The Devil You Know - Part II
by
MicheleNylons©

Brian Davies sat at his desk struggling with his conscience as he remembered what had occurred the previous evening at Mike Harris' house. He didn't think of Mike as a man in drag; he thought of Mike as the uber-sexy transvestite Michele Nylons. But the outcome of his visit to Michele's had not turned out as he planned it; he had taken liberties with Michele that he had not intended. Or had he?

He admitted to himself that he had recently developed a fascination with sexy transvestites and that he was probably going to go a little further than just looking at her. Ok; so he had kissed her and dry-humped her! He hadn't penetrated her or touched her 'down there'. Brian was trying to rationalise his behaviour when two of the female office staff walked past.

Both were in their late thirties; one wore a baby-shit brown pantsuit with loafers; no makeup; her hair tied up in a bun. The other wore a drab shapeless khaki skirt that came to just above her ankles, flat heeled sandals, a featureless cotton blouse was buttoned to her neck, and a dab of makeup trying in vain to cover an enormous pimple on her cheek. She had mousy straggly hair. They chatted conspiratorially together as they walked past the glass walls of his office.

"I'd rather put my dick in a pencil sharpener!" Brian whispered to himself.

"Fucking women today!" he hissed.

Women today didn't seem to care about their appearance; as long as they were comfortable, fashion, sexuality and femininity seemed to be of no importance.

He scanned the office looking for Carolyn Jones; the sexy mature office manager who always dressed nicely.

She was leaning over a desk at the back of the office talking to one of the guys in sales. She was wearing a charcoal-grey business suit; her pencil skirt had a kick-pleat at the back. Her legs were encased in ultra-sheer skin-toned nylons that glistened on her shapely legs under the harsh lighting. He could see the cuffs of a mauve satin blouse peeking from the arms of her suit jacket; a gold bracelet glittered on her wrist and drew attention to her soft hands, long fingers, and her long red-painted fingernails.

She was standing on one leg; unconsciously swinging the other slowly back and forth; a black high-heel pump clicked on the tiled floor as her leg swung seductively back and forth.

Brian's cock hardened as he stared at the full-bodied woman. Then he had an epiphany. He realised that from the rear Carolyn, dressed in those clothes, looked very much like Michele Nylons had last night! That was probably the reason he found transvestites so fascinating; they dressed the way that he believed women should dress!

'Speaking of Michele Nylons; where was Mike Harris today?' he thought.

Brian called another member of team on the phone and found out that Mike had called in sick and was not coming into work for the rest of the week.

"We'll see the fuck about that!" Brian hissed as he replaced the receiver.

He was thinking about how he was going to handle the Michele Nylons situation whilst staring down at his desktop where a cold cup of coffee sat on top of an office memo. An idea began to germinate in his mind as he pulled the memo out from under the coffee cup. The memo was from one of the senior managers and instructed Brian to travel to Boston to meet with a counterpart at Houghton Mifflin; a rival publishing firm. Brian was going to blow the trip off and send one of the junior members of his team but now he had a plan. Road trip!

Michele Nylons lay under the bedcovers in her darkened bedroom. She had called in sick but what she really wanted to do was resign from her job and get as far away from Brian Davies as possible. She knew that it was going to be difficult; Brian had all of the contact details of her family and business acquaintances. Brian could fuck her over big time!

She thought long and hard about the orgasm that she had experienced when Brian had forced himself on her and had rationalised to herself that it was just an involuntary reaction bought about by physical stimulus over which she had no control. She equated it to the stories she had heard of rape victims who were made to experience orgasm by their attackers; they had no control over it; it was just their body's response; the victims still hated their assailants.

Deep down Michele thought it might all be a crock of shit. Deep down she thought she might have actually enjoyed being kissed, fondled and groped. Deep down Michele wondered why her throbbing cock was pushing against the sheer material of her pantyhose gusset as she thought about the experiences of last night.

