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Hello! This story is a continuation. This part involves hypnosis, crossdressing, public play, and sissification.
In the whole story, there is chastity, bisexuality, straight-to-sissy themes, feminization, cum eating, cuckoldry, BDSM, hypnosis, and more!
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The next day, I did as Clara said, and I cleaned and plugged myself first thing in the morning, sliding on a pair of lacy fuschia panties once I was done. I started chewing that enticing gum immediately. I had some in my mouth at almost all times now, and I kept blowing bigger and bigger bubbles as I did chores. Its flavor reminded me of something, but I couldn’t name what
I didn’t have class till later, so I started with laundry. I washed my sheets and told myself to put a towel down next time.
“Next time…”
Was I already planning what my next session with a dildo would be like?
I shifted uncomfortably as I moved the sheets from the washer to the dryer. The butt plug inside of me was just big enough to remind me that it was there, but was only a shadow of what had been inside of me yesterday.
I did my best to distract myself. It was the day before my and Clara’s date, and since the instruction yesterday to stay plugged and wear those underwear, I hadn’t heard from her. I tried to go out my day without getting too distracted. Thinking about tomorrow wasn’t going to make it get here any faster.
However, it wasn’t easy to get my situation out of my mind when I had a cage around my dick and thick buttplug up my ass, and what’s more, the frilly underwear Clara had bought me kept bringing my attention back to my ass and crotch. It was a subtle feeling, but when I would sit down or stand up, I could feel the smooth satin rub on my hips. I even wore tight skinny jeans, trying to hold them in place.
I swore that I could see an outline of the lace through my pants… I hoped that mind was starting to play tricks on me.
I chose a pink T-shirt to pair with it. I couldn’t explain why, but every shirt that wasn’t that color just felt too boring.
By the time I got to one of my workshop classes, I felt like I had barely gotten anything done during the day. That was how I felt about all of my classes recently. It was like being around Clara was slowly draining my focus away, and as the teacher held up a graduated cylinder, all I could think about was how it looked like that silicone dildo I had at home.
“Jesse!”
I blinked hard, pushing away the thoughts of dildos, cocks, bubblegum, buttplugs, and panties that swirled in my brain.
My professor had asked me a question, and the whole class had turned to look at me.
I felt my cheeks redden. “Uh—um” I stammered, “can you ask the question again?”
I was summarily kicked out of class.
I floated through my day, feeling like my very brain was replaced with the bubblegum I was chewing. It was mushy, stretched out, and bright pink.
After dinner, I returned to my apartment. Today had been a wash, and I felt like I once again got a taste of what life was like without Clara in it.
When my phone buzzed at eight, I was online shopping. I wish I could say that it was for a new video game or basketball jersey, but no. I was looking at giant silicone cocks, exploring various manufacturers and reviews.
It was Clara. Immediately, my whole world got brighter.
Want to come over and spend the night?
My thumbs trembled as I typed.
God, yes.
When I arrived and knocked at the door, Clara answered. Of the multiple times I’ve been over, I’d always been greeted by someone else, another man who Clara had just finished fucking or was planning on fucking shortly.
Only now, when she had invited me over to spend the night, was it just me and her. I wondered what this meant for us. She had talked about seeing things from a woman’s perspective, so I tried to step into her shoes.
Why would she invite me over? Was she just as eager as I was, pushing our date earlier by a night? She had specifically said that she Only hooked up with fuckboys, and based off of all of the sensitivity training she had been going through, it didn’t feel like she saw me as one of them. I was sure she didn’t. This wasn’t a hookup.
Truly, it didn’t matter to me. When she opened up the door, Clara was wearing black sweatpants and a black hoodie with a undecipherable white print on it. she still had her makeup on from the day, but she had changed into comfortable clothes for lounging.
“Come on in,” she said, stepping to the side. I entered the door, and another difference hit me. For the first time, it didn’t smell of sex. The air was full of the scent of incense.
The room was beautifully decorated with antiques and curios. She hadn’t mentioned a job, but she must have been very well off. She lived in comfort, and she had already bought me multiple items that certainly weren’t cheap.
“Thanks for having me,” I said, not knowing what else to say.
“Of course,” she said, smiling. “I’ll be honest, It’s nice to have the company.”
My heart stirred. I still didn’t really know Clara. Just looking at her filled me with a sense of warmth and completeness, but I knew absolutely nothing about her. This was a chance to build something more.
