‘Jessica’ TV Erotica NSFW 18+

~ For Betty ~

He sat in his flat on the sofa staring at the plain cream walls and listening for the click of the door. His flat was decorated simply, a typical bachelor pad with hints of a woman in his life, the flowers on the mantle and photos of them together on the sideboard. His girlfriend Jessica of one and half years had spent the weekend with him, it was Sunday night and she had finally gone home.

They were an average looking couple, neither fat nor thin, he was 28 and she was 29 and although there was only 11 months between them, she used her being older than him to her advantage.

They hadn’t yet taken the plunge of living together and it was the last thing he wanted if he was honest. They loved each other dearly despite her being a total control and him a neat freak but she didn’t know the true him and he was worried that if she knew the truth, he would lose her forever.

As the door clicked shut and he was sure he was now alone, he let out a sigh of relief. They always spent the weekends in bed together and although he could perform as the boyfriend she had grown to love and know, he could not be his true self and he longed for a release. Sex with Jessica was amazing but it always let him unfulfilled, hungry to cum as his true self.

He stood up from the sofa and made his way to the bedroom, his flat afforded him the luxury of a walk in wardrobe. It looked almost empty, a small visible display of jeans, shirts and boots. Jessica never left her clothes at his.  At the back of the cupboard were his two coats, behind that were his uniforms all lined up and concealed in protective  black zip bags. He never wore his militaries anymore.

Selecting the 4th hanger in, he lifted the bag from the rail and hung it back down facing him. He slowly unzipped the bag, the zips opening to reveal a beautiful maids outfit. Sliding the bag from the shoulders of the hanger, he smiled. Just looking at it made him smile. It was the detail he liked, the lace trim, the white silk apron, and satin black. From the bottom of the bag he pulled black lace top stockings, he relished the feeling of them in his hands, the way they slipped through his fingers.

He reached in again to pull out a black lace teddy and matching suspender belt. He would have to leave the heels off tonight after last week when the neighbour below complained about the sound of women’s high heels clattering on the wooden floor above. Thank god Jessica wasn’t here when the neighbour came round to have a go at him he thought. He didn’t know how he would have explained that one to her.

He undressed himself slowly, savouring the shedding of his old skin, once naked he leaned down to his foot and slipped the first of his stockings onto his foot, he loved the way his feet looked through the material.

Pulling the stocking up further to his calf, he just felt so sexy in that moment, his hands sliding up his own legs, the feel of the nylons gently brushing his skin. By the time he had the lace hold up in place, his cock was rock hard. He reached for the other stocking and cupped it around his cock. Stroking himself he threw his head back and moaned as the silky smooth material glided over him.

He stopped. No, he thought, I must not do this now. I have a job to do. Every Sunday night was the same. He got changed and completed the house work. He continued putting the second stocking on. He pulled the teddy suit over his head, the lace arms reaching to his wrists. He pulled the body down over his chest and down his stomach. As he reached his groin his cock was still hard, he tucked it between his legs and fastened the press stud fastenings of the crotchless gusset. The metal fastenings now cold against his cock, sent thrills through his body as the tight garment hugged his body and made him feel whole.

He put on and attached the suspender belt to his stockings and slipped the silky maids outfit over his head. His outfit was almost complete. He rummaged round in an old shoe box at the bottom of the pile and carefully pulled out a beautiful black wig. It glistened and shone in the light. He smoothed the strands of hair down so that the black bob wig was perfect. He stood up to the mirror and placed it into position on his head. He went back to the shoe box and returned to the mirror with mascara and a deep rich red lipstick. He applied the makeup to himself with skill and he stood back and admired himself. The transformation was amazing, he looked himself up and down and thought I am home.

As he walked out of the room he stopped still at the sight which stood before him. Jessica, not two feet from the door watching him. She had seen everything and her face now ashen and angry. He started to say “let me explain!” as she cut him off.

He had never heard her voice so stern before. His heart was in his throat. She told him to get changed into his normal male clothes and to clean his face and remove the wig. She told him once he had done that she would be in her car downstairs waiting for him.

Jessica left the flat, slamming the door behind her. He couldn’t believe what was happening, he was sure she had left. He heard the door click shut as she went. He quickly went about removing his makeup with a baby wipe, ensuring that not a bit remained, placing the wig back in the shoe box. In the interest of time he removed the outfit and lingerie and left them on top of the washing basket. He slipped back on his jeans, t-shirt and boots. He quickly grabbed his keys, phone and wallet as he went out the door and locked it behind him.

Not wanting to keep her waiting and make things worse by giving her too much time to think, he ran down the stairs in the block of flat and out through the front door. Her car was parked directly outside, it was late night and her headlights shone through the darkness, her engine running.

He slowed his pace as he walked to the car and got into the passenger side. As he got in, she did not remove her eyes from the street in front of he and she did not blink as he slipped into the seat next to her and quietly closed the door. He fastened his belt and she pulled away the car. They drove in silence to her place. The journey was painful. He just couldn’t imagine life with out her and the embarrassment he had felt when she looked him up and down.

