Bossed Into Panties

by Karen Petties

   

Chapter 8: Maid in trouble

With recent events praying heavily on his mind, Peter drove to Lucy's house in a bit of a daze, barely noticing the journey. He really didn't want to go but he knew there'd be trouble if he didn't, and right now he couldn't see any easy way out of their blackmailing antics.

Lucy opened the front door and beckoned him in. "Good, you're on time. Come on then, don't be shy. My parents are out for the evening so we won't be interrupted" she giggled. Peter hardly thought that was anything to be pleased about. In fact, it sounded quite ominous. Reluctantly he followed her into the living room where he found three of her friends waiting for him, plus Sophie, her five year old niece. Lucy introduced her boss but it was pretty obvious they knew all about him.

"So, this is the little cutie-pie that likes to play dress-up" Tessa smiled, looking him up and down. She was a sexy looking black girl with plenty of attitude, a reputation for chasing men, and a loathing of wimpy white boys like Peter.

There was something about her. It was strange but Peter immediately knew he fancied her. Maybe it was her sassy attitude, or maybe the very full rounded bottom that he was attracted to. He never could understand why black girls seemed to have the sexiest asses. Given his current dilemma and the way in which she'd just addressed him, you would have expected him to be at least a little apprehensive of what lay ahead but instead, he simply reverted to type, ogling her bum and her ample breasts moving about inside the white T-shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra and her nipples stuck out like little black corks. A girl with big boobs has to have nice firm ones to go without a bra, he mused. She was also wearing a clingy white skirt that ended around mid thigh and moulded itself to those round fleshy buttocks. He wondered what colour knickers she was wearing…. oh how nice, they were little white ones and… he could just make out the sexy panty lines… bikini style, not too big and not too skimpy either…. very nice indeed!

"Don't you dare look me over like that… like some piece of meat" she spat. "Jesus, he's checking out my knickers" she said, tugging at the hem of her skirt. "You dirty sod. If my boyfriend catches you doing that, he'll skin you alive." Peter gave her a filthy look but said nothing. Never mind her boyfriend, she looked like she could handle herself if she needed to, he thought. He certainly didn't fancy mixing it with her anyway. "So, would our cutie-pie like to be prettied up by a nice black girl eh?" she goaded him. The girls giggled as he shifted nervously from one foot to another. All apart from Sophie who wouldn't have understood, and in any event, was still engrossed in her book and barely even acknowledged him.

"Sophie, don't be rude. Aren't you going to say hello to Peter. Go on, say hello, sweetheart" Lucy prompted.

The little girl looked up, clearly disinterested. "Hi" she said in a quiet voice, sounding bored.

"Peter's going to be a bridesmaid just like you Sophie. He's come over here to see his dress."

Peter looked at her in shock. "What!!" The other girls in the room were all sniggering, trying to restrain themselves.

It took a few moments for it to register with Sophie, then suddenly she was interested. Her face lit up with a broad smile. "Boys can't be bridesmaids!" she announced with a little giggle.

"Well, most bridesmaids are girls but there's really nothing to stop a boy from being one if he wants to, is there girls?"

"And he does SO want to" Tessa added. Oh yes, he's going to make the sweetest little bridesmaid. Mummy won't recognise her little darling once we've finished with him, will she girls?" She walked around, checking him out from behind. "Mmmm, nice tight ass. How cute is that?" she purred, fondling his bottom, "nice rounded buttocks… a girl's bottom! Just perfect for putting into girl's panties" she chuckled.

"Get off me!" he demanded, pulling away.

"Mmm, I think I'm going to have me a pretty little bridesmaid before the night's out" she roared with laughter, licking her lips.

"Honestly Tessa, control yourself" Lucy giggled. "Now then Peter, I expect you want know about your responsibilities, don't you?" Lucy continued. Peter said nothing, sighed and looked away. Another one of their stupid little games he thought. Best let them get it over with.

"Pay attention now. First of all, you're going to help me send out all the invitations, but that's the easy bit. After that, you'll need to get together with the other girls to organise the lingerie shower. Of course you'll be coming to that along with all my girlfriends. And if you're a very good boy, I might even let you model some of it for us. That would be fun wouldn't it? Then we've got a full wedding rehearsal to go to, and on the day, you'll be helping me with my dress… bet you'll enjoy that bit won't you?" she laughed. "Oh and then at the reception, you'll need to dance with each of the groomsmen." She giggled at the fraught look on his face. "That's right, you're going to dance with the boys. Oh, you're going to enjoy that. A couple of them are really dishy, though there's one who's a right animal… hands everywhere" she laughed. "I'll be amazed if he doesn't try to make out with you."

Whilst Lucy had been busy explaining everything, Sophie was obviously thinking it all through. "Will he have to wear a dress then?" she asked, suddenly looking more interested and putting her book down. "He'd look really FUNNY in a dress" she laughed.

Peter looked at Lucy with a pained expression and began to shake his head.

"Well of course he'll have to wear a dress, darling. He'd look pretty silly as a bridesmaid in a man's suit wouldn't he?"

Sophie was laughing out loud now. "Is he going to wear a dress like mine?" she squealed. "Is he… is he?… can I help to dress him… pleeeeease."

"CERTAINLY NOT!" Lucy replied, looking serious.

"Ohhhhh" she groaned in a disappointed voice. "Well, can I see my dress then Auntie? I've been waiting ages. Can I see it now?"

"Yes dear, I think we'll all go upstairs and you can get changed. Peter, you lead the way. Top of the stairs, turn left and it's the first door."

Peter was rooted to the spot but the black girl made another grab for him and that stirred him into action. He reluctantly made his way upstairs and opened the door into Lucy's bedroom where he came face to face with her two teenage nieces, Christine and Carol, who were to be the other two bridesmaids. They'd already changed and were in fits of giggles, trying to figure out how to walk and sit down demurely in their long skirts.

"I expect you remember Christine, don't you" Lucy said, introducing them. Christine gave him a little smile.

Peter knew he'd seen her somewhere before and it suddenly clicked. Lucy had brought her to work last summer as part of a school work experience project. He'd been totally against the idea of some kid hanging around the office for a week but Personnel had overruled him. He was furious, and unfortunately for Christine, had decided that her work experience would consist of nothing more than photocopying and filing. She was a bright girl and was bored silly with the mindless tasks he'd given her, but worse than that, he completely ignored her every day and generally made her feel like she was just in the way.

"Um yes, yes I think I remember" he replied, glancing at her furtively and feeling very uncomfortable that she knew who he was.

"I certainly remember you" Christine grinned. She'd waited a long time for this moment and she was so looking forward to the next couple of hours.

Lucy was quite taken aback at the girls in their long dresses. "My God, you two look drop dead gorgeous. Those dresses make you look so sophisticated and mature. I'm going to have to keep an eye on you at the wedding, I don't want any of the girls complaining about you stealing their men, do I?" she laughed. "Now, do you remember I told you about Peter being one of the bridesmaids?"

Christine chuckled. "We could hardly forget something like that could we? I can't wait to see him dressed" she laughed.

"And you're still OK about helping him with the dress?"

Peter looked horrified.

"Oh, you bet. He was SO helpful with my work experience, it's the very least we can do isn't it?"

"Yeah, we're so looking forward to getting our new bridesmaid into his pretty little dress. He's going to look really cute once we've finished with him" her sister laughed.

"Oh that's good. He'll obviously need some help and I'll be busy on the day, so if you can take care of him that'll be a huge weight off my mind."

Meanwhile, Sophie had seen her dress hanging up and was dying to try it on. "It's my favourite colour Auntie. I love pink, isn't it pretty?"

"You'll find the petticoat and other things on the bed Sophie. Why don't we go next door and you can try it all on?" she suggested.

The little girl was already rummaging through the explosion of frothy, lacy underwear laid out on the bed and quickly came across a pair of pink and extremely frilly panties. "Oh what are these? I'm not wearing these Auntie, they're all frilly…. ugh" she screamed, holding them at arms length.

Calm down Sophie…."

"They're frilly baby's knickers and I'm not wearing them…. NO, NO, NO!" she screamed indignantly, stamping her feet in protest and heading toward a full blown tantrum.

"Ssssh darling, they're not for you sweetheart" Lucy tried to calm her down. "Look, these are yours" and she gave her a pair of white cotton knickers. They weren't completely plain but neither were they fussy. There was just the merest hint of pink lace around the legs. "See, they're OK, aren't they?"

"Hmmm, yes I suppose so" she replied, her face looking like thunder but sounding a little more reassured. "But who are these for then" she asked, holding the mass of pink nylon frills at arms length, as if they had a nasty smell.

It was all going perfectly and this was the moment that Lucy had been looking forward to all day. "Well, they're not mine darling. A bride always wears white lingerie under her white dress. And I think Christine and Carol have got their knickers, haven't you girls?"

"Yes, we're all in white underneath" they replied in a smug voice.

"So.… let's see now" Lucy smiled, taking the knickers from her niece and looking round the room. "Who have we got left? Who could they be for? Who would like to wear a pair of little girl's pink knickers … pink frilly ones to be precise, under their dress? I wonder….." Lucy deliberately took her time, teasingly glancing from one smiling face to another as she toyed with the rows of frills. "Who do you think Sophie… mmm?"

The girls were all trying to stifle their giggles, some more successfully than others. Tessa gave Peter a wicked smile, then bent down and whispered in Sophie's ear.

The little girl's face broke into a broad grin as she turned to Peter. He was dreading what was coming next. She seemed to take an age….. then…. "HIM!" she squealed. "Make HIM wear them Auntie, make him wear the frilly knickers under his dress, PLEEEASE can he wear them" she begged.

Lucy laughed out loud and approached Peter with the panties. "Well I don't know. It is a nice idea Sophie. Do you think they'd suit him dear?" she teased, holding them up to his waist.

"Oh yes, yes" she screamed, jumping up and down.

"But sweetheart, they're very frilly and so girly, and Peter isn't exactly a girl is he? I mean, it would be very embarrassing for a boy to have to wear such girlish knickers wouldn't it? Now you don't want him to feel all embarrassed do you?"

"Yes, yes, make him wear them Auntie, please make him", she screamed.

"Mmmm, well perhaps you're right. He would look rather cute in pink frills wouldn't he? Right, that's settled then, we'll let you wear them Peter. They'll help you feel all nice and girly under your dress…. won't they Sophie?" she teased him.

"Oh yes. You're going to look so S W E E E E E T" Sophie drawled, revelling in his embarrassment.

"Oh yes, so S W E E E E E T " Tessa echoed in a childlike, mocking voice.

He wished the ground could swallow him up, his mind frantically searching for a way out of this total humiliation. "Look, I'm not going through with this charade so you may as well stop, right now" he spluttered in desperation.