“No big plans on Friday night?” I asked, smiling.
She shrugged. “I always make plans,” she said, “my problem is keeping them. A lot of times, it sounds like a lot of fun to do something on the weekend, but when the weekend rolls around, going to a party just sounds like a nightmare.”
I nodded. “Every party seems like fun until you have to go,” I said.
“Tell me about it,” she said, walking down the stairs. I kicked off my shoes and followed her, entering her living room for the second time. The candelabras were aflame now, casting gentle flickering shadows across the coffee table. An LED strip that was fixed behind the tapestries was on as well, casting a faint glow through the various hanging fabrics.
“Cool lights,” I said. “I had no idea those were there.”
“I’m a lady of surprises,” Clara said.
I smiled at her. “I think I’ve figured that out by now.”
She raised her eyebrows at me and laughed. “Oh, this bitch has got jokes!”
Clara and I continued to joke and chat as she poured us each a glass of wine, and we settled on the couch to watch some shitty horror movie from the 80s. it was about werewolves, and the practical effects looked cheesy by today’s standards.
I learned that she had hit it big with online modeling a while ago, made bank, and stopped almost a year ago. I wondered what kind of “modeling” she meant, but I didn’t ask. Besides that, I learned her last name, her favorite colors, her hobbies, and how cute she was when she was a little wine drunk.
It wasn’t very late when Clara turned to me. “You’re actually a lot of fun to hang out with, Jessi,” she said.
“I’m having a lot of fun too,” I said honestly. “Can I ask you to do something before bed, though?” She asked.
“Anything,” I said. I meant it.
She held out a hand with black fingernails. “Come with me,” she said.
I took her hand, and she led me, wine glasses in both of our hands, up the stairs. She led me by the hand to her bathroom, which, unlike most college bathrooms I had seen, was almost immaculate. She kept all her makeup in her vanity dresser, so all the product below her sink was for her curly hair and skin care routine. Only one container was out of place and sitting on the counter.
“HAIR REMOVAL,” was emblazoned on the side of the tin. I read and reread the label, already knowing what she was going to ask.
“Will you?” She held up the container to me, and I picked it up, nodding.
I almost protested, but then I felt a pink calm wash over me. “I did say anything,” I said, “and after last night and yesterday, this is practically nothing.”
She beamed, walking out of the bathroom and back in almost immediately. This time, in her hand, she held a key. She held the key. My balls ached just knowing it was near.
“I want your hair gone from everywhere, okay baby?” she said, moving hand forward to grip my cage through my tight pants.
My lips parted in a silent moan as she gently squeezed.
“Get undressed for me,” she said, stepping back.
I blushed as I took off my shirt. Clara had seen my cock before, and last time I had been around her, I’d been wearing lingerie that left nothing to the imagination, but it struck me that she had never actually seen me fully naked. I folded my clothes, in a neat pile as I stripped, my socks after my shirt, and my pants after my socks.
Finally, it was just me in a pair of the frilly fuschia panties she had bought me. “Those too,” she said.
I nodded and hooked my thumbs into my waistband, pulling the smooth fabric down my legs and stepping out of them.
“Now give me a little spin,” Clara said teasingly.
I awkwardly spun around for her, making sure she could see the jewel of my butt plug as I turned.
“I’ll help you get those last pieces off, “she said, squatting down. “Come here.”
I shuffled forward, fighting my instincts to cover myself in front of this fully dressed woman.
Clara held her hand up, and once I was in arm’s reach, she gently cradled my cage, sending electric waves through my sensitive body. With her other hand, she raise the key, bring it to the keyhole and unlocking it in a smooth motion.
Almost immediately, the cage on my shaft slid out of place, and my cock quickly tried to become erect.
Clara was prepared, however, and with a quick flick of her wrist, she smacked my balls. A jolt of pain fired through my body.
My erection was stopped in its tracks as Clara pulled the cage off and made speedy work of removing the ring as well. She knew that taking off the ring would be almost impossible if I was hard. She was so smart.
Once the cage was off, however, my dick quickly became firm, the imprint of where the cage had been pressed against me still clearly visible.
“Don’t touch,” Clara said as she put the cage down and reached behind me to grab the base of my buttplug.
I jumped as she did, feeling it slide slightly inside of me. I relaxed as much as I could as she eased it out bit by bit.
God, an ass shouldn’t make someone feel this good.
