1. Punished


    Date: 8/22/2015, Categories: Crossdressing, Author: pleatedskirt, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    I glanced around the second hand clothing shop to make sure that no one had seen me pick out the pink, pleated netball skirt from the rack. I hid it beneath a pair of long pants in my hand. I felt my heart start to beat furiously as I stood next to the change room and caught the attention of the shop assistant by waving the pair of pants I was carrying, and the hidden netball skirt in front of me. He nodded and with a smile on his face motioned me to enter the change room. I entered, and pausing only to pull the curtain across the opening of the change room, gazed at myself in the mirror. Smiling at how clever I thought I had been, I quickly took off my pants and underwear grabbed the netball skirt, held it to my face, and breathed in its smell. God it smelt so good and the pleats felt like magic against my skin. For as long as I could remember, I had had a secret fetish for pleated skirts, especially netball skirts, and here I was about to try one on. Without a moment’s hesitation, I wrapped the skirt around me and fastened the clasp securely. The feeling was indescribable as I ran my hand down the pleats and gazed at my image. Quickly, knowing that I didn't have much time I drove my hand beneath the skirt and started to furiously masturbate myself. I knew it wouldn't take me long to cum and as I felt myself begin to climax I wrapped the skirt around my cock and ejaculated wave after wave of salty cum onto the skirt. I gasped in pleasure, but becoming a little anxious about ...
    how long I was spending in the change room, I quickly removed the skirt and used it to clean up all the mess I had made. The skirt was a sorry sight now as it was covered in dripping cum. Nevertheless, I replaced it on its hanger, put my pants back on as as fast as I could, left the change room, went to the closest rack and replaced the skirt. I had made it. Smiling to myself, I started to head for the exit. “Mr Brown, could you please stop the gentleman.” A woman's voice suddenly rang out, shocking me and sending fear crackling down my spine. Suddenly I felt a strong pair of hands grab me. It was the shop assistant I had motioned to earlier. Too frightened to speak I twisted around in the man's grasp and saw a woman holding the pink netball skirt in her hand. Luckily, for me I noticed there was no one else in the shop beside us. “What seems to be the problem Jane?” asked the man in a strong deep voice. Jane moved closer and held up the skirt, “Look what this little creep has done Peter. He's masturbated over a netball skirt.” Peter looked with open disgust at the skirt and then at me. “Shall we call the police? Let them sort it out,” said Peter. At the mention of police, I felt tears well in my eyes, “Please don't call the police! Please!” I begged, openly sobbing. They both looked at me with disgust. “So you think we should let you off with just a warning,” shouted Jane. “You come in here and masturbate over a skirt and think we'll have no problem with that, do you?” “I’m ...
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