My breasts protruded obscenely under my sweatshirt. I struggled to walk with the double intrusion and the constant buzz of the vibe nearly sent me over he edge on many occasions.

I walked and walked, squeezing and extending my pussy and arse muscles to gain comfort. My breasts bounced up high, catching stares from men as I strolled past them. The hour seemed to take forever, but finally I was home.



Afraid that he was going to come back unannounced, I struggled to strip my clothes off and got onto all fours. I poured myself a large glass of water and drank it down determining that I should drink a glass every hour or so to keep my strength up for the night ahead.









The reality of what I was actually doing began to hit me mid afternoon. This was my fantasy come true, I was being pimped, fucked by strangers, used and abused for their pleasure and I had no control over it. I should be excited and I was, but I was terrified of the cop at the same time.



I had crawled about the house trying to perform normal duties. At 4.30 I struggled into my room and into a skirt and blouse. The skirt was tight and short and the blouse was also tight and very sheer



Finally, the doorbell rang and I swear my heart stopped beating.



I shuffled slowly over to it, opening to a short chubby man standing there with a large box in his hands. He wore glasses and was scruffily unshaven. He was panting for breath, obviously very unfit and as he went to speak his eyes found my breasts.

‘Aghhhh, um your parcel Miss He stuttered at me, ogling my breasts and turning bright red.

‘Ohhhh, thank you soooo much I gushed back to him, stepping back and to one side, giving him no option but to step inside.

He took the fateful step, mouth still open and gasps now replaced with shallow fast breaths.

I closed the door and touching his shoulder guided him towards the dining room table.

Leaning across the table so as to give him a view of my naked arse, I shifted a vase of flowers and turned to face him.

‘Thank you sooo much for carrying the parcel in for me…. It looks very heavy.’

‘Oh no, its fine really, would you like me to set it down here?’

‘Yes please I leaned forwards to him, breasts poking straight at his face.



As he moved past me to place the box down, I rubbed my index finger across my right nipple and circled it slowly. He almost fainted, fumbling in his book for the docket that I had to sign.

‘You look hot, would you like a drink?’

‘Yyyes please, that would be great. He stammered.

I glanced at the clock, 5 past 5, I had 25 minutes to suck him off and get these ropes off me.



I shuffled into the kitchen, slipping a button open on my blouse as I moved away from him. I went to the fridge and leaning over again to give him a naked arse view I poured him a glass of water and returned to hand it to him. As he went to grab it, I bumped it, spilling water on my right nipple, sending the blouse instantly transparent right in front of his face, and causing the material to fall open even further so he had at least half a breast to view.

‘Oh my…. Silly me, now where do I sign

‘Rigghhht hheere Mmaammm. he stammered.

I took the slip, signed it and moved to the box. The lid slid off easily and sure to his word, there was an envelope with Courier marked on it.

I removed the envelope, turned to the man and handed it to him.

‘This seems to be for you, I do hope it’s a bonus for all the help that you have given to me today.’

The man almost choked on the water, his trembling hands took the envelope and opened it.



His face was scarlet, eyes bulging and perspiration beads trickling down his forehead by the time he’d finished reading.

‘Ohhh, myyy godddd…. I’ve been set up. He looked as if he was about to burst into tears.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘Im being watched . holy fuck…. Im in deep shit…. what the hell am I going to do now I’ve been sprung

‘What do you mean sprung

‘I’ve been stealing from the customers…. Just a bit here and there, you know, small appliances and that sort of thing….and this letter says that they know about it and I must be doing it again as it was on the inside Jesus Christ

He was frantic, almost pissing himself right in front of me.

‘Its OK, I’ll help you don’t worry….’

‘How, how can you help me….?’

‘Just calm yourself down, you have been great to me, I really appreciate your help and I will tell them that actually, I’ll give you an alibi for the times that you took stuff and say that I gave them to you as gifts.’

‘Really, you’d do that for me…?

‘Sure you are a lovely man, so kind and generous, courteous and can I also say that I find you very attractive. I think I have just the alibi for you. Are you married?’

‘No, Im single, never had much luck with the ladies, did you say attractive?.’

‘Yes, I like the rugged looking types, I’ve not had much luck with men either, I think Im too fat.’

‘No way, you are beautiful. absolutely stunning….’

‘Really, you think so

‘Yes I do. He leaned close to me and placed his hand on my breast BINGO, I had him….



We moved into my bedroom where I proceeded to give him the blowjob of his life. He came like a steam train, grunting and panting so much that I thought he would have a heart attack. I sucked him hard and dry, leaving him lying on the bed sapped of energy while I returned to the dining room to retrieve my parcel.

It was now 25 past 5, I had 35 minutes to dress, get rid of Romeo and be ready.

‘So, how was that I crooned to him as he stroked me breast again.’

‘That was amazing my love

‘Can you do me a favor please I need some help to get into my outfit for tonight, can you help me…?’

‘Anything for you my sex kitten anything.’

‘Please be gentle, I am going to a special work party and I am worried about my weight so I have tried to reduce my size in a rather unusual way…promise not to laugh?’

‘Of course I promise….You will be perfect.’



His eyes nearly boggled out of his head when he saw the ropes, but true to his word he didn’t say a thing. He released them gently, first the crotch rope, untying it at the back and gently releasing it from around my waist. He failed to notice the plug and vibe so I left them there.

Next was the breast rope. Again he was slow and gentle with it, stopping to have a good feel of my tits as he unwound the rope.

I quickly went to the bathroom, showered, removed the plug and vibe and relieved myself.



I persuaded him to stay and help me dress, my tight black lace up corset, complete with garter belt and black stockings went on first followed by the sheer white blouse and mid length black flowing peasant skirt.

My breasts were crushed into place, the half cups barely covering my nipples and lack of underwear ensured easy access. The outfit was completed with a pair of high black heels.



Once dressed, my visitors use was finished and I ushered him out of my house with the promise of more sex and my undying love in the future.



Returning to my bedroom I took a final look in the mirror perfect whore outfit for a soon to be perfect whore.



I heard the car door close and footsteps on the pathway it was 6 o’clock…