Part 4.

Leona and I were waiting for some other gurls to arrive to be able to spend a few hours just enjoying being feminine and some of the fun to be had when dressed.

“Perhaps you two might like to change your skirts to something else then you won’t get stains on your own.” Sofia offered. As she opened a wardrobe packed full of dresses, skirts, blouses and heels. The heels varied in height from flats to six inch spikes. She looked at us and chose us a skirt, that wasn’t much more than a wide belt. “You might like to try one of your suspender belts and stockings.” She added.

I decided to do just that, I had removed my skirt and wrapped a belt round my my waist, my hold ups were with my skirt. I rolled a stocking up one leg, I was about to fasten it when Leona whispered

“Put the straps inside your panties, it’s  easier after to remove them.”

“Good thinking.” I whispered back. I took my panties off put my new stockings on and attached them, replaced my panties. I attached the wrap around skirt that only just reached my stocking tops, Leona’s was shorter, or she pulled it up. Not only were her stocking tops on show, so we’re the suspender straps and her panties.

A little later two men arrived both carrying bulging shoulder bags.

“Oh goodie we have new gurls to meet Susie.” The first through the door uttered.

“Hello I’m Susie and this is Mandy.”

“Hello I’m Carole and this gorgeous lady is Leona.” I replied.

“Let us change to our alter egos and say hello properly.” Mandy suggested.

Both of them took off their outer clothing, leaving them both wearing very pretty undies. Taking items from their bags they inserted breast forms to almost overfill their breast cups. Wigs followed then they sat at a table each and began applying their makeup. With their backs to us, it was obvious Mandy was wearing a thong, with the string lost between her glorious round bottom. Both gurls were quite adept at applying makeup. They finished by teasing their wigs. Taking a form fitting green dress Mandy stepped into it and pulled it up, slipped her arms into the sleeves she zipped up the front. Oh wow it certainly showed off her curves and the suspender bumps. Susie chose a sweater and tartan wrap around skirt that opened as she walked towards me.

“Now let’s try for the proper hello.” Susie took my hands and coaxed me to stand, her arms went round me as she pulled me closer. Our lips met and our lipstick mixed. I felt her tongue pressing against my lips. I opened my mouth and allowed her access. I could also feel her hardness pressing into me. Mine was pressing back at her. As our lips locked and our tongues entwined we moved slowly to the bed, we finished laid side by side still kissing, now our fingers were exploring each other. As we came up for air I whispered.

“There is an opening ready for the tartan army, if they rise to meet the challenge.”

“The tartan army is ready to engage in action.” Susie giggled, as she moved me onto my back. She eased my panties down and left them dangling off one leg. I was now laying flat on my back. I lifted my legs exposing my puckered rose bud to Susie grabbed some lubricant as she knelt between spread legs, I in position as if I was about to give birth. I felt the cold lubricant gel first on my ring then being squirted inside me. The pressure was next pushing hard the tartan army broke through. I gasped as she invaded me gradually getting greater penetration until she could go no further. Susie made strategic withdrawals and inroads getting faster and faster. We were close to the final battle when Sofia returned.

“Ah I see you 4 have introduced yourselves already.” She uttered.

I glanced over to see Mandy fervently bobbing her head up and down in Leona’s lap.

I looked at Sofia and indicated she could use my mouth. Kneeling on the bed she offered her cock to my lips, which I greedily accepted. Less than a month and I’d turned into a complete cum slut. Sofia must have been close to cumming as she soon provided my tummy with another load. Seeing my mouth full of Sofia’s cream and my tartan army unleashed a salvo of creamy projectiles straight towards my prostrate. Susie slid out of the slippery haven her cock called home. She lay face down on the bed gasping. I wasn’t finished. My own army of little wriggly soldiers needed fight back, I pulled Susie tiny panties off throwing them somewhere. Using the remains of Sofia’s cream I let it dribble of my mouth between Susie’s cheeks lubricating the pink rose bud.

Moving her stocking clad legs apart I climbed behind her. I gazed down at the ribbon holding her high leg panties and with a quick movement I had it undone. Now my target was in site aiming my leaking cock at her pink pucker glistening with some of Sofia’s cum. I pressed home soon I was in our love eggs touching as I was buried deep. I whispered in Susie’s ear.

“ I’m repelling the tartan army, and soon her core will be awash my soldiers, all wriggling and surrounding her pleasure centre.”

I know it was too soon for me as I pummelled her boi pussy, the velvet glove like feel soon had me feeling the spinal tingling. I swelled, I throbbed, I pumped my life giving elixir deep inside Susie. We both made moans of pleasure, as she felt my hot juices invading her.

“Now you two have finished playing your war games, please move over so Mandy and I can play, mummies and daddy’s.

