I Bought Them For You Chapter 03 By David 73

   Mark groaned as a hand slowly stroked the shaft of his raging erection.
A familiar female giggle accompanied the teasing motion as consciousness
returned shattering a pleasurable erotic dream.  He forced his eyes open,
blinking at the bright morning sunlight that streamed in through the
window. Kate's body slowly came in to focus, her hand curled around his
cock moving up and down the shaft.

   "Morning sweetie!" Kate grinned at him.  "And just what have you been
dreaming about?" Mark groaned, licking his dry lips, his sleep fogged brain
trying to understand what she was doing in his apartment.  The confusion
must have shown on his face.

   "I borrowed these, hope you don't mind." Kate waved a familiar looking
set of keys in front of his face with her free hand.  "I wanted to give you
an early morning surprise, but look what I found!" She gave his cock a
little squeeze.

   "Have you been enjoying yourself without me naughty boy?" Kate smirked,
reaching over and picking up Mark's red thong panties, letting them dangle
from one finger.  "Eww, these are all sticky.  What have you been doing to
them hmm panty boy?" She dropped the panties over his eyes, her other hand
still teasing his shaft.  The smell of his cum wafted into his nostrils,
making his cock quiver.

   "I was planning on giving you an alarm clock blow job as a special
treat. But I don't think naughty boys who jerk off in their panties when
I'm not around to watch deserve treats like that, do they?" Kate cooed, her
hand moving agonizingly slowly up and down his prick.  Mark whimpered, his
body writhing to her expert touch.

   "But since you're such a panty slut, its obvious you're going to need
several more pairs." She giggled, letting go of him.  Mark moaned in
disappointment as her weight lifted off the bed.  She wasn't going to leave
him in this state after all that teasing was she?

   "Put your panties on sissy boy." Kate ordered him.  "We've got shopping
to do."

   Mark reached up and pulled the red panties off his face as he sat up. 
Slipping off the bed, he moved behind Kate and wrapped his arms around her,
pressing his hard cock against the curve of her ass.  But she slipped free
of his grasp with a deft motion and turned to face him, an irritated
expression on her face.

   "Later... if you're lucky." She snapped impatiently.  Mark fought to
control his own irritation at her preemptory attitude.  It wasn't like he
had asked her to come into his home and interrupt his sleep.  Swallowing
his anger, he pulled the panties up.  His still hard cock bulged obscenely
against the tiny scrap of material.  Kate giggled, watching him struggle to
fit himself in his underwear.

   "Aww, poor baby." She cooed.  "Be a good boy and I have a treat for you
later!" She licked her lips and grinned at him.

   Mark hurriedly pulled on a pair of jeans and grabbed a t-shirt from the
drawer while Kate watched him, tapping her foot impatiently.  Maybe he
wasn't thinking very clearly right now, but there was no way he was turning
down an opportunity for a treat from Kate.

   "Where are we going?" He asked after he had finished dressing.

   "Why Victoria's Secret of course!" Kate grinned at him before asking
innocently.  "Where else would be get you your panties?"

   *****

   Mark's palms started sweating as he parked the car in the Mall parking
lot.  He stalled for time, reluctant to get out of the car, but finally he
ran out of things to do.  Kate practically skipped into the building.  She
seemed very excited about doing this, but all Mark could think was that
everyone was staring at him.

   They weren't of course.  They couldn't possibly know that he was wearing
women's panties under his jeans.  Could they?  And they had no way of
knowing what he was doing in the Mall or where he was going.  But no matter
how many times he told himself that, every time a woman so much as glanced
in his direction, he felt his cheeks redden.

   "We're just going shopping honey." Kate teased him, catching on to his
reaction.  "It's not like you've got a dirty little secret now is it?" Mark
smiled weakly.

   "Mark, Fancy meeting you here!" A familiar voice realized all of his
worst fears in a matter of seconds.

   "Hi Annette." Mark forced a smile onto his face, hoping it looked
genuine as he turned to see her walking towards him.  "I'm just doing some
shopping."

   "And this must be your girlfriend." Annette continued, turning an
assessing glance on Kate.  Mark tensed slightly, wondering how this
encounter would play out.

   "Annette, meet Kate.  Kate, this is my co-worker Annette." He offered by
way of introductions.  He noticed the cool, almost hostile look that Kate
was aiming at Annette and stifled a wince.