The last taper came all at once as Clara worked out the largest part of the flared metal.
Once again, I felt empty.
Putting the plug next to the cage, Clara grabbed the hair removal substance. When she popped the top off, I could see that it was not in fact, a cream like I thought it would be, but just a powder. She grabbed a small bowl to mix it, and she started to create a paste from water and the fine powder.
I would love to say that it smelled like flowers or sugar, but it didn’t. It smelled terrible.
After mixing the paste to the desired consistency, Clara looked at me and just gestured to the shower. I stepped in.
“This might sting a little bit,” she said, “But we have to leave it on for a while.”
I tried to stay as still as possible as Clara slipped on a glove and started to apply the paste to my leg. She was right. It did tingle, and sometimes I did feel pinpricks, but once she applied the cream to one part of my body, she would wait a certain amount of time and then wash it off, revealing perfectly smooth skin underneath. I ran my fingers across my own hairless thigh when I first saw it. It felt and looked feminine and unfamiliar. It felt… good.
Why did I feel so much happiness just looking at my own thigh?
Clara continued this process across the entirety of my body below my neck until there wasn’t a single strand of hair on me.
My head spun from the stench of the cream, but I couldn’t deny its results.
After throwing the mixing container away and tying off the bag, Clara made it to a drawer and grabbed a razor and shaving cream, turning to me.
I had never had anyone else shave me before, but Clara was practiced and precise, removing any stray fuzz on my cheeks and neck.
“Shower now,” she said, “and we’ll lotion you up before bed.”
Bed? Was I going to sleep in the same bed as Clara? I thanked her and got in the shower excitedly, shampooing, conditioning, and scrubbing my body all over until I felt like I got the stink of the hair cream off.
It was bizarre to feel my bare body under my hands now. Without the thin layer of hair to provide some cushion, it felt like it was the first time that some parts of my body were being touched at all.
I kept on shifting my legs back-and-forth, surprised at the feeling of my hairless ass cheeks rubbing against one another.
I finished showering and dried off, looking into the mirror as I stepped out.
Steam had clouded the top third of the mirror, so I only saw myself from my chest down.
I saw a smooth and delicate body, its knees pushed together in embarrassment. Between where its feminine legs met its hips, a bare dick stood at half mask, and I could see how red the hairless sack was. This cock looked absolutely minuscule compared to the other man’s I had seen that week, and I felt like it looked off.
Clara took a step towards me, and I was broken from my trance.
In her hand, she held my cage.
I looked back to my hairless body in the mirror. Didn’t it look out of place to not have a cage? After wearing it for less than a week, I was so used to it that I swore I could feel its metal bars.
Clara had previously said that she was used to seeing dicks larger than mine. After being in her world for a bit, I knew what she meant. I thought my size was enough before, but now I knew the truth: my dick was meant to be caged. I was meant to be under someone else’s control.
Wait… What was I thinking? Under someone else’s control? Did I really feel like that?
Something shifted inside me, and I felt like I was floating again.
Of course I felt like that. I was inferior, meant to serve. I was meant to pleasure others, not feel pleasure myself.
I swallowed, and I reached out and took the cage from Clara’s hands. My brain felt pliable and rubbery, and I put the cage on without another word.
Clara kneeled, grabbed my cage, and as if it were the most natural thing in the world, locked my dick away with the insignificant silver key once again. after we both heard the faint click of the metal, she leaned forward, and she gave me a light kiss through my cage. I felt more pre-cum leak out of me.
Then she started grabbing serums and salves from every drawer, applying them to the appropriate parts of my body. She moved my arms as she slathered, like I was a poseable doll.
By the end, I was moisturized and scented, and my soft skin felt like velvet to the touch.
“Do you want to put a pair of my underwear on?” She asked, staring into my eyes with her piercing gaze.
“S—sure,” I said.
She walked over to a hamper in the corner of her room, reaching in and pulling out a black thong. It had little rose details on the hips, but that was not what drew my interest.
These panties had large streaks of white crusty stains across their crotch. She balled them up and threw them to me, and as I caught them, I could smell semen in the air once again, a familiar aroma.
I salivated and clenched my jaw.
Clara yawned and stretched, turning around to light a candle. Handing me a pair of jizz-stained underwear didn’t even seem to phase her.
