Bossed Into Panties

by Karen Petties

    

Chapter 25 A meeting with Marketing

Reaching the Marketing office, Jenny approached one of the secretaries and told her that Peter was supposed to be shadowing someone that afternoon.

"Oh yes, that'll be Debbie. She's expecting him. She'll be with you in a minute" she smiled.

Peter's face dropped a mile when he heard the name. His wife! His ex-bride! Oh shit! He recognised her curvaceous figure bending over someone's desk on the other side of the office. The perfectly rounded bottom and short tight skirt emphasised the pert cheeks and shapely legs that he knew so intimately. Yet, while he instantly recognised her, she also looked a bit different. She never dressed like that!

Gone were the sensible, conservative, almost frumpy clothes. She was wearing a satin blouse that barely contained her huge breasts and clearly revealed the perky nipples underneath. Her skirt was short and tight fitting, revealing shapely nylon clad thighs. She would never wear skirts that short for him, and especially not to the office. Peter studied the way it enveloped her firm, peach shaped bottom. Like a tight silk glove around a hand, it revealed the tantalising cleft between her buttocks. Even the lace edging around her panties and the taut straps of suspenders were clearly outlined and when she'd been bending over, the tops of her seamed stockings were teasingly displayed. She obviously still enjoyed wearing all that luxurious vintage silk lingerie he so admired, but he'd never known her to wear it to work before.

She turned around with her hands on her hips, looking and feeling more radiant than ever. The Caribbean sun, the sea, and the sex….. especially the sex, obviously agreed with her. She smiled when she saw him and strolled over, huge breasts jiggling inside their satin confines as she deliberately moved her shapely bottom from side to side in an exaggerated swagger. Behind her, every guy in the room turned their head and stared quite openly, their tongues literally hanging out in awe.

Debbie looked him over and slowly shook her head. She couldn't quite believe the delicate see-through blouse, and the finely pleated satin skirt that exploded out over the sea of pink and blue petticoats peeking out below. "Well well, look at you" she mocked, and told them to follow her into the adjacent office, an office with her name proudly displayed on the door. She closed it behind them.

Peter surveyed the surroundings. Like his old office, now Sylvia's, it had been expensively re-decorated. The smell of rich wood, new carpet and freshly painted walls was quite obvious. And on the large leather topped desk there were one or two photos. He picked one up. It was a photo of Henry and Debbie kissing passionately on a sunny beach, Henry in g-string swimming trunks and Debbie in the tiniest of yellow bikinis, her breasts barely contained by the damp scrap of material.

"You're drooling again" she said and took the photo off him and put it back. "Well now, that's such a pretty uniform, Peter" she teased, lifting the hem of his pleated skirt, oohing at the colourful and frothy petticoats underneath. "For someone who enjoys dressing up all girly, this must be a dream come true, eh?"

"Well I don't know about you but I've had a simply wonderful honeymoo… I mean… holiday… darling. Such a shame you couldn't come… literally!" and she laughed again. Oh but I brought you a little something to show there's no hard feelings and that I was thinking about you" and she handed him a small but expensively wrapped present with a large ribbon bow.

He looked at the dainty package, somewhat apprehensively.

"Aren't you going to open it?" she asked. "It's just a little memento from the honeym… the holiday" she corrected herself again. "Go on, don't be shy" she teased him.

Peter swallowed hard, looked at Jenny, then back at Debbie. "Go on" she repeated, and he gingerly unwrapped the pretty wrapping paper. Whatever it was, it had also been carefully wrapped in tissue paper and as he searched for an opening, he inhaled the ever so slight, but still unmistakable aroma of her favourite perfume. His trembling hands peeled away the rustling white tissue and finally he gasped at what lay beneath. Delicate chiffon… a hint of snowy white bridal satin… pink satin bows…. frilled lace….very ruffled… ultra feminine… ultra girly. He hesitated before touching the lace, standing motionless, unable to move. She reached over and pulled the frilly confection from its wrapping and held it up for him. A baby doll nightie! He stared at it, his cheeks burning as he turned bright red.

"Ohmygod" he muttered, his voice shaking.

"My God" Jenny exclaimed, eyes wide open.

"I thought you'd like it. Do you remember it sweetheart? It's the one I wore on my wedding night, isn't it? And the panties are so darling aren't they? Special wedding night panties" she grinned, stretching the see-through scrap of chiffon and ruffled lace between her fingers. "They're so very feminine and girly aren't they?" He watched in awe as she stepped forward, unable to resist holding the baby doll and the matching panties against him, knowing exactly what it would be doing to him.

Softening her voice, she whispered in his ear. "Just think darling. When you put them on…. and we both know you that you WILL be putting them on, don't we darling?" she added sarcastically. "Yes, when you're wearing my baby doll, you can imagine your precious bride wearing it on her honeymoon whilst I was getting a very nice fucking from that black stud. Mmmm, I can still feel that huge cock stretching me out" she giggled, getting herself all excited at the thought.

"And don't worry sweetie, they have been washed. I wouldn't want you to find any… um…. embarrassing stains or anything like that" she giggled.

The question Jenny had been simply dying to ask, wouldn't wait any longer. "Is it true, you two actually got married then?"

"Well, we had the ceremony, yes. But everything changed immediately after that didn't it darling?"

It was a tasty morsel designed to intrigue but without explaining any further, she said to Peter, "Here, hold these," and without thinking he dreamily held the baby doll and the ruffly panties against his body, exactly as she had been holding them.

She smiled at Jenny, as if to say… 'look at that, what a sissy'. She then picked up the other smaller package with a fancy pink ribbon bow on the top. "Oh and this is a little keepsake from Mummy." With his hands full of her bridal lingerie she opened it for him. He immediately knew what it was. "Ta-da! Mummy's bridal panties" and she laughed at the look of horror on his face.

"OH NO" Jenny gasped, putting her hand to her mouth. She actually felt embarrassed for him now. "My goodness, you're not going to give him those as well, are you" she exclaimed, her eyes literally popping.

Debbie explained. "Mummy wore them on her wedding night, the night I was um… conceived. Aren't they gorgeous? And then I wore them on my wedding night, didn't I Peter?"

"Oh yes they are gorgeous" Jenny chimed in dreamily, unable to resist touching the dainty lingerie. "My boyfriend SO adores me in French knickers."

"Yes but I bet he doesn't ask you to put HIM in them though" Debbie replied.

"What….?" Jenny laughed.

"That's right, Peter loves French knickers and this is a pair he's actually worn. Isn't that right darling? Mummy's bridal panties" she taunted. He looked down at the ground in shame.

"Nooooo…" Jenny looked shocked. "He's not been in your mum's panties" she said, looking shocked. "But how…."

"He stayed over at my parents house one night and whilst he was alone with my Mum, he had the nerve to ask if she would put her panties on him, didn't you darling? Of course, I didn't hear about all this until some time later. All the time I was lying next door, anxiously waiting for him to come and make love to me, while he was busy pleading with her, begging to try her panties on."

"Nooooo…." Jenny repeated in disbelief. "How sad is that!"