   "It's nice to meet you Annette." Kate's voice was only a couple of
degrees off frigid.  "I don't believe that Mark has mentioned you before."

   "Oh he doesn't talk much about himself at work either." Annette laughed,
brushing the almost insult aside.  "Why I wouldn't even know about you if
it wasn't for the panties."

   "Oh?" Kate drew herself up, her eyes turning steely.  Mark cringed,
waiting for the inevitable explosion.  "Mark showed you some panties?"

   "Oh, yes." Annette continued.  Mark couldn't decide if she was really
oblivious or deliberately winding his girlfriend up.  "I must say he has
excellent taste, don't you think?"

   "Ah... she means my present dear.  They were delivered to work." Mark
hastily supplied, hoping to avoid what was rapidly turning into an ugly
situation.  Kate started at him for a moment, then burst into laughter.

   "Oh," She said.  "Those panties!  Yes.  Yes, he does have excellent
taste." She wrapped her arm possessively around Mark's waist.  "As a matter
of fact we're going to find some more that are to his taste today."

   "Oh my, that sounds like fun!" Annette laughed and winked.  "Well I
certainly don't want to interrupt you two.  I do hope you're coming to the
office party next week though." She walked off with a party wave.

   "Office party sweetie?" Kate gave Mark an arch look.  "You didn't
mention that either.  You trying to hide me honey?  Worried about what
secrets I'll let slip?" Mark wondered how much worse his luck could get
today.

   "I wasn't planning on going." He started to stammer his excuse when Kate
broke down in giggles.

   "So she likes your taste in panties huh?  What would she say if she knew
just exactly what you like to do with those panties?" Kate laughed.  "Oh
I'm looking forward to the party." Mark shuddered.

   "Oh look, we're almost there." Kate pointed towards the large Victoria's
Secret window display which was showing off some of their tamer lingerie.
Suddenly Mark's palms were sweating again.  He glanced around, trying to
think of some way out of this.

   "You're not fooling anyone baby.  I know you want to look at those
skimpy little panties." Kate grinned, hooking her arm around his and
pulling him towards the story.  "Besides, you wouldn't want to disappoint
Amy would you?"

   "Amy?" Mark asked, confused.  "What's Amy got to do with his?"

   "Amy's going to help you pick out a pair of white panties, just like we
talked about.  I know you were distracted, but you didn't think I would
forget did you?" Kate grinned evilly.  Mark might have broken and run, but
her arm locked onto him with a grip of steel.

   Forcing one foot in front of the other, Mark felt his cheek start to
heat up as he entered the very pink and feminine store.  He told himself
that at this point, making a scene would only attract more attention to
him. Besides there were lots of guys in here with their girlfriends.  It
was no big deal, no one would know a thing.  Well, except for Amy...

   "Kate!  There you are!" Amy's voice greeted them both from across the
store.  Mark forced a bland smile on his face as Kate guided him towards
her friend.  He couldn't help but remember the phone conversation Kate had
had with Amy about white panties, and what she had said about Mark.

   Mark had only met Amy a couple of times before.  She was a buxom
brunette with a tendency to be loud, friendly and flirty.  Today she was
wearing a low cut top that was clearly intended to draw attention to her
primary assets.  Mark mentally reminded himself to keep his eyes on her
face.

   "I've been looking forward to this ever since Kate told me about your...
thing." Amy chattered excitedly.  Mark felt his cheeks flame again.  He
remembered very clearly what he had been doing while Kate had told her
friend about the panties.

   "Oh Marky is looking forward to this too, aren't you Marky?" Kate cooed.
"He was so very excited this morning." Mark's cheeks were scarlet with
embarrassment now as the two women giggled at his expense.

   "So... Marky." Amy picked up on Kate's cutesy pet name.  "I was thinking
white satin, or maybe lace panties.  But what style do you prefer?" Mark
looked blank, he had no idea what the different types were called.

   "Marky is very new to all of this." Kate smiled at his confused
expression.  "Perhaps if we could show him some examples?" Amy grinned at
the idea.

   "Well you have the basic low-cut briefs." Amy gestured towards one
section of the store.  "Feminine and sexy, but classy, it doesn't show too
much." Mark looked in the direction she was pointing, his mouth suddenly
very dry as he stared and the huge variety of panties on display.

