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> Submissive Satin Slave - 2
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> Chapter 2
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> James reached for a cigarette, the sound of the showered had awaken him. Sally
> was getting ready for work. He could see her silhouette through the mist behind
> the glass shower door.
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> Taking a puff he reach down and stroked his dick. It was hard. Was it just a
> morning hard on that would disappear when he pissed. Or was it the result of the
> dream he was just having?
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> In his dream he was caught wearing Sally's panties at work. Sally was there,
> joining in as his friends and co-workers ridiculed and humiliated him. She had
> called him Joan. She had made him disrobe and introduced him to everyone as her
> sissy slave. She had made him watch while the "real men" he worked with took
> turns fucking her on top of his desk. The ladies on his staff watched her have
> sex while they played with and tormented him.
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> The women patted and fondled the massive bulge in his panties taunting him with
> remarks like. "This tiny little thing should be cut off, it spoil the smooth
> lines that panties are suppose to have on a lady of quality. You are a lady of
> quality aren't you Joannie dear?" And "Is Mistress Sally going to allow you have
> tits you worthless little slut?" They were all telling his wife that she
> deserved a real man and not a sissy who only wanted to wear her panties. They
> all laughed and giggled when someone said that Allison was missing out on the
> party. When Sally found out that Allison was only sixteen she said that as soon
> as the child was over her summer cold she would make me bring her home for a
> private fashion show.
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> Opening his eyes James watched as Sally came out of the bathroom. Her titties
> bounced and swayed as she moved around the room gathering the clothes she was to
> wear. His cock grew stiffer as she put on a lacy camisole and slip. He wanted to
> grab and fuck her as she sat on the edge of the bed to work her feet into her
> tight, sheer pantihose.
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> Fully dress she leaned down and kissed him on the cheek saying "Get your butt in
> gear mister. It's almost seven thirty, you'll be late if you don't hurry. Or are
> you going to work today?"
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> Aroused at having watched her dress he reached up and caressing her nylon cover
> thigh saying. "There no hurry, I decide to take the day off. Why don't you call
> your boss Steve and tell him you're sick? We can play sexy games all weekend if
> you want to? You know I just love you in that sexy green cami you just put on,
> it's one of my favorite."
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> Touching his cheek with her fingers she looked deep into his eyes then quickly
> stood up. "I love to hon, but Steve's out of town. I have to run the office.
> Call me this afternoon and I'll see if I can slip away, Ok!." She hurried from
> the bedroom adding "There's coffee on the stove, and don't forget to call in."
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> Disappointed by her reply he muttered "damn it all!" and turned over and drifted
> off to sleep. His dreamed returned, again Sally was there embarrassing and
> ridiculing him and fucking his friends and co-workers as he was forced to watch.
> This time he was dressed even more elaborately. Besides panties he wore a
> delicate black garter belt with stocking, high heels and even a brassiere. The
> bra was made of silk decorated with tiny flowers embroidered on the cups.
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> He awoke with another raging erection. He rubbed his palm across his hard cock
> and remember the early days of their marriage. Back then, if he woke up horny,
> he would push his hard stiff pole between Sally's legs. This act was made easy
> because she always slept naked with her back to him. He would gently rub his
> bulbous dick head up and down her slit until she sighed and rolled onto her
> back. She would still be asleep when he got on top of her and penetrated her
> delicious little cunny, thrusting his cock deep into her. Soon she would be
> awake, her legs and arms wrapped around him, moaning for him to fuck her harder
> and deeper. He would shoot a load of cum into her, as her pussy spasmed around
> his thick shaft milking every drop of spunk from his balls. They would snuggle
> together afterwards drifting back to sleep. Lately, though, Sally had been
> sleeping in panties or that god awful flannel gown that she like so much,
> instead of naked. And when James would rub his hard on against her, she would
> roll away groaning that she needed to sleep.
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> Feeling the need to urinate James sat up. As he started to rise he noticed the
> wadded-up pantihose that Sally had dropped to the floor the night before. He
> picked the soiled hose up and rubbed then against his face. He could feel a
> slight dampness in the crotch. He sniffed the wetness and could smell Sally's
> musty scent that clung to the nylon material.
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> Without really knowing why, he turned the hose right-side out and bunched one
> leg over his hand, like he had seen his wife do countless numbers of times, and
> pushed his toes into the tight, silky material. He worked the hose over his ...
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