me to fuck her, or at least take my cock out of my panties, and suck my cock, but she seemed more intent in teasing me, and pleasuring herself.
I saw her cum at lest two more times, before she had satisfied her pleasure, and she stopped playing with my cock.
"Mmmm, that was nice" she said as she took her hand out of her panties and put her fingers in her mouth to lick her juices off them. "Now go upstairs and get dressed, I have laid your uniform out, and make sure you look pretty."
Most times when I get home I wear something feminine, and some lipstick and eyeshadow, but as she was telling me to look pretty it meant that I was to put even more effort at looking feminine.
I walked up the stairs wondering what was to come......
To be continued.
Comments appreciated.
I pulled my cum soaked panties off, and used them to clean my cock as much as I possibly could, then pulled Linda's black panties on.
As they slid up my stockinged legs, I could feel my cock getting harder, not because they were particularly sexy, but because they were LINDA'S panties, which until a few minutes ago, she was wearing.
Soon my cock was fully enclosed by her panties, and I hurriedly put on my 'normal' clothes.
I breathed a sigh of relief when I was fully dressed, knowing that the only people who would know what I was wearing was Linda and I.
I gathered all the papers up from the floor, and put them on my desk, and once I put my cum soaked panties in a drawer, no-one would have known what had just gone in in the office.
I sat behind my desk and stared at the paperwork, and realised that I was in no frame of mind to get on with work.
I knew that Linda had given me an errand to do, so I picked up the note that Linda had left, giving all her measurements, and left my office.
As I walked down the street towards the 'La Perla' shop, I could feel my excitement growing.
Any time I go into a lingerie shop, I feel like a 5yr old in a sweet shop. I know I have many sets of lingerie at home, but looking at the displays of all the lacy, silky things, I always get a thrill.
As a tranny, I can understand why women feel that urge to buy a new outfit, or get another pair of shoes, even though they already have many shoes.
If women realised this, they should want their partner to be a trannie, never again having arguments about buying clothes or how long it takes to get ready.
As I walked past the window display, I could see the lingerie display that Linda had described, and I must admit I had seen them before and wondered if I could find an excuse to buy it for me.
Now I not only had an excuse, I was being ordered to buy them.
As I opened the door, there was a 'ting' as a bell was activated, and I could see there were two youngish girls putting stock out, and chatting, and an older woman behind the desk.
I scan around the shop, loving the sight of all the frillies and sexy lingerie, my cock gave a throb, and I was partially glad that I was wearing Linda's panties, as they were more snug, and keeping my cock under control.
I saw the racks where the lingerie that was in the window were on display.
It is always a thrill when I am touching lingerie, and I can feel my cock getting harder in my (or I should say Linda's) panties.
I checked the sizes, panties, good, size for Linda and me. Suspender belt, good, size for Linda and me. Bra, not good, size was OK for me, but not a size for Linda.
I took my selection over to the desk where the older woman was, and asked if they had the bra in a 38 D.
"I will check" she said as she went into the stockroom.
As I was waiting I became even more aware of the two other girls whispered conversation, and giggling.
I feel myself blushing, wondering I was the topic of the conversation, but no matter how I was feeling embarrassed, I could feel my cock getting harder, pushing against the material of my panties.
The older lady came back into the shop holding a box "you are in luck dear, these had not been put out."
She opened the box, and pulled out one of the bras and put it on the pile of lingerie that I had placed on the counter.
"Zoe, could you put these out" she said to one of the girls, who came over and took the box, and removed the rest of the bras so she put them out on display.
She looked at me, with a smile on her face as she looked at me, and I could hear her friend giggling.
The older woman glared at the giggler, who immediately shut up.
"Do you need any stockings at all?" She asked.
I know at home I have many pairs of stockings, but I am not sure if Linda had, so I selected a couple of pairs of black stockings from the display.
I almost wished the two girls were still chatting as I knew that Linda had given me instructions of what needed to be written on the receipts.
