Wear Something Pretty To The Party

My nervousness kicked in again as I stood exposed to the ladies. Not knowing what else to say or do, I held up the card and began to read out loud: "All dolled-up and ready for love, this scarlet satin babydoll features heart embroidery and beaded cups. Notice the slim, adjustable straps, lace trim and matching satin panty, which completes the hot flirty look. This outfit is on sale for next ten minutes for only 29.95."

Then it said to lift the sides of the material up and out and do 5 complete turns. I couldn't believe this was happening as I grasped the sides and lifted and attempted to turn around in high heels. As I turned and lifted, the material rose above my panties, which made my dick even more apparent. On my second turn I noticed one of the girls had Brianna's camera, and as I was spinning she fired off a round of "action" shots.

One of the ladies asked for a closer look so I made my way over to her seat as I finished my last turn. She told me she needed to inspect the material and instructed me to sit on her knees, facing her. I stepped forward and slowly spread my legs and gently sat down on her pantyhose covered thighs, just below her skirt. She said to put my hands behind my back and hold onto her knees. This forced me into a slight reclining position that pushed my hips forward a bit. The camera went off again.

The lady gently explored the babydoll material with her fingers, tracing up and down my hard, flat stomach and sides and brushing her fingers across the cups. The lace material teased my nipples as she stroked there and, to my horror, my body began to respond. The little nubs beneath the cups hardened until they were pointy pebbles, and the bulge in my panties started to twitch. "Oh my, look what we have here", she said as she turned her attention to my panties and started running her finger around the outline of my cock.

The other ladies were sitting up in their seats so they could get a clear view. She kept tracing around the head and down the sides until reaching down and under the sack. The twitching turned to full-scale growth as my penis became fully erect. "I like these panties, and I'm sure my boyfriend would like this babydoll too, although I don't think he would ever be caught dead wearing it himself like you are", she said. I cringed with embarrassment. "I think I'll take this set. You can sit up and take it off."

I sat up and began to pull the babydoll up and over my head. When it pulled free I felt even more naked sitting there in just the panties, stockings and shoes. I carefully folded the top into a neat square and handed it to her. She said, "I better help you with the panty so nothing gets caught in there." Before I could object, she grabbed the front of the panties and pulled them open, peeking inside, then told me to stand up.

As I stood she carefully maneuvered the panty past my erection and down my stocking covered legs. When they were just above my knees she stopped and said I could do the rest. I had to bend over and push them the rest of the way down to my feet, and step out of them. I slowly stood up, my erection lewdly poking out from my body, folded the panty into a tiny square and handed the small piece of silk to her. She pointed and said, "The stockings too…you can put a foot up on the coffee table to get them off."

I glanced over at the table and stepped over to it, slipped my high heels off and placed my right foot on the edge of the table. My raised leg made my cock stick up further for everyone to see. I slowly rolled down the stocking. Once off, I did the other leg and standing now completely bare in front of everyone, folded the stockings into small squares and handed them over to my new customer. I thanked her for her purchase and then noticed Brianna standing in the doorway dressed in the most beautiful pink satin slip, panties and slippers.

My heart thumped when I saw her and she just smiled at me and said “Keith, you've done well on your first modeling job, there's a new bottle of champagne in the refrigerator, after you put your shoes back on, would you please be a good boy and get the bottle and we can celebrate.”

Brianna’s apartment was laid out like mine so I intuitively knew where the kitchen was. As I slipped my shoes back on and turned and walked to the refrigerator the ladies began whistling and giggling. When I got to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator the cold air brushed across my naked belly and instantly made my nipples jut out even more. I spotted and grabbed the champagne and with as much confidence as I could muster I stood tall and walked back to the group, my cock jiggling as I went.

The ladies were all enjoying my predicament Brianna instructed me to open the bottle while standing in the middle of the room so they could “see my muscles at work” and so she could get a good shot.

I began peeling the foil off the neck, and then loosened the wire and removed it. Now the tricky part was to get the plastic cork out of the bottle without a table or anything to support the bottle on. I started twisting the cork with my right hand while holding the bottle tight against my belly. Someone made the comment that the bottle looked like an enormous penis sticking out of me. The cork was almost out so I slowed down, trying to let the air gradually.

