I [F] Masturbated While Wearing My Sisters Wedding Dress – Part 2

If you haven’t already, you should enjoy [part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyConfession/comments/rcq5ez/i_36f_masturbated_while_wearing_my_sisters/) before reading this. There is a lot of build up, while this is important to me, it might not be to you, skip to part in **bold** if you want to get right into the action.

I caught up with my sister over Christmas and I was keen to find out if she still had any fondness for her wedding dress, or if there might be an opportunity for me to get my hands on it once more. I was slightly disheartened to find out that she had almost entirely forgotten about it, I have such a fondness for that dress and she was entirely uncaring about it.

But I was planning to turn her total disregard into my benefit. I suggested she sell it, I even offered to deal with it for her, there are more people who are likely to buy it here in London than where she lives in Scotland. In the end, I left her to think about it, she was staying at our parents and had said she would get it out and remind herself of it.

We meet once more the next day, the day before she travels home for dinner and I almost can’t wait to ask about the dress. But I don’t need too, she bring it up first and tells me that she didn’t have time to get it out and look at it, but if I thought I could sell it, go ahead. Although she wanted me to send her the heels, she was not willing to part with those just yet.

And so, the next morning, I head to my parents for lunch and to collect my sisters wedding dress to get it ready to sell. They’re so keen to get rid of it, that it is already sat on the counter top in the kitchen and a few hours later, its travelling home in the back seat of an uber with me.

It’s awkward, a large box, big enough for the dress and the box with the heels inside. But I eventually get it back in my apartment and unpack all the parts in the spare room. The gorgeous lace Louboutins I admire for a moment before putting to one side, they’re amazing, but a little too delicate for what I have planned and they need posting first thing in the morning.

Next, the lingerie, from the silk bag I pull out the most amazingly delicate, fully fashioned stockings and the matching set of bra thong and suspenders. I check the label to see where they are from only to find it has been removed. The bra must have been added to the package at a later date as I don’t recall seeing it before and the dress does not accommodate one. I lay them out on the bed for now.

Finally, I unpack the dress, letting the skirt unfurl as I pull it from the box. I place it on a hanger and hang it on the door of the wardrobe so I can admire it. It’s been a few years since I last saw it, but its just as amazing as I remember. I run my fingers over the satin feeling its softness.

Sadly for today, it stays on the hanger, I have work things to attend to and this requires the proper preparation and planning. I already have a booking at my regular beauticians, an outfit like this requires silky smooth skin and a flawless manicure.

The following day I finish work at midday and head to the beauticians, from there, straight home. I’m nervous and very excited, I had planned to stop off for dinner on the way home, but grab a takeaway to eat later. As soon as I am home I start to strip off and within a few minutes I am stood naked in front of my sisters wedding dress with a glass of wine in my hand.

I start with the stockings, taking each one and sliding them up my silky smooth legs. They feel expensive, the material is soft but also tough and practically disappears against my skin. Next I take the suspender belt and fasten it around my waist, before attaching each strap to its respective stocking. The straps pull tight around the curve of my arse as I stand up straight and briefly admire the view in the mirror.

Next I take the thong, its practically see through. I slide it up my legs and let it nestle between my firm arse cheeks and delicately cover my increasingly moist pussy lips. Then the heels, I chose Louboutin’s, Miss Benin specifically as I have them in white, to match the rest of the outfit. And who doesn’t love a 6 inch platform heel. Almost dressed, I take one more look in the mirror, it’s the classic pose, the half naked bride, her wedding dress hanging behind her as she admires herself.

First though, I reach under the bed and pull out a box containing my favourite and most used sex toys. I pick out my favourite princess plug and a tube of lube, a little goes on the plug and then bending over to lean on the bed, I push the thong to one side and press the piece of metal to my tight little arse. It resists for a moment, then gives way, making me let out a soft moan as the plug gradually sinks inside me.

Finally I take the dress from the hanger, lowering it to the ground and step into it. I regret wearing the heels first for a moment, but forget about it as I feel the caress of the satin lined dress as it wraps around my body. I reach back and awkwardly tug the zipper into position. I take my hair, which normally hangs down to my elbows, and gather it into a messy bun for an uninterrupted view as I admire myself in the mirror, eventually letting my hair fall back into its natural position.

As I take in the view of the perfect princess in the mirror, it occurs to me that there are a few things missing. I make my way from the spare room to my bedroom, enjoying moving around in the dress. I find a small tiara and a pair of full length, satin evening gloves to complete the outfit.