I leaned down and stepped into the panties, feeling the crunchy fabric against my ankles. I had never worn a thong before, and even though I had seen them plenty of times, I still marveled at how little cloth there was. It was barely a scrap of clothing, and it was going to be wedged into my ass. I drew the panties up, and I carefully adjusted them as I brought them to my hips, moving back-and-forth a little bit to make sure my cage was secure. The streaks of dried cum were stretched out over my bulge, and I wondered how long this pair of panties had been waiting for me.
Had she just fucked someone today?
I barely looked up when I had to raise my arms to catch another bundle of fabric Clara had thrown at me. This one was much larger.
After getting my bearings, I looked at the clothing in my hands.
It was a pair of pepto bismol pink pajamas, laced with white piping.
They looked foreign in my hands, but something about them was enticing. I wasn’t sure if it was the feeling of them on my smooth arms or the bright color against my skin, but I felt a sudden urge to put them on.
I would look ridiculous in them, of course. After all this, I was still a man, and…
Fuck, who was I kidding?
I put the matching set on, tying the drawstring and doing the buttons of the flowy fabric. The clothing felt silky, brushing across my skin with the slightest movement.
Clara pulled off her sweatshirt and sweatpants, revealing a pair of black boyshorts. Her full tits bounced as she got undressed, and her dark nipples were hard. She put on a black silk bonnet to protect her hair, laid down in the bed, and stretched out her arms to me.
I stepped forward, my silky pink pajamas swishing slightly.
This woman had torn my life to shreds and was sewing it back together into some twisted, fantastical shape.
I got into bed with her, and as I did, she carefully took the back of my head and guided me to her chest, holding a tit in one of her hands, pointing the nipple at my mouth.
“Suck, baby girl,” she said, her voice hoarse and relaxed.
I let the pink wave flow through my brain, taking her nipple in my mouth and latching, flicking my tongue over it and nibbling. I closed my eyes as she held me like that.
“Don’t stop that,” she said, reaching over to the bedside table and grabbing headphones. She slipped them in my ears as I continued to kiss and worship her breasts, and soon I heard more tones and whispering. This was just like the file she had sent me the first night, but this one was slightly different. The words seemed more clear, but I still couldn’t understand them. Maybe I just didn’t want to understand them.
I listened and sucked, drifting to another dreamless sleep.
When I woke the next morning, Clara was already up and walking into the room. She was wearing black running shorts and a sports bra, and a thin sheet of sweat glistened on her face. She clearly just been out for a run.
“Looks like I’m a little late waking up,” I said, yawning as I rose. I looked down and saw the pink pajamas on my body. It was bizarre to see how good they looked on me. They almost felt… Well, they felt like they belonged there.
“It’s as good as a cup of coffee to wake you up,” Clara said, leaning over to stretch her legs.
“Boo,” I said, pouting. “Now I want coffee.”
Pouting? Since when did I pout?
Clara laughed. “We can get you coffee, princess,” she said. “Just be patient.” She stripped in just a few smooth motions, walking up to me and kissing me full on the lips, exploring my mouth with her tongue. I could smell her sweat, full of pheromones and salt.
i reached out a hand to touch her hip. Her skin was warm and sticky to the touch.
She pulled away, leaving me leaning forward, and she went to the bathroom to shower.
I smiled and wrapped my arms around my knees. For some reason, her calling me princess didn’t feel as out of place as it used to. I wondered when that change had happened.
After Clara showered, she got dressed, putting on a white T-shirt with a black latex skirt and high socks.
Holy shit, was she beautiful.
“So can I start getting you ready for our date?” She asked, sliding into bed next to me and wrapping her hands around my waist.
“Getting me ready?” I asked.
“I want to give you a little makeover,” she said, kissing my shoulder.
I was completely hairless, and I was wearing a chastity cage, cummy panties, and pink pajamas in her bed. How much more could she change?
Did I want to change more? I couldn’t deny that what had happened so far had felt amazing, but I didn’t want to…
My brain grew fuzzy as I turned and stared into Clara’s eyes.
I smelled vanilla as she held my gaze.
What was I thinking again?
It must not have mattered if I forgot. “For sure,” I said. “I’d love that.”
Clara hopped off the bed and pulled out a box from under the end of it. She took off the top and removed item after item, making quick work. My eyes wouldn’t focus as I sat and watched her, almost as if I was drunk. The next few hours felt like a blur.
Clara brought me to the bathroom and had me shower again. I did so in a trance, feeling the water flow over me.
