Bossed Into Panties

by Karen Petties

   

Chapter 12: Fancy dress surprise

With a week to go before Christmas, and two weeks before Peter and Debbie's wedding, everyone was talking about the company's annual party. This year it had been decided to make it fancy dress and each department had chosen their own theme. Peter's department had agreed they would go as 'Vicars and Tarts'. Peter himself had other things to think about and just let the girls get on with it, but at the last minute, he asked Jan to hire him an outfit along with anyone else who couldn't be bothered to sort one out themselves. Big mistake!

On the Friday afternoon of the party, everyone stopped work around 5pm and began to get ready. Jan left the office and returned at 5.30 with the four outfits she'd arranged to hire. She walked into the Finance office clutching several large bags and saw that most of the girls had already changed. Debbie asked for Peter's outfit and offered to take it through to his office. "Here you go" Jan replied and gave her one of the bags.

Peter looked up as his fiancée walked in to his office. He was just finishing off a letter but he was immediately distracted. "Jeez" he said and gave her a long whistle. "Nice" he drooled. "You should dress like that more often."

Her fancy dress costume consisted of a low cut, see-through blouse and a lacy push-up bra underneath that made her massive breasts look even bigger, if that was possible. The black shimmery satin miniskirt barely reached her thighs and only just hid the bottom of her panties, though clearly showed her stocking tops and straining black lacy suspenders. The 'sensible' shoes she normally wore to the office had been replaced by sexy stilettos with three inch heels, and she was also wearing a trashy gold ankle bracelet, something she'd normally detest.

"Well? Do you like it?" she asked with an impish grin and pirouetted so he could admire the view from every angle. The skirt was not only obscenely short, but also so tight that it hugged every contour of her bottom and even revealed the outline of the elastic in her tiny panties. On a normal day she would be mortified if her panties were visible and usually wore a waist slip to hide any tell-tale signs under her skirt. But tonight was different. She felt as hot as she looked and for once, she was determined to enjoy all the attention. She paraded up and down the office as if she was on a catwalk and with every movement, her skirt lifted a little, revealing more and more of her delectable thighs.

"Christ, I can see your knickers" he said, mouth wide open. "I know one vicar who's going to be all over you tonight."

"You can't really see them, can you?" she looked worried, concerned that she'd maybe gone too far. "Hmm, I didn't want them showing that easily" she said, tugging the hem of the short skirt. "They're a bit special, if you know what I mean…. for your eyes only, darling" she lied, and lifted the hem to give him a tantalising glimpse. "Getting interested?" she teased.

Peter's heartbeat raced, as she kept going until the skirt was above her waist. "Bloody hell" he exclaimed breathlessly. They were the tiniest panties he'd ever seen her wear, the tiniest he'd ever seen anyone wear for that matter. They were black silky nylon with lace at the front, and narrowing into a thin strip of material covering her crotch. When she swivelled round he could see that they completely disappeared into the crease of her buttocks and then re-appeared at the waistband. With her back to him, she leaned forward and glanced behind.

"Holy shit!"

She giggled and bent right over, grasping her ankles. Her buttocks parted and the lace edged nylon pulled taut across her pussy. She slipped a finger inside the panties and teasingly adjusted the wispy nylon over her sex. Peter stared open mouthed. Her pussy was clearly visible through the filmy nylon panties and his penis began to tent the front of his trousers.

"OK, show's over" she laughed, straightening up and pulling her skirt down again. "Am I decent" she asked.

"Well... hardly" he gasped. "Hey, you can't leave me… not like this" he pleaded, looking down at the bulge in his trousers.

She laughed. "Down boy… later" she promised with a glint in her eye.

"Oh and this is the outfit Jan hired you" she said pushing the bag across his desk. Peter tipped the contents out.

"Hey just a minute, she's given you the wrong one" he said, holding a girl's blouse and noticing various items of flimsy lingerie.

Debbie laughed, opened the door and shouted over to Jan that there'd been a mix up with Peter's costume. "You've given him a load of girl's stuff" she laughed.

"No. That's right. He never bothered to say what he wanted so we thought he ought to go as a tart for a bit of a laugh" Jan explained. "I hired most of it but the undies are mine so tell him to be careful with them, will you."

Debbie raised her eyebrows and closed the door again. "Did you hear that?" she laughed. "You're going as a tart!"

"Oh yeah? I don't think so" he replied sarcastically. "There's no way I'm wearing any of this" he complained, examining a pair of rather sexy hot pants.

"Course you can. Jan's right for once, it'll be a laugh. A chance to get in touch with your feminine side" she giggled, examining a pair of flimsy see-through knickers. "Ooh you'll enjoy these, very pretty" she teased, before it suddenly struck her that Jan might actually be trying to make a fool of them both. "Hmmm, I'm not sure I'm happy about you wearing that little minx's lingerie though. You don't think she's getting back at me because I pulled her up about her panties the other day do you?"

"Getting back at YOU? You haven't got to wear this bloody stuff have you? What about ME?" he replied, sensing a way out. "Look, I don't think this is a good idea. No, I'll just….."

"Hold on, hold on. It's too late to change it now" she interrupted. You'll just have to wear them… or everyone will think you've got a hang-up about dressing as a girl" she teased. "And besides, I'd like to see if it turns you on" she smiled, continuing to tease him. She then added, "mind you, you'd better not be turned on by her underwear, or there'll be trouble."

