I slip away from my elite estate, heart racing, to my private garage nearby. Armoires gleam under soft lights, treasures from London sites: basques, corsets, garter belts, slit panties, sheer stockings, wigs, silicone D-cups. Fur coats, gowns, heels, toys—chastity cages, dildos, plugs, speculums. I pack my favorites into a discreet case, Femidom tucked away for surprises. Evening falls. I hurry to the penthouse suite in the city’s tallest tower, floor-to-ceiling glass overlooking glittering skyscrapers.
Naked, I slather depilatory cream over smooth skin, honed from yacht weeks on private beaches and tennis courts. Shower rinses me flawless—chest, cock, ass crack bare. Bathroom mirror catches my smoky eyes, carmine lips, foundation blushing cheeks. Blonde bob wig settles comfortably. I critique the androgynous vixen staring back: alluring.
The Privilege
Heart pounds as I fasten the basque, twisting it sensually, straps over shoulders. Five-hundred-gram silicones fill D-cups, swaying with each breath. Slit panties hug hips, exposing my hole. Seated on Egyptian cotton sheets, I roll stockings up thighs, thumbs inside sheer nylon, seams arrow-straight. Eight garters snap taut, tension igniting my loins. Satin nightie whispers over skin, heels click on marble, forcing hip sway, ass bounce. Small steps, cheeks clenched, legs crossing—mirror shows a prowling woman, basin forward, hips rolling provocatively.
Cock bursts through the slit. Hands roam: one caresses false tits, the other strokes. Poses torrid in glass. Urge hits; I perch ladylike on porcelain, nightie hiked, panties at garter-knee gap, pissing elegantly.
Bed shoved to mirror wall. Eight-inch girth dildo squeezes between thighs, teasing rosebud. I sink onto it, inches blooming pleasure. Satin rubs glans, prostate pulses—precum pearls on basque.
Plugs, speculum, rosebud tease without tipping. Vacuum pump swells my prolapsed rim into vaginal lips. Gode’s veined shaft parts them, ridges shivering flesh. Knees bent, thighs wide, it spears my G-spot. Balls slap ass—impaled fully. Cock throbs painfully rigid. Nail traces frenulum; I clamp base to hold back.
The Excess
Hour later, balls ache. Perineum massage, sphincters milking dildo, thighs clenching like a woman’s climax. Semen oozes slow, thick white ropes down thighs, soaking stocking welts. Mirror fixates on the monster filling me—wider, better. Legs splayed, I feel fucked, owned, pussy stretched obscene.
Curtains wide, lights blaze. Ground-floor rural suites or urban high-rise over narrow alley—voyeurs peer from opposite windows. Complicity sparks. Lingerie parade first, then toys, lewd poses. Binoculars catch my ecstasy face. I cum thighs apart for them.
Dawn. Breakfast knock. Back to window, heels perched, blonde maid’s eyes devour reflections: seamed stockings, arched ass, anal jewel winking through slit panties. She lingers, tray down, gaze on cambered cheeks. I don’t turn. Door clicks shut; bed claims me. Inox plug in, balls in conductive leather, latex ring on frenulum—gelled, wired. Remote hums. Waves ripple anus, cock dances, prostate throbs. Balls lift rhythmic. Orgasm builds: thick cream floods basque nonstop. Then dry multiples, flaccid waves like a girl.
Bathroom ritual: soapy lingerie—stockings, nightie, panties—semen stains gone. Hairdryer, hangers over tub. I leave basque, wig, tits, vibe, cage on vanity. Bed’s kilo dildo tangled in sheets for her hands. Alarm cam hidden, capturing her shock for tonight’s replay.
Rarely, my married travesti friend joins. Lingerie swaps, anal feasts in trust. Night deepens; I feign sleep, side-laid for spooning. He thrusts endless, hands gripping hips, balls whipping thighs. Pretend wake as he twitches—ass pumps his load, jets flooding deep.
