Fucked in my new white pantie girdle

[tooreel]

I remember envying girls at school because they had to do PE in tight navy blue knickers. They even ran cross-country in them. I desperately wanted to show myself off in my white briefs. As I grew older the fantasy did not go away. By the time I was 18, and at university, I was desperate for dirty old men to see my young almost hairless body in tight white briefs. I am blonde and always looked young for my age- very girlish in fact. I never grew taller than five foot seven.

As a student I shared a house with two other young blokes. They followed football and were away for the weekend. A rough looking old bloke used to come round delivering groceries from the corner shop. He was really fat and ugly and must have been over sixty. I planned it the week before. I wanted to really make him notice me. I wanted to feel humiliated.

I often walked past a nice lingerie shop in the city and they had really sexy stuff. A white pantie girdle with a front that had was made of some sort of satin material and with lacy leg openings and little bows really caught my eye. I felt really embarrassed going into the shop and telling the middle aged lady what I wanted. But in a strange way I enjoyed the embarrassment. Those were the days when students wore long hair and mine was wavy and down over my shoulders. I had no Adam’s apple and a rather high voice.

When I said it was for my girlfriend, she asked me what size she was. I said about my size. She gave me a knowing look and said in that case it would be the smallest size.
My little prick bulged in my briefs as she took out a box with a picture of the white pantie girdle on the front and put it into a bag. I handed her the money with a trembling and left the shop as quickly as I could.

I couldn’t wait to try the girdle on, but I had to hide it and keep it fresh until the Saturday. The grocer came around about 3pm. I started showering and making sure that all of the light blonde hair had been removed from my face. I sprayed on after-shave and then went naked into my bedroom and took out the box.

The panty girdle shimmered in the light. My legs were smooth because I used Imac. I told my housemates I had that condition where hair didn’t grow on my body. Very little did grow, but what did, I secretly removed. It was so fine it dissolved very easily

The sensation of pulling on the pantie girdle was exquisite. I had experimented long ago, pushing my little penis between my legs and pulling my briefs up to make my sex look female. I found that doing this forced my balls up behind my pubic bone. It felt funny and hurt a little but it felt sexy. I also found out that I could have an orgasm by squeezing my sex and softly stroking my trapped balls. I imagined I was a girl having sex with a rough tough bloke. I had this fantasy about being a beautiful woman taken by brutes and bullies.

The pantie girdle fitted perfectly, hugging and accentuating my pert little bottom. Better still, it highlighted the now very flat space between my skinny thighs. The satin shimmered and the tight white vee between my legs looked just likes girls. I was also very skinny and any man seeing me would know I could not protect myself.

It was nearly three o’clock. I brushed out my long blonde hair and fluffed it up over my high forehead. I wanted to look like Catherine deNeuve in ‘La belle de Jour.’ I had bought some Harmony hairspray that I had seen advertised on television. I was still admiring myself in the long wardrobe mirror when the doorbell rang. I was frozen with fear. I knew I was going to do something dangerous. There was no telling how the big fat ugly old man would react. I was going to pretend that he had caught me in the shower and I had only had time to put on my underpants.

The doorbell rang again, twice in rapid succession. The man was getting impatient. I had to go through with it. I was too sexually excited to stop myself. I padded to the door in barefoot, very aware of the tight shimmering white pantie girdle, and terrified of showing myself off in it. It was as if someone else was in charge of my body as I opened the door. I was looking slightly down at my feet, my blonde hair hugging my high cheekbones but not hiding my blushes when I looked at two men who could not hide their interest and amazement. One was the fat old grocer; the other was an Asian looking guy. The grocer carried our order in a cardboard box. The Asian, who was also big and fat, carried a notebook and pencil.