She lived in a house which had been left to her by her mother. They pulled onto the drive, the tyres crunching on the gravel beneath the car wheels.

She turned the engine off and opened the car door. He watched her get out of the car. As the door opened it illuminated the inside of the car. She stood at the front door to her house and turned around to look at him, still sat in the car. The interior light shone upon his face, it showed concern and worry.

She motioned for him to get out of the car. She opened the front door of the house and he got out and went inside with her. She told him to sit on sofa and not to move. He there sat thinking about the fate of their relationship as she disappeared upstairs. The same cold look had been on her face since she had caught him. Minutes passed which felt like hours as he distracted himself by looking round, it was a typical living room, cream linen sofa and the décor was bright and floral and it matched her personality.

When he heard her feet on the floor above him, he started to listen to see if he could tell what she was doing but before he had a chance, the familiar sound of her walking down the stairs could be heard. He saw that she still had her coat on as she entered the room.

She found him sat on the sofa where she left him. She told him to stand up in a stern voice and told him to go upstairs and see what she had left in the bathroom for him. He reluctantly climbed the stairs as he suspected that the few belongings he had at her house were now shredded and waiting for him in the bath tub. She stayed downstairs in the living room, not bearing witness to his reaction.

He sighed before opening the bathroom door, preparing himself for the sight and the final sign that their relationship was over. As he opened the door he was greeted not by the vision of his destroyed belongings but of a lingerie set hung on a hanger over the mirror. It was a black satin and lace bralette with crotchless panties and stockings. They weren’t Jessica’s size as he noticed the tag.  It looked like his size and it was new. He never dared to hope that he would wear something like that in front of her.

He heard a knock on the door which made him jump. It was Jessica as she said to him in a curt voice, “its for you, put the lingerie on and meet me in the bedroom”. He quickly hurried and put on the lingerie. He couldn’t believe what was happening, was this really Jessica?.

Before he left the bathroom he admired himself in the mirror and he loved the set. He felt beautiful and sexy.  He was nervous but as he made his way to the bathroom door, he took a deep breath and opened it.

Standing before him, waiting, was Jessica. She was wearing an identical lingerie set to him, stockings to her thighs and high heels. As his eyes travelled up her thighs, he noticed between her legs was a strap on. His dick was instantly hard. He had never seen her look this sexy before.

She grabbed his cock firmly saying nothing as she walked him to the bedroom. Looking back at him she commanded his obedience with the dark look in her eyes. Once inside the bedroom she pushed him back onto the bed, reaching into her bedside draw as she did and pulled out a small bottle of lube and dribbled it all down the length of the strap on. He had taken something just as big up his ass before but never from Jessica.

She rubbed lube on his ass and got him to turn over and present himself to her. She told him to arch his back and stick his ass in the air. The tone of her voice made him even more turned on and nervous. Once he was in position, she teased his ass with the strap on. The tip pressing against him and threatening to be pushed all the way in.

She placed one hand on his lower back and said, “you understand you are mine, don’t you?”. “Yes” he replied in a quiet voice.  “Yes what?” she barked as he meekly replied with “Yes Mistress”, a smile creeping across her face.

She pushed the dildo a ¼ of the 10 inches in, his cock already dribbling pre cum all over the prim and proper duvet cover set of hers. She worked the dildo into him with a slow rhythm, him gasping with each of her thrusts. He couldn’t bear it any longer as he reached between his own legs to touch himself.

She scalded him hard “From now on you are no longer allowed to touch yourself without my permission”. He removed his hand from his cock, he was so close now.

She didn’t wait for an apology from him as she pushed the strap on all the way into his ass making him moan and growl a low voice in his throat. She was deep inside him as he began to shake and lose what little self control he had left. He shot hot white cum all over the bed spread. She removed the dildo from his ass and stepped out of the harness. He turned around to see that she did not look happy. “You appear to have made a mess” as she pointed to the bed covers.

He realised what he had done and apologised “Oh shit Jessica, look don’t worry I will clean it up, I know how you like this duvet cover” as he stood to head for the bathroom for cleaning supplies. She stopped him “And where do you think you are going?”. He looked at her with confusion as she continued “You have a perfectly good tongue to clean that up with”. As she motioned him towards the bed and pointed to where splashes of his cum soaked into the fabric.

He bent over the bed and tasted himself. He tasted good and as they kept eye contact whilst he licked up every last drop, he found his cock growing harder again. The look in her eye told him that she wanted him.

He got up from the bed and grabbed her by the waist, him running his hands up and down her thighs and body. His hand slipped up past her breasts to her throat. He slowly moved her back against the wall and she lifted one leg up onto the  chair nearby, exposing her dripping wet pussy.

He got to his knees, swirling his tongue around her clit, he could feel how wet she was as his face rubbed the inside of her thighs. He had never felt her this turned on before. She moaned in pleasure as she felt his tongue kissing her in the most intimate way. Sliding his tongue deep into her pussy. The familiar taste of her juices covering his face.

As she came on his face, she smiled and said, “You should be more considerate to your neighbours, they told me about your other woman, I just had to wait around and see her for myself and how I hoped it would be you”.

 

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