"What… and lose your precious job for the sake of wearing a silly dress. No, I don't think so" she replied, quickly dismissing his protest.

Christine and Carol were loving it, and really getting into the swing of ridiculing him. "You'll have to be careful if it's a windy day. You don't want your skirts blowing up…. or you'll be showing all those frills off to everyone…. yeah, and then you'll have all the boys chasing you" Christine laughed.

"Yeah, like at school the other day" Carol complained. "I had half the boys in my class after me when this stupid cow told some guy I was wearing red lacy knickers under my school skirt."

"Well, that is what you were wearing for God's sake… and they were satin with fancy lace across the front. Anyway, it was just a joke."

"A joke, huh! They waited for me after school and held me upside down while absolutely everyone walked past. I was SO embarrassed. All those horrid boys, making fun of my knickers. One of them even tried to pull them down for Christ sake. You wait, I'll get even with you for that!"

"Oh Carol, you poor thing. That was a terrible thing to do, Christine" Lucy said.

"Well….. she deserved it. She wears these really short skirts and she's always flashing her knickers at the boys."

"I AM NOT" Carol complained.

"YOU ARE SO."

"Girls, girls! Can we have this discussion another time please? We haven't got all night, and my parents will be home. We'll take Sophie next door while you two get Peter into his dress, OK?"

"Oh but I want to help" Sophie replied. "Can't I help put his knickers on?" she giggled.

Lucy looked angry now. "Right that's it young lady. Let's have you next door this instant" and she picked her up and asked one of the others to bring Sophie's clothes with her. "Remember girls, any trouble, the merest peep out of him, just give us a shout, OK?"

"Fine. You're not going to be any trouble though are you?" Christine smiled at him.

Peter found himself alone with the two teenagers. He knew Christine was sixteen and guessed Carol to be a few years younger, maybe thirteen. In fact she was fifteen, but at just four feet ten inches and so petite, it was easy to see why people thought she was younger. Christine, on the other hand was a tall, well developed girl. She seemed very mature and self assured, quite cocky in fact. "That's your dress" Christine broke the silence, pointing to the wardrobe.

Peter stared opened mouthed at the dress hanging on the door. At first sight it looked like theirs but then he began to realise it was a much younger style, almost the same as Sophie's dress. He took in the details, aghast at just how juvenile and girlish it was. For a start, it was quite short, the full skirt would end up about three inches above his knee. The short and puffy sleeves were made of a soft translucent material, gathered by a pretty white ribbon tied into a bow, and decorated with fancy lace frills that matched those around the sweetheart neckline. There was a lot more of the frilly lace down the bodice and then the satin skirt flared out from the gathered waist, with a floaty pink chiffon overlay on top. This had four rows of white frills, individually edged in pink lace, the last one decorating the hem line. To finish off, there was a broad white satin ribbon that would undoubtedly tie into a large bow at the back. His face was crimson. He shivered. The thought of wearing such a juvenile dress was making him feel quite faint.

Carol took it down and held it in front of him. The whole thing was ultra girlish and she couldn't wait to see him in it. "Your very own little bridesmaids dress. Not many guys get the chance to do this, do they? Aren't you the lucky one eh? Now come on, you'd better get undressed, we've got lots to do" she giggled.

Peter stood motionless. He knew there was no real choice but he couldn't bring himself to undress in front of the two teenagers.

Christine looked annoyed. He was going to be trouble, she could tell. "Aunt Lucy….." she yelled down the hallway.

"OK, OK. Give us a chance for God's sake" he protested. Self consciously, he turned round and pulled his shirt off. There was a little gasp, a giggle and some whispering from behind him. He slid his trousers down and there was another giggle. He turned round.

"Ooooh, nice underwear. Pretty, pretty!" Christine exploded with laughter. He'd forgotten that he was still wearing the pale blue satin camisole and panty set and cursed under his breath. "Behind with the laundry, are we?"

"Pardon."

"I guess you ran out of boxers and had to borrow your girlfriend's stuff."

"Er, yeah. Something like that" he mumbled, feeling both ashamed and annoyed at the same time..

As they teased him about his embarrassing underwear, he glanced uncomfortably at the frothy items on the bed… just waiting for him. His heart missed a beat as he surveyed the pile of silky, frilly, lace trimmed girl's underwear.

"Come on, those as well" Christine smiled, pointing at his female underwear. "We've got some much prettier things for you to try" she added.

He gave a long sigh as once again he turned round and slid out of the camisole and panties, then turned reluctantly to face them, his hands strategically placed to hide his embarrassment. He was completely nude, stark dripping NAKED, and there was a definite certainty that they were about to dress him in the most shameful of GIRL'S UNDERWEAR waiting for him on the bed. He looked at the frothy garments with trepidation. They weren't simply items of underwear, they could only be described as lingerie. And not just any old lingerie either. This was the prettiest, the frilliest, and the most girlish lingerie that any little girl had ever worn…. yet it wasn't a girl that would be wearing it. It was destined for him…. a boy!

The girls giggled at his discomfort. "That's better. OK, I'll toss the coin, you shout" Christine told her sister.

"Heads" she called. "Yesss, it's heads!" Carol yelled gleefully. Peter looked puzzled. "That means I get to dress you" she proudly explained.

"Oh great!" he muttered. Trust the younger of the two girls to win! And not only was she young, but she looked so sweet with that angelic little face and long blonde hair. The thought of being put into that frilly dress by a cute little girl younger than his sister, made him shiver with fear. He just knew that this was going to be the most embarrassing day of his life.

"Nice legs" Christine complimented him.

"Hardly any hair at all" Carol added. "Have you shaved them specially?" she asked with a grin.

"Look. I'm just not very hairy OK? Nothing wrong with that is there?" he replied, sounding annoyed.

"All the guys I know are real hairy" Christine responded.

"Me too" Carol agreed. "They look so much more manly don't they?"

"Well this is one guy that isn't… I mean isn't hairy…. OK?" he repeated.

"OK, OK. Keep you hair on" Carol giggled, and then realised what she'd said and burst out laughing. She then began the task of gathering up the legs of the sheer nylon pantyhose ready for him to step into. "Aren't we going to paint his toenails first" she queried.

"No you bloody well aren't" he replied, quickly.

"Now, now. That's not very ladylike is it?" Christine berated him. "We haven't got time today, but we will for the wedding. Remind me to get some nice pink nail varnish Carol."

"OK." She was now ready with the pantyhose. "Normally, you'd wear these over your panties, but your gorgeous little frillies are simply too precious to be hidden so we're going to put these on first" she explained. "Sit down pretty-boy and I'll slip them up your legs for you." Reluctantly he sat down, carefully maintaining his hands firmly over his nether region. He was literally squirming at the thought of what she was about to do. "Sit still, for God's sake. Come on, I won't bite" said Carol.

She gradually worked the pantyhose up each leg before telling him to stand so she could pull them up the last few inches to his waist. "Oh, don't be such a baby." He still had his hands covering his private parts as she tugged the sheer nylon well above his waist. There was no-where for him to hide his shame now. The girls could see he understood his predicament when his shoulders suddenly slumped in submission.

"Now the socks" she said, guiding his feet into a pair of childish, white ruffled ankle socks. "Oh yes, very cute. OK then, shall we put your pretty little panties on now, Peter?" Carol inquired, her voice heavily laced with juvenile sarcasm.

"Now listen, you two" he began. "That's far enough. You've had your fun, so just back off. Everyone involved in these stupid little games is going to be in for a hell of a time once I'm through with them. If you stop now, I'll be lenient, OK?"

He was bemused. For a moment it was if they hadn't heard a word he'd said. Then Christine looked him in the eye and slapped him so hard across the face, he nearly fell over. He couldn't have anticipated it. No girl had ever hit him like that before. He was stunned and with his face stinging like crazy, was about to complain when she suddenly slapped him again, only harder. "Shut up" she said in a controlled voice. Now he really was scared. "One more word out of you and I'll call Aunt Lucy and tell her you were trying to touch me up."

Carole smiled as if nothing had happened. "Pass me the knickers" she asked her sister. She took them eagerly and held them up in front of him, making sure he had a good look at what was coming. "It's time for little bridesmaids to step into their pretty little knickers, and you're such a lucky little bridesmaid to have such dainty little undies to wear aren't you? They're just the darlingest little knickers aren't they? You can say bye-bye to boring old boy's pants, and hello to satin, frills and lace!" she laughed. She held them open at his feet but he still couldn't bring himself to step into them and she had to literally force his feet into the legs.

"What's a matter with you?" she said, struggling a little. "It's not your first time in knickers is it? We saw what you were wearing earlier, didn't we? Mind you, I suppose they were ladies knickers… grown up's panties, whereas these…. oh these are so precious" she giggled mischievously as she slipped the frilled nylon up to his thighs. "Your very own pair of little girls' knickers… gorgeous pink frilly knickers for our gorgeous little bridesmaid. You know, this gives me an idea how I can get even with those damned boys at school. I'd like to see their faces if I could get them into some frilly panties like these, that'd teach them to mess with me" she mused. She was deliberately taking her time getting them up round his waist to prolong the agony. "Hey Chris, did you see the way Sophie reacted when she thought she was going to have to wear them?"

"I know, mind you I'm not surprised" Christine giggled. "Even Sophie's too grown up for frilly knickers now… but then if he's not used to girls' stuff, he's got to start at the beginning hasn't he? Do you remember having to wear knickers like that when we were little? I hated them…. all those frills sewn in across the back… the stitching used to make my bottom all itchy."

Carol giggled at the thought. "Yeah I remember… and there's nothing worse than scratchy knickers."

She made sure they were pulled up nice and tight and fitted snugly into his crotch before releasing the elastic and letting it snap loudly around his waist. To Peter's relief, the knickers didn't feel at all scratchy. Instead, the exquisite feeling of the silky satin and gossamer thin nylon gliding over his flesh was enough to make his penis harden.

"Oh doesn't he look a darling? All pink and embarrassed, how cute. Isn't he a good little boy, letting me dress him in girl's knickers?" Carol observed.

"I know. I can't think of many guys that would let you do that" Christine teased.

"Right, you can take your hands away now Peter, they're spoiling the line" Carol said, fussing over the panties, and straightening each row of frills. He was shivering with fright as she touched him, yet he couldn't stop her either. He was loving it! Her hand was brushing the front of his panties, gently touching his penis through the lacy frills. "You can have all sorts of little girl dreams in these can't you" she mocked. He flinched. She was so close to the truth, if only!

"Mmmm, something's stirring in here" she taunted, and ran her slender fingers up and down the bulge at the front as if she was trying to gauge its size. She'd never touched a boy down there before but she'd secretly watched her sister one night doing the same thing to her boyfriend and been fascinated at the way it had rapidly grown in size in her expert hands. "Hey, he likes this, Christine" she giggled enthusiastically.

