Caught Wearing a Bra! Pt. 08

"You go take a shower while I start getting things ready," Sandra told Mike as they walked in the door to her house. "Use the lavender body wash. Do you need to shave?"

"Yeah, I probably should," he told her. "I haven't in a few days and I want to be smooth tonight."

"Especially if you're going to go bare legged," Sandra said. "Are you sure he doesn't want you in hose?"

"No, I'm not sure," Mike admitted. "But today he wanted to pull my hose down and feel my panties. I think he's more into panties than hose."

"And bras," Sandra laughed. "I'll find you a nice bra and panty set with an a-cup bra."

Mike went into Sandra's bedroom and stripped. He tossed his cum-soaked panties on the bed for Sandra to check out.

Sandra found a bra and panty set she liked, then took the blouse and skirt they had chosen and hung it on a hook on the door. She got an inspiration and dug out a pretty cream colored full slip and tossed it in the dryer to de-wrinkle.

Sandra had told Anita before they left work that tonight was the night for Michelle to have dinner with Joe. Anita got to Sandra's house while Mike was still in the shower.

"I brought these two dresses that I think will look good on Michelle," she said as she swept into the house. "And these heels to go with them."

"Oh, I like that one," Sandra said, pointing out one of the dresses Anita brought in. "Ooh, I like them both. I like them better than that skirt and blouse of mine."

Anita laughed. "Your skirt and blouse are nice and would be super cute on her, but I just think a dress might, I don't know, look... dressier?"

Sandra nodded. "She's going bare-legged tonight. Today when she was in Crawford's office he wanted to feel her panties, not her hose."

"Well, most women are going bare these days," Anita said. "I can't remember the last time I wore a pair of pantyhose."

Mike came into the living room with a towel wrapped around his head and another around his body, just above his nipples. He stopped short when he saw Anita. "Oh! I'm sorry. I didn't know you were here. I'll just back to the bedroom and put some clothes on."

"Oh, hush!" Anita laughed. "If I'm going to help you get ready for your date I'm probably going to see more of you."

Mike blushed. "I know. I just didn't want to offend you."

"I'm not offended," Anita said. "I brought those two dresses for you to try," she said as she pointed to the dresses over the back of the couch.

Mike turned to look at them. "Oh, they're so pretty! Thank you!"

Sandra stood up. "Okay. Who wants a glass of wine while we get Michelle ready for her date?"

From this point forward in this chapter Mike/Michelle will be referred to with she/her pronouns to signify her femininity.

First Sandra gave Michelle the bra and panty set. The bra was a fairly plain yellow bra with contrasting dark yellow lace around the cups and a little bow in the center. The a-cups lay flat against her chest so that her hard nipples were visible. The panties were matching yellow bikini cut, with the darker yellow lace around the waist and leg openings. They also had a bow in the center of the waist band.

They sat her down in the chair in front of Sandra's vanity. Anita combed Michelle's longish hair back tight against her head and fitted a net wig cap on her.

"Your hair is almost long enough for me to style it so you don't have to wear a wig," Anita said. "Short cuts on women are pretty popular these days."

Sandra, who had hair well past her shoulders, nodded. "I've thought about cutting mine off short," she said. "It would be so much easier to get ready for work."

"I think you'd look hot with short hair," Anita told her. "Of course, I think you're hot with long hair, too," she laughed.

"You really think I'm hot?" Sandra asked.

Anita laughed. "Of course you are! Don't you think I'm hot?"

"Well, yeah, but I never really thought about you thinking I'm hot," Sandra said.

Anita laughed and made sure Michelle's wig cap was secure. "Well, I do," she said simply.

"Ok, so let's work on some make-up," Sandra said.

"I think we want classy with just a hint of slut," Anita giggled.

"Exactly!" Sandra agreed.

Michelle/ Mike sat in her bra/panties and kept her mouth shut. She was thinking about how this night might progress. Would Joe want to fuck her? Would Joe want to do anything with her clit? Would Joe invite her to spend the night and, if so, would she?

Suddenly Anita was fitting her human-hair wig on her head and using her fingers and a brush to style it. She stepped back to admire her work. "Michelle, you are gorgeous," she said softly. "Look in the mirror."