Her cell phone rang. She reached for it and saw it was a call from the office. She debated whether to answer it but she finally relented.

"Mike Harris," Michele went into male mode.

"Hi honey; I missed you at work today," Brian Davis sniggered into the phone.

"You bastard! I'm never coming back to that place; I'm quitting!" Mike hissed.

"Now Michele! Haven't I explained to you the consequences if you disobey me?" Brian threatened.

"I'm sure your colleagues and family will love the happy snaps I took of you last night; particularly the ones where you are holding your skirt up for me."

"You are a fucking asshole!" Mike spat into the phone.

"Ok; pack a bag; we're going to Boston tomorrow. Bring something sexy to wear. Be at the airport at nine am sharp. Got it?"

Before Mike could respond the line went dead. Michele kicked off the sheets; she was wearing a satin full-slip, pantyhose, makeup and a wig, nothing else, and she padded into the bathroom. She shucked out of her nylons, used the toilet, and then stripped off her slip and removed her wig and makeup. She didn't always sleep like this; most nights she slept as Mike Harris, but last night she wanted the comfort of sleeping enfemme.

Mike took a long hot shower and thought long and hard about the situation he was in. After five minutes of tortured contemplation he punched the tiled wall in frustration. He was fucked! Brian had him by the balls unless he could somehow figure a way to blackmail Brian back. He thought about the coming road trip with increasing trepidation.

"Fuck him; Mike Harris is going, but Michele Nylons is staying at home!" he spat and a smile crossed his face.

The next day at the airport Mike met Brian near the check in counter. Brian threw a ticket at him.

"You're in coach!" Brian snarled and walked off to the first-class lounge.

Mike didn't see Brian again until he arrived at the Radisson hotel. Inside the ticket folder Brian had given him at the airport was an agenda for their business meeting at Houghton Mifflin, and a reservation slip for the Radisson hotel. Mike read the documents on the plane and caught a taxi to the hotel when he realised that Brian was not waiting for him at Boston airport.

Brian had gone ahead in a limousine and waited for Mike in an adjoining room on the eighth floor of the Radisson Hotel. As soon as Brian heard the muffled sounds coming from the adjacent room he unlocked the interlocking door and let himself into Mike's room.

"We gotta get going to the meeting soon but I want to see what you bought to wear later?" Brian demanded.

Mike shrugged and opened his suitcase and shook the contents onto the bed. Brian didn't see any woman's clothing as he rifled through the pile of clothing on the bed.

"What's this shit?"

"I told you to bring something sexy to wear!" he hissed.

Mike shrugged his shoulders and gave Brian a contemptuous look and then smiled.

"I guess I forgot," he grinned.

"Ok; I can see what's happening here and I admire your determination but just bear with me a minute will you?" Brian said and flicked open his cell phone.

He punched up a number on his cell phone and spoke into the phone.

"Hello; is this Mike Harris Senior?"

"Yes Mister Harris; this is Brian Davis; your son's boss. I'm calling to let you in on a little secret," Brian grinned evilly at Mike.

Mike paled and nearly fainted. His father was not well; he'd recently had a triple bypass and any form of shock was likely to put him back in hospital or maybe even kill him.

Mike pleaded in a hushed whisper.

"Ok, ok, ok.............anything! Anything you want; just don't tell my dad!" he begged.

Brian continued to grin.

"The secret is that your son is the best member of my team and I'm putting him up for a productivity award this month; I'll email you the pictures of him receiving the award," Brian said, sounding pleasant whilst looking at Mike with steely eyes.

Mike breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the bed before he fell down.

"That's right; nice talking to you Mr Mister Harris." Brian snapped his phone shut.

"Ok; here's the deal," Brian said taking out his billfold and handing Mike a credit card.

"I'm going to the meeting alone. You're going to go out and buy yourself a wig, makeup, shoes and all the other shit you need to make yourself look like a sexy woman."

"Don't bother buying a skirt or a blouse; it ain't like I'll be taking you out to dinner," he sneered.