Susie and I got off the bed while Mandy played daddy first in the missionary position. Then Leona stayed on her back while Mandy impaled herself on Leona. Her deflated cock dribbling cum into Leona’s tummy button. I must remember to lick that clean before we go home tonight.

With the five of us now spent of cum. We chatted, Mandy and Susie worked in the city and high up in finance. Eventually they had to leave. They removed all their femme clothes and makeup. They showered in an en-suite bathroom. When they left they were dressed as city gents. Sofia opened up to us explaining how she owned the shop.

My grandmother owned the shop, she wanted to pass it to my mother. My parents fought a lot, my father drank most of his wages. My mother left him I can’t remember how old I was, my grandmother took me in to keep me safe. My father drank himself to death. My mother never returned and still hasn’t. If she is still alive! I grew up helping my grandmother in the shop at weekends. It was all totally innocent, until my grandmother told I should no longer help the ladies with their personal items of intimacy, as she put it. I just help restocking the shelves etc. My first introduction to actually wearing feminine clothes came when she fell in the shop and broke her ankle, the suggestion was that I take on a female persona to serve her customers so as not to embarrass them. She helped and guided me on underwear, very basic to start, longish skirts thick stockings and neck high blouses. I borrowed a wig from one of the mannequins. As I grew my skirts got shorter my own hair grew but my body hair never developed, I didn’t know at the time my face and body creams had added hair remover mixed in, my sneaky grandmother’s doing, I left school with high qualifications, I gained a degree in book keeping. I was now dressing every day even when the shop was closed. I started buying sexier items to retail. I noticed a few single gentlemen call in to purchase those types of items.

My dear grandmother now old and frail passed away, leaving the shop to me, she told me I was a perfect granddaughter and hoped I’d stay that way. She knew of my passion for lingerie, well I guess she watched it grow. The dressing service developed from that. One day a gentleman walked in and asked to buy an underwear set, when he told me the size, it was obviously for him. I told him we had the sizes he requested and would he like to try them on, I have changing rooms and as it was near closing time, I’d close the shop so he wouldn’t be disturbed. He nervously jumped at the offer. I pointed out the changing rooms while I locked the shop door. I returned to the changing room with a bra, panties and suspender belt. He was totally naked with his erection  glistening with his seminal fluid. I told him the fluid might stain the panties. He offered to pay for them whatever the fit. I told him I had another idea. I took hold of him and started to stroke his already engorged cock. He was gasp for breath as he throbbed in my hand. I reached for some tissues and had just started to tell him to spurt into the tissues, he was so turned on his first spurt hit my nose. The second and third hit my lips and tongue. The taste was something I’d never had before, but I knew I wanted it again. I took his cock into my mouth only half of it and sucked and stroked until he gasped and cried no more, I’m drained. I used my fingers to scoop the emission from my nose and licked them clean. When he had regained his composure I asked if he was still interested in the underwear. He told me he was. We spent the next hour trying on different styles and colours, he told me he wanted them all but had nowhere to keep them away from prying eyes. I offered to store them in the empty flat above. That’s when I thought of starting a dressing service. You would be surprised if you knew how many of your  neighbours have tried on their wife’s underwear.

Leona interrupted, “Carole and I are neighbours and at the end of her garden is four sheds joined together, the other three are all cross dressers. I’m the only one of the five who hasn’t got to wear falsies in their bras.”

“Two of six, my boobs are all my own, perhaps with a little surgical help.” Sofia added.

To continue I had the smallest bedroom converted to a wet room the second room I had wardrobes built. The furniture delivery guys cursed when I bought the super king bed. Until they saw the fire escape that I had to have in case the shop caught fire. I have a builder friend who does all the work for free as long as he is dressed feminine while he works. She’s laddered several pairs of stockings and tights while working. Well that’s about it really. Sofia finished.

“What about the very first gentleman you gave oral sex to?” I asked.

“He still visits occasionally but doesn’t want to accidentally bump into anyone he knows, or knows him.” Sofia answered.

“Is that likely?” Leona asked.

“Yes it’s possible, in fact two of his colleagues use my service. You might know them yourselves.” Sofia grinned.

“You don’t mean, not Mandy and Susie?” I gasped stunned at the thought.

“The very same, now perhaps down to business.  the suspender belts they wholesale at £11 each the stockings are 4 @ £4 & 2 @ £5 for fully fashioned

That totals £92 minus the amount given by Mandy and Susie for a wonderful evening they paid me £50 each. I have added 2 pairs of every day tan stockings one each. So you owe me nothing and if you call again next week. You just might go home with more free lingerie.

Will Leona and Carole return, will they take Tracy, Nigella and Davina with them? Who knows. What would you do?

TvCarole

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