"Sad? What about my poor mum? She was SO embarrassed" Debbie added, holding the delicate, snowy white panties to his waist as if to remind him. "She can't even face touching them now, that's why she's getting rid of them. The worst bit though, was that after she took pity on him and let him put them on, she had to suffer him begging for a hand job… while I was lying there waiting for him to come to me. Really! Can you imagine the humiliation of your fiancée asking your own mother to jack him off in her bridal panties while you're lying there gagging for it. Ooooh, if only I'd known at the time. I should have realised then and there, that there was something seriously not right about him."

"I see what you mean" Jenny replied, incredulously. "Anyway, I guess it's lucky you somehow found out about all this before the honeymoon. I suppose you went through with the wedding ceremony completely unaware."

Debbie nodded. "I didn't find out the whole truth until my wedding night. I changed out of my dress and into that babydoll, then came back into our room expecting to find a horny hunk waiting to ravish me. But what did I find? He was dressed from head to toe…. in my wedding dress…. his face beautifully made-up…. and wearing every single scrap of my bridal lingerie."

"Oh my God" Jenny looked aghast.

"I've never been so humiliated. Fortunately, we found a stand-in for the wedding night nuptials or it would have been a complete disaster, wouldn't it Peter?"

"What? Oh nooooo. You don't mean…. you had another guy…. on your wedding night?" Jenny asked, looking both shocked and a little amused, at the same time.

"Well what would you have done? Finding out your husband is a cross-dresser on your wedding night takes some beating you know. It should have been the happiest, the most memorable day of my life. As it was, he ruined the whole thing and I sure as hell wasn't going to let him ruin the night as well."

"Yes I know but…. well…. another guy? "

"Listen. Any bride that goes through what I had to go through…. she deserves something special when it comes to her wedding night. And I certainly had that! It was out of this world" she drooled, dreamily recalling the details. "Do you know, he didn't stop until daybreak" she gushed.

Peter was aghast. She obviously felt no pangs of guilt, not even the slightest remorse for what she'd done with another man on their wedding night.

"And where was HE while all this was going on?" Jenny asked dying to find out.

"Can you believe it… watching" she replied. "He watched a real man making love to me on his wedding night, whilst he lay there all decked out in my beautiful wedding dress and my pretty bridal lingerie underneath. Mind you" she laughed, "he found out what it's like to be the bride on her wedding night, didn't you Peter? But we won't go into all that. That's another story" she laughed.

"Ohhhh" Jenny said, sounding disappointed. "Well it all sounds pretty amazing" she giggled. "And is it true you went on honeymoon with this insatiable hunk instead of Peter?"

"Yes…" she replied dreamily. "He proved to be a great fill-in. It was non-stop… well you know" she grinned.

"Ohmygod! Oh… you MUST tell me who it is. Does he work here? Does he? Oh he does, doesn't he? Oh God, do I know him?" she asked excitedly.

Debbie had had enough questions though. "Yes, well we can't stand here talking all day" she said, quickly changing the subject. "I've got a 3 o'clock meeting with the Marketing Director. If Peter's supposed to be shadowing me, he'd better come along."

I'll be back for him just before five then" she smiled, and left Peter alone with his ex-fiancée.

Debbie told him to follow her, and he watched her pert little buttocks in the tight fitting short skirt wiggling down the corridor toward the Director's suite, dutifully following like a little puppy on a lead.

"You… you never used to wear short skirts and… and revealing clothes… before" he complained breathlessly, trying to catch up.

"No, I suppose not. But the guys round here seem to like them, and I love watching them ogle my tits and looking up my skirt" she laughed. "They're all so horny."

"Debbie…." he pleaded with her. "Don't you have any feelings for me at all? Look, I know I've made some bad mistakes but couldn't we try again?"

His comment made her stop quite abruptly. She turned to face him. Looking him up and down, she took in the sheer blouse and bra peeking out underneath, the silky pleated skirt held out by the frothy lace petticoats, and a pair of nylon stockings that were most likely held up with a suspender belt. Even his face was made-up like a girl, framed by long blond hair that swept into a cute ponytail behind. He coloured up demurely as she took in his effeminate features. "No. I don't really think so, do you?" she smiled sweetly, and shook her head.

"But we're married for God's sake. Please Debbie," he begged.

"Listen, if you'd fought for your masculinity like a real man, things might have been different.  But how do you expect me to respect a man that allows a few office girls to put him into a dress."

"Well, yes but that was…. a long time ago. I've changed."

"Oh yeah, I can see that" she scoffed. So how come while I was away on honeymoon you were at Lucy's wedding?" He was shocked she'd heard about it and looked a bit sheepish as she continued. "I'm told you were just the prettiest little bridesmaid in your pink dress, sticky-out petticoats and cute frilly panties. You must have been in girlie heaven in that little lot. Lucy said you even had your name embroidered on your panties" she giggled, "and that you were so well behaved, doing all your little curtsies, and getting a nice snog from one of the groomsmen…. in front of the whole congregation. Oooh, I wish I could have been there, I can't wait to see the photos" she laughed as he looked up in shock. "Oh haven't you seen them? They're going round the office at the moment" she giggled.

"Oh shit! Shit, shit, shit! But Debbie…"

"….And I won't even begin to mention how you were all dolled up in my wedding gown on our wedding night…. and how you watched that hunk making love to me until the sun came up. Was it exciting Peter, watching your bride getting the seeing-to that you couldn't give me?"

He was left speechless as she strode off down the corridor again, leaving him struggling to keep up as she continued to humiliate him. "Technically we might be married sweetie, but we never consummated the wedding afterwards. I've started the process of getting it annulled. It won't take long and let's face it, you'll be much happier with some nice young man"

"Uh?"

She stopped once again to face him. "Well, it wasn't just me who was getting screwed on our wedding night was it sweetheart, hmmm? I seem to remember your 'personal trainer' being very attentive. Mmm, he was so nicely endowed wasn't he? I might have been quite jealous… if I hadn't been so full of cock, myself" she laughed.

"No, that's not right" he pleaded. "I was forced…."

"Really. I didn't see you exactly complaining at the time" she said in mock surprise. "Quite the little virgin bride, weren't you?"

"No, no it wasn't like that…. I….I"

She cut him off. "Besides. You remember I told you I wanted to be pregnant by the time I came back from my honeymoon? Well….." she paused, and for the first time she actually blushed as she glanced down and put her hand to her tummy. "I think I am" she giggled. "Mummy is SO excited" she added. "I suppose it was inevitable really…. all that… well…. it is what you're supposed to do on honeymoon" she giggled.

"But you're on the pill" he said angrily

"WAS on the pill" she corrected. "I stopped, before the wedding. Oh, didn't I tell you?"

"Christ, how can you be so… so callous? How do you sleep at night?" he asked incredulously.

"Quite well actually," she said, raising an eyelid "and usually with some really cute hunk lying on top of me" she laughed.

"Well, what about this baby" he persisted. "Whose is it?" he demanded. "I need to know. I mean… I suppose… I suppose it could be mine" he suggested in a quiet, rather feeble voice, with a faint glimmer of hope on his face.

"Oh… p..l..e..a..s..e…." she mocked. "Yours? That's a laugh."

"Well whose, then?" he demanded again.

"Well that's a bit tricky…. I met so many gorgeous boys on honeymoon and they were all so hot…. but then of course they were all black so…. yes… I think we can be fairly certain of one thing… it's going to be a darling little black baby" she whispered with a smile.

