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Or wait a minute, I'll tell you about your today's duties and agenda.
Sir told me, as I headed for the door.
I stopped.
I need a classy lady ready to go to a very classy restaurant tonight. Sir said. He looked me over from top to toe, in my stockings, a little light headed, with my ass full of his semen and my little clitty erect.
We may need a whore later, but whores pretend that they are ladies at the beginning, because men always want make them into whores, to unsure themselves, that they are irresistible and a lady will do anything for them. The clothes Tanya bought you will probably be delivered soon. Answer the door bell and take them. At 10:00 a lady will come to beautify you and get you ready for tonight. You are allowed to talk to her, it's needed for your training and for making you very attractive in a certain way. If anyone else comes, knock and I will tell you, what to do. Now put on a bathrobe too hide your fucked up ass and that horny pee-pee.
I put a pink robe on, made of satin, not very warm but the temperature in the appartement was comfortable. At ten the lady came to get my beautification.
Hi, I'm Clara, she said. She examined my face, then I undressed, so she could examine my figure. Mistress Tanya described you to me., so I already have something on my mind. I also asked her, to buy certain clothes for you to wear. And I think, the idea was right, , we'll make you a kind of Snow White, my dear. You'll be as adorable as is demanded from your, well, husband?
He is my boyfriend I replied, blushing.
It's a great thing you can blush. Me is too old and bad to do such a thing, laughed Clara., Let's go to the bathrom.
There she looked me over, shaved a few spots and put some cream on me, perhaps a depilatory..
Let's clean your bottom, said Clara, inside, so that something nasty won't happen. I bent over, she gave me an enema, and we repeated whole procedure a few times. Then I showered, washed and dried myself..
The door bell rang. I put on my robe and answered, hoping my clitty was not peeking from underneath. It was the clothes bought from Tanya. I changed my batrobe, immediately finding another one in there , more
suitable for our activities.
Then Clara painted my nails. Silver.
When she was done the ends of my fingers looked very classy, cold and sexy so I looked at them again and again. She painted my toes The same color .
We are planning on wearing pumps, sweetie, so they probably wouldn't show. But it doesn't matter. Anything can happen. And a lady cannot be half done.
While my nails and toes were drying., Clara run her fingers through my hair. I felt like she was inspected every single hair.
'It looks pretty good, rich and shiny, she said. The dark hair will
contrast beautifully with the cold silver and your pale skin. It also goes with your shy smile and the dreamy look in your eyes.
Then she began to apply some foundation to my face. She made it a little paler. She moved on to my eyes and continued with the silver. Less color on the inside of my eyes and more, more pronounced on the other side. The eyeliner was black, so she continued the blacck and silver antagonism to achieved desired effect. And she highlighted it even more like this way with heavy mascara, making my lashes long, dark and full. She even applied some black to my eyebrows. and put some blush to my cheek bonse. It looked like I was permanently blushing slightly. Carla then got my lips painted to the very light pink, and covered them with a nice lip gloss to make them glow a little bit.
Then the dressing process began. Carla pulled out a corset, that was in one of the packages from Tanya. It had red bra cups, the rest was lavender and had straps to attach
stockings. I put on the corset and Carla laced me into it. I held onto my bed and Carla puelled the laces a bit tighter I was pretty restricted, but was felt nice, my boy hips stuck out more and my waist was very thin. Probably I looked less than a little femboy and more ladylike.
Carla handed me black stockings with laced tops with silver fibres in,.
I slid them on and hooked them to the garter straps. Next were panties, crimson red, with a little triangle in front and the rest were nothing to speak of.. The dress was white and silver, with an ankle lenth skirt. It reminded me of a snowy land with milions of silver flashes as the snow reflects sun rays. On one side of the skirt there was a slit up to my waist revealing everything, A garter belt and the panties were clearly visible here and then as I moved, the redness of the panties must have caught everyone's attention and make one's imagination quite wild. The top had spaghetti straps,, low cleavage, and seemed to hide tiny girly boobies,
Over I wore a thing made of almost nothing, probably could be cald silk shirt or jacket. The silver ear rings to my ears and shoes, , 4 inch stiletto heeled pumps, shiny silver, in which you could probably see your reflection
were the final touch.,
OK let's go to present you to your friend.
She knocked and we came in.