‘Well what deer we have ‘ere, looks like bleeding’ Doris Day Khalid. Don’t see too many half-dressed bleeding’ beauty queens on this round. ‘

I guessed I had made a big mistake and tried to cover myself with my skinny arms and little hands. ‘S’ alright luvvie, we’ll keep your secret.’ ‘I was in the shower, I stuttered, as I backed into the room to let the man bring in the groceries. ‘Only had time to put my underpants on.’ ‘And very nice underpants they are too, luvvie,’ the aft man said as he put the box on the table. The Asian said nothing, but he was looking me up and down and paying special attention to the part of me covered by the shimmering white pantie girdle. The grocer turned from the table and really stared hard at me. He could hardly hide his amusement, when he said; ‘I’ve heard of this unisex, but I didn’t know it had gone as far as boys wearing ladies panties’ Mind you, you’ve got the figure for ‘em and that hair sets ‘em off a treat. Yer look like bleeding’ Diana Dors, don’t she Khalid. Khalid paused a moment before saying, ‘She looks like a slut to me. ‘yeh, suppose she does, an what yer done wiv yer dick, did the ducks have it for a worm? Hah, hah.’

I was blushing so much now and hoped they would just hurry up and go. Then the fat grocer said: ‘Look, we’ll keep yer little secret on one condition.’ ‘What’s that? I stuttered. ‘That yer let the pair of us cop a feel and tan yer nice little back side. We’ll bring yer on and all an’ yer can suck our dicks. How’s that?’ My heart was racing. I had only wanted to be embarrassed and humiliated. The thought of sucking two men’s smelly old dicks really disgusted me, but I found myself being backed up against the living room wall as the grocer forced my thighs apart and grabbed my sex. His palm was crushing my balls, protected only by the skin covering my pubic bone. He put another hand on my chest and pinched each nipple alternately. Then he lifted me off the ground with his hand and kissed me hard on my full girlish lips, forcing his tongue into my mouth. ‘You’re a little whore ain’t your?’ He was sneering and I smelt his bad breath.

Strangely, I was very excited. The Asian guy was standing very close. The fat grocer was rubbing me hard between my legs. ‘Mystery ter me where yer dick as gone, but I like it. Yer a pretty little thing. Now bend over that bl—dy chair. Trembling as he dropped me back onto the ground, I obediently presented my pantie girdle covered bottom, bracing myself and being held by the Asian.

It seemed a long few moments before the big fat hand of the grocer hit my scantily clad bottom with brute force, Again and a again he did it, sometimes catching me on the side of my skinny thigh, making me scream in pain. He must have hit me fifteen times, taking a few moments to relive his desire by groping me hard between my legs, unable to resist giving my girlish crotch a nasty little jab with his fist.

After he had finished it was the Asian’s turn ‘She is very pretty’ said the Asian. ‘Yes, she is’ said the grocer, adding ‘Go on hit her.’ He hit me even harder. Then I faced the worst of it. Neither of them wore underpants and their crotches were hairy and stinking. I had never done this before and they said they would fuck me if I didn’t make them cum. I couldn’t make them cum because I didn’t like it.

The fat man got bored, or maybe he just didn’t want to cum and wanted an excuse to fuck me. Anyway, I was dragged up off my knees and bent over the chair again. The Asian went first, roughly pulling the crotch of my pantie girdle to one side, and hitting my bottom again. He was breathing heavily. The grocer was holding me and said:’This is going to hurt you ,you little bitch, but you are asking for it.’ I felt Khalid’s damp penis head touch my crack, I heard him wretching very hard and spitting. I didn’t realise he was going to use his horrible phlegm as lubricant.

He just rammed it into me. I felt I was being torn apart. It seemed like forever before the pain subsided and turned to pleasure. He was riding me hard, pulling on my nipples and calling me a whore. I came in the most incredibly powerful orgasm I have ever had. His prick was quite long and thick. It really made me cum. The grocer followed immediately afterwards, but I was too sore. It just hurt like hell. Luckily he was so excited, he came in three minutes. They left me lying on the floor, my pretty pantie girdle absorbing their semen and sperm. They looked back and said they would call again. They said I was a very pretty girl and they knew other men who would enjoy me.