"WHAT?" he gulped, as David King answered her knock at the door and ushered them into his office with Debbie still smirking at Peter's pained expression.

The smartly suited Marketing Director couldn't help grinning at Peter's absurdly feminine dress. "Shut the door Debbie, and put the 'Do Not Disturb' sign up will you?" he chuckled. "Taylor, you'd better sit down over there" he indicated

Without really thinking, Peter gathered the voluminous skirts and smoothed then under his bottom before sitting as demurely as he could. Even so, his skirt ballooned up in front, and it only took a second to realise where David's eyes were focused. Right up his skirt!

"Christ. Just look at him" David King laughed, watching Peter fighting with the mass of petticoats bunching up, refusing to stay hidden under his skirt. "And what on earth has he got there" he pointed to the lacy items that Peter was still clutching tightly in his clammy hand.

Debbie giggled at the pathetic sight of her ex-bridegroom trying to keep his skirts under control with one hand whilst nervously holding the lacy underwear in the other. "It's some of my lingerie. A little keepsake from our wedding night, oh and my mother's bridal panties."

"What the hell…..? Jeez! What a jerk!" he said in despair. "I did try and warn you didn't I?"

"Yes, yes, I know" she sighed, remembering the conversation. "Look, can we get on with the meeting please?" she asked, trying to change the subject.

"Hmm yes. Well Taylor. As you can see, Debbie is my new PA and we have a regular weekly review so she's up to speed with all my moves, don't we darling? Ahem. Debbie, would you take your usual position please" he beckoned.

"Oh David…. we don't have to do that… not today… not with him here?"

"Why not? It's part of our normal weekly meeting" he replied mischievously and simply pointed to the floor next to his chair.

Debbie sighed but meekly went and stood next to him. His hand immediately snaked up inside her tight fitting skirt.

"Ooooh" she cried, jumping as he caught her unawares. "Naughty…" she squealed, wriggling about as he reached her panties.

Peter was sickened by the way she lovingly looked at her boss, occasionally glancing at his crotch. Peter squirmed uncomfortably as he watched them at play, his wife being quite openly groped in front of him.

"Ooooh… mmmm" she purred, as a long finger played between her thighs and delicately traced the outline of her pussy through the moist gusset of her expensive silk designer panties.

To make matters worse for Peter, she even spread her legs apart a little and dipped down so that his fingers could more easily find their way inside the loose fitting panties. Her tight skirt revealed the outline of his hand, working back and forth across her pussy. She let out a little gasp and licked her lips involuntarily, then closed her eyes.

"Do you remember what a little prick tease she used to be, Taylor? She played the 'Little Miss Innocent' role so well didn't she, but I soon got that sorted out didn't I Debbie? She's hot to trot now, aren't you darling? Can't get enough of it since you got back from that honeymoon. I can't think what you got up to, young lady, but that little pussy is positively itching for it now, isn't it?"

Debbie looked red faced and a little breathless.

"Why don't you show your um…. husband… how it was, the first time I fucked you at the fancy dress party, just before your wedding? Remember?"

"Ooooh" she complained loudly. "Don't be so vulgar. And why do you have to be so horrid to him, poor thing."

"But it's true. I've never seen a bride-to-be quite so desperate for it, especially just before her wedding. Practically begged me for a good seeing-to, didn't you?"

"I DID NOT" she protested, her face turning bright pink.

Turning to Peter, David said. "She was lying on her back on this very desk, panties off, legs in the air. Gagging for a good shag, she was. Come on Debbie, why don't you show sissy-boy how it's done. Up onto the desk like a good girl" he laughed.

Peter froze as he suddenly remembered the night of the fancy dress party. He'd been in the office next door and had heard someone having sex and moaning in ecstasy. Obviously that someone had been Debbie. It was coming back to him now. Later that evening he and Debbie had gone to bed and she was insatiable. She'd tied him up, sat on his face and insisted that he lick her out. He remembered how wet she was. Oh my God… no… he must have licked and swallowed the Marketing Director's outpourings from his fiancée's pussy!

"Come on girl, get that cute little fanny up here" David demanded, slipping his finger deep inside her.

"Ooh, that's enough" she cried and pulled his hand away.

David King laughed and took his handkerchief from his top pocked and wiped his sticky fingers on it. Then in a well practised move, he brought his hand down smartly across her buttocks with a resounding SLAP.

"Oooooooh" she gasped in shock.

"That wasn't a request Debbie. You aren't normally so coy, what's the problem?"

She frowned, then swept all his paperwork from the desk onto the floor. Slipping her stilettos off, she climbed up onto the desk, facing him. She realized that he was staring at her chest and looked down to see that her nipples were nice and prominent, poking through her lacy bra and blouse. Her breathing became more heavy. He had a way of making her feel so sexy, and with an impish smile she slipped a stockinged foot into his lap.

"Oooooh, goodness. What's this, you naughty boy?" She massaged the bulge in his pants with her sexy nylon covered toes. Look at that Peter. Now that's what you call a real, man's cock" she teased, running her stocking covered foot up and down its length. "He's always got a hard-on for me, haven't you darling?"

"There's plenty of time for that young lady" James smiled, and placed his hands on her thighs, spreading them apart either side of him. Her skirt rode up, exposing her shapely nylon sheathed legs to the tops of her thighs. "That's much better" he smiled enjoying the deliciously lacy tops of her stockings, straining suspenders, and a glimpse of her silken panty gusset. He breathed in deeply as the sweet scent of her perfumed panties wafted across the desk to arouse his senses.

"Now then Taylor, I think we've finished with you for today. Unless you want to watch your wife being shagged again" he laughed. But before Peter could answer, he'd picked up the phone to his secretary. "I want to finish this meeting in private" he told her. "Taylor is leaving now. Send him back to the Typing Pool would you? Thanks Jean."

"Oh Taylor, before you go. I've got a letter needs typing and as it's personal I don't want my secretary doing it. Here, have it done by Monday morning, and no mistakes either," he warned him.

"Now, say goodbye to your um…. your husband, Debbie. I'm sure he doesn't really want to see what you've got waiting for you does he?"

"Oooh, you're so earthy" she half complained with a twinkle in her eye.

"Bye-bye Peter. Close the door on the way out, sweetheart" and she leant back on the desk, spreading her thighs wide open and revealing a glimpse of pretty lace around the loose fitting panties.

As Peter hastily retreated from the office, red faced, he glanced behind and just caught sight of David King's hands disappearing into his ex-bride's silk panties, with Debbie giggling like a little girl.

"Shut that door, Taylor" David shouted at him.

"That's better. Two's company, three's a crowd" David King laughed. Debbie watched him slide the zipper down and his swollen shaft appear. He lifted her legs and pushed back, raising her bottom nicely and revealing the outline of her swollen pussy lips within the confines of the silk panties. "I don't know why you're so concerned about him, Debbie. Whilst we were making love in my office that night at the party, your fiancée was next door with his hot pants round his ankles, taking it like a trooper" David said with a wicked laugh.

"What….?" Debbie looked aghast, and David went on to tell her in great detail what really happened that night.