Wel, Sir, here is your girlfriend, it was quite easy, to make her like that, innocent and hot, Clara. said
Or a virgin and a whore in one, said Sir. You're right, but you did a great job, she is perfect for the purpose. And for that purpose she is to become my beloved wife.
I looked at him, breathless.
Just for tonight and maybe other day, princess, but I think it will make you the happiest little sisy in the world.
Oh, I'll marry her if you'll let me have her, sir, Clara said, I love her, I love that face, very interesting and mysterious , when one
cannot be sure, if it's a sweet little boy, or sweet little girl.
but everyone will want to find it out, I'm sure. She smiled, pushed her hand through the slit and carressed my clitty. But whatever a gentleman will find, he'll want it, no doubt about it.
You are absolutely right and you have done a great job. I wish that little tease would scream right here and right now. with my penis in her But ok, I'm a businessman too and not just the old pervert.
I think, you'll have your reward in the bank soon. Thank you again and I
think, I'll use your services again. And Tanya has arranged the few visits for Lucy, to learn, What'simportant for her. Be beautiful and fuckable.
Clara smiled, kissed me on a cheek and left.
Well, princess. You've been beautified because you have a special assignement tonight. We have some appoitment in a restaurant. Me, you, my wife for tonight, a man ahis wife. The man is very ugly, sleazy type, very old, I am not sure, but he is probably in his nineties, or at least he looks it. You're gonna be very nice to him, because I need it. Understand?
Yes Sir, I said , looking at him lovingly, unable to get enough of his presence.
Let him do anything, now or then, you can be sure, he'll find opportunities. There is also a dance floor in the restaurant, you'll never refuse to
dance with him.. And you'll give him your phone number, The card is in your purse .. You'll do it very discretely, so your husband and his wife will not suspect anything. I know you're a smart girl and you'll do it perfectly, although I really do not understand, why he thinks that a young lady, married to a man like me, rich and with big cock wants to be fucked by him. .
He kissed me lightly, I melted into his strong arms, and felt so vulnerable with him, so small but so safe, I was his. Around 5 p.m Sir said, that we are leaving in 10 minutes. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I was really perfect, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. From shiny dark hair, in page boy style, down the silvery-black eyes, silver top and silvery-black bottom, with flashes of Victoria Secret's red that probably was covering up some Lucy Secret. I giggled. I grabbed a small silver purse which Clara has filled , surely on Sir's recommendation. I peeked inside, condomes, lube, tissues, two boxes with pills, on the first was written: To be friendly, on the other was written: To be properly hard.. A few cards with a name Lucy and a phone number. Sir was wearing a tuxedo, white shirt and a red tie. I couldn't ook
away from him. I felt so in love with him, So hansome, so sexy, big, great and great. And I was his wife.
Come on, dear, Sir said.
There was a a real Rolls-Royce waiting outside the mansion. We droved
very slowly down in the town and eventually arrived at a restaurant, that looked like a kind where gamblers spent thousands on dinner and
champagne after losing thousands at the casino. We walked in, me on my now husband's right, My pam on his forearm, lightly stroking him with my index finger trying not to looked like
a sissy in love, i really was..
The waiter took us to our table. The other couple was already sitting there. A very old man stood up, full of enthusiasm . He was truly over 90. His wife was much younger, in her sixties , very pretty even for her age, a really classy lady in
a simple dress but with the posture that made her a queen of every event. She had a very stern look on her face, I became afraid of her because I was about to flirt with his husband. And as I understood flirting was only the beginning.
The old man was probably very rich, but it didn't show in his appearance. Everything about him looked a little flimsy, dingy, dirty. He was repulsive, when he smiled, yellow teeth appeared, a few were missing. An old homeless man in a wrong place. I offered him my hand. He took it with both hands, he kissed it and stroked it a lot. His wife kissed me french way. Sir shooked the old man's hand and kissed his wife's hand. His name was August and she was Beatrice. I hope you like my choice, this restaurant I like a lot, August said , looking at me with lust and that repulsive smile. I looked down at the table, and glanced at August now and then, if he caught my gaze, I quickly lowered my eyes , if not, I gazed at him, trying to make my gaze to be full of admiration, I also opened my mouth slightly. I tried to look like a little girl in a candy store. Sir was obviously watching my game, and played along. He Looked at me angrily again and again. Beatrice was watching everything as well, probably thinking nothing. She knew her husband.