When I got out, Clara lotioned me again, and I watched passively as she put new lacy underwear on my legs, painted my nails pink after a manicure and pedicure, did my makeup with a special berry lip gloss she had picked up just for me, and even fitted me with a blonde-banged wig.
It was almost like I was sitting on a cloud and watching somebody else as Clara worked. She was transformative, and I stared in the mirror as the thick mascara eyeliner with the contours and blush coalesced into something new: I saw myself fall away and be replaced by a girl with fairylike, dainty features and rosy cheeks.
As Clara stepped back and admired her handiwork, I turned my head around, looking at myself from different angles. With blonde shoulder-length hair, makeup, manicured nails, and a shaved body, I was the picture of femininity.
“Your voice is already pretty high, sissy,” she said in a gentle tone, “but I really want you to play it up. Let that lady inside of you speak.”
Change how I speak? Wasn’t this a little far? Still, I couldn’t bring myself to not obey her.
I opened my mouth, starting to shape words multiple times, trying to move My soft pallate in a way that made sense to my tongue. “O–okay…” I said. My voice was airy and high-pitched.
“That’s a good girl,” Clara said, smiling and hugging me.
I put my arms around her and hugged her back. The smell of vanilla filled my nostrils again.
“We have to get you some new clothes,” she said, pulling back.
New clothes? I looked down at my naked body. I guessed covering myself would be smart…
I looked back at the clothes I wore yesterday bundled on the floor. They looked so itchy and scratchy.
That was strange. They were fine yesterday. Why did they look so uncomfortable now?
“Do you want me to take you shopping, sissy?” Clara asked, rubbing my back.
I looked up at her with a blank stare, and I felt myself nodding.
She looked me in the eyes and grabbed something from a drawer in the vanity. It was the white O-ring collar she had me put on last time I was here. I wore it when I got to taste Cameron’s yummy cock.
What the fuck? Yummy?
I fought with my thoughts and tried not to drool as Clara put the collar around my neck and clasped it.
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I chewed my gum and shifted uncomfortably as Clara and I walked through the mall.
Since I didn’t have anything new to wear, I had to put on my skinny jeans and pink shirt from the day before. They were so constricting and tight, and every time I saw my reflection in them, something fell off. I felt like they clashed with my collar, and I was anxious to get changed. With my blonde bob wig, heels, and makeup, I kept mistaking myself for a woman in the mirrors, and I was getting anxious about the people around us.
Some people were staring at us as we walked through the mall, and I kept making eye contact with men. I wasn’t used to wearing the heels that Clara gave me when I had first met Cameron, and I wobbled a little as I walked hand in hand with her.
“People are looking at us,” I said, nerves in my voice.
“Yeah. Those men are checking you out,” Clara said. “Look behind you.”
I glanced over my shoulder as we continued to walk, and I saw two separate men with their eyes firmly on my ass.
My hips swayed, and now i was hyperaware of that fact.
I turned back around and blushed, but now I could feel their eyes on me. My heart pounded.
What was I doing here? Why had I agreed to—
Then my heartbeat slowed, and my thoughts became unsure and blurry.
My breathing was steady.
Something far away inside of me protested, but I couldn’t pick my finger on what was wrong as I blew another bubble.
“What store are we going to?” I asked.
“I have just the place,” Clara said, suddenly pulling my hand.
I stumbled into a store after Clara. I looked up and around me, taking in the scene.
Dresses and blouses hung from grey mannequins, and the whole store smelled like candles.
My eyes were drawn to the many many pink outfits throughout the store.
I sorted through the colors of pink in my mind, matching them to my lipgloss, different pairs of panties, and more, making little outfits in my mind.
Hang on, why was I making an outfit for women’s clothes? I didn’t wear women’s clothes. In fact, why was I wearing heels?
Without thinking, I blew a bubble, and it popped, getting on my lips and chasing away my thoughts.
I squealed and hurried to scrape the stretchy pink substance from my face.
What was I thinking again? Right. I was planning outfits. I think almost anything in the store would look good with my collar and heels since they were white, but there were so many choices.
Clara ended up choosing some pieces for me, mainly dresses and skirts, but she also picked out a corset.
“I want to start training that waist of yours, baby,” Clara said, “to show off those great hips.”