Peter arrived back in the Secretarial Resource Centre with his head still buzzing at the thought of his ex-fiancée upstairs, about to be shagged by another man. With a miserable look on his face, he sat down at his small desk and read the letter that David King had given him. "Oh my God…." he muttered. It was a love letter. 'My sweet darling Debbie' The blood rushed to his head as he skimmed over the next few paragraphs. There were flattering remarks about her pretty face and long legs and some choice comments about her huge boobs. It then went on to a mixture of sentimental, lovey-dovey stuff, and no end of sexual innuendo. It was the sort of love letter he wished he'd been able to write to her himself. Instead, he was having to read these sordid comments from her consummate and well endowed lover. Surely he wasn't expected to have to type it? Not a love letter to his wife, from another man?

He was still pondering what he was going to do when Fiona approached. "Picked up some work then I see, that's good", she welcomed him. "I think the girls are ready for you now. You can type this later" she said, snatching the document and pushing him into her office. He glanced back, realising she wouldn't be able to resist reading the letter, and sure enough, she was soon pouring over it with a smile on her face.

Looking around the crowd of smiling female faces, Peter was immediately aware of the young man from the post-room. Tom had the job of collecting and distributing the mail in the morning. He then spent the rest of his day, ferrying work for typing and the finished documents back and forth around the building. He was a simple soul with mental problems, and the company had been very good to him. Few employers would have been as liberal minded, employing someone with his problems in a busy office environment. Strangely, the office girls all seemed to like him too. Perhaps it was because he was a friendly boy with an ever present smile, and never tried anything on with them. The girls appreciated good manners, having doors opened for them, that sort of thing, and Tom was always happy to oblige.

Peter as ever, was far less charitable. He used to call the boy a gormless idiot, and made sure his secretary received all incoming mail so he didn't even have to acknowledge him.

The strange thing was, that Tom was standing there stark naked with a blindfold and headphones on.

"Don't worry, he can't see or hear anything" one of them spoke. "If you behave, he won't even know you were here."

"What do you mean" Peter asked.

"We always invite Tom to the initiation ceremonies for our new girls. It's a little tradition" Jenny explained. "Poor thing, he doesn't find it easy to get any girlfriends so we like to give him a little treat now and again, don't we girls?"

"Yeah, he's such a sweetie, it's the least we can do isn't it?"

It slowly dawned on Peter that the initiation ceremony they were talking about, whatever it may be, was going to directly involve the office idiot. Looking around, he also realised that when they talked about the new girl, they meant him! He shivered, anxious at the though of what was to come.

"Now don't worry" Jenny tried to calm him. "As long as you do what we say, it'll all be OK. Any trouble though, and we'll not only let Tom see you're here but we'll be straight up to Personnel and you'll be out the door. Understand?"

With a pounding heart, Peter reluctantly nodded.

"Good. Right, well why don't you get a little closer. Let him feel your skirt against him, then he'll just assume it's one of the girls, won't he?"

Without waiting for an answer, several pairs of hands pushed him forward and held him close to the naked, sweaty boy. Inches from his face, Peter could smell his pungent breath. Personal hygiene was obviously not a strong point.

Tom felt the soft silky skirt lightly brushing against his thighs before it began to tickle his penis. Jenny took his right hand and guided it to the back of Peter's skirt. He laughed, nervously. Peter went to step away but a dozen hands gripped his arms and held him tightly. Tom may have been a bit simple but he knew what was waiting for him. The skirt felt soft and silky and he enjoyed running his hands over the fine pleats, venturing down to the hemline and exploring the frothy lace of the petticoats underneath.

Still blindfolded, he grunted, smiled, and pulled Peter ever closer, his hands now working their way up inside the frothy petticoats. Peter was visibly shaking. What did this idiot think he was doing? He seemed to be deliberately teasing him. He just prayed that all he wanted was a little grope under his skirt. Surely, he was too simple to have had any experience with girls. He'd be clueless about what came next. As if to answer Peter's worries, Tom then appeared to come alive, grabbing the hem of Peter's skirt and thrusting his hands high up the nylon clad thighs. Peter shouted in protest, but was completely outnumbered and unable to move as they held him tightly. Tom's thick and clammy hands groped between his legs, up inside his petticoats, feeling the clips of his suspenders before finally reaching his panties. Peter yelled out again and began to jump around like a madman. Tom laughed, enjoying the effect he was having on the girl and pulled Peter closer, clamping his silky, lingerie clad body against his nakedness.

"Get him off me" Peter screamed, wriggling and squirming in disgust at the mauling.

The girls were hysterical with laughter and pushed Peter down onto his knees. The boy's penis was swollen and standing up. "He's getting excited. You'll have to do something or he'll rip your clothes off." Peter looked at it in horror. It was a reasonable size, a lot bigger than his own of course but that wasn't saying a lot. One of the girls took the truncheon in her hand and began some slow strokes, easing the foreskin back and gently playing with the glans between her finger and thumb. Tom immediately smiled and his manhood responded as any red blooded male would. He may have had a few problems but there was nothing wrong in that department!

"Mmm, it's a nice one isn't it Peter? A good size… and YOU'RE going to make it even bigger." The girls giggled and ooh'd and aah'd.

"NO! You're joking… you are joking aren't you? No, please… I'll do anything… not that…. please… I can't do that… I…."

"Shut it" Jenny scolded him as he found himself propelled forward and forced into a kneeling position inches away from the swollen penis bobbing gently in front of his face. "Do it this way… or we'll put you face down over the desk, with your skirt up and panties down, and give our Tom a real treat. Mmmm, he'd like that. He's still a virgin. You'd be his first. Wouldn't that be special, eh? What an honour for you to take his cherry? Now then, which would you prefer…hmmm?"

He looked up at her with a tear in his heavily made-up eyes.

The girls began to egg him on. "Come on Peter, we've all done it. Get your lips working on that big sausage."

Barely inches away, he could smell the musky odour. It was most unpleasant but there again, if his breath smelled, what chance was there lower down?

"Deep throat… deep throat…. deep throat" they chanted.

Crowding round him, the girls forced Peter's red lips around the stiff weapon. Eyes bright with excitement, they were quiet now, pushing and jostling to get the best view of the violation of their hated workmate.

"Mmmmph" Peter groaned. He nearly choked but they held him firmly whilst urging Tom forward. The young boy knew exactly what to do. As soon as he felt the moist sensual lips around his member, he clutched the back of Peter's head, holding his ponytail tightly and began feeding his engorged member into the waiting mouth. He let out a little laugh then began thrusting back and forth. He loved the sensation of the tight lips around his glans. He was grunting loudly as he humped the painted lips, his stiff cock sliding in and out, gradually easing deeper and deeper until Peter could feel his heavy balls slapping noisily against his chin.

"Oh now that is impressive. Look at him, girls. He's taken the whole damned thing. Must have had plenty of practice, eh?"

"Jeez, I couldn't do that. I've never managed to deep throat my boyfriend… it always makes me gag."

Peter saw the traces of his red lipstick along the entire length of the boy's shaft as it pistoned in and out of his mouth. With his mind raging, and with the idea of trying to bring this to a swift conclusion, his tongue took on a life of its own, lapping hungrily at Tom's cock, swirling around the sensitive purple plum. Tom's strong hands at the back of his head were controlling the speed and depth of every stroke as Peter's head bobbed up and down on the thick pole as if he were impaled on it. He felt like some girl swallowing her boyfriend's cock and sensed the jerky response, building strongly. He knew the young man was about to ejaculate. He had to get it over with. There was nothing he could do now.