   "Or if you're feeling a little more daring, we could try thongs.  No
panty lines and it really shows off your ass." Amy winked at him.  He
almost jumped as Kate's hand slipped round to cup and squeeze his ass.

   "He looks good in thongs." Kate murmured.  Mark glanced around nervously
hoping that no one was listening to this very public private conversation.

   "Well the other option, if you want to show your slutty side, is
g-strings." Amy smirked.  "Of course there might be some coverage problems
in your case."

   "Well sweetie, what sort of panties would you like to get?" Kate asked
sweetly.  Mark opened his mouth and closed it again.  Any answer he gave
would make him an active and willing participant in her game.  It would
confirm what Amy already thought she knew.

   "It's a little to late to be playing coy Marky." Kate grinned.  "And
don't forget that I promised you a treat later if you were a good boy.  You
wouldn't want to miss out on that would you?"

   Mark looked glanced nervously around the store, his eyes taking in all
the colorful scraps of material on display.  His mind swirled with
fragmented images.

   "A g-string." He whispered.  Something about Amy's description of them
as slutty spoke to his fantasies.  Kate smiled triumphantly.

   "Oooh G-Strings it is!" Amy practically shrieked.  Mark glanced
hurriedly around, but no one seemed to be paying any attention to him so
far.

   The two women dragged him over to a different section of the store where
he fond himself surrounded by even tinier slips of material than before. 
His face burned with embarrassment as Kate and Amy started to flip through
all the sexy panties trying to find the perfect pair for him.

   "Got them!" Amy shrieked again, holding up a scrap of white material for
everyone to see.  Kate turned from her own explorations to study them.

   "I'm not sure." She said uncertainly.

   "Oh yes, these are definitely the ones." Amy's voice rose in volume as
she grew more excited about her find.  Mark darted nervous looks in all
directions.  To his horror he spotted one of the sales girls moving in
their direction.  He took a small step away from the two women, hoping to
distance himself from the situation.

   Amy was oblivious to the rest of the world however.  Before he could
move further away, she stepped behind him and held the panties around his
waist.  Mark looked down at the tiny lace g-string.  The tiny triangle of
material that made up the crotch would barely cover anything.  He shivered.

   "See, they're perfect for him." Amy continued her argument.  "The white
lace says innocent, but the skimpy g-string says gagging for it!" Mark felt
beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he watched the sales girl draw
closer.

   "Well the pink ribbon is a nice touch certainly.  " Kate nodded grudging
agreement.  "But I'm still not sure." "Can I help you ladies?" The sales
girl asked, as she closed in on them.  Her voice had that professionally
friendly tone that store worked often employed.  "Were you looking for
something in... particular?" Her practiced opening faltered as she finally
got close enough to see Amy still holding the white g-string in front of
Mark's crotch.  Mark shuddered, wishing the ground would just swallow him
whole.

   "Just what we need, a third opinion!" Kate smiled her sweetest smile as
she moved to include the sales girl in their circle.  "We're having a
difference of opinion.  What do you think of these panties?"

   "Well... they... um... they are one of our more popular styles." The
sales girl stuttered in flustered confusion.  "Sexy, but stylish, in umm...
innocent white with the..  ah... pink ribbon to emphasize your...
femininity." She stopped looking nervously at the group as she realized
exactly what she had said.

   "Well what do you think Marky?" Kate asked grinning evily.  "Should we
emphasize your femininity?" Amy laughed.  The sales girl raised her hand to
her mouth in shock.

   Mark nodded his head, burning with humiliation and desperate to get this
over with as quickly as possible.  He was painfully aware of the way his
hard cock was pressing against the thong he wore under his jeans.  He
realized that if Amy moved the g-string his excitement would be visible to
anyone who looked.

   "That's settled then!" Kate clapped her hands together girlishly. 
"We'll need a pair of these in your largest size." The sales girl nodded
her head, glancing speculatively at Mark who hung his head in
embarrassment.

   "Oh goody, now we just need a couple more pairs and you'll be all set
Marky." Amy squealed enthusiastically.

