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I collapsed on the carpeted floor, gasping for air as I tried to recover from an ultra-hard cum.
I had just returned home from grocery shopping. The tight fitting G-cup bra I wore along with my too small breast forms had made me so hard and horny, I came after only a few strokes of my cock. The bra wasn’t mine of course. A tall, blond lady she caught me with my micro-fiber bralette beneath my shirt and jacket. She exposed me to the young girl at the cash. In the lot, her car was parked next to mine. After making me pull up my shirt to show her my bra, she laughed and flipped a bra at me in the parking lot. I was luck she didn’t make me show her the panties I was also wearing.
The bra was a full coverage, G-cup but small around my chest. The fact that the cups size was so much bigger than my breast forms got me thinking. Well, thinking with my dick anyways.
I started looking on line on one of my favourite trans sites where I knew they would have what I was looking for. The selection was great and the descriptions never failed to give me an erection. I looked at a couple of options before deciding on the Gold Seal Custom Skin Marilyn forms. Size number 4 according to the chart would give me the 36-G’s I wanted. According to the description, the forms themselves were each hand crafted with matching skin tones. Freckles and beauty marks were selectable options.
These self-adhering forms would allow me to go braless if I wanted but I loved wearing sexy bras. However, it would allow me to wear some sexy, demi-cup bras without having to glue or tape.
The ordering was simple but complete. They didn’t have an option for Asian skin tones so I figured the closest tone for my breast forms would be a medium shade. I selected mocha coloured nipples. The Style 5 would give me an areola diameter of nearly two inches. The nipple itself was a little more than a half inch in diameter and stick out about one half inch. While I didn’t want any freckling or veins, I thought light beauty marks would be sexy.
With a click of my mouse, the order was completed before I could have any second thoughts about it. I didn’t even look at the price and until later. Even on sale and free shipping, it would be over a grand with tax. Plus that was US so the conversion would make it even more.
Delivery would take over a month with final manufacturing. Meantime, my new forms would mean I needed some new intimates to go with. I ended up ordering a number of new bras, panties and stockings. I found a couple of very sexy, stilettos and ordered them as well. All rush delivery.
A few weeks later, my “clothes” order arrived. Five new bras including a white, Kurtköy travesti full figured one with lacy G cups and four hooks in the back and a pretty pink, satin, demi cup that I know would leave my nipples peeking over. Panty-wise, I had bought a couple of satin French tap pants, a few cheekie boy shorts and a couple of G-string thongs. Stocking were all fashioned RHT with lacy welts and seamed.
Finally the shoes. I love skinny high heels. No block heels or wedges. The thinner the stiletto the better as far as I’m concerned. The first pair was a pink slipper. The leather toe band was two inches wide and the heel was a pointy four and a half inches. The second shoe made me instantly hard. A pair of shiny black, peep-toed pumps with a six inch, needle thin steel heel and a one inch platform sole.
I hand washed my new lingerie and carefully store it away. I didn’t want to wear any of it until my new forms arrived. What’s worse was a slight delay in their delivery. A supply issue during manufacturing was the cause. Anxious, I walked around with a constant boner in my panties; even at the office.
It had been a long while of waiting. That Wednesday morning, I got up for work (with a massive morning woody). After a quick shower, I dressed for the day. Underneath my blue suit, I wore a baby blue, lacy panty and a white silk camisole with spaghetti straps. Of course I couldn’t go anywhere without hosiery. I clipped the six strap garter belt to the heavy denier stockings before slipping my feet into my (ugly and low heeled) men’s dress shoes.
At the office, I sat behind my desk, in my small but private office. I was the department manager of accounts receivable and I was able to segregate myself from the eight female reports. It also allowed me to feel my tent pole in secret.
“Bing!” The sprite tone from my cell phone informed me of an incoming message: “Your package has arrived and is being held at our depot. Please used the included QR code along with picture ID when you pick up your package.”
“11:45.” Almost lunch time. I knew there was no way for me to wait until end of day, especially with this boner in my panties. I collected my things to leave and told my assistant. “Lori, I have to leave for the rest of the day.”
I rushed as quickly as I could to pick up the package. I showed the middle aged woman behind the counter the QR code and ID and was handed the box. The indiscreetly wrapped carton was about 20x10x8 and pretty heavy. Even so I was pretty worried the woman knew what she was handing me. I fled quickly.
Safely at home, I carefully removed the outer, shrink-wrapped, grey plastic wrap Kurtköy travestileri and exposed the box inside. The package illustration was tasteful but depicted its content along with a label of the store where I bought them. I removed the clear plastic wrap and lifted the lid. “Oh my gawd!”