Michelle gasped when she turned to look at herself in the mirror on the vanity. She brought her fingers to her face to touch herself as if to make sure it was really her in the mirror.

"You are beautiful!" Sandra said. "Oh, Michelle!" She moved closer to hug her, careful to not smear her make-up.

"Thank you," she said, still looking in the mirror. "Thank you both so much!"

"Now let's get a dress and some heels on you," Sandra said. "It's almost time for you to go."

They decided on one of Anita's dresses. It would fit Michelle, but it would be shorter than it was on Anita. It had buttons in the front from the waist to the neckline. It was a light yellow rayon material with streaks of white and pink running through it. It was fitted, but not tight. It had a deep v shaped neckline. The top button was centered between Michelle's flat bra cups.

The skirt of the dress was loose and unconstructed, hanging to mid-thigh on Michelle, exposing her long smooth legs. Anita knelt in front of her and buckled a pair of yellow sandals with 3" spike heels on her, then helped her stand up.

"Are you going to be okay walking in these?" she asked.

Michelle laughed. "Yeah, I've had some practice in my mom's heels," she said. "It's been a few years, but I'll be okay. I just hope I can drive in them!"

Sandra clipped some clip-on earrings on his ears, put a matching necklace around her neck, and added some bangle bracelets to her right wrist.

Michelle stood and looked at herself in the full length mirror. "I just can't believe it's me!" she said.

"Believe it, sexy. It's you!"

They went to the living room. Michelle opened the envelope Joe had given her as she was leaving his office. She sat on a bar stool to read the instructions. There were three pieces of paper. The top one had what looked like a QR code on it. Michelle set it aside and looked at the second page. She read the second page out loud.

'Tape the paper with the code to the inside of your windshield under the rear view mirror with the code facing out."

"Okay, this is getting weird," she said. She looked at Sandra. "Do you have some tape?"

"Yeah, of course," Sandra said.

Michelle set the second page aside and looked at the last page.

'Go around the block from the front of our building. Come through the parking lot of the insurance agency behind us to get to the back of our building. You will see a garage door. Pull up to it and wait for the door to open, then pull in. The door will close automatically. There is an elevator in the northwest corner of the garage. It will bring you to the apartment on the 3rd floor of our building.'

"Holy crap, our building has a 3rd floor, and it's a hidden apartment?" Sandra gasped.

"How could we not know the building has a 3rd floor?" Anita asked.

"The way it has all those arches and things it's hard to tell how tall it is," Michelle said.

"Ok, Michelle, strut your stuff and let us check you out before you go," Sandra said.

Michelle walked back and forth across the room. The top of the dress fit Michelle's chest perfectly, tight enough to be sexy and loose enough to hide that she didn't have any tits. The unconstructed hem of the dress fluttered around her thighs, showcasing her long, muscular legs, accented even more by the high heels.

"Girl, you are hot!" Anita said.

Sandra stepped in front of her and held both of her hands. She looked into Michelle's eyes. "You are so pretty. I am proud of you for doing this. I know you won't regret it. Anita and I will be right here. You can call us if you need us."

Michelle felt some moisture in her eyes. "Thank you so much," she said softly. "This is something I've dreamed of and never thought would happen. It wouldn't be happening without you. I love you."

"Don't you cry and ruin your make-up!" Sandra laughed. She leaned in and gave Michelle a peck on the lips. "I love you, too.

Sandra and Anita watched Michelle pick up her purse and go out the door. They looked at each other smiling.

"More wine?" Sandra asked.

"Of course," Anita smiled.

"How about we take our wine to the patio and talk about how hot you think I am," Sandra giggled.

Anita stepped in front of her. She put her hand on the back of Sandra's neck and pulled their mouths together. She shoved her tongue into Sandra's mouth. Sandra opened her mouth and pushed her tongue against Anita's.

Anita pulled her head back and looked at her friend. "How about we take our wine to the bedroom and let me show you how hot you are?" she whispered.

"Mmmmm, I like how you think," Sandra murmured as she pushed her lips against Anita's lips.