I almost had it out when all of a sudden it popped off and foamy champagne blasted out onto my face, chest and neck, flowing down my front. The camera went off. The champagne was freezing cold as it made its way down my body to my cock and then dripped off my smooth, naked balls and onto the floor.

All of the ladies jumped to my rescue, one taking the now half full bottle from me, another running to the kitchen for towels, and Brianna and her other friend patting my shoulder and back in consolation. “That’s OK Keith, we’ll clean up your little accident.”

Before long all the girls had towels and were rubbing me dry. At first I thought they were genuinely being considerate, but soon I realized that it wasn’t all for my benefit. They seemed especially concerned about getting my cock and balls dry, as that's where most of the rubbing seemed to be occurring.

Two girls were rubbing my balls while a third had her towel wrapped around my cock and was stroking it, Brianna was wiping off my face, neck and chest. When she was convinced I was quite dry she said, "Ok, that's enough girls lets have some bubbly and then it's time for Keith to get back to work, he has another outfit waiting for him." I poured the remaining champagne into the glasses that were brought over and Brianna said I could take mine back to her room. She gave me a little pat on the butt and told me to get moving and I reluctantly broke away from the girls and headed to the bedroom.

Unfortunately, I all too soon discovered my next "assignment". Spread out on the bed was a black silk thong teddy. I carefully picked up the lingerie and felt the soft lacy material and thought, oh no, here we go again. I slipped the teddy over my head and gently pulled it down to my waist. It was open in the back and the sides except for a panty like waistband that fit around my hips. The cups sat loosely over my chest and the crotch flapped between my butt and cock.

Snapping the crotch together was going to be a challenge since the design was definitely not made for a man. I positioned the material to the right of my groin and fastened the two pieces together. It was tight but not unmanageable. Once connected, I pushed my cock and balls inside and pointed my penis straight up. My balls were pressed tight into my body as the back wedged between my cheeks; it could almost pass as a good fit. I picked up the instruction card to see what I was going to have to say. As I read the card I just sighed and headed for the door.

They hadn't even seen me yet and I could hear laughing coming from the living room. I walked down the hallway and peeked in to see what was going on. The woman who had bought the red babydoll and panties from me had actually changed into the outfit, white stockings and all. Brianna had changed into a pair of plain white cotton panties and bra. Her other friend was dressed in the pink satin slip, panties and slippers; Brianna must have borrowed her panties and bra. The other lady was the only one left in regular clothes.

Someone noticed me standing there, and Brianna instructed me to come stand in the middle of the room so they could all see my outfit. I walked into the center of the room and began to read the card. "The mood is classic glamour. The sensibility is sweet seduction. Greet that special man, or woman, dressed in lightly lined demi cups with sexy blossoms of rose patterned lace with twinned adjustable straps, lace bodice and satin back. Thong back snaps beneath. This outfit can be yours for only $19.95."

Next the card said I was to demonstrate how the bottom worked by unsnapping the bottom and leaving it open, there were very specific, detailed instructions on doing this. I looked at all the eyes watching and slowly set the instruction card on the table, and placed my right foot up on the table. With trembling hands I reached down under my balls and unsnapped the thong. Once separated, I pulled the back out of my cheeks and let my cock fall down from its imprisoned panty.

Next, I was to place my hands behind my head and visit each lady and do a twirl. One by one I delivered my twirls until I was directly in front of the fully dressed girl. She seemed to have a special interest in my outfit and grabbed hold of the front dangling flap and pulled me to her.

My now rock hard cock was only inches from her face as she ran her fingers up and down my bare sides. She reached under my legs and pulled the back of the thong forward until it was once again lodged deep in my butt. As she examined the snaps, my balls couldn't help but brush against her hand, causing my engorged penis to throb with each heartbeat. My breathing was short as she pulled the material to the right and fastened the snaps, leaving my cock fully uncovered.