"That's it, use that tongue, Peter. He won't last long, so get ready to swallow."

Tom suddenly pulled Peter's head forward, forcing his entire cock down Peter's throat until he began gagging around the pulsating weapon.

"Yeah, make sure you swallow it like a good little girl. Here he comes now."

Tom became even more frenzied, his grunting almost primeval.

"Here he comes…. here he comes…. "

Peter felt spurt after spurt of semen pumping directly down his throat as the girls held his head, making sure he savoured every last drop.

"Ooooooh what a big cum…… mmmm, swallow it all baby….. ooh lovely" they all cheered as Peter was forced to swallow every last drop of the warm salty jet of male seed.

"Oh, you're definitely going to be his new girlfriend" one of them laughed.

"Yeah, you're his bitch now" another joined in.

He was still gasping for air when Tom's cock finally stopped throbbing and withdrew.

"Oh, that's a good girl…. wipe your mouth Peter, you're dribbling again" they laughed."

"I think he enjoyed that girls, look at the state of him. I bet he'd love a shag now. Do you do it doggy style or maybe you'd like to ride him. How about it?" they laughed.

"Get him off me. Get off" he cried and finally managed to pull away.

They were still laughing and joking. "Oh, we forgot to tell you Peter. We have a little team get together every Friday afternoon with Tom."

"Yeah, and whoever's made the most typing errors during the week, has to give him a blow job" and they all burst into hysterics.

A spanking in Finance, followed by a blowjob with Tom. Things weren't looking good for the new trainee typist!

Peter straightened his dress and fled as quickly as he could. As he made his way out of the main office, Fiona still had the letter from the Marketing Director in her hand. "This will be a good one to get you started. You know, typing is much more interesting when you're familiar with the subject matter, and I expect you'll want to make sure it's absolutely perfect, given that's it's going to your ex-bride. I'll leave it on your desk, then" she smiled broadly. She then told him to be wearing his uniform on Monday morning and that the girls would be waiting for him with his new skirt and the extra petticoat.

Chapter 26 Preparing to meet the boss again

Thankfully, Peter had the whole weekend to recuperate. On the other hand, it would be two full days of worrying about the revised office uniform that Fiona had promised would be waiting for him on Monday. The extra petticoat would undoubtedly make the shorter skirt flare out even more, if that was possible. Not only that, but he would have to report to the Finance department, where his ex staff members would be waiting to heap further excruciating embarrassment onto him.

Exhausted and feeling weak and helpless, he was almost grateful for Tessa undressing him and helping him into his bath. She was washing his back in the warm scented water when Mrs Shepherd walked in. Surprised and embarrassed, he quickly pulled the foaming bubbles around him to hide his male equipment. It was strange, because Mrs Shepherd hadn't been involved with his personal hygiene, make-up or clothes for some time. It was always left to Tessa.

"Don't mind me" she smiled at his red faced, shy response. "I thought I'd see how you were coming on" she said, glancing down at the shrivelled penis that Tessa was soaping up. She watched with amused interest as the young girl worked the foaming bubbles up and down his length in a steady movement, bringing a dazed look to Peter's eyes together with the understandable and inevitable reaction.

"There, you're all done" Tessa smiled. She let go of his penis, but instead of plopping back into the bath it stood up proudly, rising out of the water like King Arthur's Excalibur. "Out you get then" she smiled.

Peter stepped out, trying and failing to hide his rampant manhood.

Mrs Shepherd was waiting for him with a large fluffy towel but instead of wrapping it round him, she sat on the edge of the bath, draped the towel across her lap and motioned him to sit down. "Come on baby, don't be shy" she told him.

Gingerly, he perched on the edge of her lap, his hands placed strategically across his privates. He was uneasy and sat nervously whilst she patted him dry and dusted him with sweetly perfumed powder before brushing his hands away and liberally powdering him between his legs.

Then, with an arm firmly round his waist, she pulled him back until he was sitting squarely in her lap. "That's better" she said. "And how was your first day back at the office?"

"Terrible" he replied, placing his hands back over his penis. "I've lost my job and they're trying to make me into a… a… typist… and did you see what they made me wear?"

She tried to suppress a smirk that was threatening to break out. "Well I thought it was a very pretty outfit, didn't you Tessa? Very efficient looking. And you got home OK?"

"I had to get a bus and I got attacked by some damned school kids. This spotty little teenager pulled my skirt up as I went up the stairs… and they were making fun of me the whole journey."

"No… that's terrible" Carol Shepherd tried to sound sincere. "Well let's see if we can't make it all better for our poor little Peter, shall we?" she said in a babyish tone. "Tessa, can you hand me those things, please" she asked pointing to the wispy pink feminine items hanging on the door.

Peter immediately recognised the negligee set he'd dared to try on during his very first day at the house. She'd caught him wearing it and made him promise never to touch her things ever again.

"I know you took a fancy to my lingerie… remember? And you can't stop looking at it, can you?"

He quickly looked away, anywhere but the pink lingerie Tessa was holding in front of him.

"Which is your favourite? The negligee, the nightdress or the panties?" He bit his lip nervously. "Well, come on. Which felt the nicest? I bet you enjoyed my panties the best. Well? Did you get excited, wearing your boss's wife's panties, eh? Tell me how much you enjoyed wearing my panties, Peter… and I might let you try them on again. Go on" she urged.

"I um…um… "

"Come on, let me hear it. Say… I loved wearing your panties, Mrs Shepherd."

He was silent… and becoming more red faced by the minute. He felt so ashamed yet…. he was desperate…. desperate to feel the panties round him again.

"Come on, I want to hear you say it. Say…. I simply adore wearing your pretty pink chiffon panties, Mrs Shepherd. Say it, or I'll tell Mr Shepherd you've been wearing them" she threatened.

Finally, he relented. "I… I simply adore wearing your pretty pink chiffon panties, Mrs Shepherd."

"That's better" she smiled. "Right then, just for tonight… as a little treat, eh? Tessa, would you mind?"

Tessa held the panties ready and beamed at his total humiliation.

"Now then, ask Tessa nicely. Say… Please dress me in Mrs Shepherd's pink panties and make me into a pretty little girl for all the nice boys to chase. Go on!"

"Um… um… p… please Tessa."

"Yes, what is it sweetums?" she interrupted, teasing him with the heavily perfumed panties right in front of his face.

"Um… would you dress me in Mrs Shepherd's pink panties and make me into a pretty little girl for… for…." but he couldn't finish.

"For all the nice boys to chase? Is that what you want, hmmm?" The two women roared with laughter. He was completely broken and they knew it.

He had the look of a frightened, defenceless child but his little penis was looking far from innocent, or child like. It was a sign that didn't go unnoticed.

With a sickening smile, Tessa threaded the delicate panties over his feet. His mouth went quite dry as the delicate chiffon of Mrs Shepherd's romantic boudoir panties caressed his skin. They were a high-waisted French style in a very sheer baby pink, with dainty lace, satin ribbons and pretty bows. Very sheer, very frilly, and oh-so-sweet.

