I Bought Them For You - Chapter 2
By David73

Monday morning's commute was little more than a blur for Mark;
all he could think of during the long drive was the past
weekend's events.

Kate and he had fucked like rabbits after she finally finished
playing games with him.  Only minutes after he came in his
panties, he was all over her.  His cock hard again, he pressed
her down on the table and took her; a hard, fast, fuck that
showed her he could take what he needed when he needed it.  Yet,
lying alone in bed, hours after she had gone home, the feel of
the panties pressed against his cock resurfaced in his mind.

The car in front of him slowed suddenly and Mark hit the brakes,
cursing the distraction.  He remembered thrusting his crotch
against Kate's foot, and the feel of the panties, hot, slick and
wet as his cum soaked the thin material.  His cock grew hard,
again.

Kate didn't call him the next day, Mark was too confused and too
nervous to pick up the phone and call her.  He spent Sunday
pacing in his apartment and trying to ignore his hard, throbbing
cock; trying to ignore the flimsy black panties that still lay in
a crumpled ball on the floor of his bedroom.  Why hadn't he just
thrown them out?

That night he gave in, no one would know; even Kate wouldn't know
that he had slipped back into the tight black lace panties.  No
one would ever know how he laid in bed last night, stroking his
hard cock until he flooded the material again; or how he had woke
in the middle of the night to do it again, and again. By morning,
the panties were stuck to his skin; he should have thrown them in
the trash right then, but instead he put them in with the
laundry.

A blaring horn brought him back to the present and he swerved out
of the way of another car. Three times last night and his cock
was hard again. What had the bitch done to him? How had she
gotten so far into his head?

*****

Most of the office lights were off when Mark arrived.  It had
always been his habit to arrive well before most of the staff. 
He enjoyed the quiet and often did his best work before the
others arrived.  He sat down in his cube and logged onto the
computer, eager to bury himself in work. A quick glance at his
inbox showed twenty-three new emails. Plenty to keep him busy.

First, to prioritize: Mark scanned through the list of emails and
froze, a chill shot up his spine.  Half way down the list Kate's
name leapt out at him.  Before he even had time to think about
what he was doing he clicked on her message.  It was short but it
made his stomach lurch:

Mark,
Enjoy your present sweetie
Kate

Mark re-read the one line email several times, trying to find
some hidden meaning.  Was she talking about the panties?  Was
there some other present he didn't know about?  Was this a
completely new game she was playing now?  He heard footsteps and
minimized the email.

"Morning Mark," a familiar voice chirped.

"Morning Christie," Mark swiveled round in his chair and nodded
to the blond woman walking past his cube.  His eyes lingered on
her full ass, prominently displayed by the tight pants she was
wearing.  With a shake of his head, he turned his attention back
to the computer screen.  He had a feeling it was going to be a
long day.

He read Kate's email one more time, and then shrugged; while he
couldn't shake the nervous feeling her message gave him, he
couldn't think of anything he could do about it either.  Burying
himself in work still seemed to be the best option.

*****

"Looks like someone got a present!"  Mark cringed as John's
booming voice alerted half the office to the arrival of a parcel.
 "Aren't you the lucky man?"  John's obnoxious commentary
continued.

Mark glanced up with a mixture of annoyance and curiosity at the
sudden intrusion into his cube.  John was holding a thick padded
envelope.  His words sank in; a present.  Mark felt his palms
begin to sweat.

"Ah, thanks," Mark mumbled, reaching out to take the envelope
from John.  His mind was moving at a million miles an hour.  He
needed to open this somewhere private.  If it was from Kate,
there could be anything inside.  John had other ideas.

"So, what'd ya get?"  He bellowed and Mark fought the urge to
strangle him.  The last thing Mark needed was more people taking
an interest in this envelope.  As if on cue, he heard footsteps
as people in the neighboring cubes took advantage of the excuse
to get away from the grind.  Mark winced as the crowd began to
form.