"Well of course he does you idiot!" she replied, annoyed that her little sister was getting fresh with him. "Here, let me. You're too young for this" and she practically shoved her out the way. Carol was furious that her sister always treated her like a little girl but she knew deep down that she was probably getting out of her depth.

"I'll show you what they like, what they really, really like, shall I? But don't you dare tell Mum OK, or you're in BIG trouble. Right then, let's see what we have in here shall we" and she started to ease the waistband down.

"Look, what do you think you're doing?" Peter panicked and tried to push her away.

"Uh, uh. You want me to get everyone back in here… tell them how you've been trying it on with me and Carol, mmm?" He looked very sheepish. He knew she would too. "That's better. Now then, I'm going to give you a nice wank. I've never known a boy that didn't like a girl doing that for him. You know you want me to don't you?" she whispered as she slipped both the panties and the pantyhose down to reveal his swollen manhood. "Oooh yes, I think you're a little excited aren't you."

"Look, he fancies me" she giggled to her younger sister. "You fancy me don't you Peter? You do don't you, I can tell" she teased, taking hold of his penis. He winced with a desperate anticipation as his manhood twitched in her hand.

"Do you know, I was terrified of you when I was working at your place last summer. I remember how you had me doing all that filing in your office. I was bent over so long my back was killing me. And all you could do was sit there and stare up my skirt, you bad boy. You couldn't take your eyes off my knickers could you, dirty sod? Anyway, now I know why you were so interested in my panties. You're just a big sissy really. You couldn't wait to get your pink panties on, could you?" She was stroking him, nice and slow. "Mmmm, is that nice? Oh yes. You boys just love to have a girl wank you, don't you?" she said dreamily, gently moving her fist up and down his shaft, watching his face as his breathing quickened and his eyes closed in bliss.

"He's getting quite big" Carol said excitedly, observing the growth in his penis.

"Huh! I wouldn't exactly call that big" Christine said with derision. "Come on pretty boy… nice and slow… ooh yes, doesn't that feel nice…. mmm, that's it Peter, make it stand up for me…. show me what a big boy you are inside your panties, that's right." She turned to her younger sister. "Now watch carefully Carol. When you get a serious boyfriend, you'll need to know how to do this to do to keep him happy."

"Why?"

"Well otherwise he'll be trying to get into your pants at every opportunity and you can't have that. Treat 'em mean, keep 'em keen" she laughed. "Look, I'm starting nice and slow and working right up to the tip. That's the sensitive bit, so nice and gently over that and then down again to the base. Easy isn't it? Then you can start to work it a little harder, then a bit faster, and then you just keep it going till they shoot.

"Oh let me do it" Carol insisted, dying to take over from her sister.

Christine hesitated. "Well alright but remember, not too fast. Feel how hard it is now."

"Mmmm." Carol took his swollen penis in her hand yet easily managed to stretch her tiny fingers around it. Slowly and deliberately, her delicate little fingers continued to manipulate him just as her sister had instructed. "How's that?" she asked her sister, ignoring his gasps. She was learning quickly now, and with a level of expertise that belied her experience she suddenly slid the foreskin right back. He took a sharp intake of breath and Carol felt his penis throbbing, the blood pounding beneath her touch. She looked into his eyes and smiled. She knew she could do anything she wanted to him now. He was completely under her control and she was loving it. Peter moaned as she deftly pulled the foreskin back down the shaft stretching the skin tight before she started an upward stroke to bring the foreskin right over the tip of the glans. She squeezed the end before pushing the soft skin back down the shaft again. "Mmm, do you think he's ready now?" she giggled.

"Nearly" Christine replied. "Here, let me show you" she said, taking over again and picking up the pace. Peter was in heaven and dying for them to finish him off. But the two teenagers were oblivious to his needs and carried on chatting about the techniques of boy wanking, in a practical and quite detached manner.

"So how often do you need to do it?"

"Depends. Maybe five or six times a week. More, if you've got yourself a really horny guy."

"Do you do it for that new guy you're dating?"

"Of course."

"Five or six times a week?" Carol persisted.

"More like every day" Christine replied. "He's so horny, he's always trying it on."

"Jeez. Every day! So, what do you do if that doesn't… you know… satisfy them?"

"Well. Next stage, you pretend they've got an ice cream down here, and put it in your mouth" Christine laughed.

"Noooo! How gross! And after that….."

"Well, you have to let them shag you properly, but not too often or they get complacent."

"Are you gonna pretend he's got an ice cream?" she asked.

"Huh, you must be joking. I'm not even going to let him cum, it's far too messy. But you get the general idea" and she suddenly stopped her manipulation. He groaned as she removed her hand leaving him in limbo, then yanked his underwear back up, struggling to get his hard-on back inside his knickers.

Peter gasped, panting for breath in frustration.

"Bad boy! Look what a state you're in. We'll have to get your girlfriend to finish you off later won't we? Now then, let's continue with getting you ready shall we?" Deflated, he resigned himself to the next stage of his humiliation. At least he was used to the next item. It was a white satin camisole that Carol slid easily down over his chest. "You won't be needing a bra, your dress is a bit too young for that… maybe next time we'll have a big girl's dress for you and a pretty bra to go underneath eh?" she teased.

Christine had the petticoat all ready for him. "Listen to this" she said, shaking it out. It rustled beautifully. "We'll be able to hear wherever you are in this" she laughed. He looked at in dismay. "What's a matter? Don't you like the petticoat, sweetheart?" she asked. "There are six layers and God knows how many yards of silky material. Sylvia's even added a lining of super slippery satin so it won't feel scratchy against your legs. Wasn't that thoughtful of her?" she smiled, handing it to Carol.

"My goodness, all these pretty layers. Oh it's simply divine isn't it? There's no chance of any VPL under this little lot" she laughed, admiring the way it flared out. "And it'll also hide that nasty bulge at the front, won't it?"

She held the petticoat to his waist, prolonging the agony as Peter let out another deep sigh.

"OK, OK, I can see you're tired of waiting. Let's get you petticoated then." She held it open for him but once again, he couldn't bring himself to step into it voluntarily and once again she had to guide his feet. As she pulled it up his legs, he began to realise just how full it really was and the effect it was going to have on the dress. The slippery satin brushed over his legs as Carol pulled it tight around his waist and tied it behind with a big bow. "Ooh that's lovely" she cooed, fluffing out the layers and swishing it sensuously across his thighs.

His penis was reacting as he knew it would and he was at least grateful that the volume of the petticoat was hiding his shameful reaction. Ironically, the girls appeared to sense what was happening. Maybe it was the heavier breathing, his sweaty palms, or the glazed look in his eyes. Either that or they just guessed that he was experiencing all those unfamiliar, feminine, sensual feelings. "So, what's it like to be wearing such a gorgeous petticoat? Feeling nice and girlish are we? That's good. It's nice to see a boy who's not afraid to show his feminine side isn't it Christine? Like you said, I can't imagine any other guys letting us dress them up in girls' knickers and frilly petticoats."

Christine sniggered. "Well, none of my boyfriends would anyway. I like a guy who's a real man… a man who wants to get into my panties… not wear them" she added thoughtfully."

"So you haven't got Kevin into any of your stuff then" Carol laughed.

"Jesus, he'd kill me if I even hinted that he try a pair of my knickers" she replied, "let alone a petticoat. Oh my God what a thought!" she collapsed with laughter.

Peter felt such a sissy. He looked highly embarrassed and was such an adorable shade of red as they continued to fuss round him, making minor adjustments to the length of the petticoat and ensuring it played around his thighs as much as possible. It was making him squirm and they knew it.

"OK. Here comes number two" Carol informed him, holding another frothy creation of lace and frills.

Peter looked aghast. "What? Oh God, not another one. What the hell do I need another one for?" he asked in despair, breaking his silence.

The girls spluttered with laughter at his little outburst. "The first one was just a base petticoat, silly… to hold the skirt out and give the dress the right shape. This is the one that really counts though, the one that shows, and that everyone, and I really do mean everyone… is going to see. Every gust of wind, every little movement, whenever you walk up stairs or sit down… you'll be showing all these frilly layers of gorgeous lace under that dress. That's why it's so pretty, you idiot."

Peter looked shocked and shamed at the thought of people seeing him in such utterly girlish, frilly petticoats and he struggled to fight back the tears of embarrassment

"Listen, when a girl wears pretty lingerie, it's not just about making her feel good. Girls wear cute underwear to attract the boys, stupid. We all do it. You're so naïve about all this aren't you? Listen, when you find a guy you fancy, you make sure he gets a nice look up your skirt. Not too much mind, just enough to get him interested, then you simply reel him in. They're suckers for it, works every time! They just can't resist an eyeful of frothy lace under a skirt…. surely we don't have to explain that to YOU! Come on now be honest. Every time you see a pretty girl, I bet you look at her tits, then her ass, and then you're looking up her skirt, checking out her panties…. right?" He looked suitably embarrassed and looked away. "See!" she laughed. "You're all the same…. well, maybe you're a bit different. You're not content with just looking at a girl's knickers are you? You seem to want to wear them as well don't you" she mocked.

She turned her attention back to the petticoat. "Just, look at it, isn't it adorable" she said, holding it up for him to appreciate. "You'll have all the boys straining their pants when they see you in this" she laughed. "And rest assured they will see you in it too, I'm going to make damned sure of that" she added mischievously. "I know this really hot guy and I'm going to get you off with him at the reception." Peter looked aghast. "Mmm, just imagine all those soft frilly layers of chiffon and organza tickling your thighs as some good looking boy twirls you round, with everyone watching your petticoats flaring out to reveal those cute little knickers underneath."

He looked at the petticoat in horror. It was the epitome of girlishness. It consisted of alternating layers of pink and white fluffy nylon attached to a three inch wide band of pink ribbon at the waist. Around the hemline, there were lots of fluffy feminine girlie frills, white on the pink layers, and pink frills on the white layers. The edges of the frills were decorated with white satin ribbon and the whole thing was simply dripping in extravagant lace and tiny pink satin bows. His heart was pounding like crazy as they eased it over his head and let it float down over the silky chemise until it settled round his waist and foamed out over his hips. Once again, they tied it behind and teased out the layers until the whole ensemble was standing out from his waist at right angles, which pretty much reflected the state of his penis, thankfully well hidden underneath.

"Wake up sweetie" Christine laughed at his trance like state. "Dreaming of that nice boy I was telling you about?" she enquired with a smile. He winced as he returned to reality. "Yes I thought so" she teased, "bet you were enjoying the thought of him fighting his way through all those petticoats weren't you?"

"Shut up! I don't want a boyfriend and… and…. I don't even like boys" he exploded. "I'm going to be married in a few weeks."