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Michelle took a deep breath before she pulled up to the big garage door. Once she went in and the door closed it would be hard for her to change her mind. This was bigger than going to Joe's office for a quick hump. This was a date. There would be expectations. Finally she pulled closer. She jumped just a little when she big door slowly started rising.

When she got out of her car she wondered if there were cameras in the garage, if Joe could see her. If so, she wondered if he liked what he could see. She tried to not look around for cameras as she walked t the elevator.

When elevator doors opened on the 3rd floor Joe was standing there, waiting to greet her. "Ah, Michelle, you look absolutely gorgeous tonight," he smiled as he handed her a glass of wine. He was wearing a blue Polo shirt, a pair of casual pants, and a pair of house shoes that looked like moccasins.

"Thank you, baby," she smiled. She stepped to him and kissed him on the cheek. "You look pretty handsome yourself."

"Come in and let me show you around." He took her hand and led her into the living area.

"This is beautiful," Michelle said as she looked around.

There was a large living area with several seating groups. A very large television was attached to one wall. Another wall offered a nice view of the downtown area.

On the other side of the large room a kitchen was tucked into one corner. A uniformed chef was working on preparing something.

"I thought you were going to order Chinese take-out," Michelle laughed.

"I changed my mind," Joe smiled.

A dining table sat on the other side of that end of the room. Sliding glass doors on that side of the room opened onto a large patio, largely hidden from view by the architecture of the building.

Michelle saw French doors leading to a large bedroom, which also had doors opening onto the patio.

Joe led her to the dining table. "Are you ready to eat?"

"Yes, that would be nice," she said as she let Joe seat her at the table.

"I hope you like beef tips and sautéed vegetables," Joe said as he seated himself across from her and motioned to the chef.

"So I feel like your friend Sandra was instrumental in setting this up," he said after they were served.

"Oh? Why do you feel that?" Michelle asked innocently.

"Well, it's just a feeling I have. I see her at your cubicle often, and I don't think the two of you are talking about work," he said. He held his hand up when Michelle started to talk. "Don't worry. I'm glad you have a supportive friend here at work. And Sandra's work is not lacking. In fact, she is one of my most productive employees. As are you."

Michelle blushed. "Thank you, Joe."

"So, how much does Sandra know about what has gone on in my office?"

Michelle hesitated. He hoped Joe wouldn't be too angry, but he had been honest with him so far and saw no reason to change that now.

"Ok, to begin with she knows nothing of the reports I've been working on for you. That is still just between you and me. But, um, she knows pretty much everything else," she said quietly. "Um, the bra, panties and hose I was wearing the second time I came in here were hers. We'd traded for the day."

"You traded underwear at work?" Joe asked. "That is hot! Where did you change? Oh, and thank you for keeping the work stuff secret from her."

"We actually didn't change here in the office," Michelle quickly corrected. "I, uh, I'd spent the night at her house the night before. The next morning she wore mine and I wore hers."

"Well, still hot," he laughed. "So she knew I dropped a load on her hose and panties?"

Michelle nodded. "Yeah. It kind of turned her on."

"And those were her pants today? And the women's shoes you wore when you came to get the shoes you forgot?"

Michelle nodded again.

"And that dress. Hers?" Joe asked.

Michelle giggled. "No, this is actually Anita's dress."

"Anita Booker? In reconciliations?"

Michelle nodded. "Yes. She and Sandra helped me get ready for this."

Joe looked thoughtful. "So, uh, how many more know about... uh... you know... uh, what we've done?"

"No one else knows what we've done," Michelle said. "However, today when I walked out of your office without my shoes Judy and Connie saw my feet and were asking Sandra questions. She just told them that I like to wear hose and paint my toe nails."

Joe nodded. "Your little secret may not be a secret much longer," he laughed.

Michelle nodded. "True. But if I need to I can just make sure I hide it better when I wear hose and panties. I've been wearing hose and panties to work for a couple of years and no one ever knew. I can go back to that."

They'd finished eating. "Why don't we take our wine and sit on the patio for a bit? Is it going to bother you if I smoke a cigar?"