"Don't be daft! Oh alright come on then, give them to me" he sighed, and she handed the panties over with a wry smile. Now he had a problem. He was wearing his 'normal' set of lingerie underneath his suit. Today's set was a rather pretty baby blue. He had to get rid of her while he changed. "Um, do I get some privacy round here then?"

"Oh you're so shy all of a sudden" she smiled. "Jesus, I've seen you undressed before. What's up? Besides, you'll need some help with that bra won't you?"

"No, it's OK, I'll be fine. Um… I mean…. I've managed to get your bra off enough times… so I kind of know how they work. Besides, it wouldn't look good would it…. you in here with me naked…. in front of the staff and everything."

"OK then, whatever you say. Give me a shout if you need a hand though" she laughed, and left him to change whilst she chatted outside his office. Peter sighed and picked over the clothes. There was a black sheer blouse, not unlike Debbie's, and Jan's black nylon bra and panty set with embroidered red roses and the most exquisite lace. The pantyhose, also black, had a shiny satin appearance and were silky to the touch. Finally the hot pants. They looked tiny. Sparkly silver hot pants that shimmered and sparkled in the light, and were designed to cling to every curve of a girl's bottom. Even the zip looked sexy. It deliberately ran down the back and would leave a guy in no doubt, that all would be revealed inside. One simple tug is all it would take.

"Shit! Why does this keep happening to me?" he muttered, as he quickly undressed and locked away the lingerie he'd been wearing in his desk. Now the difficult bit. He had to get this lot on without getting a hard-on!

Debbie and the other girls burst into laughter when he eventually emerged from his office. He was teetering on unfamiliar three inch heels but he looked really sexy.

"Look at these hot pants, they're far too small" he complained. Debbie turned him round. He was right, they hugged his tight rounded buttocks before dipping sexily into the cleft between. She couldn't resist feeling his bottom up, which caused him to swivel round, protesting. "Look, pack it in Debs, what do you think you're playing at… in front of everyone" he complained under his breath.

Debbie ignored him. "He loves being touched up, girls" she giggled "and the hot pants look fine to me. They're supposed to be tight. That way, they show off your bottom and you've got such a sexy bottom darling. Don't you love his bottom girls? God' he looks really HOT in those HOT pants, doesn't he? And I hope you're wearing your HOT little panties inside your HOT pants" she laughed.

They were amazed and delighted at the way she was goading him. "Um, don't you mean MY hot little panties?" Jan reminded her. Debbie frowned. "Really Debbie, you should never allow your fiancée to get into another girl's panties. Whatever next?" she teased.

Debbie ignored her and returned her attention to Peter's hot pants. "Yep, that's a real girl's bottom if ever I saw one" she reflected, feeling his tightly packaged buttocks. "You know what darling? You look just like one of those pretty oriental transvestites, what do they call them… oh yes, ladyboys" she laughed. "That's what you are tonight, a cute little ladyboy, out on the pull." The girls erupted into laughter. "Now, don't get upset darling, they look really cute don't they girls?

"Apparently, a lot of guys really go for them" Sylvia agreed. "I guess they get off on a girl with a little extra… you know… between their legs. It must spice things up for them" she laughed.

"Anyway, however sexy you feel in that bra and panties, you can't afford to get excited in those hot pants or it'll be very obvious" Debbie advised. "Even if some guy starts touching you up" she teased.

"I don't think that's an IF… I think you mean WHEN" Sylvia added. "Darling, he's hot. They won't leave him alone dressed like that, specially if we do his hair and make-up."

"Ooh yes. Let's do it. Come on Sylvia, you're great with make-up, you do it for him" Debbie urged.

"Oh no! That's enough. No make-up" he said firmly.

"Oh yes. Come on darling, get into the spirit, will you? It's Christmas for God's sake. Lighten up" she said, and sat him down.

Sylvia was only too pleased to oblige and asked Debbie to hold him still for her. Debbie stood behind and held his head, as Sylvia sat on his lap and began with his lips. She used a deep red lipstick that she applied quite liberally, giving him plump, pouty, and very kissable lips. Next came the blusher. "Mmmm, he's got nice high cheekbones for a boy, they really take this blusher well don't they?" she said in a mater of fact voice.

Debbie continued to hold him firmly as Sylvia went to work with mascara and an eye pencil. "Yeah, and he's got pretty, delicate eyes as well, not heavily set like most guys have" Tracy added.

"Look, stop blinking" Sylvia warned him with a stern voice. I'll have mascara in your eyes if you're not careful. That's better. Oh yes, that looks lovely!" she exclaimed. "Oh yes, very cute. Now, has anyone got some eye shadow, a dark one preferably."

Debbie had just the colour she was after. "Here, take mine" she offered, and went back to holding Peter still. Sylvia applied the eye shadow more heavily than she normally would. She wanted his make-up to look really over the top, and the thick dark eye shadow really set his eyes off a treat. "Well Peter, you really do have girl's eyes now. I'm not kidding, you look dead cute."

"Well it's not surprising with all this bloody gunge" he remarked sullenly, causing a ripple of laughter.

Debbie loved what they'd done to him. "Let me see, darling. Oh yes that's really cute, what an improvement. I think it's the eyelashes that really do it for me. I'd never noticed how long they were before. With all that mascara, they're really nice and thick. Very sexy. God, most girls would kill for eyelashes like that, wouldn't they girls?"

Sylvia agreed. "You're right, they are long for a guy aren't they? You'll be able to flutter those pretty eyes at all the cute boys tonight, won't you?"

"Oh yes darling, you'll simply have ALL the boys chasing you tonight… won't he girls?" Debbie smiled.

