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The next morning, I was sore everywhere, especially my rear end, which had gone from a light spanking to a beating. Not only had they raped me, but my whole body hurt from being thrown around and forced into different positions.
I couldn't cry anymore. I wanted to say no to Dennis, but his power over me was all-encompassing.
Workdays were a blur. The only time I looked forward to was lunch with Ashley. Most of the time, we went to a tavern nearby, where we usually had a glass of wine to loosen up.
Despite our age difference, she was fun, and we got along fine.
On Friday, we met for a drink after work.
After a second glass of wine, she asked me why I wore stockings and garter belts. She blushed, saying.
"I hope that's not too personal. You've got great legs. But aren't regular stockings a pain?"
"I'm not offended; they make me feel feminine, and I like that."
"I like how they feel on me; they give me confidence, plus I like to tease men. Watch this."
We were sitting at a table near the bar. Three men were sitting at the bar. They had been checking us out, we were putting on a little leg show. I giggled enough for them to look at me. I pretended Ashley had said something funny, which caused me to laugh. Leaning forward, I hiked my skirt up, exposing my stocking tops. They all turned and made eye contact. Then they all raised their glasses to me. I smiled back and said to Ashley,
"They are all married and would jeopardize their marriage for a set of legs and nylons."
Ashley finished her drink and looked over at the grinning men.
"I know it isn't a right, but it's fun teasing men. Let's have a girls' night, Peggy, and you could give me some pointers."
Ashley was young and innocent. I wanted to get her involved with Dennis, giving me a break. As wrong as I knew it was.
We returned to work, getting some whistles and crude suggestions from the guys working on the street. The itching in my pussy started when I realized we had to walk past them.
I could imagine them pulling the two of us down and making us suck their cocks. Then, they would rip our clothes off and violate all of our holes. Leaving Ashley and me on our hands and knees, doggy style, covered in their cum.
My tiny panties were soaked. I needed to be objectified by men who just wanted to degrade me.
Richard had started this whole mess I'm in. From that night in his office to having to expose my underwear to anyone Dennis wanted. I had turned into a submissive whore. I had a true need to be humiliated.
Then came Ashley.
Ashley always wore miniskirts, tight trousers, dark pantyhose, and high heels. Now, in the privacy of her home, she spent hours checking out garter belts and nylons online. Her mind was racing.
Ashley had lost her virginity in her senior year; It was after her eighteenth birthday party. Her mother had passed out, and her mother's live-in boyfriend trapped her in the bathroom, tearing her clothes off. Then, forcing her into the bedroom, and despite her screaming and hitting him, he mounted her, taking her roughly. She had no idea about dick size, and as luck would have it, he had a larger-than-average size dick, about nine inches long and thick. The pain was overwhelming. She couldn't imagine having sex ever again. He finished quickly, leaving her curled up in bed crying.
Ashley never told anyone and didn't date anyone after the incident. Trying to blot out what had happened. It definitely turned her off to men.
It had been a relaxing week. Dennis had been updating the computers. Thankfully, he worked from early morning till late, so he didn't have much time to harass me except on Friday.
A message popped up on my screen as soon as I sat down. It was from Dennis, wanting to know how lunch was and whether I had touched Ashley's tits yet. I wanted to say something clever but knew I would pay for it. I said no, we are just getting to know each other. I was leading him along about my wanting to have a sexual relationship with her.
I never wanted a lesbian experience. I loved feeling like a girl, with frilly underwear and nylons. I realized that sometimes, men would dominate me. If I thought about being forced to give blowjobs and men cumming on my face, I had to be truthful; I loved it! The thought of men standing around me jerking off, not caring about my crying, and when they finished coating my face, they wiped their dicks in my hair. Then tying my hands behind my back, not letting me clean their cum off my face. If men only knew what I wanted and how easy I was.
Dennis got a promotion, which was good for me. During the day, he didn't have time to watch or call me, but he did call me one night to tell me he was buying a house.
"Just think, you can stay the weekend when I move in. The first thing I want to do is make a "Playroom" for us. You'll be able to tell people you'll be tied up for the weekend, and it will be the truth."
After that remark, he hung up, and I lay in bed shaking. That was my biggest fear, being locked in a house with him.
Ashley called me Thursday night saying,
"Let's get together tomorrow night. I want to get drunk."
I agreed and hoped Dennis would not interfere.
Since Ashley still lived with her parents, she came to my place. I was still in the clothes I had worn to work. A floral print dress that barely came to mid-thigh. Showing my light coffee nylons with brown four-inch heels.
I was surprised to see Ashley wearing a black dress covering her knees. Most of her skirts or dresses were mid-thigh or shorter. I opened a bottle of wine and filled our glasses. She drank half a glass and said.
"I hope you have another bottle because one glass won't do it."
I laughed.
"You're a girl after my own heart; I've got plenty."
We sat back on the couch. I looked her over; she looked beautiful. I wasn't bad looking, but she had the advantage of youth.
I ran my hand over her sleeve,
"That's a pretty dress; I don't think I've seen it before?"
I commented. Her cheeks turned red,
"I only wore it once before going to a funeral, and I felt safer wearing it tonight. It's because of my undies."
I arched my eyebrow,
"I'm not sure I understand?"
With that, she inched her hem slowly, uncovering her incredible legs and finally reaching her stocking tops.
I felt funny. For some reason, my pussy began tingling. Why? I felt flush. She smiled and said.
"I feel so naughty. I'm glad I could get everything online. I don't know if I could buy this stuff in a store."
I regained my composure and filled our glasses.
"You've got nothing to be shy about," I said. "You're a beautiful young woman."
She let go of her dress but didn't pull it down, still exposing her nylons. I was mindful of how much leg I was showing.