Michelle shook her head. "Not at all. I can remember my daddy sitting on the porch with his after-dinner cigar."

"Benjamin will clean up the dinner dishes and go on home. We'll be alone after he leaves," Joe said as they settled onto a padded bench on the patio. "So, what do you mean you can go back to doing that? What you did before?"

"I mean when I first started doing it I just wore panties and hose under my slacks," Michelle told him. "No bra. And I wore socks over my hose so that if anyone saw my ankles they would see socks, not hose."

"So how did Sandra find out? The same way I did?" Joe asked.

"No. And I just started wear bras to work a few weeks ago. This has all escalated pretty fast. One day at lunch my shirt gapped open between two buttons and she could see my bra. No one else could, and she didn't say anything until I knew you noticed and kind of freaked out about it."

"Why did you freak out?" he asked.

"Well, because I wasn't sure how you were going to react," Michelle told him. "I was afraid I might lose my job when I first admitted to you that I was wearing a bra. But I knew you knew, so I couldn't try to hide it."

Joe put his arm around her. "I was so nervous trying to ask you about your bra," he laughed. "It wasn't so much that I wanted to know about the bra. I wanted to know if you did this... the whole Michelle thing. I'm glad you were honest with me."

Michelle snuggled into his side. "Me, too."

"I may need to stop coming to your office and locking the door," Michelle said softly.

Joe puffed on his cigar and blew a plume of blue smoke into the night sky.

"Yes, you probably should," he said. "But now that you know about this place we can just come up here. The elevator stops at my office, too. And there's a way to get to the garage from the main entrance downstairs."

"So you're saying you don't want to stop what we've been doing in your office?" Michelle asked.

"Well, hell no I don't want to stop. We're just going to have to be more careful. And, uh, maybe spend more time up here after work hours."

Michelle wrapped her arm around his chest to hug him. "I like that idea."

Joe dropped his cigar into the butt can beside the bench. "How would you like to check out the view from the bedroom?" he asked.

"I'd love to," Michelle said. "But, um, well..."

"What is it, girl?" he asked. "Getting cold feet?"

"No," Michelle said. "Um, I've had this, uh, sort of, uh, fantasy."

"Oh, I see," he laughed. "And what is it?"

"Um, can I take your pants off and give my first blow job out here on the patio?"

Joe laughed. "Only a fool would turn that down!" he said. "Wait! Your first blow job?"

Michelle blushed and nodded. "Well, my first with a grown man," she said. "And I want it to be special. Doing it out here will make it more special."

"Of course." He stood and reached for the waistband of his pants, but Michelle put her hands over his.

"Let me," she whispered.

Joe moved his hands. Michelle dropped to her knees and hooked her fingers in the waistband of Joe's pants.

She looked closely at his cock as she pulled the pants down his legs. "No underwear," she giggled. "Bold for a first date."

Joe laughed. "I was really hoping we'd get to this," he said.

Michelle leaned forward licking, sniffing and tasting Joe's cock and balls. When his pants were around his ankles Joe sat back down and let Michelle take the pants off of him. He'd been naked on the patio with other women, but those times didn't have the sensuousness that he felt now as Michelle kissed and licked his upper thighs and rubbed her face on his cock and balls.

She took his now hard cock in her mouth and moved her head up and down, coating his shaft with her saliva. Joe groaned and put his hands on her head, gently caressing her hair. Michelle pushed his shirt up around his chest and pinched both of his nipples while she worked her wet mouth up and down on his dick.

"Ahhh, Michelle, damn you are good at that!" Joe moaned. Michelle could feel his shaft already throbbing in her mouth. She pushed down until Joe's mushroom head was in the back of her throat.

"Where do you want me to cum?" Joe asked.

Michelle pulled her head back until his dick slipped free of her lips. "In my mouth," she whispered. "I want to taste you. I want to swallow your cum." Then she opened her mouth wide and put it back over his cock, taking most of it in her mouth before she closed her lips.

Joe's legs were straight out, his toes curled. His hands tightened on Michelle's head.