   Kate and Amy linked their arms around his and dragged him around the
rest of the story.  They stopped regularly to hold various styles of
panties against him.  In each case Kate took great pleasure in asking the
sales girl for her opinion who accompanied them the whole time.  After her
initial shock, she seemed to have recovered her composure and was clearly
now enjoying the situation.  A couple of times when she caught Mark
stealing a glance at her, she hastily covered a smirk with her hand.

   Mark had to admit that the whole experience was exquisite torture.  His
cock was throbbing in his pants and Kate managed to accidentally brush
against his crotch on several occasions.  The combination of the sexy
panties, Kate's teasing and the knowledge that all three women knew that
the panties they were looking at were for him, was almost unbearable.

   The final humiliation was when the sales girl offered to set up an
account for him.  The offer was accompanied by a blatant wink which both
Kate and Amy found hysterical.

   "Well honey, are you ready for your treat now?" Kate grinned, handing
him the bag to carry as they left the store.  Mark nodded eagerly, hoping
that he would finally get some relief after the endless teasing.

   "Guess we'd better get back home then huh?" Kate winked at him before
turning to her friend.  "Amy we'll meet you back at Mark's apartment.  Just
follow us if you don't know the way.  It's not far."

   Mark looked at Amy in surprise, then turned to give Kate a glare.  What
was the woman up to now?  Despite all the teasing, and games, they had
never involved anyone directly in their sex life before.  Kate met his
angry look with a calm stare.

   "Amy already knows what a sissy my boyfriend is.  After all I told her,
and she's just spent the morning helping you pick out your girly panties."
Kate smiled.  "She just wants to see it for herself.  She can keep a
secret... unless you annoy her.  But you wouldn't be silly enough to upset
a friend of mine, now would you sweetie?" Mark shivered at the threat
barely concealed by those words.  He hastily shook his head, reflecting on
how little control he now had over his own life.

   "Good boy!  Now lets get you back home so we can attend to this." Kate
casually patted his crotch, her hand briefly cupping his swollen prick. 
Mark stifled a moan.

   *****

   Amy was right behind Mark and Kate as they reached his apartment.  Mark
stood in the middle of his living room and turned to look at the two women
as Kate closed the door with a decisive thud.  He wasn't sure exactly what
she had in mind, but right now his excitement was over-riding any nerves he
had.

   "Well?" Kate demanded, looking expectantly at him.  "What are you
waiting for.  Strip off and lets see how your new panties look on you!"

   Mark looked down at the small plastic bag which had dropped on the
coffee table.  He felt his cheeks reddening again.  Did Kate really intend
to parade him in front of her friend wearing only those skimpy panties?

   "Mmmm.  I can't wait to see you in your white g-string Marky." Amy
teased.  "It'll show of that tight ass of yours to perfection."

   "Oh yes, let's start with the g-string Mark!" Kate joined in, smirking
at him.  "Hurry up, you don't want to keep us waiting." Again Mark noted
the hint of a threat to her words.

   Mark snatched up the bag and strode towards his bedroom.  He might have
to parade himself in front of the smirking pair, but he would at least
allow himself the dignity of getting changed in private.

   Once there, he hurriedly stripped off his t-shirt and jeans, before
peeling himself out of his thong.  His hard cock sprang free from its
containment making him reluctant to encase it all over again.  But he
couldn't ignore the threat behind Kate's words.  He fished the white
g-string out of the Victoria's Secret bag and stared at the tiny piece of
cloth.  It wasn't going to leave very much to Amy's imagination.

   "What's taking so long?" Kate called out.

   Shrugging, Mark stepped into the g-string and pulled it up his legs.  He
caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror.  Amy was right, on a woman this
g-string would look both innocent and slutty.  On him though, it looked
obscene.  Gritting his teeth in resignation, he reluctantly stepped out
into the living room.

   Amy and Kate greeted his return with a series of whoops and catcalls. 
Mark felt himself blushing crimson with embarrassment.  He felt incredibly
exposed and vulnerable standing in front of these two fully dressed women.
He couldn't deny his excitement though.  In the skimpy g-string everyone
knew exactly how excited he was.

   To his horror, Amy raised a digital camera to her face and started
snapping pictures.  Mark stared at Kate in alarm, silently appealing for
her to intervene.