He squirmed nervously in Mrs Shepherd's lap as Tessa began to thread the French panties up his legs. They were so transparent he could see his legs through them, and he dreaded to think what else would be visible once they were round his waist. By the time she had them around his thighs, his penis was nicely swollen and pointing North with the fervent anticipation of being enveloped within the frothy, see-through panties. "There you are" Tessa smiled, settling the dreamy little confection around his waist and inadvertently touching him through the gossamer thin chiffon. It was enough to send another rush of blood to his penis, which began to twitch and tent the delicate fabric. "Mmmm, they're indecently sheer, aren't they Mrs Shepherd?"

"Yes, we can see absolutely everything, can't we Tessa?" and both women giggled at the sight of the poor boy revealing his embarrassing swelling through the girly panties.

"Wearing these, there'll be no surprises left for his boyfriend will there?" Tessa joked.

"Oh Peter, they're gorgeous. You know, you look such a sweetheart in girl's panties" Mrs Shepherd beamed, straightening the lace and loosening the waistband to allow his purple helmet to poke its head above the parapet. "Goodness, you are loving them aren't you? Loving your darling little panties. It's funny, Tessa, but you can always tell which boys are in touch with their feminine side. They're the ones who go through your lingerie drawer when you're not around, and they're always buying you little presents of lacy undies. You can tell them a mile off. They have that glazed look in their eyes when they see a pair of girl's knickers. You look, next time you're browsing in a lingerie department. You'll always find at least one guy nervously fingering a pair of panties or checking the size of a bra. Even better, check them out when they take their precious unmentionables to the counter. They get all flustered, and can barely speak. If I see one I always like to compliment them on their choice of colour or ask if they'd mind showing me which aisle they were from. Well, Peter? Does that sound like someone you know?"

"Yeah, I bet he used to rummage through his girlfriend's panty drawer, and I'm sure he's been through mine since he came here" Tessa agreed.

The two women laughed at the pathetic and embarrassed expression on his scarlet face and quickly had the filmy nightie floating dreamily down over his head, then the peignoir with the double layer puffed sleeves that they threaded his arms into before tying the pink ribbon at the neck. He felt quite faint. Once again, he was completely dressed in the soft, translucent and beautiful lingerie. But why was she allowing him… no, making him wear her precious nightwear, especially after she threatened to kill him the last time. She'd told him it was a special set, one that particularly turned her husband on and one that she kept for… special occasions!

"Hand me that perfume, would you Tessa," and with the expensive bottle in her right hand, she liberally spritzed the already sweet smelling panties. He squirmed with embarrassment but then to add to his humiliation, she yanked the waistband down and gave his genitals a very generous covering. He wriggled around on her lap in utter shame but she held him tightly and pulled the delicate panties back over his throbbing penis until the diaphanous material was once again caressing his swollen shaft. "Mmm, how lovely" she laughed, teasing out some of the lace trimmings.

"No, no. Don't be silly" she laughed, making him wince as without warning she took his manhood in her hand and wrapped her slender fingers around the chiffon encased shaft, causing him to gasp with surprise.

"Now don't give me that 'butter wouldn't melt in your mouth' look" she warned, squeezing his penis. "You have been seeing to him regularly, haven't you, Tessa?"

"Yes Mrs Shepherd. Every day, just as you asked me to."

"Yes I thought so but he's a bit jumpy, aren't you sweetheart, hmmm? You know, I think you're a bit frustrated down here. It may be hard to admit but deep down I think what you really need is…. another man. It's one thing to have a woman touching you, but it's nothing like a man is it?"

"No…. no…. I'm not like that…. I'm not" he stammered as she held his penis, occasionally rubbing the tip. "Oh… oh… Mrs…. Mrs Shepherd…" he gasped. His boss's wife was… she was actually starting to wank him!

"It doesn't mean you're gay, or even bisexual. But if you like wearing girl's frilly panties and pretty dresses, there's no reason you shouldn't enjoy the attention of a man. I just know you're going to love having a man holding you in his strong arms and stroking you tenderly through these panties" she teased.

Peter's eyes glazed over as she slowly rubbed up and down his shaft, generating the most delicious of sensations.

"Good God, look at him, Mrs Shepherd. Look at his hard-on, now."

"Yes, he knows it feels right don't you sweetheart? He's dreaming of a handsome young man, giving him a lovely slow wank" she laughed. "Anyway, enough of that, let's get back to more immediate matters" she said, as he opened his eyes again.

"Now then, did you speak to him about next week" Mrs Shepherd asked the young girl.

"No, sorry. I thought you would" she replied.

"I see. Yes well Tessa is taking some holiday next week and the girls will be home from boarding school this weekend" she told him. As she spoke, she nonchalantly raised the hem of the nightie until it was up round his waist.

"Oh no" he said. "I may have to be a bloody typist at work, but one thing I'm not, is a nanny."

"Don't be silly" she replied. The girls are in their teens. They don't need looking after. No, it's you that's the problem, sweetheart" she told him, working her fist slowly up and down his length.

"Without Tessa, you'll be lost won't you…. so the girls will be taking care of you while she's away…. bathing, make-up, hair, clothes, that sort of thing. Hmm, do you think Natalie is old enough to take care of this" she asked Tessa, taking a closer look at his swollen penis.

Tessa giggled. "Oh she's more mature than you think, Mrs Shepherd. She's dating now and you know what teenage boys are like. Still, I can arrange a little 'practice' session if you like."

Peter looked aghast and horrified.

"Good idea. Oh don't look so worried, Peter. You'll adore the girls and they're so looking forward to seeing you. Now then, on Sunday, Tessa is planning a handover so they can both start to learn the ropes, so to speak. I think we'll have you in that pretty white Sunday school dress, the one with the pink trimmings, the lacy petticoats, and sweet little panties. The frilly satin ones would look nice, wouldn't they? It'll be a good opportunity for the girls to see your extensive wardrobe and practice getting you dressed while Tessa is still around. Apparently Natalie, she's the eldest by the way, has invited her boyfriend round on Sunday as well."

"Oh I didn't know Tim was coming" Tessa sounded interested. "He's really cute" she said with a hint of jealousy. "Natalie never stops talking about him. Looks like Peter will have quite an audience then" she laughed.

Peter had that frightened look about his face again but it was difficult to concentrate, with Mrs Shepherd working gently up and down his penis.

"Yes, he is a nice boy isn't he? Natalie says he didn't believe her when she told him about Peter and his dresses… thought she was making it all up. Well, she's desperate now to show him the whole transformation…. hair, make-up, underwear, everything" she laughed, and for a moment she stopped wanking him and simply held his throbbing penis gently in her hand.

"No… no" he stammered. "I'm not having…. the g… the girls… and… and the boy… her… her…. especially not the boyfriend. Please Mrs Shepherd…."

"Nonsense" she cut in. "He's VERY cute, and the girls will make sure you look your prettiest for him" she said, working up and down his length once more. "You never know… he might even bring a friend" she winked.

"They could make up a foursome" Tessa giggled.

"What a thought!" Mrs Shepherd laughed. "Oh and I nearly forgot. I phoned your Mother yesterday, Peter. She hadn't heard from you and she was very worried. She knows all about the wedding disaster of course… and Debbie. I told her you were staying here for a while to recover. She was desperate to see you so I invited her over on Sunday, together with your sister. I hope that was alright. I thought we could all have a little tea party. Won't that be nice?"