"I'll be back here at eight; you better look as good as you do in those pictures I downloaded off your computer or else!"

Brian slammed the door adjoining the two rooms behind him; he cleaned up, changed into a fresh shirt and left for the meeting.

Mike sat on the bed looking at Brian's platinum American Express card; spinning it in his fingers as he thought about how close he had come to his family finding out about his crossdressing. After a while he reached for the phone book and grabbed a pen and paper and began to write down addresses. He was quite surprised to find that he was smiling to himself by the time he had extracted all of the information he needed from the phonebook. He locked the door behind him, went down to lobby and had the doorman hail him a cab.

"The Prudential Center," Mike said to the cabbie.

At eight o'clock Brian left the bar and went up to his hotel room; he had taken a couple of drinks to settle his nerves and was shaking a little in anticipation. He showered, shaved, brushed his teeth and splashed aftershave on his face. He slipped into the complimentary bathrobe provided by the hotel; he was naked underneath it and his cock was already semi-erect with anticipation.

He opened the door adjoining the two hotel rooms. Michele's room was dim; lit only by the bed lamps. The exotic smell of perfume hung in the air. Brian's cock throbbed briefly and he looked around the room for Michele. The door to her ensuite bathroom was ajar spilling light into the darkened room. He padded over to the bed, his bare feet relishing the feel of the luxurious carpet pile; his senses heightened and his libido aroused.

"Your credit card and the receipts are on the bedside table," Michele called from the bathroom; in her falsetto voice.

Brian sat on the bed and picked up the pile of receipts from the table. He read through the receipts slowly becoming incensed as his arousal turned to rage. Gucci, Saks 5th Avenue, Aldo Shoes, Pandora Jewellery! The bitch had spent over two thousand dollars on lingerie, makeup, shoes and jewellery at stores in the Prudential Center. Then she had spent over five hundred dollars at Venus Cosmetics on a wig!

"You told be not to buy any skirts, blouses or dresses; so I didn't; I guess I saved you a few bucks," Michele called sarcastically through the bathroom door.

Michele smiled to herself as she put the final touches to her makeup.

'That will teach the fucker! He wants me to look feminine and sexy; well that costs money honey. He might hold the upper hand, blackmailing me for sex; but fuck him! He can pay the price' she thought.

"Get the fuck out here you bitch!" Brian called.

He was going to teach this smart-assed tranny a lesson she would never forget! By the time he was finished with her she would wish that she had never met Brian Davies. He would drive her around dressed in drag and make her return all the stuff she had bought piece by piece.

"Fucking cunt!" he hissed.

Michele stepped through the bathroom door and posed in the lamplight. Brian gasped and all thoughts of retribution took flight as he gazed at the magnificent sight before him.

"You like?" Michele grinned; a radiant smile lit up her face.

Michele was wearing a burgundy satin basque cinched at the waist and it accentuated her curves; she had not bought breastforms but her own small breasts filled the cups adequately. Her heavily made up face was framed by a blonde bob, the fringe cut straight across her brows; the nape falling softly to her shoulders. Gold drop-earrings glittered through the silky mane. Her pretty hazel eyes were exotically defined by black eyeliner, black mascara and multi-hued eyeshadow. Her high cheekbones were defined by rose-coloured rouge and her full lips were painted with glistening plum-red lipstick.

Michele's stood with one leg pushed forward and one hand on her hip; her long fingernails were painted with plum-red glossy fingernail polish which exactly matched her lipstick; gold bangles and bracelets glittered on both wrists and matching necklaces accentuated her pale décolletage and small breasts.

Brian's eyes travelled down Michele's body. A pair of red satin full cut panties peeked from under the black lace which decorated the bottom of her basque. Michele had made no attempt to gaff her sex organs and the front of her panties bulged slightly; surprisingly Brian's cock pulsed at the sight. The basque's suspender straps were pulled taut on Michele's creamy thighs; clipped to the welts of black silk stockings. The stockings were fully-fashioned with reinforced heels and toes and back-seams. A gold ankle-chain sparkled on one slim ankle; it contrasted with the dark sheer silken hose. Michele's red-painted toenails peeked seductively through the gauzy reinforced toes of her nylons; her feet were shod in leopard-print, stiletto-heeled mules.