"Ooooooh! Touchy aren't we" she teased. It's Debbie isn't it, that you're marrying. We'll have to make sure Debbie gets to see you in your pretty little dress then, won't we? She'll be amazed to see what a pretty bridesmaid you make. Maybe after that, she'll insist on you wearing a bridal gown to your wedding, hmmm?"

"Huh! That's shut him up" Carol laughed. "I guess he's ready for the dress now" she announced, and carefully slipped it from the hanger. The beautiful pink satin appeared to shimmer and glisten as she held it up and undid the satin buttons down the back. "Hands up sweetheart," she prompted. Reluctantly, he lifted his arms and they slipped his hands into the sleeves and pulled the dress down over his head and into place. "How sweet. See the way he obediently lifted his arms, just like a little girl being dressed by her mummy" she giggled. They quickly did up the buttons at the back and spread the skirt out horizontally over the froth of massed petticoats. Finally, Christine threaded the sash through the tiny loops and tied it tightly, cinching his waist with a large girlish bow at the back

The dress appeared to have finally taken all the fight out of him, as he just stood there fidgeting with his hands. Carol stood back to inspect him. "Oh, he looks adorable" she squealed. "Come and have a look" she said, taking his hand and leading him over to the mirror like a small child.

The petticoats rustled prettily with the frou-frou of the skirts, every step reminding him of his girlish state. He couldn't really believe what he was seeing. What had they done to him he thought, as the tears began to trickle down his face. Under the tears, a deep crimson blush crept over his flesh as the absurdity of the situation finally dawned on him. The tears stopped and his mouth felt dry, his heart beating like a steam train. Instinctively, he ran his hands over the gossamer like satin bodice, and the filmy chiffon overskirt that floated on the sea of froth below, until he reached the frilly hem.

"Oh my God!" he spluttered. It was his first bridesmaids dress, but it wasn't like any adult bridesmaids dress he'd ever seen. It was so frilly and girlish, and he was wearing it! He couldn't believe how ridiculous he looked… and at the same time, how excited he was! His entire nervous system was working overtime, tingling with pleasure. His head was spinning with so many conflicting emotions… embarrassment, shame, guilt, elation, excitement and arousal. But it was the feeling of arousal that was so overwhelming, throbbing through his veins like a river about to breach.

Whilst he was in a trance like state, they were busy behind him, fussing with his hair. "It's so long. Shall I pull it back in a ponytail?" Carol asked her sister.

"Here, let me do it" Christine replied.

He'd been so enthralled, he'd hardly noticed what they were up to. "Oh pretty, pretty" Carol clapped her hands with delight, as she watched her sister tie two pink satin ribbons around the bunches she'd created. "Oh the boys are going to be all over you" she giggled.

"Oh bloody hell!" he muttered, checking out the cute floppy bows in his hair. He'd been completely transformed, and only just in time, as Lucy and her friends walked back in.

"Oh, he's wearing his dress Auntie", Sophie shrieked. She danced around him, the skirts of her dress flaring, showing teasing glimpses of white foaming petticoats beneath. Peter tried to grab her as she spun round him pulling at his skirt, but all of a sudden she grabbed the hem and dived underneath. "Oooh, he's wearing them" she roared with laughter.

"Sophie… Sophie. Get out of there this instant" Lucy demanded. Peter was struggling in vain to get hold of her and the other girls were doubled up with laughter. His petticoats were all over the place, leaving them in no doubt whatsoever as to the frilliness of his underwear. Finally, Lucy managed to grab hold of the giggling little girl and Peter quickly pushed his skirts down.

"Mmm, cute panties", Tessa mocked him. "That's it, get your petticoats back into place, then I can have a go at getting your skirts up. That little frilly bottom is very tempting, it's giving me the hots" she giggled.

"I told you he looked too cute for a guy didn't I?" Lucy mused. "I can't wait to see him at the church, all dolled up. Once we've got a wig on him, and done his make-up, he'll be the cutest little bridesmaid… won't you sweetie? Hey, maybe I should invite Debbie along to the wedding, what do you think? Oh I'm sure she'd want to come if she knew you were going to be there… as one of the bridesmaids. She'd love to see you in your little dress, wouldn't she?" she said pinching his cheek.

"Yes, that's what we thought. Oh you've simply got to" Christine smiled.

He looked down at himself and realised he was even standing like a little girl now, with his sweaty hands clasped tightly in the folds of his shimmering skirt. The blood was rushing to his cheeks and he guessed he did look rather sweet and demure. "Oh what's a matter then? Don't you want us to make you into a pretty little girl for your fiancée?" His face flushed deep crimson at the thought of Debbie seeing him in that shameful frilly dress.

"Oh God is that the time?" Lucy said, checking her watch. "We'll have to drop Sophie off on the way or we'll be late. Right then Carol, will you take Sophie downstairs and get her into the car whilst you two… well you know what we discussed" she winked.

Without warning, Christine and Tessa grabbed his arms behind his back and secured his wrists with some velcro. "Hey, cut that out… stop struggling" Christine warned him.

"There, she's all done "Tessa laughed. "Our little cutie-pie is all ready to rock and roll" she said, standing behind him with her arms wrapped around his waist, pressing her tits into his back.

"Get off me" Peter demanded.

"Oh what's a matter sweetheart, not afraid of a little black girl are you?" With that, her free hand disappeared into the mass of lace under his skirts. He wriggled as she fought her way through the numerous layers. "Oooh, what have I found" she giggled.

"Tessa, what on earth are you doing under there?" Lucy giggled.

"She's trying to feel him up" Christine smiled. "You might have trouble finding it though" she laughed.

Under the cover of his pouffy dress, Tessa was exploring the frilled panties. She'd found the lacy elastic around the legs and her fingers slipped underneath. Once again Peter tried in vain to shake her off but she was inside the panties now and feeling his penis through the nylon pantyhose. "Girls, you won't believe what I've got in my hand right now…. ooooh yeah, this is a cute little sausage isn't it?" she laughed. "Hey, I can do anything I want up here, can't I? I guess this is what a guy feels like when he's got his hand up a girl's skirt" she said stroking him gently.

"Tessa, you'll have to stop that. Look at his eyes rolling, you'll have him doing it in a minute" Lucy sounded more serious.

"OK, OK" Tessa reluctantly agreed and let his skirts drop before releasing him. "I guess we need the gun loaded for the main event, eh?"

Peter looked up. "Look! What's happening? Where are you taking me" he asked with a nervous, almost pathetic voice, and wondering what she meant by 'the main event'.

"Just a little drive to a friend of mine to complete your transformation, and on the way we'll stop at Auntie Anne's to drop Sophie off. Don't you worry your pretty little head. By the end of the day, you'll know what it is to be a real little girl" Lucy told him. Before they left, his feet were pushed into a pair of pink satin ballet slippers with long pink ribbons that tied around his ankles and Lucy took some photos of their cute bridesmaid, to add to the growing collection.

Peter didn't like the sound of what was coming but he had no choice now. They bundled him into the back of her car with his hands firmly secured behind him. Lucy's friends sat either side whilst Sophie, who'd changed back into a T shirt and jeans, decided to sit on his lap. In fact she could have chosen anyone's lap but she wanted to see what it was like sitting on his mountain of petticoats. As they set off, she settled herself down facing the front, knees resting on the seat either side of him, with his skirts ballooning up in front of her. She was in a tricky mood though. She just couldn't resist it. Stretching forward, she grabbed the hem of his dress and a handful of petticoats. "Look at me" she giggled, humming the tune from the can-can and swishing the frothy layers from side to side. "Stop that" Lucy giggled, as she watched in the rear view mirror, though joining in with the tune.

Lucy's next little game involved falling forward onto the pile of springy petties, glancing behind and smiling at him, then slowly raising the hems until she could see up his skirts. "I can seeeee them… I can see your knickers" she giggled with a beaming face, and then carefully smoothed everything back into place. Peter was powerless to do anything to stop her, and when he looked at the other girls for help, they merely laughed at him and urged her on. Sophie couldn't stop giggling, and moments later she looked round at him again and repeated the charade. She kept it up for the entire journey, never tiring. It was a great game for a mischievous little girl and he was completely at her mercy.

Fortunately for Peter, it wasn't long before they reached Sophie's house where her mother was waiting outside with Sophie's eight year old brother. Sophie got out and one of the girls passed her the bridesmaids dress, carefully arranged within its clear plastic protector. Peter was glad to see the back of her but far from pleased by the welcoming party. Sophie's mother was in her late twenties, and wore a pale blue top and a short pleated skirt. Peter was surprised how young she looked considering she already had two children. "Look mum, he's in the back" Sophie announced. "He going to be a bridesmaid and he's wearing the same dress as mine."

"Nooooo."

"And he's wearing girl's knickers under the dress. They're pink" she added for clarification.

"And they're very frilly" Tessa reminded her.

"Yes they are. Lots of frills all over them" Sophie agreed.

"Really?" the young woman laughed and put her head through the window for a better look. "Hi there girls. Oh how pretty. He's a bit shy isn't he Lucy? Is he really going to be a bridesmaid then? Cute dress!" she laughed.

"I know people will think I'm mad but I SO want him to be there, and somehow it just seemed better that all the bridesmaids looked the same" she said, maintaining the charade.

Sophie's brother, Billie, was keen to see what all the fuss was about too. "Mum. I wanna see, let me see" the little boy demanded.

"Sssh Billie, be quiet while I'm talking."

"Well, he certainly makes a pretty bridesmaid doesn't he?" she smiled, looking him over. "I bet your Mummy would be so proud if she could see you right now," she teased, pinching his reddened cheek. "If I was your Mummy, I'd be buying you lots of pretty little dresses to show you off in."

"Mum…mum… lemme see… mum…" the little boy insisted, tugging at his mother's skirt. "Mum, can I see."

"Billy, will you stop that and be quiet… RIGHT NOW" she said in a firm voice.

Lucy then explained about Debbie. "Peter's engaged to this girl at work. I suppose I'll need to invite her to the wedding won't I, even if he feels a bit embarrassed about it."

"Oh well of course she'll have to come. My goodness, won't she be surprised to see her darling boyfriend in a pretty dress?"

"Mum. I wanna see. I wanna see that man in a dress. Let me see" Billy whined.

"Look I've told you" she warned him again. "One more word, and you're going to your room."

"Now then. I can never resist this" she giggled, almost apologetically. "There's something about little girls and frilly dresses" and she stuck her hand through the window and began to lift the hem of Peter's dress. He flinched and looked away. "Oooh look at those pretty petticoats, how gorgeous… now where are those knickers?" she teased, peeling back the layers.

"Mum…. is he really wearing girl's knickers….. mum…. let me see…." the little boy demanded, yanking his mother's skirt. Suddenly a button popped and there was the unmistakable sound of ripping material.

