1. A Hard Nights Work


    Date: 10/26/2014, Categories: Trans, Author: steveyg1985, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    toes. I pushed, and as I stretched to take its maximum width, I clenched, and felt it slip into me. It had a flat base and so with it securely inside me I pulled up my panties and tucked my cock along the gusset. I sat on my antique chair which caused the butt plug to push into me further and I had to take a moment not to give in, as the heat rose within me. I had painted my toe nails blue to match my finger nails and I pushed each foot in turn into my black nylon stockings, rolling each up my legs. They have the cutest little bow on the top and I slid a garter belt over them. After I had clipped the belt in place, I was ready for the final item. I stood, and stepped into my leopard print, peep toe, platform high heels. I am five foot seven, and as I rose in my four and a half inch heels, I was engulfed with the sexual confidence that I always get when I am dressed for a night out. I looked down at my heels, clicking them like Dorothy and I smiled. They were another gift, along with my boobs, from my ex sugar daddy and I thought if I was to be mixing it with exclusive society tonight, I should wear the shoes to match. I stepped out of the taxi and arrived at the address Ethan had provided me with. It was an hour before midnight, the sky was clear and my skin felt electric. I gazed up at the grand gates that stood, domineering over me. I rang the buzzer and with a haunting creak they slowly opened. I took a deep breath, stepped forward and thought, “No Regrets.” Ethan was ...
    waiting for me as I approached the house. He was dressed in a white tie tuxedo, and held a glass of champagne. His fair hair was swept to the side, and as I approached, I could see his piercing blue eyes fixed on me. He smiled and I felt myself go weak at the knees. In spite of what I had been brought here to do, I still held out the vain hope that Ethan might think of me as more than just a whore. “Good evening Amber, I am glad you are here. Follow me.” he ordered. Ethan extended his hand and I placed mine in his. When I gently gripped his hand, his fingers felt long and defined. He led me through the house, my heels at first clicking loudly on the hard wooden floor boards, then fell silent as a mouse as we walked over a soft, deep red carpet. I tried to assess my surroundings, but it was grander than any house I had ever been in before. I felt like I had entered another universe as I walked past priceless antiques and tapestries that hung from the walls. I softly ran my thumb up and down the back of his hand, and in those few moments, I could have been a princess, being escorted to a grand ball. We arrived at an oak double door. I heard raucous laughter within, and with the chimes of clinking glass, I could tell that their evening was in full swing. It was strange to think that they had probably been there for hours, whereas my night had just begun. Ethan took his phone from his pocket and opened his internet banking. He requested my account details and after I had recounted ...
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