"They'll be gagging for it when they see him in that little lot" they squealed.

"Yes, you look a right little minx darling" Debbie laughed, as she plugged in her curling tongues and began to run them through his long blond hair.

"What the hell are you doing now?" he protested.

"You just need a few pretty curls, sweetheart. Look, sit still Peter, for God's sake. This is difficult enough" Debbie replied. "Sylvia, would you hold him this time. Thanks, that's better. Oh yes, what pretty hair you have darling… and it's going to be all girly curly" she laughed. For the final indignity she produced a white satin ribbon, and tied his hair at the back with a very pretty bow. "That's it, now all we need is a touch of perfume to finish you off" and she reached for her spray.

Peter stood up and backed away. "Oh no, not perfume Debbie, please. Darling… that's enough… no…. please don't" he begged. He was dieing of shame as it was.

She followed him menacingly, holding the dreaded perfume bottle in her outstretched hand. "But darling, you always say how much you like my perfume. It's just a final touch…. and it's guaranteed to get a guy's attention" she laughed, and before he could stop her she'd spritzed him all over. He reeled away, choking with the heady scent, but she'd already grabbed the waistband of his hot pants and was trying to force the bottle inside.

The girls were all creased up with laughter as they struggled together.

"Noooooo, get off" he yelled, and suddenly he was off, running down the office as fast as the stiletto heels would allow, which wasn't very fast at all.

"Quick!" Debbie shouted, "cover the exits girls… grab him." They ran to the doors and blocked his escape. The girls were shrieking uncontrollably as he dodged in and out of the desks trying to evade them but he was really struggling in the heels and eventually ended up in a heap on the floor with them standing over him, breathless but giggling and triumphant.

He went to get up but a few of them quickly pushed him back down and sat on top of him. "Uh-uh, where do you think you're going?" they goaded him. He was helpless and looked up pathetically at Debbie for help. She definitely had the upper hand now, and made up her mind that he wasn't going to get away with it this time.

Outside the Finance office, the shrieks and general commotion over the last few minutes had attracted the attention of two passing girls. Curiosity got the better of them and they went to investigate. "What the hell?….." They both worked in Personnel, and Peter immediately recognised one of them as Claire, and the other was her boss who was quite senior. "What on earth…. what's he doing dressed like that?" they laughed.

"Finance are going to the party as vicars and tarts… and Peter's going as a tart" Debbie explained. We've just finished getting him dressed but we're having a little trouble with his perfume."

"Getting him dressed?….. oh my God" Claire repeated. She was quite shocked. "Peter, is that really you?" she said holding her hand to her mouth, whilst taking in the clothes he was wearing as well as the heavy make-up. "Oh God, I've just realised. Oh Peter, it's you isn't it… what you were talking to me about the other day. It isn't Henry at all, it's you" she said, as everything suddenly became clear to her. "Oh, I don't believe it" she giggled, recovering from the shock of seeing the Finance Manager en-femme. "Hey I do like that bra, Peter. I'm sure the guys will love it too" she teased. "Are you wearing a pair of Debbie's knickers as well?" she asked.

To Debbie's annoyance, Jan quickly cut in. "Actually Claire, that's my bra he's wearing, and yes he is wearing the knickers to match. They're little black ones with pretty red embroidery across the front and lace around the legs" she teased, enjoying the scowl on Debbie's face and Peter's vacant expression.

By this stage however, Peter wasn't really listening. Lying on the floor and looking up, he had a wonderful view up the skirts of all the girls above him, including the lovely Claire. It was something that Debbie suddenly picked up on.

"Uh-uh. Naughty, naughty" she chastised him. "Watch out girls, he's looking right up your skirts."

"No! Oooh the dirty beast!" Claire responded, bringing her legs together and holding the hem of her short skirt. The other girls immediately followed suit.

"Now then Peter, what have I told you about looking up girls' skirts? You're looking at their knickers aren't you? That's very, very rude. You bad boy! Why is it, men have such filthy habits?"

With that, she knelt down and once again, grabbed the waistband of the hot pants. In so doing, she unwittingly gave him an unrestricted view of her panties but he was more concerned that she was again attempting to get that dreaded bottle of perfume inside his hot pants.

"Noooo" he cried, squirming under the combined weight of the girls pinning him down.

"Tracey, would you move up a bit and grab his arms" Debbie asked.

Tracey smiled and slid up onto his chest and clamped his arms under her knees, giving him a close up view of her panties. "Well I guess I'm going to see yours soon enough, so you can see mine" she laughed, noticing him staring between her legs.

Peter was still trying to break free but Debbie seemed happy that they had him under control. "OK girls. Hold him down. That's it…. hold him nice and still now."

Peter stared at Tracey's very cute pale pink panties that were no more than a few inches from his face. "Noooo. Please Debbie." He shivered as he felt the cold glass bottle penetrating his hot pants and slipping easily inside the panties. "Debbie, please…"

She looked up. "What do you think girls? Shall we let him off… or shall we give him perfumed panties?" she smiled.

They began shrieking and urging her on, even Claire. "Do it… do it… do it" they chanted.

"No Debbie, please" he begged her once more, with a tear in his eyes. "I'm already covered in the bloody stuff."

The girls laughed at his almost pathetic plea, then quietened down as Debbie appeared to have made up her mind. "I know you are darling but that was just a general spray to make you smell all nice and feminine. That was for the girls…. but this one darling," she said looking directly into his eyes and smiling, "this one's for the boys" and she firmly pressed on the button, releasing a long uninterrupted spray of fine scented mist all around his genitals. There was a loud cheer as they watched their boss struggle with the humiliation his fiancée was piling on.

