If you are under the age of 18, or otherwise forbidden by law to read electronically transmitted erotic material, please do not proceed any further. 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. Copyright Notice: This material is copyright, 2012, by the author at J21742@gmail.com. All rights reserved. I specifically grant the right of downloading and keeping one electronic copy for your personal reading so long as this notice is included. Reposting requires previous permission. You may not post this story on any website for financial gain, or otherwise use it for financial gain. 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