But anyway she examined me very closely, my dress, my face, my manners.
I excused myself, got up and went to the bathroom. After I freshened up and came out, August was there.
Oh, there are you , my dear Lucy, I would like to escort you to our table. A beauty like you cannot be alone, bad guys would love to molest you.
And he pressed himself against me, Sliding his hand through the slit of my skirt on my thigh and running it up and down. He began to breathe
faster. I'm sure you know little about lovemaking, I would like to teach you. I'll buy you nice presents. Skimpy little dresses, . I have plenty of money and I can take care of dolls like you. Your
sweet pussy will be so happy whispered to my ear.
I sighed, put my hand on his shoulder and whispered: Oh Mr August, you're so naughty, you're a beast, , but I'm married
And your wife.. And I'm not sure you can really like me, because I'm not... I'm a little...
He pressed his lips to mine, I felt his tongue on my lips,, I didn't open them, but I started breathing fast. I run my hands all over his back, then embraced him, moved my head to his shoulder and whispered, oh August, we cannot, here, my husband willl be angry, he's very bad to me.
My poor,, poor baby, said August with his hand on my ass , under the skirt. I'll be your daddy, I'll be very good to you.
The truth was, that I was strangely aroused by it, he was really repulsive, with the teeth, the strange smell, I smelled when old things were stored somewhere. But there was his lust, his eagerness and and that he was acting like this because of me. He was man for that matter, and I was a girl, who lived her life for male's attention. Although he certainly would treat every woman under 30 the same way to convince her to fuck him.
We have to come back, he will ask, he will hit me, I started to cry.
I immediately regreted those words, so childish, I couldn't fool anyone. But I found out on the spot that it was appropriate. His eyes lit up.
Yes, sweetheart, we must go back . Don't worry, cutie. I'll be nice to you and your stupid husband will be sorry.
It was so great , I was considered a little girl and could act like one. I didn't need to think, when I was beutiful, everything was fine. Who could ask for anything from a sweet little girl but one thing. To show my sweet pussy and my sweet clitty, when Daddy asks.
I started looking forward to being with this old man and being nice to him and getting nice things. Such a relief, to be a little sissy and just do as she was told. We went back to the table.
I have met your beutiful wife, Augustus told Sir. She's lost , well it
complicated here for that poor child. I smiled shyly, looked at Sir and said, sorry, my dear, I couldn't find my way back, I'm so glad , Mr. Augustus helped me. It was very kind
of him. Beatrice grinned.
Then Sir said me to go out with him. There was a secluded place attached to the restaurant, apparently for some reason.
Sir took me roughly to his arms, kissed me hungrily and then said On yor knees. He glanced to his left and there stood Augustus, trying to hide in the shadows. I started to cry, Please, dear I don't... He slapped me and said Didn't you hear me, bitch? Get on your knees, pull out my cock and suck it, I'm horny. I want my wwife to give me a head.
I cried, I knelt and unzipped his fly. When I pulled out that beautiful cock, I felt dizzy, I smelled my husband's musk, I held his huge cock, and I was still crying, but it was because I was aware of my own self, I could feel the altered state of my own being., There was the one who used to be lonely, unhappy male, trying to pretend to be a female. Now there was whole new persona, Kneeling there.
The wife of this specimen of a male beast, Doing her duties. It was me in beautiful dress, in a position that was now so natural to me. I served him, I wanted to serve him, anything for him, felt I was his, I felt strong feelings of devotion, they went from my brain to the tips of my toes, my nipples and my clitty harden and as I started to swallow, i whispered to him, to his cock I love you.
Sir of course held my head tightly and started fucking my head as he did before and like he liked it, without mercy, like a true beast, that is needy and knows, the sissy in front of him is only there to made him cum. I was breathless, gagging , fucked, raped, feeling pure lust and love and I would have let him fuck me even in the restaurant, in front of the waiters and Beatrice Just to show them I'm my husband's devoted wife, desperately want to submit. The last thrust came and I was hit his fat belly, whimpering there as he filled me an I was receiving. He pumped his load into my belly and then withdraw his cock. He cleaned it in my hair I knelt there, watched that lovely cock disappear into his pants. i coughed and brethed deeply, tears streaming down my face