Macy's gay parade

The clerk

"You might want to check those sizes one more time. We don't accept returns on intimate apparel."

The clerk was acting as if he was being helpful. But he was giving me a strange look. He is not the kind of a clerk you would expect to see in the ladies' lingerie area at a store. This guy should be selling lawn tractors or mechanic's tools. I could tell I was blushing. Like I'd just been caught. How does he know I'm buying this for myself? Maybe my wife or girlfriend is about the same size as me. 

"I think they will be just fine. Can you finish so I can pay you and go, please?"

The clerk wrapped up my purchases and took my card. He looked at my name and said;

"Well, Billy. If you want to save yourself some time, and money, I'll be off in a half-hour. I'll be happy to check those sizes with you myself. Meet me at the employee entrance around back. We also have a lot of returned and stolen items you might be interested in for free. I can do that for you. Meet me there. Don't be a bitch."

A bitch? Maybe he has the wrong idea about me. Do I look like someone's bitch? I've never been anyone's bitch before. I don't think I have. I've played around with a couple of guys a few times. My schoolmate from high school. Turns out he is one of the biggest gay faggots around town now. He did kind of push me into drying dick. And when I met that guy in the gay-friendly bar last year, he did pull my hair and call me a whore while I was sucking him off in the bathroom. Does that make me the bitch? 

I've only met a couple of guys online. Do you know? A blow and go sort of thing? Both of those men were older than me. I guess I was being the submissive sort of cock slut. One of the guys was pretty stern with me. I did wear some of my mom's lingerie for him. I did that before I got the nerve to buy ladies' underwear for myself. Like today. 

I've got a date with a guy tomorrow night at 6. It will be much the same. I'll undress, show off my new undies, let him grope and fondle me in the sexy lingerie, then go down on him until he blows a big load. I love the feeling of them holding my head and forcing their filthy cocks into my mouth and down my throat. I do seem to enjoy being called naughty and humiliating names. Slut, ashore, cunt, Mary, cum dump and ... oh, yes. Bitch! I just can't seem to get enough of all of that. Am I the bitch?

Just thinking about the clerk using me like a whore in a fitting room got me hard. He is a very masculine fellow. Mmmm. The employee entrance is locked. I softly knock a few times, but then decide just to wait. Right on time, the door opens. Quickly we move inside, down the hall, and into a backroom. This isn't a fitting room. It's some sort of office. 

"This is where we bring shoplifters. Sometimes we strip them to find the things they have stolen. So, take off your clothes."

He is still being nice. Sort of. I put my bad of lingerie down and take off all my clothes. He looks me over. I'm really nervous. And it's cold in here too.

"I approve. Do you always shave like this? I have some clothes for you to try on. Put them on and we will see if I still approve."

He has chosen some traditional ladies' underwear. A girdle, corset, garter belt, and stockings. There are even some high heels for me to try on. 

"I like this stuff. And we get a lot of it returned."

"I thought you said I couldn't return any of the intimate stuff?"

"Oh you can, we just can't re-stock any of it. It piles up here. Any of us can take whatever we want. Now put this shit on, bitch."

Now I love it when he calls me 'bitch'!

And I love the stuff he gave me. So tight and sexy. I've never tried the sort of lingerie that covers so much of me. It's all is so silky and tight. Warm against my bare, smooth skin. I love it! He can tell I like it. When I'm all done he hands me a dress to pull on. It's a short, white sundress. It fits me well and looks amazing. He is taking pictures of me the whole time I'm dressing. And more once I'm done. I pose for him. 

He wets a washcloth in the watercooler and drapes it over my head. He begins to rub my hair wet. Then with one hand on each side of my head, he pulls me close and kisses me.

I'm surprised, so I pull away. He looks me in the eyes:

"Don't do that."

His tongue is wet and warm. His hands are all over me. He is enjoying the tight sexy lingerie on me. The dress is pulled half up as he molests me. Before I know it my hands are in his pants pulling at his big hard cock, jerking him off. 

"Now, it's time for you to be my bitch."

Suddenly I'm down on my knees getting skull fucked like a slut. 

"Suck it harder, bitch!"

I love it when he calls me 'bitch'!

It didn't take long. He was ready. He ordered me to swallow it all. I'm not very good at that yet. Even though I do try. Cum is so slippery and warm. Some of it blows out my nose as I try to catch a breath. He holds my head firmly, keeping his cock in my mouth while he squirts a second stream inside. "Oh fuck me!" He shouts.

I'm sitting on the floor, exhausted. There is a full-length mirror on the wall right next to me. I can't help but be amazed at how girly I look. Him wetting and pulling my hair back is a good look for me. I've got some cum running off my chin. Very tacky. 

His cock is still pretty hard as he pulls his slacks up. I quickly put my boy's clothes back on. Although he insists I wear the girdle, corset, and stockings. He takes a few more pictures before I finish. 

My new friend drops a tall pile of lacey clothes on the table. 

"Take these home and try them all on. I'll let you know when I want to see you again."

He tosses a business card my way. It flips around and falls on the floor. And with that, he was gone. 

There was a lot of really nice lingerie in that pile. It took me a few days to try it all. I sent him some pictures of me. He said he has an out-of-town marketing meeting next week. So he won't be able to see me. 

Unless I'd like to come along.

To be continued..