"Oooh, I wonder what Mummy will say when she sees her little boy in his pretty Sunday dress" Tessa laughed. "You'll have to give her one of your special curtseys, won't you?"

The look on his face said it all.

"Now then," Mrs Shepherd said, relaxing her grip on his twitching penis and re-arranging the silk chiffon nightdress over his tent pole and back down over his knees. "No playing with this, tonight" she warned, tapping his hard truncheon through the gossamer chiffon. "This lingerie cost a fortune and I don't want anything ruined, understand? Tessa had a devil of a job getting the stretch marks out these panties the last time and we certainly don't want any nasty boy stains to have to deal with tomorrow."

Whilst Tessa cleaned up the bathroom, Mrs Shepherd walked him back to his bedroom and it was there that Peter finally broke down and dissolved into sobs and tears. He was completely broken, and he still didn't really understand what the hell this was all about.

Mrs Shepherd waited for the tears to subside before deciding the time had come to explain a few things. She lifted his chin and took a deep breath.

"Allright then. Let's clear everything up shall we"

He nodded, his eyes still tearful.

"Well, you know Sylvia…. yes of course you do, she used to work for you didn't she? Well what you probably don't know is that Sylvia is my cousin. We're very close, always have been."

"Cousins?" he queried, wiping his eyes.

"Your staying here was her idea really. I happened to mention that I had a problem with my pregnancy and wouldn't be able to take care of Mr Shepherd's… um… well…. we're not supposed to do it while I'm pregnant, you see. The Doctor says it would be dangerous after the last two miscarriages. Anyway, Sylvia had this brainwave. She told me all about you and your… little ways."

"Little ways?"

"You know. The dresses…. the lingerie….the way you flirt with other boys… need I go on? Anyway, she had this wonderful idea that you'd be able to help…. through my pregnancy at least."

"You mean…. but… but you can't possibly mean…." Peter's jaw dropped. "You want me to…. to…. with you husband?"

Mrs Shepherd raised her eyebrows but completely ignored his comments. "Sylvia said you were kind of in awe of him, always saying nice things, and…. well it seems you even made a play for him at the office party. She said you got all dolled up as a tart and took him into his office and…."

"WHAT? You're joking! It was the other way round! He… well… he… um… er" but somehow he couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence. How could he tell his boss's wife that he'd been seduced by her husband?

"I found lipstick all over his shirt. I even jumped to the conclusion it was his secretary. I was absolutely livid. Mind you, it wouldn't have been the first time and I was this close to throwing him out until he confessed… that it was YOUR lipstick. I must admit I was physically sick when he told me that. The idea of him…. with another guy. But then when I had time to think about it, I realised that if he wasn't having sex with me, he was bound to turn somewhere else. In a perverse sort of way it was a kind of relief that at least it wasn't another woman. After all, he hadn't fallen in love or anything daft like that, he just needed some physical release. Not surprising really, men are all the same! Never happy when their dick's idle. Anyway, everything sort of fell into place after that.

Peter shook his head and looked aghast. "But I was married a few weeks ago" he complained.

"That's right. I don't know how, but Sylvia was quite certain that it wasn't going to work out. And she was right. Anyway, now you know why you're here" she said finally, as if it was all quite straightforward and normal. "Problem sorted!" she beamed.

He didn't know what to say next. It was unreal, as if he was in a dream, or a nightmare more like.

"You know, I just can't tell you what a relief it's going to be. I'll be able to sleep soundly, knowing that he'll be in here with you, and not chasing some young girl around. In fact, it'll be great just to get a good night's sleep for once, full stop. I really don't know where he finds the stamina. Bedtime athletics are fine when you're trying for a baby, but it's no joke when you're pregnant, let me tell you!" she laughed.

"Oh, and there's one other thing" and she pulled the wardrobe door open to its full extent. An abundance of lace, net, tulle, taffeta and satin burst out in an explosion of pastel shades, all heavily embellished in lavish lace, frothy frills and little bows. Parting the delicate, rustling confections, she slipped a huge cloud of tulle and satin from a lacy, silk hanger. "You remember this, don't you?"

It was Debbie's wedding dress, its huge skirt designed to accommodate any number of underskirts.

"And look, we've even got the petticoats to go underneath" she added, pulling an enormous frothy mound of lace edged frills from the shelf and shaking them out. "Apparently Debbie put up it for sale on the notice board at work. I guess it had lost its magic for her, if you get my drift. Anyway, I told James to buy it. I knew you'd love it, and HE certainly will" she added with a twinkle in her eyes. "How about we pop it on you tomorrow… and surprise mummy" she laughed. "Oh yes, that's an idea. She'd be thrilled to see what a beautiful, blushing bride you make?"

Holding the dress in front of her she glanced in the mirror. "Oh this brings back memories. Mmm, it's such a darling dress. What man can resist a girl in a wedding gown, eh?" Then she burst out laughing as she remembered his wedding video. "Yes, and you've already had that pleasure, haven't you? Really! Fancy wearing your bride's beautiful dress on your wedding night… and doing naughty bridal things in it… with that man…. ooh you naughty boy! Did it make you feel all feminine and virginal, Peter…hmmm? Now I want you to be a very good boy tomorrow or we'll be showing Mummy your wedding night video" she threatened.

He looked frightened and horrified, and with tears in his eyes blurted out "Oh my God. You're all mad! How did I end up like this? It's all such a mess" he sobbed.

"A mess? Nonsense" she replied. "I know things have changed a bit for you but I think it's all worked out beautifully. If you think it through logically…"

"The Finance department is in good hands. Everyone in your old office is delighted with their new boss and I'm thrilled that Sylvia has got the promotion she deserved."

"Then there's Debbie. She was beautifully taken care of on her wedding night before she went off on that dreamy honeymoon. Mmm, I bet you can imagine what she was up to all fortnight. Then she came back to the job in Marketing that she wanted, oh and I heard a little rumour that she may be pregnant, lucky girl."

She smiled. "Of course, the company also has a cute new typist… well, trainee typist anyway."

"And for the first time in weeks, James will be satisfied… every single night."

"No" he begged her.

"And I can enjoy a nice relaxing pregnancy without him jumping up and down on me" she laughed, ignoring him.

The tears were running down Peter's face now. "But what about me" he blubbed.

Oh sweetheart, but you've come out of this very nicely indeed. Look. First, you get to keep your job. Maybe not your old job… but it's still a job. Not many young men could say that after the things you've been up to."

"Look around you. You got a lovely new home to enjoy, and Tessa and the girls to look after you."

"They'll turn you into the sweetest, the most darling little girl you've always wanted to be. Think of all those beautiful, little girl dresses, the frothy petticoats, and the cutest, frilliest little panties. There's everything a little girl could possibly wish for with no expense spared. Now don't tell me you haven't dreamed about that" she challenged him. "We know all about your little fetish."

"And then there's the boys… mmm, all those lovely young men chasing after you! Don't tell me that doesn't sound interesting" she laughed.