They looked beautiful. I picked up one and then the other. It weighed in each of my hands, I estimated each of them was a couple of pounds. I brought one to my cheek. The feeling was so soft while the nipple was hard and prominent. I needed to try them on.
After I carefully cleaned them as instructed, I removed my dress shirt and the cami that I wore under. I could have just gone braless but I wanted to try out my new lingerie. I selected the new pretty lace, pink one. My hands were shaking so much, I found it a bit difficult to hook the four eyes behind me. I adjusted it around my chest just under my real boobs. I picked up one and positioned it against my chest. The form seemed to just attach itself against me. The colour match was nearly perfect and the edge seams almost disappeared against my skin. I positioned the other side with the same result. Without the support of the cups and straps, I felt the weight pull down against me.
I jiggled my new boobs left and right and up and down. They remained securely in place. I put my bra straps over my shoulders and fixed my cleavage. In front of a mirror, I brought my hands up and caressed my boobs.
I have often felt up my girlfriend’s tits so my hands are not unfamiliar with boobs. As I squeezed and palmed my breasts, I was amazed at how firm and real they felt. When I pinched my nipples, I swear I felt my cock react in my panties.
I stripped my suit pants off so all I was wearing were my bra, panties, garters and stocking. In front of my make-up dresser mirror, I adeptly applied some make-up: eyes, lips and cheeks. My lashes were naturally long so just mascara. I placed my fiery red wig on my head and combed out the long tresses. Now standing in front of my full length mirror, I thought I looked extremely sultry.
But I couldn’t walk around my apartment in just my delicates (in hindsight, I guess I could have) so I slipped on a white floral patterned, knee-length, summer dress and only did the bottom buttons. That left an open Vee to show off my new incredible cleavage. A nice pair of red stilettos finished the ensemble.
I checked out my reflection again and giggled when I thought I looked like Bree Van De Kamp on Desperate Housewives.
It wasn’t quite 4 o’clock yet so I had the rest of the afternoon and evening to play. I got out one of my toys; my Travesti kurtköy Lush. I synced it to my phone and tested it to make sure they were connected. I lubed it well then pulled up the back of my skirt and pulled down my panties. Bent over I spread my cheeks then pushed the pink remote vibrator through my stretched sphincter and popped it into my ass.
Setting the Lush to react to sound, I placed my phone near the stereo. The variety of jazz music would result in uncontrolled patterns and intensities, but I kept the sensitivity moderate just enough to remind me what I had up my butt and not make me want to cum too quickly.
With too much pent up energy, I walked around my place; heels clicking on the hard floors where no carpet covered it. The weight of my boobs bounced up and down with each step. I constantly held and squeezed them as I moved about.
Every once in a while, I turned up the app sensitivity of the remote vibrator in my ass. Each step was becoming increasingly difficult as sudden bursts hit me. An oldie, big band tune started. One loud burst caused my knees to buckle! The quick, constant one-two-THREE beat was making it unbearable. My cock was so hard it hurt and called… demanded release.
No longer able to resist nor move, in the middle of my living room, I lifted up my hem. My cock was sticking out over the top waistband of my panties. I pushed my lacy undies down to my thighs and surrounded my shaft with my palm and fingers. As I stroked to the beat of the music, my other hand pawed and clutched as my huge titties.
The song ended. I stood there panting and gasping. Cock in hand I just made it to my bed before the next tune started. The big, bold, brassy number with max sensitivity on the app was like a jack hammer in my ass. Even with eyes shut tight, I knew I was leaking massive amounts of pre-cum from my pee hole. I collected it in my hand and used it as lube as I continued to masturbate. I knew it wouldn’t be much more until I was… C…O…M…M…M…I…N…G…!
“Oh gawd! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Ooohhh…!”
On a normal day, the force of my cum would spurt out onto my belly. The first wad landed on my chin, over my lips and up my nose. The second was even stronger and landed in my eyes. Another landed in my open mouth before the next couple hit my breasts and tummy.
The spurting finally ceased and only dribbles of cream oozed out as I spasmed in post-orgasmic panting, the Lush still reacting to sounds of jazz. It took a bit before I had the strength and coordination to move. My tongue automatically licked up any of the warm icing it could find. The taste was different; much sweeter than normal.
Finally able to sit up, I looked down at my dress. My cum had soaked into the white cotton leaving a dark, opaque trail where it landed. I let out a girly giggle. “Like Monica Lewinsky!”
“Uuuu…OH!” A big jolt hit my ass. I switched off the Lush and collapsed back on the bed.
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