'Poison'; Brian's favourite perfume swathed her body; Michele radiated femininity, sensuality and sexuality.

Brian took a few steps forward and pulled Michele into his arms and pressed her soft body against his.

"You cheeky bitch," he whispered into her ear; her silken hair tickling his lips.

"You naughty boy," Michele whispered back.

Michele slid her arms inside Brian's bathrobe and wrapped her arms around his warm hard body.

Michele had the day to think about where her relationship with Brian was going. She didn't like being blackmailed but the more she though about what had happened to her when Brian had forced himself on her, the more she came to realise that she had enjoyed it.

She had always thought of herself as a transbian, a transvestite who only likes other transvestites, but she now comprehend that it wasn't just her body's reaction to a forced stimulus; she actually got turned by being treated like a woman by a handsome man.

Brian shucked himself out of the bathrobe and stood naked; Michele's body pressed against his. He kissed her softly, relishing the taste of her lipstick on her pliant lips and the scent of her alluring perfume. Michele slid her tongue inside his mouth and slid her leg up and down Brian's; her stockings hissed against his skin.

Brian kissed Michele passionately and she dug her long nails into the flesh of his back and she felt him stiffen against her. Brian groaned as Michele reached between their bodies and gently took his hardening member between her fingers and slowly began to stroke him.

It was the first time Michele had touched another man's penis and she found the experience delightful. The soft outer skin covering his shaft was warm and sleek and covered the hard spongy mass of his shaft; his veins pulsed as Brian's cock thickened to her touch. She slid her hand along his shaft and tickled his frenulum with a fingernail sending shivers of delight through his body.

Michele felt Brian shudder and her own penis began to harden inside her satin panties and she pressed her groin against him and squeezed his glans. She gripped his penis a little harder and began to slowly stroke him; squeezing his shaft and glans sporadically to further excite him. She felt the first bead of pre-seminal fluid seep from the eye of Brian's penis and she smeared the lubricant along his shaft.

Brian squeezed Michele's buttocks through her panties and kissed her harder; exploring her wet mouth with his tongue. He felt her stiffen against him and was surprised that he found it exciting; it wasn't that he was a homo; he wasn't holding another man in his arms he was holding a delightfully sexy mature woman. The woman just happened to have a penis.

Brian let Michele stroke him until he was fully erect as he continued to massage and squeeze her yielding buttocks. Michele continued to rake Brian's back with her fingernails; responding to his fervent kisses she slid her stockinged leg up and down his and scraped her high-heel along his leg occasionally to contrast the feel of her silken hose. She smiled inwardly to herself; she was becoming quite the seductress!

Michele decided to try something a little different to determine how far Brian was prepared to take his newfound enthusiasm for transvestite sex. She took Brian's cock guided it to her satin-encased phallus and proceeded to slide his cock up and down her own erect penis.

They both groaned into each other's mouths and slowly ground their groins together. Michele could feel the heat and pulse of Brian's cock as it humped against her own panty-clad engorged member and Brian felt the throb of Michele's cock against his. He was close to coming but he had other plans. He'd been dreaming about this all afternoon.

Brian took his hands from Michele's buttocks and placed them on her shoulders and began to press down. Michele knew what he wanted and she too had been thinking about how far they would go tonight. She had often masturbated whilst sucking on a dildo imagining she was having sex with another transvestite. The fantasy had evolved as she had thought about during the day; and whilst she was dressing in the late afternoon she had wondered what it would be like to fellate a man.

She imagined the feelings of dominance and control that she would have over him as she knelt on the floor before him. Suckling him in her mouth would be both sexually exciting and empowering.