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**If you managed to read this far, well done, you really stuck it out. I hope your cock is hard or your pussy is wet at the thought of what is to come.**

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Finally it’s time to get myself off. I take my favourite dildo, a 10 inch, realistic suction cup toy and stick it to the wooden floor in front of the mirror, just like I had done before. A little squirt of lube and a lot of awkward dress manipulation soon has me sat on it, slowly riding it, taking a little more each time I move down its length. My apartment fills with my moans and the orgasm comes faster than I had imagined, it doesn’t matter that I can’t reach my clit, I’m soon shuddering violently as sheer, unadulterated pleasure slams my body.

It takes me a little while to recover, getting back off the dildo in the dress and heels is something of a pain, but it’s worth it! My pussy is soaking wet as I make my way to the kitchen, my wet thighs slipping past each other, coated in my juices. The butt plug tugging at my arse as I walk, exacerbated by the high heels. It’s an incredible feeling. I take a few moments to enjoy wearing the dress, swanning around like a princess, with a glass of wine and a chocolate bar.

It’s not long before I need more. I head back to the spare room and the aforementioned box of toys. I find my favourite vibrator, one of those sucking clit stimulators. I climb up onto the large bed and prop myself up with pillows, my sisters wedding dress surrounding me like a cloud. I find my pussy under all the material and close my eyes, letting the vibrator do its work. I toy with it a little, dragging it out for a few minutes, but that thing makes me orgasm so fast that it’s not long before I am panting and moaning my way through another intense orgasm.

At this point it’s starting to get a little late, I make myself some dinner, enjoying the absurdity of cooking in a wedding dress and the thrill of the butt plug inside me. Terrified I will damage it, I make something easy and eat it at the dining table. As I eat, I scroll through reddit, admiring images from my favourite subs and replying to one or two messages. One guy has been sending me loads of black and white porn gifs of women in lingerie fucking, they’re amazing and I am soon in the mood for a little more fun.

After tidying away the dishes, I take off the dress. It’s a somewhat bittersweet moment, it really is very awkward to move in. I carefully hang it back on the wardrobe door and get comfortable on the bed once more. Still plugged, still wearing the stockings, suspenders and heels, the gloves stop me using the phone so they are put to one side for now. Then, with my phone in one hand and clit in the other, I scroll through the almost endless stream of gifs until orgasm number three hits me. It takes longer and it hits harder!

At this stage I think I am done for the evening, but another Redditor has other ideas. He requests I put the dress back on, I put the gloves on too and he instructs me as I get myself off once more. He wants me to fuck two of those 10 inch dildos, fixed to a wall so I can watch myself orgasm. He talks me through it, telling me to record myself as I play with the plug, then fingering myself with the gloves on until they are soaked. He has me crawl across the room to retrieve the dildos in my mouth, not knowing that one is already used. One goes on the floor and I ride it just like before, until its balls deep inside me. He makes me call him Master.

Im a mess by now, shaking a little and breathing hard. He has me edge as I slowly remove the plug, the dildo inside me and one hand on my clit. He has no idea how awkward this is in such an elaborate dress. Then he has me detach the dildo from the floor, leaving it inside me, before backing up to the one on the wall and pressing the tip of it against my arse. My heart is pounding as the tip of the toy touches my tightest hole.

He tells me to rub my pussy as I push back on the dildo, letting it fill my tight little arse one inch at a time riding it slowly. The he sends me the following…

Imagine your sister is there with you.

Admiring, gasping, moaning at the sight in front of her.

She can’t help touch herself as she sees you with two huge toys inside you.

In her wedding dress of all things.

She can’t believe you can fit them both or how much of a sexy slut you are.

By the time the last message arrives the two dildos are both attached to the wall, balls deep inside me. I look up at my laptop, sat on the floor in front of me and read the messages, fucking the two dildos as I do. Its enough to get me to orgasm number four and it totally blows my mind. My gloved hands slide on the wooden floor as i orgasm, almost making me face plant it. I stay there for a moment, quivering and twitching, it feels like forever, I have no idea how long it is. Both the toys are still fully inside me, my body too tired to move me off them.

Eventually I pull myself off the toys and off the floor. I undress, carefully hanging the dress back up. the gloves, soaked in my pussy juices, are probably ruined, but they and the thong are tossed in the washing machine, I suspect I might need them again tomorrow. I take a quick shower and head for bed its late for me. I sleep very well, as you might imagine!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/rtdxyp/i_f_masturbated_while_wearing_my_sisters_wedding