"Mmmm, there's nothing like perfumed panties to get a boy interested, is there girls?"

They burst out laughing as they watched her liberally soaking his panties in his favourite perfume. It was hilarious to see their boss humiliated this way. Debbie was quite happy to tease and ridicule him in front of them. They weren't even married, yet he was completely under the thumb.

Finally, she removed the bottle and Peter felt the moist panties lovingly caressing his penis in a sweet scented embrace.

"Come on girls, let's hit the party and find us some men" Vicky shouted. With much laughter they helped him back up and headed off, with Peter's heels making a distinctive 'click-clack' sound on the hard wood floors. Just outside the staff canteen where the party was being held, a group of girls from the typing pool blocked their way. They were normally all dressed in the standard company uniform that one or two departments were still required to wear, but tonight, they were all in short black French maids' dresses that flared out over a froth of white petticoats and black seamed nylons.

Peter hung back a little. "I think we should go round to the other entrance" he said, looking worried.

"Don't be daft. We're here now" Debbie replied curtly and pushed forward through the throng followed by the other girls.

Unfortunately for Peter, the group of young typists had spotted him at the back and waited for their opportunity. "Oooooh, look at him! Mmmm, nice legs, dearie. Now, have you got your eye on any particular guy tonight?" they laughed, closing ranks around him.

"Let me through" he insisted, their puffed out satin skirts brushing sexily against his thighs. Peter knew they were simply getting their own back. He'd always thought of the typing pool as the lowest of the low and had frequently complained about their poor service, eventually employing another secretary to handle his typing.

"What's a matter sweetie, not afraid of a few girls are you?" and they started to paw at his breasts and feel his bum. He tried to break free but they were holding his arms and pushing him back against the wall. "Ooh nice bottom, feel that girls, and check out the bra he's wearing. Hey what's that lump inside his hot pants… mmm."

"Ooh… get off" he protested as the departmental supervisor rubbed his penis through the thin, clingy material. "You…. you lot… you're all in trouble" he flustered.

She was rubbing harder now and pressing her breasts into his chest "Oooooooh, and you're getting all worked up down here" she laughed. With a big effort, he managed to literally force them out the way and they were still giggling and yelling insults as he tottered off with an unseemly bulge down the front of his hot pants.

He breathed a sigh of relief, glad to see the back of them. As he arrived in the main hall, he surveyed the scene. The party was in full swing with at least sixty or seventy people there already, and some of the women had really gone over the top with their outfits and make-up. He was also relieved to see at least three other men in women's clothes… but there was a subtle difference. They all looked like burly men in tight skirts, quite amusing. Peter, on the other hand, could almost have passed for a girl. He looked hot and sexy and even those that knew him reasonably well, were fooled until he spoke.

He caught sight of Debbie on the other side of the hall and made his way over to her. He wasn't surprised that several guys had already pounced and were pestering her for a dance, seemingly unaware, or simply not bothered that she and Peter were engaged. Peter's heart sank as he watched her face light up, giggling, teasing and stringing them along as she looked them over and pretended to weigh each of them up as she tried to decide which one to choose. They were loving it, laughing at her jokes, ogling her breasts, and generally pawing at her.

Peter was horrified that the group appeared to be getting bigger and more bawdy by the minute. He found himself elbowed out the way, drifting further and further away as yet more eligible young men joined the throng, all trying to get a better view of her enormous tits. She was surrounded by them, and completely ignoring him. Desperate to get her attention, he pushed his way back through the crowd and rudely interrupted their conversation, asking her for a dance in a loud voice that started as a confidant request but turned into an embarrassing whisper. For a moment, there was a hushed silence at his rather pathetic plea and then they began to quietly snigger as word quickly spread that he was her fiancée.

Naturally, they couldn't understand what a hot chick like Debbie could possibly see in this effeminate, perfumed, mincing pansy of a male. He was standing there dressed as a cute girl displaying a lacy black bra, with long shapely legs encased in silky pantyhose and absolutely reeking of perfume. They waited with baited breath to see how she'd react.

"Oh don't be silly darling, I can hardly dance with another girl now can I?" she said, suddenly bringing hoots of laughter.

"Yes but…. but….."

"Look, maybe later darling" she tutted impatiently, "after I've finished with all these lovely young men" she smiled.

"Wey-hey" they cheered.

"But darling, I… I love you…" he added pathetically, with dewy pleading eyes.

"Ahhhh," they laughed with derision.

"Oh isn't he sweet, boys?" she said in a patronising voice. "Look, if you really love me, you'll give me a little space here. Don't you trust me with these hunks, darling, mmm? Now, you can see I'm a bit busy so run along, darling?" she said, putting her arms round the neck of the hunk standing next to her, and pressing her large wobbly breasts into his chest. "Maybe one of you boys would like to dance with my fiancée? He does look hot tonight doesn't he, and I promise you, he's wearing the cutest little panties" she giggled.

One of them made a grab for him, and he had to quickly retreat outside the group to avoid their unwelcome attention. Peter looked totally deflated. "Now then, where were we?" Debbie smiled. The conversation quickly restarted and she turned her attention back to her entourage of admirers.

Peter was deeply hurt and completely humiliated. He was going to marry the girl, yet she was clearly revelling in all this male attention, flirting madly, and behaving as if he didn't even exist.