Her smiling face changed in an instant. She recoiled and grabbed her skirt to prevent it sliding down any further.

"Boy, are you in trouble now" Sophie told her brother with more than a hint of satisfaction.

"Er…. sorry Mum." Little Billie suddenly looked very sheepish.

"Right that's it" she fumed. "If you're so keen to see what a boy looks like in a bridesmaid's dress, I can arrange that for you right now. She picked him up like a sack of potatoes and hauled him kicking and screaming toward the house. "Sophie, take your bridesmaid dress and petticoats inside and find a nice pair of white tights for your brother. We'll need some of your shoes as well. He's going to get the works"

"Noooo" the little boy struggled, noticing the curtains being drawn in the neighbours houses as the whole street turned out to see and hear what all the fuss was about.

Sophie's eyes lit up. "And knickers?" Sophie added hopefully. "What about some girl's knickers?"

"Nooo, I'm sorry Mum, please…." Billie cried, struggling frantically.

"Yes of course sweetheart. Some nice pretty knickers."

"What about those pale blue ones…. with all the yukky frills and white lacy bits?"

"You mean the ones you refused to wear?" she laughed. "That's a bit mean, making your brother wear something you won't. Well, you choose sweetheart. Whichever ones you'd like to see your brother wearing… in fact, whichever pair you'd like to dress him in" she replied noting the look of horror on her son's face. Would you like to dress him up, Sophie. Make him look all pretty and girlish. Would you like that sweetheart?"

"Ooooh can I? Oh yes, he'd look really cute with all those frills under his petticoats" she yelled excitedly.

"Noooo, please Mum," Billie cried in shame, as their neighbours hung out of their windows, laughing at his predicament. The pleading, almost pitiful look in his frightened blue eyes would have melted most women's resolve, but his mother was all too used to his antics. "What's a matter Billie? Don't you want your sister to dress you up all nice and make you into a pretty girl? Surely you don't want me to do it, do you? Now then, once we've got you looking all sweet and angelic, we'll invite your little girlfriend from across the street, and Keith and Alan from next door, and maybe some of your friends from school."

Poor little Billie was in tears.

"Won't they be amazed to see what a well behaved and pretty little girl you are in your bridesmaid's dress… and Sophie can show them all your gorgeous, frilly little girl's underwear. Maybe Lucy will want another bridesmaid at her wedding…. now there's a thought" and she disappeared inside the house with poor Billy tucked under her arm, yelling and screaming in protest and his legs thrashing about.

Peter wasn't sorry to see them go and breathed a sigh of relief as Lucy drove them to the other side of town.  

    

Chapter 9: A very 'personal' trainer

Lucy parked the car outside her cousin's house. A hunky young man in a flimsy track suit opened the door and ushered them in. Peter was gutted. He recognised the man immediately. He and Debbie were trying to build up their fitness and had begun some training sessions. Ron was one of the personal fitness trainers at the local gym and had been assigned to them to oversee their progress.

"Well, well, this is a surprise" he smiled, surveying Peter in his ridiculously girlish dress, "fancy meeting you again…. and that's such a pretty dress you're wearing" he smirked.

"Do you know each other?" Tessa asked.

"I'm doing some fitness sessions with him and his girlfriend… the one with the big tits" Ron laughed. "My God, I bet she'd freak out if she saw him in that little lot" he said.

"OK, well you know why we're here?" Lucy checked.

"Sure I do. Like I said on the phone, anything to help" he laughed. "Just take him up to the bedroom, girls. I'll be there in a minute."

As they disappeared upstairs, Ron and Lucy had a brief chat. "You managed to get the dress I asked for and everything" he asked in a quiet voice.

"We had it all made specially."

"And the petticoats….."

"And the frilly petticoats" she smiled.

"Panties?" he queried.

"Yes, yes, and the frilly panties" she added with a smile. "Jesus, you like your frills, don't you Ron?" she laughed.

"Always have done. Can't explain it, they just do something for me."

Peter was pushed into a large room with a king size bed. The girls made a few sarcastic comments and Tessa tidied his make-up a little. "Now, you be a good little girl with that nice young man. Don't you be leading him on now" she told him. Peter's hands were still secured and he couldn't stop her feeling under his dress and grabbing his penis through the silky panties. "Nice looking young man isn't he?" and then she whispered in his ear "did you see the bulge in his track suit? You know what that is don't you sweetie?" and she squeezed his penis as if to emphasise the question. "That's a REAL man's cock isn't it? I prefer a nice black guy myself but he's got a good body, I'll give him that. I wouldn't say no to a length anyway… how 'bout you pretty boy?" she laughed.

"Take your hands off me you cow" he demanded.

She was undaunted, running her hand up and down his penis. "Oh yeah, he's gonna mount that cute little girlie ass of yours, and show you what it's for" she burst out laughing. By now, she was vigorously stroking his rock hard penis up and down. "Oh yes, you're definitely getting interested, you're getting nice and hard down here aren't you?" she laughed, removing her hand and straightening the skirt.

"You be good now Peter and don't do anything we wouldn't. Any problems, just yell out."

"Yeah, we'll be listening right outside the door" they laughed. He was suddenly alone and afraid, trembling at the thought of what lay ahead.

After a few moments, Ron walked in with a big smile on his face. Peter looked away in embarrassment and shame. "Yeah, I remember you alright. You and your girlfriend… Debbie isn't it?" He especially remembered the young girl. She had the most amazing tits he'd ever seen and he'd found it difficult to keep his eyes off them, the way they moved around inside her tight fitting little vest. Yes she was some girl, yet… he also remembered thinking how cute her boyfriend was. Slim figure, long blond hair and a soft featured face combined to give him a nice feminine look... just the way he liked them… and with a 'feminine looking boy' inside a 'pretty dress'… he just couldn't resist. It was no hardship at all, doing this favour for his cousin, Lucy. Yes, he was going to enjoy extending this young man's personal training to a new and extremely personal level.

"Look, you don't understand. I'm being blackmailed.... by Lucy and her friends at work" Peter finally broke the silence. "You don't need to get involved in this. In fact, if you just untie me I'll forget I ever saw you today. There could even be a nice little reward in it for you" he suggested.

"Really?" Ron laughed. "Oh I intend to be amply rewarded but not in any way you have in mind. I'm going to let you have an intimate and very personal training session and after today, you won't be able to get me out of your sweet little head. Now shut the fuck up or I'll be telling your girlfriend what a pretty little girl you are when you're all dressed up" he threatened and tied a stocking round his head to gag him. "Maybe she knows all about your little dressing up fetish huh?…. No?… No, I thought not. OK, let's get you all comfortable shall we."

Ron pushed him roughly back onto the bed causing his petticoats to balloon up in a sea of pink and white frills. Peter struggled, but with his arms secured behind his back it was easy for Ron to hold him down. At the same time, his hand was working its way up inside Peter's skirt, teasing the inside of his nyloned thighs. Peter was beginning to understand just how it felt, to be a vulnerable girl at the mercy of a strong and sexually charged male. The hand was tickling the inside of his thighs. He was being groped, like some teenage girl with a randy boyfriend on top of her. He kicked his legs, about the only thing he could do to put up any resistance as Ron continued to feel him up.

"Now now, there's no need to act the little virgin" Ron laughed. "I bet you've had fantasies about something like this for ages…. but probably never had the balls to admit it." Peter was sweating profusely as he continued to struggle, moaning softly into the nylon gag.

"Mmm, nice" Ron commented, sweeping the short satin skirt and many layers of petticoats back onto Peter's chest in a big pile. "Yes, very nice" he muttered, as a pair of shapely, nylon clad thighs were exposed, followed by the sight of lace, frills, and yet more frills. He broke into a broad smile. "Wow, just look at you in those panties" he laughed. "They really got you all prettied up didn't they?"

His powerful hand brushed across the front of the panties, exploring, teasing and then unashamedly feeling the goods inside. Peter tensed up as the young man blatantly felt him up. Strong fingers traced the length of his penis, squeezing gently as they reached the tip. Peter looked away and tried to think of something else, anything to avoid any sign of a response.

Ron revelled in the tension he was creating. "Let's have a little look shall we" and his hand dipped inside the waistband and slid the girlish knickers down to the top of Peter's thighs. "Oh yes, nice pantyhose." They were completely sheer, and the gossamer thin nylon hugged every contour of his boyish equipment. He liked that. Most girls wore tights with sheer legs but pant sections that hid the interesting bits. These were much more sexy and Peter's swollen penis looked really cute, all curled up inside. He gently touched the plump sausage and smiled when it twitched and began to stiffen. "Oh it's definitely interested in coming out to play isn't it?" he teased. Peter concentrated his thoughts on things at work to take his mind off what was happening and prevent any sexy thoughts travelling south. It was a ploy that should have worked, but today his penis had a mind of its own and Ron was encouraged by the response. He wrapped his hand around the boy sized equipment and began by gently rubbing it through the filmy nylon. Peter looked up at him, wide eyed and frightened. He was still struggling as his cock began to show his true feelings. It was imprisoned within Ron's fist. He was pulling up and down on it as if he were milking a cow.

Leaning over, he whispered in Peter's ear "relax pretty boy, you're as tight as a bow aren't you? I can feel how frustrated you are. When was the last time you had it…. mmmm? Is she keeping you short… saving herself for the wedding eh? I bet she just wanks you off instead, doesn't she? Yeah, and I bet she's nowhere near as good as me. I'm gonna give you the best fucking hand job you've ever had. Then if you're a good girl, I'll let you feel the length of my cock up that tight little pussy of yours. Bet that sounds good" he laughed as a bead of sweat ran down Peter's brow and he mumbled into the gag whilst shaking his head. "And don't give me any of that shit about your girlfriend, or fiancée, or whatever. I saw you at the gym… staring…. both of you…. ogling my crotch. Neither of you could keep your mind off my cock could you. She'd be real sick if she knew you were going to get it first though wouldn't she, pretty boy! Now, you just lie back and enjoy it like a good girl."

Ron quickly yanked the frilly panties right off but left the pantyhose shackled round Peter's ankles leaving him totally exposed, whilst making any more resistance completely futile. Peter struggled as best he could and tried to yell into the gag as Ron worked his little penis with his powerful, bare hands. He was intrigued by its size. "You won't do her much damage with this" he laughed, "in fact she probably won't even feel it after I've been inside her." Peter looked up in horror. "That's right pretty boy, she's next for a good seeing to" he quipped. By this time, Peter was fully erect and close to a climax but every time he reached the point of no return, Ron gripped him tightly until the moment passed. He was an expert in prolonging the agony. Peter was overcome with frustration but was told he'd have to wait. "When you're good and ready you'll be begging for my cock up your ass. Then, if you take it like a good girl, I'll maybe let you cum, OK?" Peter squirmed and mumbled some more into the gag. Ron laughed, "yes I know baby, I can see you're gagging for it."