I put the lingerie into two piles and said "could these be paid for separately? "
"Certainly Dear," she said as she rung up the two piles of lingerie and gave me the receipts.
I whispered "could this receipt be...."
She interrupted me "sorry dear, could you speak up."
I could feel myself blushing, I almost wondered if my heart could be heard as it was beating so hard, I spoke a little louder "could this......"
"Sorry you will have to speak up."
I could feel my cock getting so stiff that it was beginning to push past the lacy waistband of my panties, every movement of my body made the lacy material rub against the sensitive underside of my cock.
I could feel I was beginning to sweat but managed to speak up enough that the lady could hear me, but knowing that the two girls could hear me as well "could that receipt be marked that those items are purchased for my secretary, so could be exchanged if necessary."
I heard a laugh from behind me, which was disguised as a cough.
"And these items are for me, so don't need to be exchanged."
I saw the older lady bite her lip as though she was trying to surpress a laugh, and said "certainly sir."
When that was completed, I wanted nothing more than to run out of the shop, but I knew the friction of the lacy waistband of my panties against my cock would almost certainly make me cum. So I had to make a more sedate exit, doing all that I could not to cum, knowing that if I did, my cum would shoot up, soaking my shirt, and even going over my trousers.
Zoe, rushed over and opened the door for me, and said, as I was leaving, "enjoy your purchases............sir."
The way she stressed the word 'sir', I knew she was mocking me, and at that moment I almost came.
As the door shut, I could hear laughter from all of the assistants, could do nothing, but fortunately did not cum. I found a bench that I could sit down, and let my cock subside. When it had softened enough I discretely released it from the waistband of my panties, then made my way back to work.
When I entered my office, Linda was already there, working away.
She looked up at me, and saw I was holding a couple of packages and said " did you do your errand?"
I nodded, and put one of the packages on her desk. She opened it to see the contents, and read what was written on the receipt, and nodded with a smile on her face. "And yours?"
I handed her the other package and she inspected the contents and receipt, then handed it back to me. "I suppose we should get on with some work."
Went to my desk, and the rest of the day was quite mundane, with the occasional thought crossing my mind that Linda wasn't wearing any panties, because I was wearing them.
We got to the end of the day with our normal goodbyes, as though nothing had happened, and I went home.
When I got into my house, Jane was waiting for me and asked "did you have a good day, dear?"
There was no point trying to hid anything, as I didn't know if Linda had told her anyway.
As I started saying how Linda had ordered me to strip, her hands began to stroke under her skirt, pushing the hem of her skirt higher, revealing her stocking tops. My cock was throbbing at the sight of my wife's lingerie.
When I said that Linda had mounted my face and made me lick her until she was satisfied, Jane's fingers slipped under her panties, and could hear them wetly entering her pussy, as she played with herself, her hips thrusting forward in rhythm of her excitement.
When I told her of me 'wetting my knickers' and borrowing Linda's panties, Jane told me to drop my trousers, to show the panties I was wearing.
I heard Jane gasp, as she came, looking at me in Linda's panties. As her body shuddered, with the aftermath of her orgasm, she reached over and started stroking my cock through my panties, and giggled "you seem to have a problem with wetting your knickers."
I looked down and I could see a large damp patch, caused by my cock leaking pre-cum.
Her fingers started stroking her pussy again, whilst wanking my cock.
I was wishing she would tell me to fuck her, or at least take my cock out of my panties, and suck my cock, but she seemed more intent in teasing me, and pleasuring herself.
I saw her cum at lest two more times, before she had satisfied her pleasure, and she stopped playing with my cock.
"Mmmm, that was nice" she said as she took her hand out of her panties and put her fingers in her mouth to lick her juices off them. "Now go upstairs and get dressed, I have laid your uniform out, and make sure you look pretty."
Most times when I get home I wear something feminine, and some lipstick and eyeshadow, but as she was telling me to look pretty it meant that I was to put even more effort at looking feminine.
I walked up the stairs wondering what was to come......
To be continued.
Comments appreciated.
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