"How did you manage to get so many guys to go and chat her up?" Jan asked Vicky as they watched the embarrassing entertainment taking place a few feet away. "You must have called in a lot of favours."

"Not really. They didn't need much persuasion" Vicky smiled.

"No, I suppose not" Jan agreed, then put her fingers to her lips as Peter emerged from the throng and walked over to where they were standing. "She's very popular tonight Peter, isn't she?" Jan said sarcastically, rubbing it in. "If I were you, I'd get her right away from that little lot and on to the dance floor" she suggested.

"Well, I've just asked her to dance but....." and his eyes dropped in dismay as Debbie threw her arms round Henry's neck, looked up into his eyes in a very lovey-dovey fashion and gave him a long, meaningful snog.

"Wow, look at that. I think you're too late Peter" Vicky smiled wickedly. "He's got his tongue half way down her throat."

She was still snogging him as Peter shouted over. "Um Debbie… Debbie... darling…."

She took her tongue out of Henry's mouth and glanced around, looking annoyed. "OH for God's sake… can't you see I'm busy" she glared at him. Then, returning to Henry, she smiled sweetly and moved a little closer, pressing her breasts into his broad chest and gently rubbing her thigh against his crotch. The other guys looked on, jealously. They were a bit fed up, but not as unhappy as Peter. He watched in disgust as she moved away from the throng of men, with her hand suggestively inside the waistband of Henry's trousers, leading him out on to the dance floor.

"Don't go away now boys. It'll be your turn soon. I'll be back for each of you… later" she giggled.

The young guys began chatting animatedly and Peter overheard every word. He felt positively sick.

"Lucky bastard! Just look at those tits, have you ever seen anything like them? And look at that skirt, you can see her knickers every time she moves."

"She's doing it on purpose, she wants everyone to see."

"Randy little bitch."

"Yeah, I had my hand up her skirt she didn't even flinch."

"What the…?"

"And I tell you, those panties don't even cover her fanny. Nice and damp they were, by the time I'd finished."

"You dirty sod."

"Yeah, well that's nothing. She was feeling me up and giving me a right boner."

"You what? I thought she was off limits. Someone said she was supposed to be engaged?"

"Yeah she is, that wanker behind us" and they all turned round and laughed at him.

"Huh! No competition there, then."

"She's definitely hot to trot tonight."

"She's gagging for it, isn't she?"

"I reckon she's in the mood to do us all."

"Hey, when she comes back, why don't we take her to one of the top floor offices? It's quiet up there and the Security guy never makes it past the third floor."

"Shit, I can just imagine those tits wrapped round my cock."

"And those lips wrapped round mine."

"One at each end eh, sounds interesting."

"Don't be greedy, guys. Five at each end is fair, OK" and they all roared with laughter.

Henry and Debbie were soon gyrating to a Madonna number. Peter had never seen her dance like this. Her energetic movements were making her short skirt ride up, revealing glimpses of her panties, the ones she said were reserved for his eyes only. And her huge breasts looked as if they might bounce right out of her blouse at any moment. She was attracting the attention of every male in the room. The music then switched to a slow and smoochy Phil Collins track, and Henry pulled her close.

He was practically dripping testosterone and she melted in his arms, draping herself around his neck again and pressing against his well developed, firm young body. She could feel the truncheon in his pants and rubbed her thigh against it in time with the music whilst breathing in his manly aroma. He responded by holding her tightly and sliding a hand down on to her bottom. "How about we slip out for a breath of air?" he suggested.

"Are you sure you'd be able to walk with that thing sticking out" she giggled, sliding her hand down onto his manhood. She was shocked by the size of it. He felt huge but she didn't want to let on that she was impressed and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"Shit! You're going to bring me off if you're not careful. Come on babe, you know I'm hot for you" he said, nuzzling her neck.

He was sending shivers down her spine. "You're very sweet Henry but you know I'm getting married soon. I'm saving myself aren't I?"

"Saving yourself? You must be gagging for it if you're saving yourself. Don't tell me you aren't turned on by my cock? I bet your panties are all damp just thinking about the size of it" he said.

"You cheeky bastard" she replied, her face reddening and turning away in embarrassment.

"So why don't I just check them out then?" he asked, making her squeal with laughter as his hand crept under her short skirt.

Peter was watching intently, jealousy burning him up. "They make a nice couple, don't they?" Jan shouted in Peter's ear. He gave her a filthy look. "He's such a hunk. A great body, and well built in every department from what I hear! You'll have to keep an eye on him. He fancies her something rotten… and everyone knows she's taken with him. Well, what girl wouldn't be? He's all man isn't he, those muscles, the way he's dressed? I mean, look at the way she's dancing with him… dead giveaway!" she added. "She's got her fanny clamped to his groin, and I bet he's got a raging hard-on…. lucky cow" she said wistfully. "You can see they're hot for each other."

Peter couldn't stand it any longer. He strode over and pulled them apart. But, no sooner had he taken Debbie is his arms than they were interrupted by David King, the Marketing Director.

"Sorry to break things up, but we really can't have two pretty young girls dancing together now can we?"

"I guess not" Debbie agreed with a smirk. "So what are you going to do about it then?" she enquired suggestively.

"You won't mind if I have this dance" he told Peter, elbowing him to one side, and took Debbie's hand without waiting for a reply. Peter could hardly have objected. After all, David King was one of the Directors. But it didn't stop him from feeling totally belittled and ashamed.

"But Debbie, I thought..."

