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Date: Thu, 06 Nov 2003 21:32:07 +0000
From: Karen Dixon <trannykaren@hotmail.com>
Subject: How The Cleaning Lady Got Dirty Part 1 (TG:TV)
A story of teen awakenings, dressings and undressings. The first of many
chapters. Let me know what you think. All comments to
trannykaren@hotmail.com
During my final years at school I took a weekend job at a motorway service
station to earn some 'going out' money. It was mindless, repetitive, menial
work -- I had to keep the restaurant and toilet areas clean and tidy -- but
it gave me the money to enjoy my teenage freedoms. It also had its
benefits. The management were rarely around on a weekend, and consequently
I spent much of my time in my storage room office idly wanking over the
porn mags I used to find in the bins and toilet stalls.
One hot July afternoon I was asked to provide evening cover for one of the
cleaning staff who was away celebrating her sister's wedding. The overtime
rate was good and I had nothing planned that night, so I readily agreed.
Around 7pm I made my way to the night office from where I would be working
for the next few hours. Inside I found Janice, the full-time cleaner who
did my job during the week. Because of the shift arrangement, I rarely saw
her, which was a shame because Janice was a fantastically sexy
forty-something woman -- exactly the type I fantasised over obsessively at
that age. She was dressed to the nines and explained that she'd been
covering for the same person as me during the day, and was now on her way
to join the wedding celebrations at a nearby hotel where she would be
spending the night. To save time, she had changed into her party clothes
as work and was just about to catch a taxi. I wished her a good night and
she looked me up and down knowingly and said it was a shame I wasn't coming
to. I blushed and felt the beginnings of a hard-on inside my uniform.
After she'd gone I sat around in the office for a while, bored and
listless. Eventually I got to thinking about Janice and would she would be
doing by now. I pictured myself as the victim of a drunken seduction back
in her hotel room. I imagined her undressing, revealing her heavy breasts
and sliding her skirt and nylons down her ample ass and thighs. I became of
a hint of her perfume in the muggy air of the office, and developed an
overwhelming curiosity to look in her locker. Opening the narrow metal
door, a heady female aroma, a mixture of perfume, sweat and something else,
immediately assailed my nostrils and my cock twitched. On the shelf in
front of me were Janice's tan tights and her white lace bra and knickers,
which she had clearly been wearing only an hour or so previously. I picked
up the tights and inhaled deeply their evocative scent. I could clearly
discern where her pussy and ass had only so recently been, and I ran my
tongue across the nylon as I relished the imagery in my mind's eye. I
imagined Janice being fucked by a big hairy cock at the wedding party. I
was suddenly taken by an overwhelming urge to somehow get inside Janice's
body and feel what it would be like to be fucked.
I quickly stripped off all my clothes and reached for Janice's tights, my
hands shaking and heart pounding. I eased the nylons up my legs, and
smoother them up around my waist. I put on the lacy bra, and stuffed it
with a couple of scarves I found. I then put on Janice's blue nylon
overall, buttoning it up the front from mid-thigh to neck. I then slipped
her low-heeled mules on to my feet and looked into the mirror to view the
transformation. What I saw swelled my cock to bursting point, and inspired
me still further - Janice had left her make-up bag, and I quickly found and
applied lipstick, eye shadow and mascara, and mussed up my air to add to
the effect.
The mirror now showed a slim and attractive young lady in a figure-hugging
blue uniform dress and sheer tan nylons. Her make-up was slightly on the
tarty side, and she rolled her hips in a suggestive manner. She worked her
dress up above her thighs, and began to stroke her hard cock through her
tights. She grasped the thick shaft and worked the foreskin back and forth,
relishing nylon tightening over the bulbous purple tip. She wet her finger
and rubbed it around the end of her cock, then brought it back to her
mouth, thrusting her hips in wilful abandon. Had she retained her
self-control, she might perhaps have seen reflected in the mirror the
office door opening -- certainly in time to save the worst of the
embarrassment. As it was, by the time she set eyes on Vic Birch from Head
Office, he had seen quite enough to indicate that a major breach of company
protocol was underway.
"What...who are you and what the HELL do you think you are doing young
lady?"
