Aunt Mary's Dress Shoppe Pt. 03

What an experience I had. First I just want to say that trying to drive a car wearing high heels and a full blown wedding gown with huge skirts was damn near impossible. Just getting in the car was an adventure. Not just because of the unmanageable and ungainly dress but also I was still terrified of being seen and recognized.

The shoes did not help but somehow both the heels and dress kept my dick hard the entire time. Then I had to pile all the skirts into my lap so I didn't step on them while I drove.

Then there was the store, Jo-Ann Fabrics. I did my absolute best to hold my head up as I walked in and I have to tell you that my heart was racing a mile a minute.

Aunt Mary was right and her order was ready for pickup but they refused to give it to me right away because I had no I. D. on me.

"Seriously, where the fuck do you carry things while wearing a dress like this?" I whispered under my breath as the sales rep called my aunt to confirm I wasn't trying to steal her order. Unfortunately the lady heard me.

After she hung up having confirmed I was legit, she said, "Normally women carry a purse but not when they wear things like that. In this case your supposed to have someone carry things for you."

"Oh, um, sorry. I'm kinda new to this." I explained more than a little embarrassed by the need for her to call and confirm who I was, the way I was dressed and being heard cursing under my breath.

"No worries dear. Your aunt is one of our best customers and we've seen quite a few of her local clients in here. Are you getting married?" She asked.

"Oh, no. I was just modeling this for a client of my aunts. I work in her shoppe." I answered.

"Well, you certainly look very pretty. My name is Tanya and I already know your name's Cammy right?" She asked and I was sure, well almost sure she was flirting with me. I really had no actual experience.

"Um yeah. I mean it's actually Cameron but I guess now it's Cammy." I stammered as I normally did when talking to girls.

"Relax sweetheart. Why dont I call your aunt and tell her you'll be running a bit late so we can go have lunch? Since you're in a dress, I'll be the man so it'll be my treat." She offered.

I looked her over. She was wearing a short skirt and a blue blouse. "But you're in a dress too?" I said questioningly.

"No, this is a skirt not a dress." She said giggling and then added, "Much still you have to learn my young padawan.

Holy fuck. A star wars reference? Wow. Where was she when I was in highschool?

"Okay, I guess but where would we go where I won't get my ass kicked for dressing like this? I asked agreeing to have lunch with her.

"Oh, you dont have to worry about that around here. People are used to seeing a man in a dress thanks to your aunt. The local church has performed at least a hundred gay weddings. One guy in town loves to make his boyfriends walk around in pretty dresses all the time. Trust me, no one will beat you up or anything else although you might get a few proposals wearing that thing." She explained.

"His name isn't Blanchard is it?" I asked.

"How did you know?" Tanya asked me.

"I was modeling this dress for his fiance." I said.

"Oh, that kid aint his fiance. He likes to dress up young beta males in dresses like this for his own sexual pleasure. He will tire of him soon and move on to another beta. He's well known for that. Wait a minute, did he fuck you?" She asked excitedly.

My face turned bright red. I had just begun to get comfortable talking to someone while wearing this fabulous but humiliating dress when she asked and then seeing my red face she added, "O M G you did. you gotta tell me all about it."

With Tanya's help we loaded my aunts considerable order into the car and after she took off for lunch and called my aunt to explain why I would be late, we drove to a local fine dining restaurant.

I got a few odd looks when we walked in but nothing more and we were quickly seated.

"I feel so self conscious. This dress is awesome but so conspicuous." I said as Tanya ordered for the both of us making me even more humiliated but I did enjoy it.

"So tell me about it?" She asked although I felt like it was a demand.

I arrived at my aunt's house about ten days ago and somehow just ended up wearing a dress." I said not wanting to give out any of the details."

"Just happened to end up wearing a dress... Okay, I won't press to hard but I've seen a lot of girly boys in this towne and they all have one thing in common, they were complete submissives before they ever put on their first dress. I've wanted to get one alone for a while but they always have their masters or mistresses around." She said.

She saw me as a submissive. The thought somehow shamed me even though it was kinda obvious what with me walking around town in a wedding dress.

"Why would you want to get one alone?" I asked completely oblivious of the fact that our entire conversation was held in front of the waiter.

"I want to know what it's like for someone like you to willingly accept being submissive. To wear a dress knowing it wasn't meant for you. To accept a man inside you." She said again with a measure of excitement.

The waiter placed our food in front of us just as I leaned over and whispered, "I love it." The waiter hurriedly excused himself and I added, "Just having a dress on makes me want to be a whore. I dont know why. I never wore a dress before coming to my aunt's house and now that I have, I want to wear one all the time. You girls are so lucky."

"You know, that waiter has been hanging around our table quite a lot. I think he wants to fuck you and I wanna watch. I wanna see a man surrender his dignity and manhood to become a fuck toy." Tanya said and as if to humiliate me further for my confession, she called the waiter over to our table.

"Hi, what's your name dear?" Tany asked the waiter.

"My name is Paul, is there anything I can get you. More to drink?" He asked politely.

"No just wanted to know if you like seeing her and wanted to fuck her? You know about the sissy boys in this towne right?" Tanya asked as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

The waiter was a bit startled buy the abruptness of the question and quickly looked around to see who was watching or might have overheard but it seemed the coast was clear so he leaned in and said in a low voice, almost a whisper, "She is a pretty boy."

"Yes she is isn't she? Now we have a little problem here, you see her aunt made her wear this pretty thing but when she puts on a dress, all she wants to do is get laid. If she doesn't get some cock in her soon she's gonna bust. You got any place to have a little fun?

"The manager's office is empty." He suggested.

Without bothering to pay the bill, I was led by the eager young waiter into the back of the restaurant and through the kitchen to the manager's office. Every eye was on me.

There was no time wasted on preliminaries. I was quite quickly bent over a small chair while my skirts were thrown up onto my back and my panties were pulled down.

My ass had already been fucked once today and there was plenty of sperm already inside me and now there was going to be some more. For such a sweet looking boy, he was surprisingly rough and shoved all the way inside me making me scream out in pain.

He didn't take his time either. He just began fucking me good and hard as soon as he was inside me. It took less time to fuck me than it took to get used to his cock inside me and it was over before it had hardly began. I was about to get up and back on my feet when Tanya pushed me back down onto the chair. Before I knew what was happening the door opened and someone else walked in. It was the busboy.

And he quickly pulled out his cock and mounted me plowing on inside me. I was fucked by seven people all for the amusement of Tanya, A girl I had just met. I was pretty sure that at least one of the cocks that went up my ass belonged not to one of the employees of the restaurant but a customer. At least one.

Tanya had me continue to stay bent over the chair after the last man had fucked me while she made a call on her cell phone. She didn't speak, she just held the phone to my ear.

"I told you that a sissy was property and I might sell you one day. Well, surprise, today's the day. Tanya will just love having a sissy to take care of her house and I'm sure your pantied ass will make her a lot of money." My aunt said.

THE END.