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Author: Julie Derecho

Title: Julie, How To Trash A Prom Dress, Part Three

Summary: Julie continues to work on mastering her oral skills during a  another clandestine meeting.

Keywords: MM, ROM, CONS, MARRIED, TG, TV, BISEXUAL, ORAL SEX





   Julie got a rude awakening when Andrea started ripping the covers and
sheets from their marital bed the next morning.  For some reason his wife
was getting an earlier than usual start on the laundry, but he was too
groggy and it was too early for him to understand why.  Julie's eyes
struggled to adjust to the harsh daylight streaming into the room.  As if
yanking the covers off the bed wasn't enough, Andrea had fully opened the
curtains as well.  Completely naked, Julie continued to lay there until
Andrea moved to the other side of the bed and began hastily tugging on the
sheet beneath him.  He realized that he had little choice but to get up and
reluctantly gave-in.  As he headed for the bathroom, Andrea called out to
remind him that several of her friends would be visiting that afternoon. 
That of course meant that she expected for him to go find something to do,
anything, as long as it was away from the house, and her friends.  Julie
didn't mind, after all, what kind of trouble could she possibly get into?



   Once Julie finished tidying up her genital area during her shower, she
went to her study for some private, computer time.  Andrea wouldn't clean
that today, she would just close the door.  She still had a couple of hours
before having to vacate the house.  There were no new messages from Ed, so
she she sent him one.  Julie told him she wanted to suck his cock, again.
Then she did some web surfing while waiting for him to respond.  In less
than three minutes Ed wrote back, asking Julie if she was free later?  She
responded that she had absolutely nothing to do other than to suck his dick
for the rest of the day.  Ed sent her a street address and asked if she
would be willing to meet him there?  Julie said she would.  Curious as to
what and where it was, Julie looked it up using her work account so that
she could see everything about the property.  She was shocked to learn that
it was a residential home.  Even more mysteriously, it was currently for
sale, as well as vacant according to the to listing information.  Why Ed
would want her to meet him at such a place genuinely piqued her curiosity.



   Julie was frustrated and at her fourth thrift store trying to find some
girl things.  Although she was relieved to find that this one actually had
some stuff worth looking at, it was more than evident that the bad economic
circumstances and high unemployment numbers were making quality stuff hard
to come by.  Dresses, skirts, and blouses in particular were in short
supply.  Aware that she clearly stood out as the only man browsing the
women's clothing, Julie made a point to stay clear of the ladies dressing
room area.  She didn't want anyone to think she was some kind of pervert.
In one store she'd even told another female customer and her husband that
she was shopping for a needy family that had lost their home in a fire
after they kept eyeing her suspiciously.  For Julie, the shopping was
nothing short of a headache, either things wouldn't fit, or the price was
too prohibitive for what she considered as a throwaway outfit; something to
have dirty sex with Ed in and then toss in the trash on the way home. 
Eventually, Julie had an interesting idea, rushing rushing over to the
shelf to check.  Sure enough, prom dresses were a dime a dozen, literally,
because school had let out a short while earlier, and there wouldn't be any
mass demand for such apparel for months.  Julie quickly found one.



   After paying for the dress, Julie returned to the women's clothing
section and pretended that she needed to look at something else.  Earlier,
she had scoped out the store in-depth, even going so far as to make
multiple passes, and didn't see any sign of security cameras.  Paying for
it wouldn't have imposed any sort of financial hardship on her, but she
just couldn't bring herself to buy it, at least not yet.  Besides, she'd
had enough of people staring at her all day as it was.  Watching to make
sure the cashier was busy and that no one else was looking, Julie snatched
the long, brown, curly wig from the mannequin's head in one swift motion
and stuffed it into her bag, with the dress.  By the time she reached the
car, beads of sweat dotted her forehead.  Julie swore she would never do
that again.



   41427 Silver Ridge Drive was on a cul-de-sac in what Julie referred to
as a classic, housing bubble neighborhood.  These subdivisions were
clusters of homes that had sprouted up everywhere during the great boom on
any piece of land that a builder could get their hands on; even if that
meant a nasty set of high-tension power lines cutting a swath through the
development.  Julie noted one of the massive towers just beyond the
backyard.  She guessed two of houses on the street with for sale signs were
short-sales, but 41427 was positively a foreclosure.  Those had special
stickers or notices adorning the front windows and doors and they were
impossible to miss on this home.  Ed's car was in the driveway, but there
was no sign of him.  That meant he was already inside.  As she gathered her
briefcase and locked the car, Julie desperately hoped a second crime hadn't
been committed as she headed into the house to find him.



   The door was unlocked and she found him sitting on the kitchen
counter-top waiting for her.  Julie noticed how the island-counter was
nearly covered with business cards from all the real estate agents that had
shown the home.  She immediately asked Ed how he'd gotten into the house?
He smiled and explained to her that he'd opened the lockbox and used the
same key that all those people did, pointing to the colorful collage of
names, faces, and agencies.  The old-style, manual, lockbox on this one
doesn't have the electronic audit feature that the high-end, occupied homes
do, Ed told her.  Julie hadn't known that an audit feature even existed,
and realized now that Ed could also be in the real estate business.  She
asked him if he was an agent also?  Owner, Ed told her.  Initially, she
thought that meant he owned the house, but Ed sensed her confusion and
corrected her.  He told her he owned a real estate sales agency.  Julie was
floored, but it explained a lot of things, such as the BMW.  Sure, lots of
folks owned them nowadays after cashing out some home equity during the
boom, but the number of people that could swing a hundred plus grand on a
loaded seven series were few and far between.  And anybody who had cashed
out that kind of moolah usually bought an RV.  Ed's shocking revelation
provided an explanation as to why Julie had never seen him at any sales
meetings or training sessions; he was far too important for such things.