I smiled at her and nodded, and the nice salesman let me put it on in the dressing room to wear out of the store. Clara had me putting on one of the dresses over it. It was white with tiny pink hearts all over it. The dress came down to my mid-thigh, and it was so nice to get out of those awful jeans.
The corset was drawn until it was snug, but it felt like a big hug around my waist.
As I prepared to leave the curtained area, the thick fabric was yanked open. Clara and the salesman, a handsome and built mid-thirties man with gray on his temples, were on the other side.
I felt a tickle of alarm in my brain as I saw them together, but I brushed it off. Clara led the stranger inside and closed the curtain behind them. It was an ability-friendly room, so there was extra space, but it was snug with three people.
“Um,” I said.
“Show this man your panties, sissy,” Clara said.
“W—what?” I asked. Even as I said the word, I felt my fingers pulling up my dress and exposing the front of my underwear, the bulge of my cage obvious.
“No goddamned way,” the salesman said. “I totally thought you were joking.”
My cheeks reddened, but I didn’t—I couldn’t lower the dress.
“I told you she was locked up,” Clara said.
“How long?” The man asked, pulling out his phone.
“Less than a week,” Clara said. She leaned past the salesman, using one hand to pull my panties down a few inches, letting my hairless, caged cock bounce out.
“Only a few days and already got her in a dress,” the man said, snapping pictures with flash.
“Do you have a girlfriend?” Clara asked coyly.
“Nah,” the salesman said, grabbing another picture from farther away, surely getting my face in the photo. “Too much maintenance.” Clara reached down and grabbed the stranger’s dick through his pants. He groaned.
She groped him, feeling his entire length and smiling.
“Well, you’re definitely big enough to make the list. If you ever want to fuck either me or this little sissy,” Clara said, “let me know.” She pulled out her phone and offered it to him. Clara’s eyes trailed over the man’s muscular chest. Mine followed.
He was built. Even through a button down and undershirt, I saw his thick muscles ripple as he reached forward and took the phone from her dainty, tattooed hands.
This man was built like a mountain, and he was going to be fucking Clara? He was going to be fucking me? My lip quivered.
He typed in his number while smiling.
Why was Clara just offering herself up…? Why was she offering me up?
Clara moved her hands back to the man’s crotch, undoing his belt and slipping her hand into his waistband.
My concerns lazily drifted away as Clara jerked the salesman off and he grabbed a few more pictures, sometimes commanding me to turn around or pose.
Of course, I complied.
After a bit, he lowered his pants further, letting his sweaty cock flop out. He was large, much wider at the base of his seven inch cock than he was at his tip. His balls, hairy and full, stuck to his shaft for a moment before gravity peeled them off. His dick was curved downward, and the wiry hair was unkempt. He clearly didn’t groom for anyone.
My mouth watered, and I flexed my ass around my buttplug.
Clara continued to jerk him off, and she sunk to her knees and stuck out her tongue, giving him a clear target.
I still held up my dress as Clara presented herself for this man. He sighed, and without warning, he started to cum. His jizz rolled out in steady spurts, all landing between Clara’s lips. She worked his dick, squeezing out every last drop of semen.
The man sighed again and put his cock away. “I want to take my time with you two,” he said. “Call me.”
Clara nodded, still holding his load in her mouth.
Would she kiss me with it? Let me taste another man?
I salivated even more at the idea.
He slipped out to take care of other customers, leaving me holding my dress up and feeling helpless. Had that really just happened?
My mind muddied, and I looked in the mirror.
This new corset really did accentuate my hips. I watched myself turn and give my butt a little wiggle, my pink panties still around my thighs.
What was I so worried about again?
Clara motioned for me to approach her while she was still on her knees. I did, my heels clicking against the linoleum.
She leaned forward, grabbing the underwear I had around my legs. She pulled it out and put her lips on their lacy edge, letting the cum dribble out of her mouth and into the panties, mirroring the cum-stained underwear she had me wear the night before.
My cheeks burned.
Then Clara grabbed the waistband and pulled them up, letting the jizz squish against my hairless ass and crotch. It felt gushy and hot as I shifted, and we could both hear faint wet sounds as I moved.
It was warm like bubblegum. The pink wrapped around me.
“Thank you, Clara,” I heard myself say. She was watching me now, analyzing my reaction.
I lowered my dress and admired my painted pink nails before blowing a bubble. Clara was still staring at me.
“What is it?” I asked, genuine.
“I think you’re ready.”
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