He then pulled his track suit bottoms off. Peter looked up at the virile young man's erect cock and plump hairy balls hovering above his naked loins. It was a view that most girls savoured immediately before their boyfriends mounted them, and Ron was determined to make sure Peter had a good long look at what was coming his way. Peter shivered at the size of the man's cock, it looked huge in comparison to his own pathetic specimen. He was muttering and shaking his head violently at the thought of the damage it could do.

"Can't wait can you sissy? Don't worry, not long now." Ron pushed Peter's thighs hard back against his chest, forced his knees apart and pushed down on his legs. Peter's bottom lifted at least six inches off the bed, leaving him perfectly positioned to be mounted by Ron's turgid cock. Nevertheless, he still splayed Peter's legs a little further apart, until his male vagina was forced to open. Carefully placing his stiff truncheon, he pushed hard, his cock now teasing the poor boy's tightly clenched rosette. Ron sensed his nervous resistance and tried to take his mind off it. "Hey, did I ever tell you, your girlfriend has fantastic titties? Jeez they're big aren't they. She's one hot chick. You know what, I often imagine her squeezing them together like a sandwich, with my cock as the filling. Oh yeah, I can just see me fucking those double deckers" he roared. Peter grimaced at the thought and Ron felt his guard drop momentarily. It was all he needed. "That's it sissy, in we go now" and he gently pushed forward. "You see, you know you want it really" and he pushed a little harder, penetrating the virgin hole for the first time.

Peter clenched his buttocks in defence and thrashed around, refusing to lie still despite the fact he was pinned down beneath Ron's large frame. "Shit you're tight, I love a tight pussy" he laughed. Ron's cock made little progress until he reached down and continued the slow wanking of his captive. That was all it needed for Peter to relax and as he did so, Ron was able to ease inside a little further. He loved the way that Peter's ass muscles fiercely gripped his manhood, it was just like fucking a reluctant little virgin girl. He took it slowly, feeding him an inch at a time then pausing. He wanted the young boy to know how it felt as his ass slowly and reluctantly accepted the full length of his cock. Peter whimpered with every move, almost willing him to get on and get it over with. "Nearly there sissy, just a little more…. oooh there you are" and he forced his cock home with his balls flattened against his girlish buttocks. Peter let out a muffled yell into the gag.

"Ahh... that's better. How does it feel to have a good sized cock filling you sissyboy? Your girlfriend would be dead jealous, seeing that she has to make do with that little worm between your legs. You'll be able to tell her all about your first time and how you enjoyed losing your cherry, won't you" he laughed. "Remember to tell her I'll be doing her very soon, and don't forget to tell her she won't be disappointed by my big cock. I want her creaming her panties at the thought of what's coming, you understand?" Peter looked up at him with hope, as Ron withdrew his cock as far as the entrance to his sissy ass. "Oh don't panic, we haven't even started yet" he smiled. Peter just had time to see the monster of a cock hovering as if waiting to pounce before Ron thrust forward and began to pump in and out, in and out, in long, hard, unforgiving strokes. Only when Ron was close to his own climax did he increase the speed of his fist working up and down Peter's cock. It took just three or four more strokes before Peter erupted, spurting all over the frothy petticoats. "You see, I told you, you'd enjoy it sissy and now you're going to feel me cum inside you…. that's right, it's baby making time" he chuckled. After a few more thrusts, Ron stiffened up and jettisoned a full load of cum deep inside the boy. Peter felt the hot sperm flooding inside him with no means of escape. It was a sensation that most girls craved and now he knew for himself, exactly what it felt like to be impregnated by a strong and forceful young man.

Ron left his cock buried to the hilt in Peter's ass. "Enjoy this moment sissy. All girls love to relax and unwind after a good fuck, with their man's cock gently throbbing inside them. It means that none of the sperm can escape. It's alive and kicking, swimming deeper inside, doing its best to give you that cute little bouncing baby you've always dreamed of" he laughed. "What would you like… boy or a girl?" Peter began to thrash about once more but he couldn't dislodge Ron's powerful frame, nor his cock, still firmly plugging his bottom. "You know I'm feeling so randy, I reckon I could do you again in a minute. Maybe I'll just leave it in till I'm all nice and hard again and we can start all over. How does that sound sissyboy?"

Ron laughed and let the poor boy sweat on the thought for a few minutes, before climbing off and shouting downstairs where the girls were patiently waiting. Through the paper thin walls, they'd overheard practically everything. Lucy was first back into the room with a silly grin on her face. "Look at him, look at the expression on his face. You can always tell when a girl's had a good seeing-to. Now you're really one of the girls aren't you" she laughed. "We'll going to have to watch you in future. None of our boyfriends are going to be safe with you around" she laughed. They bundled him back into the car and took him back to Lucy's house where they allowed him to change back into his own clothes before letting him go home.

    

Chapter 10: Double trouble at the gym

Later that week, Peter and Debbie had another session at the gym after work. Peter was dreading it and tried to find an excuse but Debbie wasn't having any of it. As they waited for Ron to finish his earlier class, Peter began to fidget and pace up and down. "What on earth's the matter with you" Debbie complained. "You haven't stopped shuffling around since we arrived."

"I don't feel very well" he replied "and anyway, I don't know why we've got to continue with these stupid sessions, they're a complete waste of time."

"Well we are, so get used to it" she slapped him down.

The moment Ron appeared, Peter flushed beetroot red. "How are you both doing?" he greeted them. "Come on in, I've worked out some new exercises for you today." Ron followed them into the gym and planted his hand firmly on Peter's bottom. Peter flinched, glanced behind him, and with a red face pushed the hand away.

Whilst Peter worked out at the other end of the gym, Debbie had a quiet word with Ron about her fiancée. "He needs a bit of help and I don't know if there's anything you can do" she said, looking embarrassed.

"I'll try. What seems to be the problem?"

"Well… he's having a bit of difficulty… um… when it comes to bedtime… if you know what I mean" she giggled nervously, turning bright red.

"You mean he's not getting it up?" he retorted. "Sorry, didn't mean to be crude. Well it does happen, but that's a real shame Debbie. Pretty young girl like yourself being kept short. If I was your boyfriend, I'd be tearing your panties off at every opportunity" he said smugly. Debbie was shocked and embarrassed and looked away as Ron put a comforting arm around her shoulder. "Poor kid, you must be getting frustrated. At your age a girl should be getting a good going-over at least twice a day. Anyway, I'm glad you told me, and you mustn't worry yourself. I'm sure there's something I can do for him, but it sounds like you're needing a little help yourself. Long nights with no sex adds up to lots of stress and pent up feelings doesn't it? Yes, very unhealthy for a young lady but I think I may be able to help relieve some of that " he smiled, trying to comfort her.

Debbie's face was crimson and she wished she'd kept her mouth shut. "Well, as I said, if there's anything you can think of, I'd be grateful. I think I'd like to get on with my exercises now" she said in a matter of fact voice, sensing that Ron was getting far too familiar. She told him that she wanted to concentrate on firming up her bust and her tummy muscles.

"OK" he replied and released her from his grasp. "I've got something new for you to try." He explained what she had to do and quickly had her kneeling down, pushing a wheel like contraption back and forth along the floor.

She made a pretty sight, the movement of her nicely rounded bottom, and her heavy breasts in the clingy T shirt dragging along the floor. "Can you feel the tightness around your breasts, and the way it pulls on your stomach Debbie? You should also start to feel something down here as well" and he placed his hand gently on her bottom. "Here let me show you" and this time he grabbed the cheek of her bottom and gave her a firm push.

"Oh" she squealed with a giggle, innocently enjoying his playful touch. She looked up and saw that Peter was pre-occupied and unlikely to be able to see what was going on.

"Come on Debbie, you've got to put a lot more into it" Ron demanded. Push forward as far as you can… good girl… then all the way back… bottom up nice and high… that's it" he said and took his hand away to watch her pert bottom rising and falling in front of him.

Debbie was a bit of a couch potato and had never been interested in aerobics or any form of exercise. Consequently, that evening she was wearing a pink T-shirt and a pleated white tennis skirt, last worn at secondary school, and briefly modelled for Peter's sake the other day. Ron observed the fine pencil pleats of the skirt stretching to accommodate her straining bottom, and every time she pulled back, it rode up to reveal a pair of frilly white tennis knickers underneath. She knew the tiny skirt would be riding up to display her bottom and she suddenly wished she'd worn something other than those very girlish panties. Kneeling behind her, he must have had a great view!

Ron was indeed enjoying the sight of her cute rounded bottom, resplendent in its lacy frills and his cock was responding accordingly. "That's it Debbie, get that bottom up nice and high for me…keep it up… nice long thrusts now" and this time, he placed his hand right under the skirt with his palm planted firmly on the nylon frills. She gasped and paused for a moment, wondering whether to complain about his familiarity. But she said nothing, enjoying his attention, and also his firm, manly touch.

Feeling more confident, he slid his hand across her bottom as she moved back and forth, exploring her firm young buttocks through the rows of exquisite soft lace adorning her pretty panties. Debbie could feel his strong hand groping her… but it felt good and it was sending little goose bumps from the top of her neck to the base of her spine. Ron smiled and carefully slipped a finger inside the elastic leg of the panty. She gasped and took a deep breath, but still there was no objection.

"Knees a little further apart" he encouraged, as she paused to get her breath. Obligingly, she parted her thighs for him. "Good girl, that's much better. Let's carry on now, shall we?"

She resumed the exercise, becoming more and more breathless... but he knew it wasn't simply the effort she was putting in. She was getting hot! "Oooh… what are you DOING?" she whispered in a giggly voice. Ron found what he was searching for. She was already nice and wet and with her legs conveniently spread, his finger slipped easily into her sex.

"Ooh you beast! Stop that IMMEDIATELY" she complained. "I'm getting married for God's sake, I'm going to be a bride!"

"Just keep sliding back and forth" Ron smiled, ignoring her half-hearted protests and enjoying the intimacy of her gorgeous warm honeypot.

"Oooh… oh my God" she whispered under her breath as she slowly pushed back, forcing his finger deep into her vagina, right up to the knuckle. "Oooh…" she moaned.

Peter looked across at his beloved fiancée. He could only see her face, looking unsurprisingly strained... and Ron's... staring back at him with a wicked smile. No doubt he could see right up her skirt from that position. 'Dirty sod', Peter thought. "How's it going darling? Are you starting to feel some benefit" he yelled.

Debbie was working herself back and forth. "Mmm it's better than I thought, darling. I'm really getting into it" she giggled. "oooh… such a warm penetrating feeling… ooh yesss… it's really working on the bits that… oooh… have been neglected… oooh, yesss."

