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Caught Wearing Panties
(J.S. Lee)

The sounds of the greedy lips drinking from the man got to him every time and Kenny didn't even need the movie anymore.  In fact, tonight, he would play it but he doubted that he would even need to turn around.  In his Victoria's Secret panties, sitting in his chair in the den, in Kenny's imagination, he was the hooker in boots that had just stepped into the dingy room and accepted the cash.



With his eyes closed, he became the whore with the lipsticked mouth, her lips puckered around the engorged tip of the man's thick pole.  It was an enormous dick, far bigger than his own and any other cock that he'd ever seen.  He didn't want to use the word beautiful, but it was as if he couldn't help it.  The man had a perfect dick and it was a privilege and an honor to service it, especially while dressed in the skirt and boots like the common slut that Kenny was.



He rubbed his thudding shaft through the front of the panties.  The fabric was almost liquid on his jolting cock, it was almost like a pussy, almost just as warm and wet as Angela's cunt and Kenny knew that the underwear would be ruined once he was done.  The rivulet of precum that poured from him was just the beginning and nothing made him cum as hard or as much as his hooker fantasy.



He had become the sissy prostitute in the movie and he moved his head up and down as the hooker did, taking more and more of the client's dick in her mouth.  Gobbling him down an inch at a time, puffing her cheeks out, stretching so that she could take him to the base.  A dribble of saliva trickled from his mouth and hung from his bottom lip and Kenny felt the surge of need.  He might last another minute, maybe two but he doubled the pace of his fingers on his small nub.  Rubbing his erection through the panties, the wet satin was sticky and he imagined that if he were on his knees, in front of the pushy man, that he would be just as wet.  It would be so delicious to give in, finally, once and for all.



The last shred of his manhood would melt away as he touched himself like a girl while servicing a cock.  Kenny couldn't hold back the sob that tore from his chest as he hovered there, at the pinnacle, the orgasm threatening to tear from him,  the need to be put on his knees was almost as great as the desire.  He'd been holding it in for so long.  One quick glance at the screen and the sight of the client's manly fingers clawing at the back of the sissy whore's head, pushing her down to the bottom, fucking her mouth and holding her in place was more than enough.  Kenny erupted, coating the inside of his new, satin panties.  He came in jolts and his legs shook and his small cries were sweet and girlish now and he wondered if he weren't really turning into a woman after all.  He pushed his hips up as one more creamy burst spilled and he continued to grind his pelvis, rubbing himself as he kept his mouth open, pretending to suck the dick.



"So this is what's going on?" her voice froze him in place.  Angela had managed to not only open the door to the den, but she had crossed the room and had remained perfectly still while she watched him rub one out to a cross-dressing faggot.  He was so caught and beyond any excuse that he could come up with.  Kenny's hand was still fondling his shaft and it didn't seem to matter that his heart was pounding harder and harder as she stared, rubbing his sissy cream into his soft flesh, caressing his shuddering dick through the panties was something he craved.  "Here, I thought you were having an affair," her expression was impossible to translate, was she going to laugh hysterically or reach out and throttle him?