Real Stories, Fake Names: Ellie

This happened a couple of months ago and I’ve since learned to laugh about it but fuck me, I never thought I’d get over it.

So I’d been seeing a guy for a few weeks, he was great and I realllllly liked him. We were gearing up to have an amazing first night together and I wanted to look my best. I’m looking for a job at the moment, doing some promo stuff but I’m not exactly flush with cash. One of my friends loves to dress up for her boyfriend, they have a seriously kinky sex life, so I asked her for some suggestions, hoping she’d offer me something out of her collection.

Luckily, being the great friend that she is (you know who you are ANNA*!!), she said I could borrow any outfit of hers (with the exception of underwear because that’s a bit mingin).

The big night was set for Friday and I needed to get over to her house to pick something up. She said she was gona be working till about seven but that I could call over before then, key was under mat, and I could take anything I wanted.

I was there at about half six. I went up to her room and straight into her walk in wardrobe, turned on the light, flicked on the radio full blast to keep me company and rooted in the area she told me she kept all the good stuff. I was wearing my sexiest underwear so that whatever I put on over it would look it’s best.

I tried the police woman first, I walked out and looked in the mirror which was full length and on the back of the closet door. It was hot but it just didn’t suit me. Next, I tried the nurse. Same again, I stood there and started to get turned on looking at myself. The thought of him zipping down the front of this p.v.c outfit made me tingle between my legs. It still wasn’t right though. The last one I tried was a school girl outfit. A short, tight white shirt with a tie and a minuscule short tartan, pleated skirt. This was it. I looked as hot as I’d ever seen myself. Sexy as hell. I was really horny now and a rock song came on the radio which always gets me going.

I started to rub my breast over the shirt and slid my other hand under my skirt. It looked good in the mirror and I was very close to cumming. Then I heard something really weird. It was like a murmer sound, like someone was trapped.

I turned off the radio and turned on the light in the main room, Anna’s* boyfriend was lying on the bed, completely naked, hand cuffed to the head board with both his legs tied up and spread apart. He had a fucking gag in his mouth and he looked a croos between terrified and mortified. I screamed, naturally, and just like a film, Anna* came running up the stairs screaming ‘WHAT’S WRONG, WHAT’S GOING ON!!’

She burst in, looked at himself on the bed, looked at me and burst out laughing. I was like ‘ANNA*! WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!*

She told me that he does that sometimes on a Friday to surprise her. She took off the gag and he said he’d tried to make noise but I couldn’t hear him over the music. When I started MASTURBATING (oh my God, it’s still just so embarrassing)  he said he made the loudest sound he could and thats when I noticed him.

Pretty awkward I have to say but hilarious when you think about it. I’ve debated sending it in but fuck it, it’s a good story.

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