   She shouldn't have been, but Julie found herself nervous again.  Ed
seemed to have a knack for knowing how to calm her though, and shifted the
subject to something she knew and was confident about, asking her how long
she'd be an agent?  She told him two years, adding that it was only since
she'd retired from her previous career.  Ed then asked her to show him
around the home as if he were a client.  As Julie led him up the stairs, Ed
remarked about the oak staircase, telling her that the builders threw in a
few quality addons to conceal the fact that homes like this were
essentially nothing but OSB, shit boxes built by illegal immigrants, often
within a week or less.  Although she was supposed to be taking him on a
buyer's tour of the house and demonstrating her expertise, Ed couldn't
resist sharing his own to teach her what to look for and what to lookout
for in homes such as this.  It suddenly occurred to Julie that Ed might be
nervous as well.  In the basement they discovered that a few furniture
items still remained.  When Ed took a seat in a left-behind wooden chair in
the large rec-room, Julie knew he was signaling the tour was over, and that
it was time to make good on her offer to suck his cock.  Ed told her to
pick out a room to change in, adding that he wanted to see how she looked
in her new stockings.



   The air in the basement was cool as Julie let her pants fall to the
floor and piled her clothes on top of them.  In a rare act of wisdom, the
bank that owned this one had been smart enough to make sure the electricity
was kept on.  Otherwise the basement would have been such a toxic, mold
fest that it would never have been possible for the two of them to use it.
Radical mold growth from the floor to the ceiling only took a couple of
weeks of no power.  Julie had goose-bumps from the frigid, cold air coming
through the bathroom vent by the time she removed the red, satin prom dress
from her briefcase.  Stepping into it, she wondered what the girl who had
first worn it to the dance looked like?  As she pulled it on, she wondered
if the girl's boyfriend had stuck his hand up it and fondled her?  It was a
tight fit, but after some struggling, she was able to get it over her chest
despite the fact that she was barely even filling the large, breast cups.
Julie had no idea what she was going to do about that, but when she slipped
the curly, brown wig on for that very first time, it became the least of
her worries.  While she didn't have the most feminine figure, she clearly
thought she looked hot with women's hair.  As she applied her lipstick,
Julie could feel that familiar tingle and growth in her crotch, which
required her to reposition her womanhood inside the panties to keep Ed from
seeing it.



   It was Ed who was stunned this time when Julie emerged.  She was clearly
what he considered a go-getter.  He'd expected her to show up in just
panties for their first date and she had surprised him with the lipstick.
Now this.  He could tell Julie clearly went the extra distance.  And men
such as himself were always on the lookout for these type of people, both
for business and pleasure.  Before Julie even knelt down in front of his
chair and slipped her hand into his trousers, Ed had already began to think
about hiring her as one of his own agents.  Aching to satisfy her feminine
hunger, Julie didn't waste anytime getting busy licking, sucking, and
pumping Ed's cock.  The brunette between Ed's legs with the head of his
prick stuffed between her bright, red lips would certainly make for a
useful fixture in the office.  He liked the thought of being able to summon
her whenever he chose.  Ed watched as Julie experimented this time with how
far she could get his swollen manhood into her mouth.  A couple of times
she triggered her gag-reflex and coughed, but it didn't deter her, and she
shoved him right back into her fuck-hole.  His ex-wife had sucked his cock
because she thought it was her duty, Julie was sucking his prick because
she got off on doing it; there was a difference and Ed would never tolerate
the former again.  Satisfied that she could now get at least half of Ed's
dick in her mouth, Julie concentrated on making him come.  It was time to
ruin her first prom dress.  Pressing her tongue hard against the soft
underside of his cock, just below the tip, she began to bob her head up and
down to simulate fucking him.  She considered her mouth as Ed's cunt and it
used it as one.  Julie listened for the tell-tale signs of excitement.  It
didn't take long for Ed to start grunting and breathing heavily.  She could
feel the muscles in his legs tighten.  Then Ed bucked up and down a little,
cutting loose a gusher of hot, sticky, white liquid.  Unlike last time,
Julie managed to contain the first squirt in her mouth, but she had plans
for the rest of it.  Quickly, rising up on her knees in front of him, she
held Ed's cock firmly in front of her until he had pumped all of his
remaining come all over the front of her red dress.  With Ed's jism now
splattered all over her gown, Julie laid back on the carpet and lifted her
outfit until it was scrunched up around her waist, exposing the tops of her
new stockings and panties.  Then she pushed her panties down far enough to
allow her to slip her own cock out.  Julie began pumping it in a frenzy. 
Ed watched her head roll from side to side and her tongue occasionally
shoot out to lick her lips.  Finally, thick streams of come shot across her
stomach, intermingling with his own juices, and further staining the dress.
It was decided, Ed was definitely going to offer Julie a job.





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