The Erotica of Al X : Orion Dog - Episode 1
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Summary: After Rick's wife catches him masturbating, she turns him into a sissy husband.
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"His First Day As a Sissy"
by Al X
Some may think reaching his fifties would have signaled the end of his sex life, but Rick felt like he was still in prime. Sex with his wife may have slowed down, but his sex drive was still strong. On the days he didn't have marital sex, he jerked off - and usually by fantasizing about women in sexy panties. Sometimes he thought of the tight asses and exposed thongs of the young girls he saw around town, but he fantasized about his wife just as frequently. True, Annie had put on weight over the years, but he liked her body. Her tits were full, her ass round and fleshy, and even her thick thighs were a turn-on. What excited him most was to see her in panties. And not just the sexy Victoria's Secret thong she wore on special occasions. He was equally turned on to see her in old silk panties, full bottom panties that spread across her wide ass.
Her panties were such a fascination that he sometimes took them out of her panty drawer to smell while he jerked off. Over the years he had wanted to confess his fetish to her, but it was too embarrassing. He was afraid she would think less of him. But one day the truth came out.
He was in the upstairs bathroom masturbating to the brand new Victoria's Secret catalog, his cock hard as he fantasized about the models wearing panties and thongs. The blond in the second skin hipsters had a perfect ass. The brunette in the satin lace-up hip-hugger was deliciously fuckable. He was almost ready to cum when the door opened. Shit! He hadn't locked it.
"I didn't know you were-" His wife looked at him sitting on the toilet, the catalog open on the floor, his legs spread, his hand on his fully erect cock. She was flustered. "I'm- I'm sorry." She backed out and closed the door.
He couldn't finish. Already he was going limp. He cursed himself for his carelessness, but his wife was out shopping when he entered the bathroom and he hadn't heard her return home. He pulled up his pants, washed his hands, and headed out the bathroom. He could see down the hallway into the bedroom, where his wife sat on the bed, staring out the window.
He didn't know what to say. They had never discussed his masturbation before, although she surely must have suspected he did it. He stood by the bed and stared at her back. "I'm sorry," was the best he could come up with.
"Don't be." She lowered her head and looked down at the floor. "It's no big deal."
He walked around till to her side of the bed, and knelt on the floor.
"It's natural for you to want to look at all those young pretty models." She was wearing a pink house dress that came to just above her knees; she raised it a bit to show him her chubby thighs. "Who wants to look at fat old me."
"I love your body," he told her. "Honestly."
"And who would want to look at my frumpy old underwear?" Annie spread her fat thighs to offer a wide view of her old pink panties stretched tight against her crotch.
He placed his hands on her knees. "I get turned on when I see you in your panties, even your old panties."
"Do you ever think of my panties when you masturbate."
"Yes," he told her, feeling funny talking about it now. "Sometimes."
A strange forcefulness arose in her voice: "Do you ever do more than think about them?" She let her hand run along her inner thigh. "Do you ever take them out of my drawer?"
His erection was returning. He stared at her thighs under the dress, and her dark patch peeking through the silk panty. He was mesmerized by the strong tone in her voice. "Yes," he told her, suspecting that she already knew the answer.
"And what do you do with them?" Her finger ran over the crotch of her panties. There was something almost trancelike about the moment. "Tell me what you do with my panties."
"I take them out and put them around myself. Around my penis."
"Your cock?" The word sounded slutty coming from her, but he knew she relished saying it.
"Yes, my cock. I rub the silk against cock."
"And do you ever wear my panties?" Her finger ran along the crack of her lips.
"Yes," he admitted, transfixed by the scene. He moved his hand to his groin and rubbed himself through his pants.
"You wear my panties? Like a sissy?"
"Yes. Sometimes." He watched as her panties dampened. Some of the fabric stuck in her crack; he yearned to remove it with his mouth.
"And what about the panties in the hamper - my dirty, stinking panties? What do you do with them?"
He lowered himself, moving forward until his head was over her knees. "Sometimes I take them out and smell them." It felt good to finally confess his secret. It felt even better to move closer to her pantied pussy. He could see the stitching in her crotch band, and the wet spot, too. "I put them up to my nose and inhale your smell."
"The smell of my cunt?"
He moved closer to her crotch, rubbing his chin against her inner thigh.
"Yes, the smell of your cunt." He rubbed his nose against her panty's crotch. "It gets my cock hard to smell your cunt."
"Sometimes my dirty panties are so nasty." She fell back on the bed, keeping her legs spread wide.
"Those are my favorite, the ones stained with your pussy juices." He pressed his face full against her now, pushing his nose through the fabric into her crack, her lips fully wet.
"And do you ever taste them?" She lifted her ass to push her groin against his face.
He stuck out his tongue and licked her panty. "I lick the crotch of them - the dirty, nasty stains." He licked again, letting his tongue dig deep into her lips. "Sometimes they're still wet."
"My panties are wet now," she told him. "Make me cum in my panties."
And he gladly did. He licked her through the panty, then pushed the leg band aside to get at her cunt. He licked her pussy lips, then tongue-fucked her while his index finger reached inside her. Her legs closed as she started to climax, her thighs collapsing around his head. He found it hard to breath, but he kept working her pussy. He licked her and fingered her. When she started to buck, he went at her more furiously.
She moaned and cried out, and then told him to stop. "Enough, enough, I'm done." She pushed his head away with her foot, then tried to catch her breath. Her chest was heaving and it took minutes for her to settle down. He waited, still kneeling, turned on like never before.
After he stood up, she looked up at him and said: "Show me?"
"What?"
"Go in my drawer and get my baby blue nylon panties; I know they're your favorite." As he obeyed her, she taunted him. "Are you a little panty boy? Shall I buy you cotton panties for Christmas? And give you your own panty drawer."
He felt humiliated, but he was too excited to care. He brought the old blue panty over, stripped off his pants, then wrapped the panty around his cock.
"No, I want to see you wear it."
These were the old panties she had worn when she was pregnant, so they fit him nicely. She had wanted to throw them out but he had made her keep them. Now he was wearing them, and the silk felt warm against his skin. His cock pointed up, hard and long.
She was sitting up now. "You look so pretty, panty boy. Now make yourself cum." It was an order. She had never been forceful or dominant, but she was certainly in command of the situation. "Fill your panty with your cum."
It didn't take long. He stroked himself, then squeezed his balls, and soon he felt the rush of the release. Hot globs of cum filled the silk, soaking through the fabric.
"How does that feel?" she asked.
"Good. Nice."
"Get used to it. You're going to wear those cum-filled panties until I tell you to take them off."
"But they're all w-"
"No buts." She fixed her dress to cover her crotch. "You wanted to be a panty-wearing sissy, and I'm going to see to it. Understand?"
Actually he didn't understand Annie's sudden display of dominance, but he welcomed it. Standing there in cum-soaked panties, on his first day as a sissy, Rick couldn't wait for whatever she planned for him next.
THE END
Written during November, 2006 / Revised January 4, 2007
The author welcomes your comments and suggestions for future stories.
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