Michele broke the kiss and slowly sank to her knees, kissing and licking his hard body as she descended; stroking his smooth skin with her hands. She knelt before him; his penis at eyelevel bobbing up and down and throbbing with excitement. Michele tentatively slid out her tongue and speculatively licked the head of Brian's penis with the tip of her tongue. Brian moaned as he felt her slick wet tongue cautiously explore his glans.

Brian pushed his groin forward and his penis slid over Michele's lips. Michele found the taste of Brian's pre-seminal fluid quite pleasant and her own penis began to pulse. When Brian thrust forward and his cock smeared her lipstick she smiled; she was right! It was empowering.

Michele opened her mouth, and, lifting a hand up to Brian's erection; she guided it inside her mouth and clamped her lips over the shaft. She explored his glans with her tongue and then moved her hands around his body and grasped his buttocks and pulled his cock deeper into mouth. She sucked Brian's cock.

Brian began to hump Michele's face, relishing the feel of her lips on his shaft and her tongue slavering at his glans as his cock slid in and out of her mouth. He looked down to see the blonde fringe framing her pretty face; her eyes looked up at him with delight and pleasure as she sucked his hard cock. Her legs were parted slightly to maintain her balance and his eyes followed the dark seams of her stockings down her shapely calves to her leopard-print mules. He was in ecstasy and he felt his orgasm building.

Michele increased the tempo as she felt Brian's cock begin to throb. She could feel his orgasm approaching and she was a little trepidatious but she was considerably more curious about how this man's semen would taste. She removed a hand from his buttocks and placed her fingers around his scrotum and squeezed him; milking him of his seed.

Brian exploded in Michele's mouth; flooding it with hot semen. Michele fervently sucked and slathered at Brian's pulsating cock, swallowing his spend as it gushed forth into her mouth. Brian's knees buckled with the intensity of his climax and he placed his hands on the back Michele's and fucked her face enthusiastically; emptying himself into the pretty transvestite whore.

Michele realised that she too was close to climax; her cock was throbbing in her panties and aching for release but she didn't want to move her hands away from Brian's body. She was enjoying bringing this man to extremis with her lips, tongue and hands; it was exhilarating and powerfully erotic.

Michele swallowed the last of Brian's discharge and licked his cock clean as it slowly began to deflate. Brian reached down and pulled Michele to her feet and to her surprise he kissed her passionately with an open mouth. She tasted the remains of Brian's spend mingled with his saliva as he French-kissed her; wrapping her in his arms and muttering sweet sentiments into her mouth. Eventually his fervour ebbed and he broke the kiss; holding her in a warm embrace and gasping for breath.

"My God Michele; that was magnificent!" he whimpered into her ear; inhaling her perfume.

"Thank you darling; a girl like's to know she's appreciated," Michele giggled coquettishly.

She felt amazingly feminine and sexy. She was quite taken aback at how enthusiastically she had responded to Brian's advances. She was still peeved that he had blackmailed her and forced himself upon her, but if he hadn't done, she would never have experienced these wonderful feelings.

Brian led picked up his bathrobe and Michele excused herself and went into the bathroom to fix her makeup; her lippy definitely need some attention!

Brian called room service and ordered champagne and a plate of canapés and they arrived just as Michele re-entered the room.

"So; what are we on a date now? You told me you weren't going to take me to dinner but this is a little extravagant isn't it?" Michele said sarcastically.

"Behave Michele; after the beating you gave my credit card today you don't want to get too sassy," Brian replied, opening the champagne and pouring two glasses.

"But wasn't it worth it? Don't you like your sassy gal?" Michele laughed and pirouetted on her heels.

Brian reached out and pulled Michele across his knees.

"I'll teach you about sassy!" he laughed and playfully spanked her panty-covered buttocks.

Michele hardened slightly and Brian felt her stiff cock rub against his thighs. He reached under her and tugged playfully on her satin-sheathed member.

"Behave," he said and lifted her to her feet and pulled her down beside him on the bed.