"Look Peter, you can't hog me all evening I'll maybe let you have a dance later, darling. There's all these gorgeous young men and you wouldn't want me to disappoint them would you? You've got learn to share me a little, darling."

"Yes but…."

"And I wouldn't stand in the middle of the dance floor too long either, unless you're looking to get picked up. See you later, darling" and she draped her arms around the Marketing Director's neck, pressed herself into his manly chest and smiled sweetly into his eyes.

Peter looked totally dejected but before he could leave the dance floor, he was confronted by James Shepherd, the Chief Executive. "Ah there you are Taylor. I hope you don't mind me asking you to dance. I can see your lovely fiancée is in great demand tonight and it'll give us a chance to have a chat."

Peter just caught sight of Debbie glancing in his direction and giggling as she was whisked away. "Er… no…that's fine sir. I mean thank you very much sir" he tried to laugh. Peter felt even more embarrassed when the big man put his arms around him and held him close, too close! He was in his fifties, well over six feet tall and his huge frame towered over Peter. He felt as if everyone was watching and laughing, which was not surprising…. they were watching, and they were laughing!

"Um… do we need to dance as close as this… sir? Peter asked timidly.

"What? What's wrong with that when you're dressed as a cheap tart… no I'm only kidding, you make a very attractive looking young lady, very attractive. And there's nothing wrong in a man dancing with an attractive looking girl is there? …. unless you're a little unsure about your sexuality, Taylor. You're not, are you?" he looked concerned.

"Oh no, sir… absolutely not… no it's no problem, no problem at all" he replied. At the same time he was trying to keep an eye on Debbie with the Marketing Director. She was being held very close and he was really pissed when he saw a hand creep round onto her bottom and firmly grasp her cheeks through the tiny skirt, holding her tight against his crotch. She made no attempt to stop him. In fact she was chatting and laughing, enjoying his attention and seemed oblivious to Peter's furious glare.

What he didn't know however, was that she could see him out the corner of her eye and had watched the lecherous Mr Shepherd's hands about to land on his own bottom. Peter flinched and tried to pull away but James sensed his nervousness and pulled him closer, enjoying the feel of the satiny hot pants and the heady scent of his perfume. He let his hand play with the firm, round, girlish bottom in the tight, shiny hot pants. It was turning him on and he knew Peter would soon be aware of it. Peter wanted to break away but for some reason he couldn't. He was ashamed that he was allowing himself to be so openly groped, afraid to offer any sign of resistance. No self respecting girl would allow that, and he wasn't even a girl!

The lecherous James Shepherd was staring to enjoy himself. "You're doing very well here Taylor. I'd say you're making all the right moves as far as I'm concerned."

"Really sir"

"Just relax and enjoy yourself, you're in good hands. In fact, you haven't put a foot wrong yet. And I keep hearing good things about you. Seems to me you'll go far if you keep this up… I'm talking about a Directorship… well in a year or two maybe. It always pays to stay on the right side of people, Taylor. That's what I always say. Keep in with the people that count. In this company, you need to be open minded, try new things, and be prepared to take a few risks. Do you understand me Taylor?"

"Oh.. oh yes of course Mr Shepherd. That's always been my motto sir. Be open minded… try different things… take risks… keep in with the right people… oh yes definitely…. I'm right with you there sir."

"Good…. good boy. I just knew I could rely on you. By the way, is it OK to call you Peter?"

"Oh yes, of course."

"Good… good, and no need to keep calling me sir. You can call me Mr Shepherd, OK? I'm going to take you under my wing Peter. Teach you new ways. Would you like to learn new ways of doing things?"

"Absolutely, sir."

"Yes well, if you work hard underneath me, I promise I'll take you to heights you never even dreamed of, my boy" he laughed.

He'd manoeuvred Peter so the young man's back was facing the wall. Peter could feel James's hard-on pressing urgently against him. He struggled uncomfortably in his grasp but James was tugging at the zip in the back of his hot pants and was groping around inside. Peter struggled to no avail.

"Oh I say, these feel like girls' panties don't they young man?" Shepherd laughed as he ran his hands over the thin nylon covering Peter's bottom. They are too.... well, well… do you like wearing girls' knickers Peter? I like a boy who's not embarrassed to step into a pair of girl's panties, put on some perfume and make-up, and show his feminine side. You aren't embarrassed at me saying that are you Peter?"

"Er.. no, no not embarrassed sir… er… Mr Shepherd…. this is a fancy dress party after all… and they're just girls' knickers, sir."

"And you're not afraid to show your feminine side, are you Peter? It takes a strong man to do that" he said, deftly undoing the button at the waist of the hotpants.

"Ooh" Peter winced as he felt them go a little slack at the waist. "Er no, no of course not sir. What's in a pair of panties eh?" he tried to laugh, worried how long the hot pants would stay up without any support.

"Good. I like you Peter…. and I like you even better in panties. I know we're going to get on just fine" he said, stroking the silky, rounded buttocks.

"Um… can you let me go now sir…. er... please" Peter said, sounding more serious. "My fiancée…. she's looking for me."

"Really? She looks like she's rather engrossed in some of those touchy feely Marketing activities to me. Anyway, if you step away right now, those hot pants are going to drop to the floor like a stone. The only thing holding them up right now Peter… is me. Are you ready to show the whole company your pretty panties?" he laughed. Peter realised he wasn't joking. "No, no I thought not… and we're starting to get on so well aren't we my boy? No, I think what you and I need right now, is a bit of privacy so we can discuss your future here and work out a plan of action. You could have a very bright future here my boy, but I have to be honest and tell you that your job is a bit vulnerable in this next set of redundancies…. but I'm sure it won't come to that, will it? You know the right thing to do, don't you?" Peter looked at him dumbfounded, not really sure what to say.