Michelle pulled her head back a little and tried to prepare to take her first load of cum in her mouth. She'd tasted some others after the face, including her own and Joe's. But this would be the first time she let a man actually shoot in her mouth. She hoped she didn't gag.

"Oh, fuck, here it is, baby! HERE IT CUMS!!!!!"

Michelle felt a throb, then Joe's hips jerked, pushing his cock deeper into her as a big gush of cum filled her mouth. Each time his cock throbbed his hips jerked and more cum gushed into Michelle's mouth. She swallowed each gush, until his hips stopped jerking and the cum oozed from his softening head.

Michelle sucked gently. Joe's hands on her head relaxed. His chest moved up and down as he gasped to breathe normally. Michelle lay her face against his thigh with his dick still in her mouth, still savoring the musky, salty taste of his cum. Without even realizing it she was softly stroking his chest and belly as they enjoyed the afterglow of their sex.

"Come up here beside me, baby," Joe said, still panting for breath. Michelle moved onto the bench beside him and lay her head on his shoulder. "That was fucking fantastic!" he said as he rubbed her back.

"Thank you, baby," she said softly. "I'm glad you liked it. I loved doing it."

"Really? You really love doing that? I thought girls only did that because guys insisted they do it," he said. "My wife hated doing it. She would when we were first together, but I practically had to beg her. And then one time I accidently started cumming before I warned her and some cum got in her mouth and she spit it back on me and hit me. And that was the last time my dick was ever in her mouth."

"Well, I don't know that many girls or how they feel about it, but I know there are some who love to do it. Me being trans may have something to do with me loving it," Michelle said.

"Well, whatever the reason, I'm glad you love it. And I find it hard to believe that was your first time," Joe said. "I mean, I believe you, but it's hard to imagine that you're that good at it on your first try."

Michelle giggled. "I've watched and read a lot of porn on the internet," she said.

"So, what do we do now?" Joe asked. "If I was with a real wo... uh,..."

"What would you do if you were with a real woman?" Michelle asked quietly. "Or, since I'm not a real woman, should I just quietly sneak out and go home?"

"Oh, no! I don't want you to go home," Joe said quickly. "I, uh, well, if I was with a woman at this point I'd probably take her to the bedroom and, uh, you know, fuck her."

"So does that mean you can go again tonight?" Michelle asked.

"Oh, yeah, at least once more, maybe twice," Joe said proudly. "Those little blue pills are a scientific marvel."

"But you don't want to take me to the bedroom and, you know, fuck me?" Michelle asked.

"You mean fuck you in the... um, your, uh," Joe stammered.

Michelle giggled. "How about if tonight we call it my pussy? Have you ever fucked a pussy like mine before?"

"Uh, well, yeah, I've been with a few women who wanted me to fuck them up the ass, but, uh, not with, uh..."

Michelle laughed. She sat up and looked at Joe. "Tell me, Joe. Is this a one-night stand? Or do you plan for us to do this again?"

"Well, again, of course," Joe said. "I mean, we were talking earlier about coming up here after work hours instead of locking my office door during the day."

Michelle smiled. "I thought so. So, let's get past a few things. I am not a woman. Neither am I a man. I'm me. I have a dick which I prefer we call my clit. You can touch it, jack it, suck it, pretty much anything you want to do to it. But you don't have to do anything to it. I'm perfectly fine with calling my asshole an asshole. We don't have to call it my pussy. But I need you to get comfortable with who I am and what equipment I have. Okay?"

Joe laughed. "I'm trying, baby. This is all new to me. Yours is the first clit or dick I've touched since I was young and learning about sex. I want to make you happy. I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel a few minutes ago."

Michelle leaned in and kissed him on the lips. "You know what would make me happy right now?" she asked as she flicked her tongue against his lips.

"What?" he asked while he also flicked his tongue against her lips.

"Take me to the bedroom and take my dress off and make love to me," she said softly. "I want you to take my other virginity."

Joe pulled back and looked at her. "Other?"

"First it was my mouth," Michelle explained. "Like I said, that's the first time I've sucked a man's dick. Now I want my ass fucked."

Joe smiled as he stood and pulled Michelle to her feet. "As you wish, my dear," he said.