Her soaking wet pussy was sliding back and forth on the young man's fingers. He'd started with one but now had three thick long fingers probing deep inside her. The slurping noise seemed deafening but across the other side of the gym, Peter couldn't hear a thing. Ron just let her do all the work. She was sliding up and down on him for all she was worth. What Peter did hear moments later was the sound of his young fiancée yelling out as she reached a shattering climax. Peter looked up. She pretended it was the exertion as she groaned and gasped for breath. "I think I went a little too far that time" she smiled with a flushed face.

As she relaxed and went to get up, Ron began working her sticky panties down. "Hey, what are you doing?" she hissed, but they were already half off.

"I've got plans for these" he smiled. "Get up slowly and I'll slip them off. If you're careful, he'll never even notice. If not, he'll think you're taking your panties off for my benefit." She had little choice, and as she stood up, she neatly stepped out of the panties and he stuffed them in his pocket like some kind of trophy. He stood up and glanced down at her breasts, smiling. There were two dirty marks on her T-shirt outlining her breasts, where they'd unavoidably dragged along the floor. "Next time sweetheart, you can try the real thing. You'll find ten inches far more satisfying" he added with a wicked laugh.

"Ooh, you…you….." she looked furious at his conceited attitude.

Peter looked up as she headed off to the changing rooms, red faced and nervously tugging at the hem of her short skirt. She told him she'd had it, which of course was no lie, and was going for a shower.

Ron walked across to where Peter was working out with a machine to build up his abdominal muscles. He looked as if he was simulating a sexual thrusting action. "Don't stop, come on put some real effort into it" Ron shouted and sniffed his fingers with a satisfied smile. Then without warning, he held his large frame against Peter's back, slipped his hand deep inside the front of Peter's elasticated shorts and wrapped his hands around the young man's penis. Peter seized up, looking shocked. "Go on, keep it going boy" he told him. "Pretend you're humping your fiancée… if you can remember what that's like, sissy. Man, she's really hot… too hot for a pussy like you" he laughed, working the boyish penis into an erection. "You know she fancies me" he goaded the young man as he worked up and down his length. "I can see it in her eyes, and the way she keeps looking at my crotch. You'd better not be keeping her short. Girls like that need plenty of cock and she won't be able to resist mine for much longer." Peter glared at the young man but couldn't stop himself from picking up the rhythm again and with every thrust, his manhood burrowed ever deeper into the clenched fist.

A smile began to spread over Ron's face. He used his free hand to remove Debbie's panties from his pocket. Peter didn't notice his girlfriend's lacy panties being slipped into his shorts but he was soon aware of something soft and silky being wrapped around his penis. It felt good. Ron was stroking the nylon frills up and down his rock hard length and Peter was near to the point of no return. He wasn't sure if he was fucking or being fucked but he didn't care any more and within a minute or so, he'd creamed into Debbie's frilly panties and collapsed in a heap.

Ron looked down at him with a smug look. He'd made them both cum within a few minutes of each other. "Look at you. She can do a lot better than you sissy. Know what, I'm going to fuck her anyway. She deserves to feel a real man inside her. I can just see her with that little skirt round her waist, and my cock stroking in and out of her sweet pussy. Wonder which of you has the sweetest pussy.... mmm I wonder? You never know, she might even be interested in a threesome, wouldn't that be fun, watching her riding up and down on my cock? Bet you'd enjoy watching her being taken by a real man, eh? You might even learn something. Then she could watch you take it up the ass like the little girl that you are, the way you did the other day… what do you think?"

Peter was so upset he literally ran to the changing room, hoping he could make it to the showers before anyone saw the state he was in. He could just hear Ron's voice as he disappeared.... "You can keep the panties, but you'd better not ask Debbie about them or you'll have to explain how you got them all sticky" he laughed. With his mission accomplished, he went off to ring Lucy and give her the news.

   

Chapter 11: More trouble at the office

Next day, Vicky picked up the phone and rang Debbie's extension. "Hi, I've just had a call from the Marketing Director. He says he needs to go through some figures and asked for Peter to go see him straight away."

"Well, Peter's in a meeting right now."

"I know, I told him that but he said it was urgent and for you to go instead."

"But I don't really know the accounts like Peter."

"Well he was very insistent. I think you'd better go" she said, smiling to herself.

Debbie felt very uncomfortable. Apart from having a poor grasp of the company finances, David King's reputation with the ladies was well known, and she felt very uneasy about being on her own with him. She had a quick word with Jan, then reluctantly headed off toward the Executive Suite and his office. His secretary told her to go on in. She knocked gently.

"Yes. Come in. Oh thanks for coming so promptly Debbie, I want to show you something. I think I've found a problem with the way last month's sales figures have shown up in the accounts." He then called through to his secretary. "No interruptions please, Sue. We'll be about twenty minutes."

He beckoned Debbie over to his desk where he was studying a computer printout. "Look at the figures for this month and then the cumulative against last year, it doesn't look right does it?"

She moved to his side of the desk and leant over for a better look. David immediately caught sight of her white lacy bra down the front of her blouse. It barely contained her large hanging breasts and emphasised the vast chasm between them. She was struggling to read the printout and his scrawny handwriting, and leaned further over the desk, her breasts swinging gently with the slightest movement. David would have given anything to liberate those gorgeous tits. He savoured the view for a moment then sat back in his chair to look at her shapely bottom and the figure hugging skirt she was wearing.

"Yes. It looks a bit odd" she agreed. She was bending right over now. Sliding down, he could just see up the back of her short skirt, revealing slender thighs encased in sheer nylon pantyhose. She was also showing the lacy hem of a white slip. Sliding a little further, he could almost see her panties…. almost.

"Um, I think I'll have to take this away and discuss it with Peter" she conceded, suddenly realising that her skirt had ridden up and with the way he was slumped in his chair, he was probably getting a good view up her legs. Looking embarrassed she said "I'll get back to you later if that's OK."

"That'll be fine" he replied. "By the way, I was meaning to ask you a favour… but… well, I feel a little embarrassed" he smiled.

"Go ahead, what is it" she smiled back.

"Well, I'm taking an important client to dinner tonight. I'm hoping he's going to sign a new deal that will guarantee a huge number of rooms at our hotels next year. The thing is, he's the type who likes to think we're falling over backwards for him and it would really help to have someone from Finance there."

"Oh, I don't know if Peter's available but I can find out."

"No, it wasn't Peter I wanted really. I don't want you to take this the wrong way but I just know this guy will be easier to deal with tonight if there's a female present, and don't worry, I'll cover any awkward financial questions."

Debbie was reluctant but felt under pressure. "Um, well I'm not sure. I'm supposed to be meeting up with Peter later on."

"I promise I'll have you home by 9pm at the latest, and the experience would do your career a power of good" he winked. "I can see you have management potential."

"Um, well I guess that would be OK as long as I'm not back too late."

"Good. I'll meet you at the restaurant at 6.30 then, here's the address and wear something… interesting" he smiled

Downstairs, Jan was in floods of tears as Sylvia tried to calm her down. "What is it Jan?" she asked putting a comforting arm around her.

"It's that cow. Do you know what she's been up to now? She's had me trailing round the shops all morning just to buy sodding underwear for her" Jan screamed and pulled a pair of tiny panties from the package she was holding.

"What on earth…." Sylvia looked puzzled.

"She said she was staying over at Peter's place tonight and told me to go out and get her some panties…. something sexy to wear in bed… the bitch!"

"But why on earth did she ask you?"

"She said I'd know what he liked…. fucking cow…. I can't stand this much longer Sylvia" she sobbed.

"It's OK. Sssh, don't cry" she soothed. "I've got an idea" she said with a glint in her eye. "Follow me, and bring the panties."

On the way to Peter's office, she collected a few more of the girls and they stormed in. Peter was on the phone but cut the call short. "What's going on" he demanded.

"It's that bloody girlfriend of yours. Do you know she's even got Jan shopping for her underwear now. Look" she yelled, pulling the lacy panties from the bag that Jan was carrying. "You're gonna have to get that bitch sorted out before we strangle her" she shouted, shaking her fist and waving the intimate scrap of lace at him.

"Oh come on, don't get it out of proportion" he laughed. "They're just panties, rather sexy actually" he quipped. "You've always had good taste in underwear, Jan" he teased.

"Oh yeah. Well if you like them so much you can bloody well wear them for the rest of the day and give them to her yourself" she shouted, throwing them in his face. "We'll let her know you're keeping them warm for her" Jan smiled.

"What!" he exclaimed, the smile quickly disappearing from his face. "Oh no, I don't think so."

"Oh yes. WE do, don't we girls." Sylvia stood by the door, holding the handle. "I'll watch the door while you put them on. Otherwise, we'll do it for you, and if someone happens to come in while we're dressing you.... well too bad! Either that, or I'm taking that letter and the photos to Personnel, RIGHT NOW."

Peter knew they meant it. Worse still, they'd brought Sandie, the new girl along. Even she looked embarrassed. Mind you, she was only sixteen, so it wasn't surprising.

"COME ON. We're not waiting any longer" Sylvia threatened.

Reluctantly, and in front of the girls, he unzipped his trousers and very slowly slipped them off. His face was bright red. He knew what he was revealing…. and in front of the new girl too.

"How sweet. What a good boy he is. He's wearing his panties, the pretty lavender ones, just like he's supposed to. Now you can take them off and put these on instead" Sylvia instructed.

He thought about it for a moment, sighed, then with his back to them, he slid them off and reached out for the new ones. By now, Sandie was holding them for him, smiling. He went to take them from her but she teasingly snatched them back. "Let me help you" she offered, and dropped down to hold them at his ankles.

"I don't need any help, thank you" he said dismissively.

"Now, now Peter. That's no way to treat a new member of staff is it?

She was looking up at him, smiling, holding the waistband open. Reluctantly, he quickly stepped in and she slipped them up his legs.

"I can't believe I'm doing this" she laughed, shaking her head. "Fancy dressing the boss in panties in your first week" she squealed. Peter's face burned up as he felt her working them up his thighs. It seemed more than a coincidence they were his favourite style, tiny g-string panties in pale pink with a daringly thin strip of lace at the back and a triangle of flowery embroidered nylon at the front. She was giggling as she tried to stretch them over his private parts and they barely concealed his manhood.

"Very nice, very nice indeed. Look how they separate his girlish buttocks" Jan teased, giving his bottom a hearty slap.

Vicky stood in front of him with a big smile "Oh they look real cute on him don't they girls? Now if I were you Peter, I'd be very careful. When you give them to her this evening, she's bound to have a good look and the merest hint of any boyish stains or nasty smells and she'll guess what you've been up to won't she? If I were you I'd hold back on any..... toilet activity, this afternoon" she laughed.

He quickly pulled his trousers back on, and they took the lavender panties away. "You won't be needing these now you've got Debbie's on. You'll just have to hope she doesn't ask you for them before you get home and change."