"Aren't you going to open it?"  He heard Christie's perky voice,
asking the question that could expose him to ridicule for months.
 At least six people had gathered at his cube now.  His stomach
fluttered as he studied the envelope.  Whatever was inside, it
was small and light, he didn't recognize the company name on the
label.  Unable to think of a good reason to stall further, Mark
reluctantly broke the seal.

After tearing the envelope open, he tipped it downwards intending
the contents to fall onto his desk, but nothing came out.  
Frowning, he shook the envelope and a scrap of red material
floated out, falling onto the desk.  Mark felt beads of sweat
forming on his brow.

"Something you want to tell us?" John sniggered crudely.  Mark
felt his cheeks flushing.  One of the female onlookers let out a
nervous giggle.

"It's ah, it's a present," Mark stuttered, aware that his face
must be crimson.  Trying to ignore the continued giggling, he
finished his hasty excuse, "for my girlfriend."

"Gonna get some huh?" John let out a course laugh.  Mark, his
heart thumping in his chest, forced his body to relax.  John
continued, "I didn't know you had a girlfriend. You should bring
in a photo.  I'd love to see her wearing those."  John laughed
again and Mark kept the grin plastered on his face. Fortunately
John turned to leave, obviously bored with the subject.  The rest
of the audience lost interest too, and Mark took a deep breath
and turned back to his computer, the crisis averted.

He felt someone moving behind him and turned to find himself
looking at Christie's chest.  She reached over him and scooped up
the red panties.  She dangled them from her index finger, "A
thong hmm? Very sexy."  She raised an eyebrow and Mark felt his
face flush again.  Christie frowned, looked at the panties again,
"They look a little big, are you sure you got the right size?"

Without waiting for his response, she tossed the thong to Mark
and turned to leave.  Mark caught the panties and watched
Christie's ass swaying as she walked away, again feeling his
begin to stir.  Damn but he was horny today.

Forcing his feelings aside, he stuffed the panties back into the
envelope. Christie was a damn tease and the last thing he needed,
was for her to know she had gotten to him.  Her wicked grin as
she had dangled the panties from her finger was putting all sorts
of images in his mind.

The ringing of his cell phone jerked Mark back to reality.
Grabbing the phone, he raised it to his ear, "Mark speaking."

"Like your present?" Kate giggled.  Mark's throat went dry.
Glancing nervously behind him, he sank down in his chair.

"Well?" Kate teased.

"Ah... yes," Mark mumbled his reply, glancing around
uncomfortably.

"What, I don't get a thank you. Panty Boy?" Kate laughed.

"Thank you," Mark muttered into the phone as he hunched down in
his seat.

"Put them on."

"What?" Mark shivered.  She wasn't serious was she?  Here?  At
work?

"I want you to put them on," Kate said, her calm voice leaving no
room for argument. "Go to the rest rooms, strip down and slide
that sexy red thong onto your sissy ass."

Mark coughed and shifted uncomfortably in his chair. He felt his
cock stirring as she teased him. Kate laughed again. She knew she
was getting to him.

"You know you want to," she said, "Look at them."

Knowing it was stupid, Mark reached in and pulled the panties
back out of the envelope, rubbing the soft, silky material
between his fingers.

"Think how nice they'll feel pressed against that hard cock of
yours.  It is hard isn't it Mark?" Kate purred.

"Yes," Mark whispered, the words choked reluctantly from his
throat.  Kate's peal of laughter was triumphant.

"Does your girlfriend know?" Annette's voice startled him and he
spun round in his seat, cheeks flushing bright red.

"Know what?" He asked.  Annette grinned and nodded towards the
panties he was still holding in one hand.  Mark felt his cheeks
glow redder.

"Oh, your girlfriend knows all about you and your kinky sissy
desires," Kate's voice in the phone.