In the bedroom Michelle took her earrings, necklace and bracelets off. Then she stood beside the bed for Joe to undress her.

"You are so sexy," he whispered as he unbuttoned the top. When he had it open he pushed it down her arms. "I love your bras," he said softly as he rubbed his hands over the soft cups covering Michelle's pecs. He could feel her hard nipples through the thin material.

He knelt in front of Michelle and lowered the dress down her smooth legs. He held the dress while she stepped out of it, then laid it on the end of the bed. He ran his hands up and down Michelle's soft legs, then across the hard bulge in the front of her panties. He leaned in and kissed the bulge, then had her sit on the edge of the bed. He unbuckled the straps of her heels and took them off of her feet. He pulled her feet to his face and kissed them before he stood back up.

While Joe put the dress over a wing chair in the corner of the room Michelle moved up to lay on his bed. Joe pulled his Polo over his head before he crawled on the bed to kiss her.

Michelle put her arms around his neck and opened her mouth. She pushed her tongue against his as he ran his hands over her body, touching her bra and her panties. He pinched Michelle's nipples and squeezed her hard clit. He rubbed his hard dick against her smooth thigh.

"You have such sexy legs," he breathed as he kissed her and ran his hands up and down her legs.

Michelle spread her legs and pushed her hips up. Joe ran his hand down between her legs, past her balls, all the way to the back of her ass crack. He pushed his finger under the elastic of her panties and rubbed his finger up and down her crack until he found her puckered hole.

"Oh!" Michelle moaned when he pushed the tip of his finger against her tight ring. "Ummmmmmmm," she groaned when he worked the his finger into her to the first knuckle.

"You like that, baby?" he whispered as he worked his finger in and out of her. "You like it when I finger fuck your tight hole?"

"Oh, yessssss," Michelle moaned. "Oh, please, more. Put more in me."

Joe chuckled as he pushed a second fingertip against her anal opening. Michelle moaned again and pushed her ass up to meet his finger. There was a sharp pain when the two fingers slipped inside her, but she pushed her ass against his hand to try to get more in.

"Oh, yeah, my little slut is horny, isn't she?" They had never talked about Joe calling her a slut or whore or bitch... but when he did she liked it.

"Oh, yes, baby," she moaned. "Your little slut needs to be fucked."

"Oh, and you will be, slut," Joe cooed in her ear. "Daddy's going to put my big dick all the way up in your slutty asshole. I'm going to make you beg Daddy to fuck you harder." Again, they hadn't discussed calling Joe her Daddy during sexy. But Michelle liked it.

"Oh, yes, Daddy, fuck my slutty asshole," she moaned as she tried to push her hole against his fingers to get more into her.

"Get up on your knees," Joe said gruffly. He slapped Michelle's ass cheek as she rolled over.

Joe got off the bed to get the lube out of the nightstand. When he came back he grabbed Michelle's hips to move her closer to the edge of the bed. He slowly lowered her panties just enough to have access to her hole.

A shiver ran through Michelle's body when she felt him squeeze some cold lube into her ass crack. She moaned again when he smeared it around her hole and pushed two fingers in her again, this time all the way in.

"Ahhhh!" Michelle cried out when he roughly shoved the fingers into her.

"Too much?" he asked.

Michelle shook her head back and forth. "No," she gasped. "Don't stop."

Joe slapped her butt cheek hard with his other hand. Michelle jumped, but she didn't complain, so he slapped her other cheek even harder.

"That's for being such a fucking slut!" he said as he landed another hard swat on her cheek. "Are you my slut?" he asked as he swatted the other cheek again.

"Yes, Daddy, yes!" Michelle cried out. "I'm your slut. I'm your dirty, nasty slut! Spank me, Daddy! Spank me and fuck me!"

Joe worked the two fingers in and out of her a few times, then pulled them out and put his mushroom head against her wrinkled brown hole. "You ready to be fucked, slut?"

"Yes, oh, yes, Daddy," Michelle moaned. "Fuck me now, please."

Michelle was ready to feel a hard dick in her tight hole. She'd fantasized about it. She'd dreamed about it. She'd jacked off thinking about it. And now it was finally going to happen!