   "Well, I did promise her some pictures on the phone the other day." Kate
laughed.  "You remember that don't you?" Mark moaned softly, he remembered
that phone call only too well.  His cock twitched and swelled even further.

   "Oh my god!" Amy shrieked.  "Look at him.  He looks like he's about to
explode!"

   "My Marky does seem to enjoy showing off his panties doesn't he?" Kate
grinned evilly.  "Turn around Mark.  Let Amy see your cute ass."

   Mark obeyed Kate's instructions, turning around, glad in some ways not
to have to look the women in the face any more.  He could almost feel their
eyes on his exposed ass cheeks.

   "Oh that's a nice touch." Kate murmured.  "The back is so small it
doesn't cover anything at all.  Bend over Mark."

   Mark bent forward, moving his legs apart to steady himself.  He felt so
cheap posing like this, as though he was nothing but a piece of meat.

   "He has a tight ass." Amy commented.  "And it's practically begging for
attention in those panties." Mark trembled, his cock throbbing as he posed
for the two women.  "He looks like such a fag boy.  Does he let you watch
him with guys."

   "Oh my Marky's not into guys." Kate corrected her friend casually.  She
didn't seem surprised or upset by Amy's question.  "He's just a horny sissy
slut.  Turn around panty boy.  Let's show Amy how much you like your new
panties."

   Mark stood up and turned back around.  Kate was sitting on the sofa now,
her legs crossed.  Amy remained standing her camera at the ready to snap
more pictures.  The expression on her face said she didn't believe Kate for
a second, Mark shivered with humiliation.  Amy was sure he was gay.  He
hoped she wouldn't tell anyone else that.

   "God, look how far he's sticking out." Amy giggled, keeping her camera
busy.  "The poor boy looks like he's gonna shoot any second."

   "Oh he is." Kate murmured.  "Don't stop taking pictures.  You're going
to love this!" Kate giggled wickedly, kicking the shoe off her right foot
and wiggling her toes in Mark's direction.  "You know what to do honey. 
Kneel down."

   Mark dropped to his knees in front of Kate.  His mind flashed back to
the series of events that had started this.  Kate was obviously trying to
re-create the original phone call only with Amy here in person this time.
He groaned in pleasure as he felt her bare foot press against his panty
covered cock.

   "Feels good doesn't it sissy boy?" Kate mocked him, moving her foot ever
so slowly along his shaft.  Mark gasped, trembling with shame as he exposed
the extent of his weakness to an almost stranger.  "Show Amy how much you
like it."

   Kate didn't have to say any more than that, Mark knew exactly what she
wanted.  The small rational part of his mind screamed at him to stop this,
that he was giving both women more control over him.  He had to stop this
now.  Instead he thrust his hips forward, pressing his engorged cock
against Kate's foot.

   "Oh... my... god!" Amy gasped, her voice sounding distinctly breathless
now.  Mark glanced over at her, his face crimson only to find himself
looking directly into the camera lens.

   "That's it.  Fuck my foot in your slutty g-string." Kate smirked down at
him, holding her foot still, forcing him to thrust and rub himself against
her.  "Show Amy what a horny sissy bitch you are."

   "This is so fucking hot." Amy giggled, snapping picture after picture.
Mark glanced at her again, burning with shame and humiliation as he
desperately thrust his panty clad cock against Kate's foot.

   "So I guess Frank wouldn't do something like this for you huh?" Kate
asked mischieviously.  "Frank?  Oh hell no!" Amy laughed dismissively. 
"Any time he gets hard, he's going to push me down and take me like a man.
Of course, he's not a sissy fag like your Marky here."

   Mark groaned, burning with humiliation.  Kate didn't even bother to
correct Amy this time, she seemed to enjoy the added embarrassment that her
friend was causing him.  He panted, thrusting desperately.  His cock was
throbbing painfully and he could feel himself getting close.

   "Get ready." Kate grinned evily.  "He's not going to last much longer."

   She was right.  Mark whimpered as she started to move her foot again,
curling it around his swollen shaft.  He thrust violently forward, letting
out a strangled moan as the first spurt of cum shot into his white panties.

   Kate hastily pulled her foot away, allowing Amy and her camera an
unobstructed view as he soaked his white g-string with cum.
   "Oh I can't wait to see how these turn out." Amy sniggered.  