"There, that's nicer. I can see you like wearing women's undies, look what it's done to your little cock." She wrapped one hand around my pole and with the other, gently cupped and squeezed my balls. She waved my cock in front of her face and pointed it directly at her slightly parted lips. Just as she set the head of my cock on her lower lip she looked directly into my eyes and said, "I'll take the teddy, now strip for me."

Grasping my cock head snuggly between her lips and not letting go, she unsnapped the bottom and placed both her hands on my butt. I unwedged myself from the back flap and pinched the sides of the teddy between my thumbs and forefingers and lifted up to my shoulders and over my head. All the while she remained motionless with just the tip of my cock in her mouth, her hands holding my butt tight and her eyes traveling up and down my torso. I folded the teddy into a tiny square and handed it to her. As she sat back up, my cock popped from her mouth and bounced gently in front of me. She said, "Thank you, you sure have a special knack at selling women's undies."

"Naughty, naughty", Brianna said. She walked into the living room in a white lace bustier, stockings, and white heels. The lace was so sheer you could see right through. Her nipples were proudly displayed beneath the white lace cups, her pussy, obviously shaved, exposed in see thru panties, and sheer nude stockings held up by straps attached to the bustier.

"I see you've been playing while I was getting dressed. Did anybody get any pictures?" One of the girls said she got it all; she was holding Brianna's camera, I hadn't noticed the flash going off. I wonder how many other pictures I hadn't noticed. Brianna said, "There is a surprise waiting for you in the bedroom, scoot." I snapped out of my sex induced haze and hurried out of there, my rock hard cock leading the way.

Back in the safety of her bedroom, instead of a new outfit waiting for me, all I noticed was a small wrapped gift box placed in the center of the bed. I picked it up and there was a card with my name on it. The card read, "Keith, thanks for being such a good sport. Here is a pair of your very own that you can keep. When you're dressed, come to the kitchen and help me prepare some food for our guests. Love - Brianna."

I tore off the gift-wrap and opened the box. Inside was the most delicate pair of white lace panties I've ever seen. They had white embroidered see thru lace roses on the sides and a solid white textured silk panel up the front and a full back. I couldn't wait to get them on.

I stepped into my new panties and pulled them up and over my cock. They were tight fitting but comfortable--my cock was completely covered by the center white panel and the tight narrow crotch firmly tucked my balls away somewhere inside my body; I looked kind of pretty in my new panties. My god, what was happening to me, I looked ridiculous wearing women's panties, who did I think I was fooling. But I was sort of looking forward to being with the girls in my new outfit. I decided to go help Brianna in the kitchen.

As I rounded the corner I noticed the girls were commenting on how nice the black thong teddy looked on my new customer. She filled it out much nicer then I ever could, her breasts filled the lace cups, and the bottom fit smoothly over her shaved mound. Compared to her I looked like some sort of freak in panties. The girls, now all dressed in their new purchases noticed me heading for the kitchen and let off a few wolf whistles for my benefit.

In the kitchen Brianna was cutting fruit, still dressed in lace, I could plainly see her butt through the sheer panties. I thanked her for the present and she looked at me, then her, both of us in white, lace silk, like we had something in common. There was a long uncomfortable pause in the conversation but then she broke the ice by asking for some help. She pointed out where the dishes and silverware were and asked that I set the table.

I busily gathered the required items and got to work. The girls decided to linger over to watch as I hurried back and forth in my panties. There were comments about how they should all have a man like that to help around the house. There were a few pats on my butt as I set the table and comments on how cute my buns looked wrapped in silk.

Finally everything was ready and we all sat down to eat. Brianna asked me to sit at the head of the table so everyone had a good view of me in my new clothes. When I sat down someone complained that they couldn't see anything. Brianna told me to go get a stool from the kitchen.

When I returned with the stool my chair had been pulled away and she told me I could sit on the stool. Sitting on the stool placed my panty-covered crotch at eyelevel of the guests, I had to spread open my legs to get close enough to the table.

Food was passed around and I did my best to concentrate on the lunch. Conversation quickly turned to how cute I looked in panties. As I looked around at the four ladies I saw a sea of nipples under sheer bras, bare arms, tight tummies, and pretty smiles. All that eye candy took its toll, and before I knew it, I was sporting another huge hard on.