"Ah, they're the wrong size," Mark gasped, "I'm checking to see
if I can exchange them."  Annette nodded and turned away.

"They're the perfect size panty pervert," Kate snickered, "Big
enough to fit, but small enough to hug your cock.  I bet you
can't wait."  Mark moaned softly, his prick twitched inside his
pants.

"Take your pretty, sissy panties to the restroom Mark.  Now!" 
The tone of command in Kate's voice was unmistakable; Mark's hand
trembled as he stuffed the panties into his pocket and stood up.

"Okay," he muttered into the phone.

"Don't hang up yet," Kate didn't try to disguise the note of
triumph in her voice, "I want to be there with you when you put
on your new panties."

Mark hunched his shoulders as he shuffled towards the restrooms,
reluctant to draw any attention to himself. Just as he was
reaching safety, the door to the women's restroom opened and
Christie walked out. Mark felt beads of sweat forming on his
forehead as he forced himself to smile at the blonde, trying not
to let his eyes stray to her full chest. She flashed him a smile
as she walked past and he let go of a breath he hadn't even
realized he was holding.

"What's taking so long sissy boy?" Kate whispered in his ear.
"Don't you want to wear your new red panties for me?" Her
laughter made him shiver. Hurriedly he opened the door and
stepped inside, glancing around to see if anyone else was already
there.

The restroom was empty and he felt his muscles unknot as he
walked into a cubicle and locked the door behind himself. "I'm
there." He rasped into the phone.

"Strip." Kate's voice commanded and he hastily obeyed, struggling
to pull his pants down with one hand, keeping the phone to his
ear. His boxer shorts followed rapidly.

"Now slide those silky panties up your legs perv." The note of
triumph in Kate's voice was becoming harder to ignore, but so
were her commands. Reaching down he tugged the red thong up his
legs.

"Is your cock hard sissy slut?" Kate cooed. "Of course it is. You
wouldn't do this if your cock didn't twitch every time you think
about wearing women's panties." She let out a peel of laughter.
"Look at yourself panty boy. You're standing in a public restroom
wearing a red silk thong over a throbbing cock. Am I wrong Mark?"

Mark groaned, her words hit home like bullets. His cock was
straining at the tight material of the panties and once again he
was playing Kate's game.

"No." He whispered. Kate laughed again.

"Do you need to cum sweetie? Do you want to christen your new
panties?"

"Yes!" He gasped.

"Tell me what you are."

Mark trembled, was that the door? Had someone come in?

"Tell me." Kate's voice was like steel.

"I'm a sissy." Mark groaned. Kate snickered.

"Pull your pants up sissy perv. You're at work." Mark groaned in
frustration. "Keep the panties on Mark and come by my apartment
tonight so I can see them in person." The phone went dead.

Mark reached down and gently squeezed his cock through the
panties. He didn't have to follow Kate's instructions. He didn't
have to keep the panties on. He didn't have to go to he apartment
tonight.  He squeezed his cock harder, stifling a groan. But he
knew he was going to.

The door to the restroom opened and Mark hurriedly pulled his
hand away, then reached down and pulled his pants up, feeling
strangely vulnerable despite the locked door to the cubicle.

****

Much like the ride to work, the rest of Mark's day was a nervous
blur. The panties were tight enough that he could never quite
forget that he was wearing them and he spent the day alternately
excited and scared of discovery. As the hours crawled by, he
found himself anticipating and dreading the end of the day and
his visit to Kate.

By the end of the day he was a nervous wreck. It seemed as though
every woman in the office was somehow teasing and taunting him.
Every laugh, every whisper, it was all about him. And Christie
continued to saunter around the office in her tight fitting
pants.

Finally, it was time to go home. Mark switched off his computer
and tidied up his desk, delaying his departure as long as
possible.

"They were a good choice." Annette spoke from behind him. Mark
spun round, startled.

"The panties." Annette continued. "Good choice. Red is a sexy
color and I'm sure they'll look really hot... when you get the
right size."