He kissed her softly; one hand stroking her hair and the other exploring the welt of her stockings. Michele mischievously pushed him away.

"Time to eat, drink and be merry!" she said taking a glass of champagne in her hand.

They ate and drank; neither saying much; uncomfortable now with the situation in which they found themselves. After a while:

"Would you really have told my father and my colleagues about my crossdressing?" Michele asked, plaintively.

"I honestly don't know. All I know is that I became fascinated with you and I wanted you," Brian replied.

"To tell the truth; if you hadn't forced yourself on me, I would still be a transvestite virgin," Michele said.

"I would probably have never mustered the fortitude to arrange a meeting with another tranny; and I definitely would never have approached a man," she admitted.

"So; you like it?" Brian smiled at her and pulled her towards him.

They lay on the bed kissing and fondling each other; both becoming aroused again. Michele was still unsure where she wanted this relationship to go and she eventually pushed Brian away as his ardour began to intensify.

"I need to pee and fix my makeup again," Michele smiled and hopped off the bed and sauntered over to the bathroom.

Brian watched her ass sashay across the room and followed her long, silk-sheathed legs. Her red satin-sheathed buttocks peeked below the burgundy basque and her blonde hair draped down to her shoulders. The scent of her perfume remained on the bedclothes and Brian realised his cock was hardening again. He improved his erection until it was rock hard and then he jumped off the bed and followed her into the bathroom.

Michele was leaning over the vanity fixing her makeup when Brian came in and stood behind her. He put his hands around her waist and pushed his cock into the crevice of her panty-clad buttocks and began to hump.

Michele wriggled her buttocks trying to extricate his cock.

"Stop it you naughty boy," she giggled.

Brian did not stop; instead he pulled the gusset of Michele's panties aside and slid his cock into the crease of her soft creamy buttocks.

"Stop it!" Michele yelped; seriously now.

Michele had fucked herself many times with dildos and vibrators but she didn't think she was ready yet for anal sex with Brian.

Brian had other plans.

He wrapt his arms around Michele's waist and pulled her back against him and his glans probed her sphincter. Michele screamed and wriggled but Brian was too strong. He held her with one arm and his free hand snaked out and grasped a little bottle of moisturiser from the vanity shelf.

"Please don't do this Brian," Michele begged.

Brian ignored her and flicked the cap off the bottle and squeezed the cold creamy liquid onto his cock and poured the remainder down Michele's ass-cleft. Michele struggled and stamped her feet when she felt the cool viscous fluid on her ass.

Brian pushed forward and the head of his glans entered Michele's puckered bud. Michele was shocked and she quit struggling as Brian slowly slid the full length of his penis inside her until his groin pushed against her soft round ass.

Michele's back passage felt uncomfortably full and for few seconds she felt excruciating pain but as the lubricated invader slid inside her anus she began to experience wonderful feelings of sexual excitement that no plastic dildo could bring forth.

"Ohhhh!!!" Michele groaned.

"Yessss!!!" Brian hissed.

His cock felt like it was being squeezed by a tube of warm pliant satin; Michele's anus was tight and velvety. Michele could feel Brian's cock slowly pulsing inside her; expanding and contracting the walls of her anus, his glans stimulated her prostate, radiating rings of intense pleasure.

"Take it slow!" Michele whispered and slowly began to rock back and forth on her heels.

Brian took hold of her waist and got into the rhythm; slowly fucking Michele's tight ass. Michele began to increase the tempo as her anus dilated and Brian's cock rubbed against her prostate; small spikes of delightful stimulation emanated from her sphincter which was tightly clamped around Brian's turgid shaft.

"Oh fuck me honey!" Michele moaned and began to push back against Brian as he jackhammered in and out of her tight passage.

Michele's cock became semi erect and she took one hand off the vanity to try to stroke herself but she couldn't maintain her balance because of the intensity of the fucking. Brian saw what she was trying to do and, with his shaft buried himself inside her hot tight anal cavity, he reached around and squeezed Michele's penis through her panties.