Debbie was also having problems of her own. David was all over her like a rash. Every time he tried to get his hand under the hem of her skirt she would push him away with a little smile. David knew she didn't really object or she wouldn't still be dancing with him. She hadn't exactly fought him off, just made a token effort for respectability. He'd seen this sort of behaviour so many times before and sure enough, on his next attempt, she didn't try to stop him. She was now in the middle of the crowded floor, people dancing all around, with her skirt exposing those tiny panties and David's hand clutching her pale pink buttocks. Fortunately, no one really noticed because they were packed so closely. Peter watched intently but he couldn't see the hand groping her. There was however a wicked smile on his fiancée's face as she gyrated her bottom and allowed David's long fingers to explore the front of her gossamer thin nylon panties, and the tell-tale damp crotch. Her eyes rolled and she flung her head back when he rubbed against her pussy and began to probe the entrance through her panties.

David smiled at her response. He knew she was his, now. "Well Debbie, I hear you're getting married soon and after that you'll have to be a good girl, won't you?" he said. "So, whilst you're still a free spirit, how about I give you a nice long screw in the privacy of my very comfortable office? You'll really have something to compare on your wedding night then won't you?" She gasped at his nerve, and the forward and very earthy approach with a complete lack of any pleasantries. "Does Peter get you this wet eh?" She looked at him wide-eyed. "Yeah, you're gagging for it girl. Once I've made love to you, you won't be able to get my cock out of your mind, especially on your wedding night. You'll be wishing it was me inside you, not him. Ten inches of real man. I'll even let you sit on my face, how about it?" he offered generously and stuck his tongue out a full six inches. "This tongue is designed to do things to your pussy that you haven't even dreamed about. Can you imagine what it's like to have it licked non-stop, for two hours?"

"MY GOD" she exclaimed breathlessly, trying to pull away, "you're disgusting!"

"Maybe, but when you feel me inside you, you're going to go off like a rocket" he promised. Wait till I find that sensitive little spot. Bet that wanker of a boyfriend doesn't even know it exists, does he?" he laughed.

She was shocked, but she was also as horny as hell… and though she didn't want to admit it, desperate for some cock… all at the same time. She couldn't be unfaithful to Peter though…. could she? It was one thing to flirt but to take things further…. She could feel his boner pushing hard against her tummy and her pussy was soaking wet with his finger working on her. She gasped. She couldn't stop herself now, and she squirmed about in his arms. She looked over in Peter's direction to see if he'd noticed. He was being groped in much the same way and in fact Mr Shepherd was forcefully leading her fiancée off the floor.

She gasped again and quickly forgot about Peter as David worked his finger deep inside her. "Ooooh, you bastard" she swore under her breath, though holding on to him ever tightly.

Meanwhile, Peter found himself literally dragged from the dance floor and through the group of lads who'd been chatting Debbie up earlier. "Whoagh, look at that, Debbie's fiancée has pulled. Yeah, first punter of the night, didn't take long did it, the little tart. Don't worry, we'll look after your girlfriend while you're away" they laughed.

In front of Peter now, were the dreaded girls from the typing pool. As soon as they saw Shepherd, they politely parted to let them through but it didn't stop them from touching up Peter's bottom on the way. "Oooh, where are you off to so soon? Don't get your knees dirty" they whispered in his ear.

Peter found himself being led down the executive corridor and into James's imposing office. It was dark and quiet inside and had the distinctive smell of polished wood and new carpet. There was the sound of a key turning and then they were locked in. James swept the leather topped desk clear of papers, spun the young lad around and yanked off his hot pants and the pantyhose in one swift move. It all happened so quickly and though Peter tried to fend him off, all the time he was thinking about what Shepherd had said to him about the vulnerability of his job. James relaxed and smiled. He knew the protests were only half hearted. In any event he loved a bit of a fight, and his powerful arms lifted Peter clean off the floor and onto the desk with ease.

Peter gasped. The expensive leather felt icy cold against the thin nylon of his panties. "They're pretty knickers aren't they my boy, and I love that perfume you're wearing. Is this Debbie's lingerie then, you naughty boy. Wearing her panties already? She must have known black lacy ones are my favourite" he chuckled.

"Um… no… er… they're not hers… they belong to one of the girls in the office" he replied, then suddenly wished he hadn't said it.

"Really? You're letting the girls in your office dress you in their panties? I haven't heard of that management technique before" he chuckled.

"Well, actually sir… I've… I've been meaning to tell someone about this. It's a bit embarrassing but…. I… I'm being blackmailed by the girls in my office… and they keep making me… making me wear women's clothes…. and last week… um… they even made me wear this… well… this little bridesmaids dress."

"No! A bridesmaids dress? And did they make you wear anything underneath your bridesmaids dress?"

"Yes… yes, they made me wear all these p… p… petticoats… and some f… f… frilly knickers as well. It was awful… I don't know what to do about it sir" he sighed, relieved to have finally got it off his chest.

James Shepherd laughed at the thought of the young man being chased round the office by a group of screaming girls, carrying armfuls of frilly lingerie. "Well it looks to me like you're quite enjoying it, my boy. All that female attention, and your fiancée must be very good natured to let those hot little chicks dress you in their sexy undies. Sounds like fun to me. You make the most of it, my boy. You're only young once" he roared.