Joe wanted to shove his cock into her. He wanted to feel her tight ass envelope his throbbing shaft. But he didn't want to hurt her. So he did like he'd read about. He'd push in just a little, then back off, then push a little more. After five tries his bulbous head popped past her sphincter muscle.

"Oooowwwwweeee oooooooo," Michelle yelled when the big invader finally entered her. She put her face down on the bed and breathed like a woman in labor.

Joe knew what to do. He stopped and held his cock still inside her, letting her muscles adapt to the stretching. Finally the pain eased and Michelle pushed back against him. Joe took that as his signal to push on into her.

He held her hips and pulled her back as he pushed into her. His cock slowly slid in until his balls were against hers. He held still to let her get used to being filled.

"You okay?" he asked quietly.

"Yes," she answered.

Joe started to pull his cock back, then push back in. He squirted more lube on his shaft as he worked it in and out.

"Oh, yeah, that's it, Daddy," Michelle gasped. "Yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."

Joe fucked her harder and harder until he was pulling his cock all the way back and slamming it back into her. On one of his slams she lost her balance and fell forward on the bed. Joe followed her down and continued to pump his cock in and out of her.

Michelle was pushing her ass back against him. Her hard cock was rubbing on the soft comforter on his bed.

"Oh, yes, fuck me!" Michelle moaned. "I want to feel you cum in me! I want to feel you cum in my slutty ass!"

"Yes, yes, bitch!" Joe growled. "I'm going to cum in your slutty ass! Get ready for it, bitch! Here it cums!"

Michelle could feel his cock throbbing in her tight hole. She felt two really hard spasms, then the warm cream coating her bowels. She felt her own cock throbbing and spewing cream on Joe's comforter as Joe collapsed on her back, his hips still jerking.

Michelle lay flat under him, loving the feeling of his weight on her and his dick in her ass. Finally Joe rolled to the side. His cock pulled out of her with a pop and left a trail of his cum across her cheek as he rolled to lay beside her.

Michelle turned on her side facing him. She put her hand on his face, softly caressing him.

"Thank you, baby," she said softly. "That was wonderful."

"Yes, yes it was," Joe smiled.

They lay without speaking for several minutes until Joe opened his eyes and looked at her.

"Will you spend the night with me?" he asked.

Michelle smiled and nodded. "I'd love to."

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Sandra and Anita lay in Sandra's bed kissing with their legs intertwined. Each was humping her pubis against the other's thigh. Both of their bodies were sweaty and coated with the product of several orgasms.

"I never knew it was so much fun to kiss a woman," Anita said.

"Mmmm, I'd done it before, but I don't remember enjoying it as much as now. Maybe it's just the company," Sandra smiled.

"You think Michelle's getting fucked tonight?" Anita asked.

"I hope so," Sandra said. "I know she wanted to lose her virginity."

"So this was kind of her Prom date?" Anita giggled.

"I guess so," Sandra laughed. She looked at the clock on the nightstand. "It's getting pretty late. I wonder if she's coming home tonight."

"Speaking of which, can I stay here tonight?" Anita asked. "I'm really comfortable right now."

Sandra laughed. "I was hoping you'd want to stay."

"Am I your girlfriend now?" Anita giggled.

"Or and I your girlfriend?" Sandra giggled.

"Or are we both Michelle's side-piece?" Anita said.

"Or is Michelle Joe's side-piece?" Sandra asked.

"Oh, definitely yes on that one," Anita laughed. "Joe's married. He has a main piece."

"Mmm, let's figure that out in the morning," Sandra said. "Roll over and let me snuggle behind you."

"What if I want to snuggle behind you?" Anita asked.

Sandra shook her head. "Nope. You have tits for me to grope while we go to sleep."

Anita sighed and rolled onto her side with her back to Sandra.

NOTE: There will probably be one more chapter of this storyline to wrap up loose ends and see if Mike or Michelle shows up for work now. But it may be a couple of weeks. I am leaving on vacation early next week, so if you are enjoying this, and I hope you are, be patient and I will try to bring it to a close ~Fran_cd.