Mark felt his cheeks turn flaming red as he looked into Annette's
amused face. "Th. Thank you." He managed to stammer.

"Best of all, "Annette continued, "With a thong there's no panty
lines, so no one can tell you're wearing panties. I have a pair
just like them!" With a wink she turned on her heel and walked
away. Mark stared at her receding back, a sick feeling in his
stomach. Was he reading too much into her parting words or did
she somehow know?

****

That sick feeling returned as Mark stood outside the door to
Kate's apartment. There was still time to leave, to end Kate's
game. His hand hovered over the doorbell. If he left he would
regain control, he didn't to have to humiliate himself in front
of her. But part of him wanted to, wanted her to see him in the
panties, wanted to experience her reaction.

The door swung open and Mark stared dumbly at Kate's amused gaze.

"Were you planning on ringing the bell? Or did you just want to
stand in the hall with a boner in your pants sweetie?" Kate
smirked and Mark felt his cheeks flush bright red.

"Well... show me." Mark glanced around in horror, surely she
didn't mean to strip him down out here where anyone could see. 
Kate giggled.

"Don't be shy sweetie." I already know you're wearing them.
Reaching out, she ran her hand over Mark's crotch, gently cupping
the bulge that was forming. "I just want a little peek." Mark
groaned as the palm of Kate's hand pressed against his stiff
cock.

"You don't mind... do you?" Kate bit her lip, gazing into his
eyes. Mark swallowed, unable to speak and a sly smile formed on
Kate's gorgeous face. Her hand moved up to Mark's belt buckle.

"I just want to see my sissy boy in his pretty red panties." She
cooed as her fingers deftly unbuckled his pants. Mark closed his
eyes, his heart hammering in his chest, his cock throbbing.

"That's it sweetie." Kate breathed in his ear, pulling down his
zipper. "Show me your panties."

Mark shuddered helplessly as his pants slowly fell to the ground,
exposing his red thong panties to the hall. Kate grinned
triumphantly as she gazed down at him, lingering on the bulge
created by his cock. When she looked up there was a challenge in
her eyes.

"You like them don't you sissy boy? Show me how much you like
your panties."

Her teasing sparked anger in Mark. He glared back at her,
clenching and unclenching his fists. Kate smirked at him.

"Or do you prefer cumming in your panties sweetie?" She giggled.
Growling, Mark moved towards her. Kate laughed. "You might look
threatening if you weren't wearing such a cute little thong."

Something inside Mark snapped. Kicking his pants aside he stepped
towards her. For the first time a hint of uncertainty showed on
Kate's face and she moved back into her apartment. Mark slammed
the door open and stalked towards her as she continued to back
away until her legs were pressed against the table edge.

Without hesitation, Mark pushed her down onto the table, the wait
of his body holding her there as he pressed his cock against her,
his mind clouded by a mixture of fury and lust. Kate locked eyes
with him and suddenly the look of fear was gone, replaced by one
of outright triumph.

"Yes." She hissed, her hands reaching round to cup his panty clad
ass. Mark reached down and pushed her legs apart, enjoying her
moans. He gasped as one of her hands slipped his cock free of the
panties, stroking it.

Part of his brain noticed that Kate wasn't wearing any panties,
but he was too far gone to care.  Pulling her hand out the way he
thrust his cock into her, grunting with the effort. Kate let out
a low groan, her hands squeezing his ass.

"Show me." She breathed into his ear and he slammed into her
again and again. "Come on sissy!" She egged him on. He pounded
his cock into her driven on by lust, her moans of pleasure just
infuriating him more forcing him to fuck her harder and faster.
	
He came with a strangled groan, pumping his seed into her,
gasping for breath as his body spasmed. Kate lay beneath him,
accepting him inside her. Her lips still near his ear.

"I can't wait to take you shopping this weekend sweetie." She
giggled.


  
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