MICKEY part 1
 

 
Recently I was asked by a long standing client, Alfie Jones, to visit him
in Dallas. Alfie wanted me to meet with his team in Dallas. He was unable
to meet me at the airport on account of his being engaged in important
meetings until late the following afternoon. He did however arranged for
his driver to meet me off the plane and take me to Alfie's company
apartment near to his offices.
 
"Don't worry there is plenty of room in the apartment as the only person
staying there is my wife's cousin Mickey who's out of town until the end
of the week. Make sure you make yourself at home and just call down to
the ground floor restaurant if you want anything to eat or drink". Alfie
had told me over the phone. 
 
At the airport I was met by Christi. Alfie had originated from the east
end of London and had kept the annoying habit of ending everyone's name
in an i or y. So I was Bobby, his driver Chris was Christi, and so on.
Chris took me to the smart two bedroom high-rise apartment and showed
me my room.
 
Exhausted after a long 18 journey I decided to have an early night and
went straight to bed. The next morning I didn't wake until 11.00.  With
several hours to spare I took a long bath and then started to potter
around the apartment in my boxers. In the kitchen chiller I found loads
of orange juice and isokinetic drinks. There was also plenty of fresh
fruit and a couple of blueberry muffins. I elected to take a glass of
juice and a muffin to the living room with its large window overlooking a
city park. Suitable refreshed I decided to have a good look around the
luxurious apartment.     
   
It didn't take long for curiosity to get the better of me. Cautiously I
opened the door to the second bedroom. Inside the room was similar mine;
light and airy with a king size bed, fitted mirrored door wardrobes and
an en-suit bathroom.
 
I moved across the room towards the bedside table to see if there was
anything worth reading. Some heath and fitness magazines, one on martial
arts and another on women's fashion. Nothing to inspire me there. Maybe
there would be something in the wardrobe.
 
As I walked towards the mirrored doors I noticed a pair of dumbbells laid
beside the foot of the bed. WOW they looked some size! Taking a closer
look I realised that they were 50kg each (110 lb)!  Reaching down I
grabbed one and tried to lift it with one arm. With no chance of lifting
it that way I tried with both arms. After some effort I managed to lift
the metal lump to my chest and back to the floor. Fuck me, if Mickey
trained with those he must be one hell of a hunk.
 
Sliding the first wardrobe open I was surprised to see a range of
dresses. Then when I opened the second I was further surprised to
see only women's shoes and shelves full of bras and panties. How come
Mickey didn't have any of his stuff in the wardrobe? Then the penny
dropped; Mickey must be a woman not a man.
 
As I looked closer at the shoes and other things I realised that
Mickey must be a big woman. I slipped my foot into one of the five inch
stiletto heals. Shit! It must be four sizes bigger than my foot. I tried
on the second shoe. My god! I was like a little child trying on my
mothers shoes.
 
Carefully I slipped on of the bras off the shelf to study the size tag.
There wasn't one. The garment was beautifully made and superbly sexy.
Again it looked huge. Visualising my wife's bras it was massive in
comparison. Again curiosity got the better of me and I couldn't resist
slipping the thin straps over my shoulders to see just how big it
was. Being front fastening I decided to close it up. Holly shit! This
girl must be enormous. It hung loose around my forty inch chest. The cups
weren't that large but must surely be bigger than my wife's C size.
 
Man - was I starting to feel horny! My cock was straining in my pants.
"Go on", I thought, "why not slip on the matching thong". I did. Again it
was very generous fit, having absolutely no trouble containing my fully
erect dick. So there I was - completely decked out in bra, panties and
high heals, when I noticed to my horror someone standing in the open
doorway.
 
"What the fuck do you think you are doing?"  
 
SHIT this can't be happening.
 
"Well, I'm waiting!"
 
I remained speechless and frozen to the spot. Just staring at the
doorway. Gradually my mind switched into gear. This must be Mickey; and
she was home early.
 
The woman in the doorway advanced towards me. Jesus she was MASSIVE. Even
with me in her five inch heels she towered over my five foot seven inch
frame. She must be at least six foot three or four in her stocking feet.
But she didn't just end there. Her whole build was just as big;
shoulders, chest, arms and legs. The crop top she was wearing exposed
a deep defined rock hard six pack.
 
"So you like dressing up in women's clothes do you?" she said 
 
Still speechless I remained rooted to the spot. Then she grabbed my
arm and pulled me effortlessly towards her. One more tug an I was tuned
around to face the mirrored wall of the wardrobe. It was then that I
realised just how big Mickey really was. She was head and shoulders
taller than me, and those shoulders were clearly much wider than mine. 
 
Then before I knew what was happening she grabbed my second arm and held
it with my first behind my back. As I watched myself in the mirror I
realised that she was holding both my arms with just one of hers. Her
second arm had come round the front of me and her hand was
disappearing down into my thong. That hand was now engulfing my tool,
which was, to my total surprised, still erect. Gripping my dick Mickey
moved the triangle of material so that my cock (well her hand) was fully
visible in the mirror.
 
"I can see why you want to wear girls undies I've seen bigger clits than
this little worm!" laughed Mickey.
 
My plight was now registering on my shocked system. I started to
struggle. However, it didn't take me long to realise how futile this was.
Mickey held be effortlessly. Her visible arm bulged with power. No
wonder she could workout with those 50kg dumb bells.
 
As my struggling subsided she started to jerk off my straining five inch
cock. Each time she jerked her huge biceps bulged. Mickey was counting
aloud. "..... seven, eight, nine, FINISHED!"
 
My spunk was shooting all over her huge hand. My body spasming out of
control. If it were not for her powerful grip of my arms I would have
fallen to the floor.
 
"You puny little sissy shit" she sneered. "Just look at yourself". Then
she let me slump to the floor.
 
Standing over me she ordered that I remove her things and get the fuck
out of her room.
 
 
 
To be concluded in part 2.