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This story requires a short preamble. I had e-mailed erotic stories and fantasies back and forth with my friend Paul for several months. He liked to be a dominant, so one day I asked him to send me exacting instructions on how he would like me to masturbate, which I would have to do and then describe back to him. He sent the instructions, which involved me getting fully cross-dressed before sitting down to watch a particularly hot she-male video, and about a week later I was finally able to carry them out. The following day I wrote it up and e-mailed it to him. Unfortunately, Paul read my write-up just before leaving to pick up his girlfriend Tracy on a date. Reading the details of my carrying out his instructions had him so horny that instead of long relaxing sex after an evening out, they had fast and furious sex almost immediately upon his arrival; with her, bent over the kitchen table, güvenilir bahis panties down, skirt flipped up. Although she admitted to getting somewhat of a kick out of it, she also felt slightly cheated in the deal. I wrote this story for her as an, "I'm sorry." Paul tells me she loved it! This one is for Tracy*Having learned of Tracy's disappointment with me, as I had stolen the thunder from your date evening, I called her and asked if there was anyway I could make it up to her. She thought for a moment, then said, "come over here tomorrow around 6 PM, bring your best female lingerie and whatever dress is the closest to a maids outfit, some toys and lube." Reporting as ordered, she led me into a bedroom and made me change, while she watched, into my stockings, garter belt, thong, bra, wig, heels and black mini dress. Once satisfied with my appearance she asked, "what toys did güvenilir bahis siteleri you bring?" I showed her the selection I had brought. "Lube the butt plug?. and put it in, then meet me in the kitchen," she said. As soon as she left I lubed the butt plug up with the KY and added a little more on my finger, hiked up my skirt, pulled the string from my thong aside, lubed my butthole up and gently slid the slim but plug in, then replaced the thong string. Once in the kitchen, I was ordered to clean up, using an upright vacuum of which I was instructed to keep the vibrating handle against my crotch the whole time. Tracy watched and giggled, I'm not certain whether because of the awkwardness of trying to vacuum while holding the handle in place or the fact that she knew the vibrations were very pleasurable on my cock, or perhaps it was my unsteadiness on my 3 inch heels. After iddaa siteleri that chore was completed I was forced to strut around touching up all of the high shelves with a feather duster. Again, this brought more giggles as my mini dress was constantly lifting up, exposing my bottom. Eventually the cleaning was done and I was ordered to serve her tea at the table. As I stood by, she sipped her tea and, slipping one hand up under her dress, said, "bet you would love some of this pussy, well you're not getting any, just like your e-mail, you will just have to admire it from afar," she giggled as she pulled the skirt up to reveal that she was panty-less. My infatuation with the view was interrupted by the doorbell, "please get the door Jesse," she ordered, politely. I opened the door gingerly, fearing a stranger seeing me all dressed up, and was pleasantly surprised to find a familiar face, "hello Paul," I said as I opened the door wide, "please come in." Watching from the kitchen Tracy pushes her chair back from the table, slides forward a little bit on it and looks our guest in the eye as her fingers strum across her pussy.