Being displayed on my stool left little to the imagination, and the women quickly noticed my predicament. The lady to my left, dressed in the red babydoll, tried to comfort me by patting my leg, saying that was OK, completely normal in a situation like this. She then offered to help me relieve my situation and scooted her chair over next to my stool.

She said it looked like my panties were cutting off my circulation and she better take a look. She told me to pull them down to just above my knees. I hesitated and looked over to Brianna, but she gave me a nod, so I stood up and pulled down my panties to my thighs and sat back down. "There isn't that better", she said. "My boyfriend likes it when I do this to him, do you like this?"

She wrapped her fingers around my hard penis and slowly stroked it. All eyes were on me as my breath shortened and my pulse picked up. One of the ladies touched her breasts as she was watching my cock get jacked off. Another lady had her hand under the table and had that faraway look in her eyes. This went on for what seemed like an eternity, but as hard as I tried I just couldn't cum.

The woman jacking me off said, "I don't know what's wrong, my boyfriend would have blown his load by now." The lady to my right said she knew what was wrong, "let me try."

"Here, take one leg out of your panties and turn this way." She helped me take my right leg out of the panties, and then set them to rest on my left thigh. She swung me around so my right leg was on one side of her and my left leg on the other, then she scooted forward so her face was directly in front of my cock. She looked around the table and grabbed the canned whip cream. She said, "My husband loves this."

Several people gasped when she shook the can and then placed the tip of the whipped cream nozzle in her mouth and pulled sideways. You could hear the cream filling her mouth but none escaped. When it was full she returned the can to the table and faced me.

She took my cock in her hand and opened her mouth. The whipped cream filled her mouth completely and as she positioned my penis at the tips of her lips and leaned forward, whipped cream oozed out the sides and coated my nude balls. The soft creamy liquid felt wonderful against my aching cock. She worked it all the way to the back of her throat and then started pumping; all the way in, all the way out. Her head was bobbing up and down on my cock and I could see her boobs bouncing around in the black teddy. I gently placed my hands on her head and savored the blowjob.

God I wanted to cum in her mouth but the more I tried the more fruitless it seemed to get. Several of the girls were openly masturbating and Brianna was busy taking pictures. After a while the girl looked up at me, stopped, and licked and swallowed the whip cream off my balls. She sat up and asked what was wrong. I said I didn't know, for some reason I just couldn't cum.

Brianna said she knew what the problem was, and walked over to me. She said to stand up and put my panties back on. I got off the stool and stepped back into my panties and pulled them up my legs and over my cock. She said, "higher." So I pulled up on the lace sides until they were above my hips and the crotch was cutting into my balls. She told me to grab my buns and then stepped behind me and placed her arms around me.

I could feel her lace covered tits and tummy rubbing against my back. Like she did in the bathroom earlier, one hand rubbed my stomach and nipples and the other hand rubbed up and down the front of my panties.

She said out loud, "I'll count to three, and when I say three I want you to fill your panties. One," she gave my balls a little slap, "Two", and another slap, "and Three."

After the third little slap something changed inside me. My groin tightened and somewhere deep inside all the barriers, both physical and psychological, opened up. I groaned as the first gush of sperm shot out my cock and unloaded into my panties. I leaned back into Brianna and she held me tight as a second convulsion sent more sperm shooting out my penis, filling my panties. Then a third, forth and fifth spasm produced successively less and less cum until I was finally pumping dry.

I had never cum so much, the gooey liquid oozing out the lace sides and turning the center material transparent. Brianna held me as I looked around the table. From the looks on their faces it looked like at least two of the women had cum too.

"My god that was so hot." someone said. Brianna explained, "The problem was that since Keith is now a true panty boy, he can't cum unless his cock is in his panties." I felt so humiliated wearing cum stained panties and realizing what she said was probably true. "Keith's life has just taken a big turn for the better. From now on he will only be able to wear panties, no more boxers, briefs, jock straps or whatever else men wear, just silky women's panties.