"Please Mr Birch, I'm not a...I'm not a...lady", I stammered.
"I don't care what the hell you are, I want you in my office now!"
As I was led, in my blue nylon dress, tights, mules and make-up, to the
manager's office, I desperately searched for a reasonable explanation that
I could offer to Mr Birch. A big man in his late 50s, he was a senior
manager in the company and wielded considerable power. He was a man who
commanded authority and was accustomed to giving orders and getting his own
way. No explanation presented itself. Inside the office he closed the door
behind me and sat down at the large desk. >From a drawer he produced a
bottle of scotch and two paper cups. He half filled each and slid one
across the desk in my direction. From his unsteady hand it was clear this
was not his first drink of the night.
"Drink!" he ordered, and I obeyed, downing the spirit in one. It burned in
my throat and went immediately to my head.
"You are certainly not a lady", he continued. "You are a dirty slut who has
been abusing the terms of her employment. You have been pleasuring yourself
whilst in my paid employ, and I demand repayment in kind right now. Lift up
your dress"
In a trance (and more than a little drunk) I felt powerless to object, and
did as I was ordered. I was mortified, and yet strangely excited, my breath
quickening and my swollen cock hardening as I stood before him exposing
everything through the sheer tights I was wearing.
"Come here and give me a twirl, young lady", said Mr Birch. I found myself
sashaying towards him, and stood before him, demure yet excited. He ran his
hand up the back of my thighs and stroked my ass, then reached through my
legs to grasp my balls and cock through the nylon. Then he tore a hole in
the tights just under my cock and pulled me on to his knee. He
French-kissed me and rucked my skirt up around my waist. He pushed a finger
into my mouth and had me lick it. Then he ran it down my back and brought
it to lie on my 'pussy'. I found myself gasping, and my whole body twitched
involuntarily. As he pressed his finger into me, I pushed myself down on to
him, and thrust my tongue deep into his mouth.
I had completely lost control, and was fantasising intensely that I was
actually Janice, being fucked by a bloke who had found her to be an easy
lay, and had brought her back to his room. I straddled Mr Birch in his
swivel chair, my long nyloned legs sitting astride his and my dress now
discarded. At his insistence I undid his pants and took out his cock. He
told me to wank it slowly, whilst he played with my tits under my bra,
pinching my little nipples between the fingertips of one hand. His finger
delved deeper into my pussy, and was joined by a second and a third. I put
my tongue deep into his mouth and pushed against his fingers. Then he
pushed me to my knees and opened his hairy thighs, from where emerged his
hard, fat cock, glistening with his juices. He grasped the back of my head
and pushed his cock against my glossy pink lips. I let him slide in and
savoured the warm salty taste. He brought my hand up to his shaft and made
me wank him again and roll his big balls around. With my other hand I
wanked my own cock, then slid my finger into my hot pussy.
Mr Birch abruptly tore my head away from his cock, flipped me round and
bent me over his desk. Then I felt his hands on my ass, my cheeks parting
and his hot breath on my puckered hole. His tongue entered me and I pushed
back against it, my ass- pussy relaxing and allowing him deeper and deeper
access. He tongued me for a while then withdrew, and I sensed him
standing. I next felt his hot breath on the back of my neck, and shortly
afterwards his cock nudging up against my ass. I thrust my ass up in the
air and reached back between my legs to grasp Mr Birch's cock, guiding it
to my swollen hole. We were both already so wet that the head of his cock
slipped into me with an exquisite ease, and he began to fuck me slowly and
purposely.
I looked up and saw myself reflected in the wardrobe mirror. My makeup was
smudged, my bra in disarray and my tights were holed and laddered. I also
saw a young woman in ecstasy, first being fucked from behind, then being
forced to kneel and suck and wank her bosses cock until his cum sprayed
across her lips and cheeks. She licked every last trace from his cock and
her own face, before being ordered to get dressed and tidy herself up.
"Young lady, I have a party to go to and a car which I am far too drunk to
drive. You are relieved of your duties and are henceforth my official
chauffeur.
"You will drive me first to my house, where we will both freshen up, then
you will accompany me to a wedding party where I am expected as guest of
honour. Now move!"
To be (as they say) continued...