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my submissive nature might go cut deep into me and began to break down my barriers, but in the process my apprehension rose. “Nice car, but you'll have to drive it home alone tonight. Your part in our evening is over. I assume April told you the conditions you need to fulfill to actually be allowed to play with us. When you're ready, I'll see you again."
As if rooted on the spot, I just stood there as Paulo tenderly picked up the seemingly comatose April and carried her in his arms around the Mustang. Showing incredible strength, he held her entire body weight with one arm as he opened the door and carefully placed her quivering body in his passenger seat before he returned to the driver's seat and roared off.
Left alone, I experienced a sinking feeling of utter disappointment as I realized how much I'd really been hoping there would be more of this adventure tonight. Then it hit me, whatever this procedure was by which I would cede control of my penis to April, I was going to do it. I would have to gather my courage and do it because I wanted to travel down the road I'd seen April travel tonight.
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Chapter 5
My restless night was filled with wild and kinky dreams of things which might happen to me. Perhaps they could be called nightmares except that when I awoke from them my cock was always rock hard and it was the hardest thing to not jerk off. My loyalty to Lady April told me not to climax without her permission, but how much longer could I resist before I simply broke down overcome with desire.
When I dragged myself to the office on Monday wearing lacy white panties under my masculine attire and I had to see April, right away, but it had to be alone. The first few times I saw her she was with coworkers, but looking at her made me crazy with desire because she was dressed so sexily today. Was she dressed that way for me I wondered? After a frustrating morning where I got little of my work done, I felt like I might do anything, so I resolved to go to her office now.
When I first stepped in front of her open entryway what grabbed my eye was her long legs encased in beautifully sexy, light-blue stockings or perhaps they were pantyhose, I wasn't sure yet. She wore a white pleated skirt which was shorter than usual no doubt to show off her sexy legs. It seemed strange, but as soon as I saw the stockings, I didn't think of sex I thought about what it would be like to wear them and be able to run my hands up and down the sheer nylon anytime I wanted. That vision soon morphed into an image of me on my knees tonguing my way up the nylon around April's inner thighs to get to her pussy and taste its sweet nectar. I cleared my throat to announce myself so as not to surprise her. “May we talk, Lady April?"
Without looking up from her work, April replied in a businesslike tone. “Do you have something important to say, Scott? Have you made some decision?” Her voice seemed somewhat distant as if she was not particularly interested in simply chatting with me.
"Well, I need information, please. I need to know more about what you want to do with my . . . you know.” Still outside her office, I felt it best not to say penis.
"Oh, so it's information you want. You don't want to stare at my legs.” April turned toward me and brazenly opened her legs wide to reveal the blue nylon she wore was indeed pantyhose or tights. The fabric was so light and diaphanous I could easily see her pussy lips through it. “Do you like my sexy tights, slave? I wore them for you. Perhaps if you're good we can get you some colorful sexy tights of your own. Maybe pink, yes, I think pink might be your color. Sissies look good in pink.” April's voice was a low, coquettish hiss intended to aid her nylon-sheathed pussy in driving me crazy.
I was mesmerized, but I managed to blurt out. “Yes, I like them, My Lady. May I touch them?"
April closed her legs and partially turned her chair back to her desk. “You may come in,
As if rooted on the spot, I just stood there as Paulo tenderly picked up the seemingly comatose April and carried her in his arms around the Mustang. Showing incredible strength, he held her entire body weight with one arm as he opened the door and carefully placed her quivering body in his passenger seat before he returned to the driver's seat and roared off.
Left alone, I experienced a sinking feeling of utter disappointment as I realized how much I'd really been hoping there would be more of this adventure tonight. Then it hit me, whatever this procedure was by which I would cede control of my penis to April, I was going to do it. I would have to gather my courage and do it because I wanted to travel down the road I'd seen April travel tonight.
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Chapter 5
My restless night was filled with wild and kinky dreams of things which might happen to me. Perhaps they could be called nightmares except that when I awoke from them my cock was always rock hard and it was the hardest thing to not jerk off. My loyalty to Lady April told me not to climax without her permission, but how much longer could I resist before I simply broke down overcome with desire.
When I dragged myself to the office on Monday wearing lacy white panties under my masculine attire and I had to see April, right away, but it had to be alone. The first few times I saw her she was with coworkers, but looking at her made me crazy with desire because she was dressed so sexily today. Was she dressed that way for me I wondered? After a frustrating morning where I got little of my work done, I felt like I might do anything, so I resolved to go to her office now.
When I first stepped in front of her open entryway what grabbed my eye was her long legs encased in beautifully sexy, light-blue stockings or perhaps they were pantyhose, I wasn't sure yet. She wore a white pleated skirt which was shorter than usual no doubt to show off her sexy legs. It seemed strange, but as soon as I saw the stockings, I didn't think of sex I thought about what it would be like to wear them and be able to run my hands up and down the sheer nylon anytime I wanted. That vision soon morphed into an image of me on my knees tonguing my way up the nylon around April's inner thighs to get to her pussy and taste its sweet nectar. I cleared my throat to announce myself so as not to surprise her. “May we talk, Lady April?"
Without looking up from her work, April replied in a businesslike tone. “Do you have something important to say, Scott? Have you made some decision?” Her voice seemed somewhat distant as if she was not particularly interested in simply chatting with me.
"Well, I need information, please. I need to know more about what you want to do with my . . . you know.” Still outside her office, I felt it best not to say penis.
"Oh, so it's information you want. You don't want to stare at my legs.” April turned toward me and brazenly opened her legs wide to reveal the blue nylon she wore was indeed pantyhose or tights. The fabric was so light and diaphanous I could easily see her pussy lips through it. “Do you like my sexy tights, slave? I wore them for you. Perhaps if you're good we can get you some colorful sexy tights of your own. Maybe pink, yes, I think pink might be your color. Sissies look good in pink.” April's voice was a low, coquettish hiss intended to aid her nylon-sheathed pussy in driving me crazy.
I was mesmerized, but I managed to blurt out. “Yes, I like them, My Lady. May I touch them?"
April closed her legs and partially turned her chair back to her desk. “You may come in,
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