"You've also got the satisfaction of knowing that your bride isn't missing out in that department either, not with that randy David King about. Oh, and a few other young men from what I hear" she tittered. "A pretty young thing, straight from honeymoon, she's bound to be looking for plenty of sex. And she won't have much time left before she'll be showing, so she'll need to make the most of it. You can take comfort knowing that she's getting all the cock she needs. Oh don't fret now, I promise you'll soon get over any pangs of jealousy… you'll soon be getting as much as she is."

"Just think. Three or four times a night! Maybe more if he's feeling randy! Now there's a real compliment. What more could a girl ask for, eh?"

"Dawn" a voice bellowed out, interrupting her. "Where are you darling?" It was the insistent voice of her husband.

"In here, darling" she yelled back.

Fresh out of the shower, Mr Shepherd suddenly appeared at the door wearing a thin white cotton robe. Peter saw the bulge of his manhood underneath, hanging like a fat sausage between his legs.

"Ah, there you are…. mmmm very nice" he said, drying his hair whilst looking the young lad over in his wife's favourite lingerie.

"Feeling better?" she asked her eager husband.

"Mmm, much."

"So… are you ready, darling? I know it's late but…." she asked him, a little nervously.

"What do you think?" he said stroking the front of his robe. "I can't wait much longer, darling. I'm bloody gagging for it" he said agonisingly.

"Yes, yes, I know you've been patient darling" she said in an understanding voice. James's cotton robe was gradually coming undone and starting to reveal tantalising glimpses of his swollen cock, unfettered and bobbing freely about. Peter's face flushed bright red when Mrs Shepherd caught him looking.

"Now then Peter, before I go. I want to see one of your special little bridesmaid curtsies, just like you did at Lucy's wedding" she urged.

It seemed only yesterday that he'd been dressed as a pretty bridesmaid and taken to church where he had to curtsey before the entire congregation including his little sister and her boyfriend. Reluctantly, Peter went through the humiliating ritual again, this time raising the nightdress above his knees as he blushed demurely and re-enacted the curtsey.

Both Mr and Mrs Shepherd burst out laughing.

"Incredible" her husband chuckled. There was no trace of the thrusting young Finance Manager he'd known a few weeks earlier. He had the face of an angel, sultry eyes framed by a soft coat of eyeliner, lashes lengthened and curled, eyebrows tweezed into a thin, feminine arch, high cheekbones, and full, moist, kissable lips. Lips that had been painted with a glossy red lipshine and shaped into a perfect cupids bow. Cute and kissable, and they would soon be heavily employed, he mused. Not only that, the boy was dressed in the most alluring of his wife's sexy negligee sets, abundantly decorated with expensive lace and ribbons, and hopefully, the matching pink chiffon and lace panties underneath.

Mrs Shepherd caught her husband looking hungrily at the sissy boy. "I'll leave you two in peace" she said softly, winking at her husband as she closed the door behind her.

James wasted no time in steering Peter over to the bed and made him kneel on all fours. "I saw you doing this on that video so you know the ropes. I always like to start with a nice deep shag from behind."

Peter gasped at his earthy language and the urgency to get on with things.

James took delight in kneeling up, behind his former 'star pupil'. He reached down and lifted the hem of his wife's nightdress and negligee above Peter's waist until they were neatly arranged across his back in a voluminous soft, shimmering arc. "Mmmm, nice" he muttered, taking in the sight of the round, girlish bottom. It was most definitely a young girl's bottom, beautifully displayed in his wife's pretty French panties. James ran his hands over the delicate lace trimmed transparent chiffon, enjoying the innocent and tightly clenched valley between his cheeks.

Peter suddenly had a moment of panic. "Sir… please Sir… I… I can't do this… please…" he mumbled, with a frightened look.

"Nonsense" Shepherd roared. "Let's get this straight, I'm the BOSS and you're wearing PANTIES. You know what that means don't you?" and he grabbed Peter's long blond hair with his left hand and began to spank the soft pantied buttocks with his right. SPANK… SPANK… SPANK… SPANK…

Peter buried his head in the soft pillow, his bottom standing up provocatively, framed by the folds of silk, chiffon and lace that merely emphasised his femininity. His virtue was precariously unprotected. Just the thin, wispy, chiffon panties were all that stood between him and his boss's advances.

James admired the beautiful outline of the plump dancing buttocks, two chiffon wrapped peaches, just waiting to be peeled. He couldn't wait any longer.

Peter sensed firm hands around his waist. The panties were being eased down, until they bunched in a wispy pool around his thighs.

"Please Sir…. I….."

But the spanking re-commenced, and this time there was the unmistakable sound of flesh making contact with naked flesh. SPANK… SPANK… SPANK… SPANK…

Peter's bottom was turning a delightful shade of pink. His baby smooth buttocks clenched with every assault and James watched the inviting entrance opening and closing before his eyes, almost winking at him, cajoling him into action. He savoured the pink naked cheeks, dutifully subservient and beautifully presented for his manly invasion.

He paused the spanking and slid a finger inside the tight little orifice, sensing Peter's bottom tremble in anticipation… or was it fear. The unyielding male pussy gripped his finger. James added a second, then three. Peter gasped.

The fingers withdrew. Now Peter could feel the sensation of a swollen cock, probing his little rosebud, easing inside him, pushing hard against the understandable resistance. He knew what his boss was expecting of him but it didn't make it any easier. It felt like déjà vu. Finally, Peter relented and did what he knew he had to do, pushing back and impaling himself on his boss's cock as James began the urgent humping that his wife had been denying him.

Next door, Mrs Shepherd couldn't help herself. The walls were paper thin and her ear was pricked as she listened intently to the sound of bedsprings squeaking in time with the two tightly entwined bodies working as one. Deep straining grunts and groans mingled with the smacking of flesh against flesh and the familiar slurp of her husband's pile driving cock. She felt strange, jealous even. Part of her was relieved but part of her knew she was missing out. She was also annoyed…. annoyed that her husband simply had to satisfy his animal instincts at all costs.

And James was certainly doing that. "Ooooh, that's good. You see, that wasn't so difficult was it?" James asked. Back and forth, he thrust into the boy's pussy that was firmly clamped around his thick organ. "You know, Taylor. I've been missing this for weeks. You're going to get a damned good seeing-to tonight, he chuckled. Peter's back suddenly arched and an involuntary orgasm dribbled down onto Mrs Shepherd's delicate lace panties as his bottom clenched rhythmically on his boss's penis, which in turn was pumping load after load of thick white sperm into his red hot bottom.

With his boss still firmly embedded, Peter knelt there recovering and as he waited for the next inevitable assault, he thought about the further humiliations that lay ahead for him in his new life….

- a life in pretty little girl dresses and underwear.

- wearing his bride's wedding gown and re-living his wedding night with his boss.

- being dressed by the Shepherd's two daughters and their boyfriends.

- facing his mother and sister in his 'Sunday best' dress.

- typing the Marketing Director's love letters to his 'wife'.

- a new company uniform with a shorter skirt and more petticoats.

- having to work in the Finance dept. with the staff he knew so well.

- a public, panties down spanking for any mistakes.

- Friday afternoon blowjobs for the mail boy.

- and worst of all… having his boss shag him whenever he felt the need.

And at that moment, Peter reached another glorious climax. Happiness… was being 'Bossed into Panties'.

  

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