"Ohhh!!!" Michele moaned.

Brian fucked Michele and she fucked him back; both of them moaning and groaning with the intensity of their passion. Brian squeezed and stroked Michele's hardening penis and the stimulation she felt from having her cock massaged through her satin panties amplified the rings of pleasure that radiated from her anus. She was going to come!

Brian's cock throbbed and he pulled her back hard against him with his free hand burying himself deep in her bowels as he frantically squeezed her cock. He unloaded inside her; his cock pulsing and juddering as his scrotum contracted and forced steams of hot semen to spurt for his pulsating penis. Michele felt her back passage flood with Brian's sperm and this triggered her own orgasm.

A dark stain spread across the front of her panties and then a puddle of warm white semen formed on her panty-panel as her spend soaked through the diaphanous fabric. Brian reached inside her panties and smeared the hot come over her shaft and milked her of the last of her seed.

They remained locked together as they shuddered and gasped; their orgasms slowly subsiding. Brian slid his deflating member out of Michele's anus and roughly spun her around. He kissed her forcefully and she responded by hiking her ass up on to the vanity bench and wrapping her legs around him, pulling his body close to hers. Warm semen trickled from her anus and soaked into the rear of her panties; the front of her panties, already soaked with her own come, absorbed the few remaining dribbles of Brian's semen as it oozed from the eye of his cock.

Michele slid her stocking-sheathed legs up and down Brian's torso and pulled him harder against her; her fingernails raked his back as their lips crushed together and their tongues intertwined. Michele drummed her heels against Brian's hard buttocks and then pulled her face away from his; gasping for breath.

"We need to talk," Brian said.

They talked late into the night; stopping now and then to make love. By the time the sun crept across the room and woke them, it was late in the day.

Mike flew back home first-class seated next to Brian and they continued to talk and refine their plans for the future.

Two months later Mike Harris sat behind the desk in the office of the online publishing company he had set up with Brian. He had his feet on the desk and he was checking out the ample behind of Carolyn Jones who was bent over the bottom drawer of a filing cabinet. They had made Carolyn an offer that their previous employer couldn't match and she had joined the three-person company as a partner.

Mike allowed the leg of his pants to slide all the way up his calf revealing sheer taupe pantyhose. He wore pantyhose and panties under his male clothing all the time now and as soon as he got home he immediately transformed into Michele. He and Brian shared a house and on most nights they shared a bed.

Carolyn stood up and walked over and perched her shapely ass on the edge of his desk.

"Mike; I notice you make no secret of the fact that you wear nylons under your trousers. Is there something you want to tell me about?" she smiled.

"As a matter of fact............" Michele replied.

Later that evening Brian returned home. He preferred to arrive home after Michele so that she had time to transform. He let himself in and was surprised to find the house was dark. There was a sliver of light coming from the slightly-ajar bedroom door.

"Michele?" Brian called as he approached the door.

What he saw when he opened the door both astonished and excited him.

On their king-sized bed Michele was lying on her back dressed only in panties, bra, stockings and heels; her heavily made up face framed by a black bob was contorted in ecstasy. Kneeling between Michele's legs was Carolyn Jones dressed in a black bustiere, black seamed stockings and black high-heeled pumps. Her makeup was dishevelled and she was sweating profusely.

Carolyn was wearing a large strap-on dildo and was fucking Michele in the ass with enthusiasm; both of them were grunting and panting.

Michele turned her head and grinned at Brian.

"Are you going to get over here and join us; or just stare at us all night?" she smiled.

A few minutes latter, as Brian slid his cock inside Carolyn's buttery quim, he thought to himself how lucky he was to have two gorgeous women in his life.

When Brian's cock slid inside her, Carolyn didn't miss a stroke; she continued to enthusiastically fuck Michele in the ass as Brian began to enthusiastically fuck her sopping cunt.

The End