"She won't do that though, will she?" Vicky smiled.

"Depends on whether anyone tells her that he's looking after them" Jan replied. They left him with that thought and piled out of his office.

Peter sat glumly with the panties cutting into his ass, wondering what he was going to do. The phone rang. It was the recruitment agency again. They were always calling to see if he needed any staff. He took the opportunity to sound them out for potential jobs for himself and was disappointed but not particularly surprised to hear that the market was completely dead. "We've got so may finance people on our books at the moment. Some of them have been out of work nearly a year now. If I was you I'd stay put" the girl informed him. He thought as much but at least that confirmed it. Leaving, wasn't an option. Somehow, he'd just have to sort things out

Debbie watched with suspicion as the girls filed out of her fiancée's office, whispering and giggling. She called Jan over and asked what they were up to. "Oh, we were just asking about the new holiday rota arrangements" she replied casually.

"I see. Oh, did you get my panties at lunchtime like I asked?"

"Oh yeah. I left the bag in Peter's office for you. I think he's looking forward to seeing you in them tonight" she winked.

"Really. Well, don't just stand there. You've got a stack of work on your desk. That's what happens when you leave the office at lunchtime. You'd better work through you lunch break for the next few days to make up the time, and she walked off leaving Jan speechless and deflated.

Debbie was a little suspicious that Jan was acting so nice about it all but she left it at that. She had to leave early to get changed and then get herself over to the restaurant to meet David. She popped into Peter's office for a moment. "Um, I've got to run an errand for David Shepherd so I'm leaving early, Peter. I'll see you later at your place, oh and can you bring the panties that Jan left for me? They are here aren't they, she said glancing around. I don't see them."

"Er… yes. I've got them safely filed in my desk" he muttered.

"OK then. See you later."

She arrived at the restaurant bang on time and found David waiting for her at the table. He flashed her a smile as she walked over. She'd taken note of his suggestion and was wearing a short black dress that showed off her legs and cleavage, elegant but sexy. "Has your client arrived" she enquired.

"Bit of a problem" he lied. "He's just phoned to say he's been held up and can't make it. I'm afraid it's a wasted trip for you. Still, now you're here, the least I can do is buy you dinner."

The meal was excellent and after a few glasses of expensive wine, Debbie had relaxed sufficiently to agree to David giving her a lift over to Peter's place. She was impressed with his car, a sleek black sporty model that he drove predictably fast. Flash… just like him. They were outside the apartment in less than ten minutes.

The car was very low on the ground and as he held the door open for her, he couldn't help looking down the top of her dress at her wonderful breasts. He watched intently as she struggled to manoeuvre her long legs round onto the pavement in a ladylike manner, his cock swelling up with the sight of her nylon covered thighs. She looked up, annoyed. "Well? Are you going to help me… or are you just going to stand there and stare up my skirt?"

"Oh I'm sorry, I was miles away" he looked embarrassed. "You look really stunning tonight Debbie, you know that. And I want to apologise again for dragging you out for nothing." Once again, he couldn't resist looking up her skirt to get a glimpse of her panties as he pulled her to her feet. He took the opportunity to put his arm around her waist and hold her close…. or as close as her chest would allow. "You're so beautiful… and I've been dying to kiss you for weeks. God, I think I'm falling in love with you, how crazy is that?" She blushed and looked embarrassed. He'd plied her with wine and it had done its job. Her moist warm lips were ready and waiting and he smothered them in a long lingering kiss, gently forcing her mouth open for him to invade.

She could feel herself melting in his arms as he drove his tongue hard into her mouth. Her eyes closed and she moaned softly as he explored the delights of her shapely bottom with one hand and those amazing breasts with the other. He was caressing, and probing…. and his erection was digging into her tummy. She was really turned on, but managed to pull away just in time. She didn't trust him… and she didn't trust herself either, especially after a glass or two of wine! Breathless and nervous, she subconsciously tugged at the hem of her dress. "Please, I'm engaged" she reminded him, looking flustered "and what about your wife?"

"My wife? She and I no longer have a… a physical relationship. You're a beautiful girl Debbie and you can see… and feel the effect you're having on me" and he pulled her hand to the huge bulge in the front of his trousers. She was shocked, he was so big. "Why fight it Debbie? You know I'm going to have you don't you? It's just a matter of time. Feel it. It's all pumped up for you, desperate to explore your sweet little pussy.

"Jesus!" Debbie panicked and pulled her hand away from his large member. "Look David, dinner was great and I've had a lovely evening but Peter will wonder what's happened. I really must go" and she began to climb the stairs up to the apartment.

Disappointed, David watched her every step. Her skirt was gradually revealing more and more of those long shapely legs despite the fact that she was modestly holding the hem of her skirt down at the back with both hands. He shook his head and smiled, she was such a prude. Then, as if to prove him wrong, she reached the landing and stooped down to adjust her stiletto, giving him an unobstructed view of her sexy bottom and delightful little red satin panties. She glanced over her shoulder at him and smiled. "You don't think my bottom looks too big in red do you?" she pouted.

He laughed, and revised his earlier assessment of her. She wasn't really a prude, just a little prick tease. She straightened up, then waited a few seconds before slowly working the hem of her dress down over her panties again. "Remember to drive safely… and you'd better do something about that big thing down the front of your pants. You'll never squeeze behind the wheel with that monster in the way" she giggled.

David smiled and watched her disappear round the corner. She was one hell of a girl and no doubt a tough one to crack, but he wasn't giving up that easily. He was more determined than ever to get into her panties, and as with all things in life, he set himself a target. He would give her at least one good seeing-to before her wedding, and he'd try damned hard to get her transferred to his own department where he could get to know her more intimately.

As each day passed, Peter was finding things at work, increasingly difficult. Every day a couple of the girls would appear in his office to check he was wearing the correct lingerie. It was like a game to them and they appeared to take it in turns to humiliate him. Just about everyone in his department seemed to know what they were up to. The following day was another example of what he had to put up with. He'd stopped by Henry's desk to ask about something he was working on. He'd only been with the company three months and even Peter was surprised at the racy stories circulating among the girls. He recalled Debbie's comment that he had at least two girlfriends in tow, and the look of disappointment on her face as she said it. He certainly was a good looking young man. He liked to work out and wasn't ashamed to show off his nicely toned body. Peter took a quick, furtive glance below his belt. My God! He must have been hung like a horse. Even through his trousers, he could see the outline of his truncheon hanging down one thigh. It was impressive, not just the length but the fullness of it!

Peter felt uncomfortable standing next to him that morning, particularly as Henry had noticed him staring and was now doing the same, looking down at Peter's crotch.

"Something wrong?" Peter demanded.

"Sorry boss, couldn't help it" he laughed.

"Really. What's the joke then?"

"VPL" Henry replied.

"VPL? What do you mean… VPL?"

"Panties. Girl's panties. You can see the elastic, man… it's a dead giveaway. They're white aren't they? No don't tell me, I bet they're all fancy today" he laughed.

"What?"

Henry pointed to the notice board. Underneath the Health and Safety regulations was an A4 sheet of paper that simply stated 'Tuesday – WHITE SATIN!'

Peter swallowed hard and his face went bright red. He realised it referred to the panties he was wearing. Not content with making him wear women's lingerie every day to work, they were now advertising the fact on the notice board. He and Debbie must have been the only two in the office who hadn't realised what it meant. There were a few muted sniggers around the office as he tore it down and stormed back to his office, trying to avoid the giggling faces on the way.

As he burst in, he was surprised to see Debbie and Jan squaring up to each other. "Sorry, I needed an office for a few minutes and thought you were at a meeting" Debbie apologised and made to leave.

"No… no problem" he flustered. "Er, carry on… unless it's private" he replied.

"No. You ought to know about this anyway." She turned to face Jan. "Right, as I was saying, your skirt is far too short and I've told you about it several times now haven't I?"

Even Peter had noticed that Jan was wearing a very revealing skirt. It was a short floaty chiffon affair that barely covered her bottom. It had certainly got his attention, as well as every other male. Every time she leaned across a desk or walked up the stairs a pair of brief white knickers with pretty lace was visible to anyone who cared to look.

"And what's wrong with it" she complained, "competition too much for you is it?" she pouted.

Debbie was furious. "I've watched you… flashing your tits, if you can call those tits, and your panties at every opportunity. That's what's wrong. I've warned you before about your inappropriate dress and now I'll be issuing you with a written warning." Suddenly she reached for Peter's ruler from his desk and thrust it under the hem of the offending skirt.

"Oi… get off!" Jan screamed and tried to push her away. Debbie grabbed the hem of her skirt and hauled her back. The delicate material stretched to breaking point, and once again she thrust the ruler up inside the flimsy skirt until it reached the young girl's crotch.

"Three inches! Three inches! That's all that separates… decency… from exhibition" she exclaimed breathlessly. Angrily, she flipped the skirt up past Jan's waist to reveal the prettiest of white satin panties. "God, just look at what she's wearing underneath, Peter. Look at all that frilly lace. They're Saturday night panties… you wear those when you're out on the pull, not for work. You cheap little tart" she taunted the young girl. Jan was struggling to get her skirt down again but Debbie was using both hands to make sure it remained above her waist, with her panties exposed.

Peter's heart raced at the sight before him and he could feel his face burning again. It was true, the panties were rather sexy and a bit on the frilly side for work, but they weren't that unusual… except for one thing. They were identical to the ones HE was wearing! Jan witnessed his reddening face and stopped struggling. Peter looked anxious. He was petrified what she might say.

"So what do YOU think Peter, you're the boss?" She slipped her hands inside the waistband and pulled them up nice and tight, emphasising her feminine rounded bottom and the outline of her mound. "Pretty aren't they? Now be honest. Do YOU see anything wrong in wearing pretty, silky panties like these to the office…. mmm? Well, come on, you're in charge. If you think they're OK, then there's no reason I can't wear them is there? What would you do? Would YOU wear panties like this?" she taunted him.

"Er… perhaps you're being a little hard on her Debbie, I er…."

Debbie was furious at him letting her off that easily. "Do what? Right that's it! Leave this to me" she told him, and gave Jan several smart slaps across the buttocks. SLAP… SLAP… SLAP.

"Owwww. You're going to regret this…. you… you cow" she screamed.

"Shut up! You can go straight home and don't return until you're wearing a longer skirt and some different panties... or don't bother returning at all" Debbie shouted

Jan was fuming as she pulled her skirt down and stormed toward the door giving Peter a wicked glare. Suddenly she stopped, bent over and stuck her pantied bottom out at them before storming out of the office. She'd never felt so humiliated but she reminded herself it was another nail in Debbie's coffin. It was the only thing that kept her going.

   

To be continued…

  

  

  

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