James returned to examining Peter's black nylon and lace panties. "Yes, I'll make a note to get my secretary to buy you some French knickers. They're my favourite. Oh, don't be embarrassed, she buys all the naughty lingerie I give my wife so she knows exactly what I like. She'll call you and get your size, OK?" and suddenly he had his hand on the bulge at the front of Peter's panties.

"What…. what do you think you're doing…sir" he asked breathlessly and with a frightened voice.

"Remember what you said Peter. Try new things, be open minded, take risks eh? Now, if you behave yourself, you won't need to worry about all those redundancies will you? In stead of redundancy, I can fast-track you. Would you like to be fast-tracked, Peter?"

"Well er …..yes…. I think so sir….. I…. er…."

Peter froze as he felt James's hand feeling inside his pretty black panties until he found what he was after. "Aha. No use trying to hide it Peter. You don't get a stiffy like this for nothing. I recognise a boy who's attracted to new ideas. Yes, I can see you're enjoying the idea of being fast-tracked. A boy's penis never tells a lie" he laughed. Peter tried in vain to push him away but his resistance was just a token effort now. His penis was already swollen and James knew it was simply a matter of time. He pushed the young boy back until he was lying flat out on the desk, and held him there. With his free hand, he slipped the panties down to the top of his thighs and quickly brought Peter's cock to full arousal. "Now watch me" he instructed and lowered his head until he was able to wrap his lips around Peter's swollen manhood and completely engulf him in his mouth.

"Nooooooo. Oh my God" Peter cried, closing his eyes. But at the same time, he was loving the wonderful sensation of the leathery tongue working its way up to the head of his engorged shaft.

By co-incidence, Debbie was in a similar position in the office next door. She too was laid out on the desk, her mini skirt up round her waist and her moist panties neatly draped over a desk lamp, providing a soft and seductive light to the office. The heat from the lamp was starting to dry them off as well as releasing their sweet perfume into the air.

David was kneeling between her legs, his tongue gently licking and kissing the insides of her thighs immediately above the tops of her nylon stockings. His eyes feasted on her peach like pussy and breathed in her perfumed scent. He paused as he reached her swollen lips. "Christ, I like a girl who shaves down here" he said.

"Stop it" she protested. "I did it for my wedding night… for my husband… for Peter… you mustn't" she squealed. Despite her plea, she was lying back with her eyes closed, gripping the edge of the desk and making no real attempt to resist him.

He smiled to himself. She was one hot and very frustrated, nubile young lady. He knew what she needed and his long snake like tongue moved lightly back and forth over her smooth mound. She felt his tongue lightly graze along the seam of her puffy lips but it didn't stop until the tip had reached the pink rose bud of her ass.

"Oh my God" she bit her lip. He curled his tongue inward with pressure. She felt the tip press against her anus, probing with enough force to enter past the tight muscle of her sphincter… but instead he returned toward her aching pussy, parting her swollen lips.

"Oh God, stop that you bastard…… I don't like it…… oooooh."

He had such a smug look on his face. He could see she was no virgin but from the way she was reacting, it looked like she'd never had oral sex before and he made his mind up to make it a very special experience. His tongue attempted to split the groove right down the centre of her lips, plying her open like the petals of a dainty midnight flower. He probed inside, gathering the dewy nectar seeping from her pussy, teasing her clit.

She moaned and raised her bottom from the leather bound desk as his tongue danced from side to side in a figure of eight over her fleshy trigger. It was a long time since she'd had a man inside her, and experiencing her fist tonguing from a very skilled and knowledgeable lover was a special moment that any girl would long to savour. She had to admit it, he was good, damned good, and he was living up to all his promises in that respect. How could this be wrong, she asked herself? After all, if Peter hadn't neglected her so badly, she wouldn't be feeling this way, she reasoned, shivering with delight as he used his tongue to lightly play with her clitoris.

"Oooooh you bastard" she repeated. She was thrashing around like a girl possessed. Debbie was so worked up she knew she couldn't contain herself any longer and wrapped her creamy white thighs round his neck, firmly clamping his hot lips to her own. Her belly began to tighten, releasing wave after wave of lust and excitement through her contracting pussy.

David was a real expert, he knew how to prolong the torment. He lapped and sucked every couple of seconds, hungrily swallowing down all of the juices that flowed freely from her nether region but kept pausing to ensure she stopped just short of her climax.

Finally, her clit popped out to the point where David could expertly flick the tip back and forth. He knew she wouldn't be able to last long now, no woman ever could. "Oh no…. please….. no…… ooooooh." Her body stiffened, contorted, and her back arched up as she thrust her pussy into his face and clamped her stocking clad thighs around his ears.

She thrashed around as she reached her orgasm but he didn't even pause. His tongue just started all over again, only this time testing her anal passage as well. Her second orgasm wasn't far behind the first. She'd never had multiple orgasms before. She was moaning and yelling wildly with enjoyment… enjoyment and appreciation.

"That's it. You're nicely juiced up for me aren't you girl, and you know what's coming next don't you?" he asked breathlessly.

She looked up, also out of breath, and dazed by the intensity of the orgasms. She knew precisely what he was talking about but she hardly dared to admit to herself that she would let him go any further.

"That's right young lady. I'm going to give you a good fucking, aren't I?"

"Oh no… please… David. I mean it. NO" she cried, looking genuinely frightened.

"No? I don't think you mean…. no" he replied, "not after two orgasms."

"But I'm getting married… Peter would kill me" she whimpered quietly, with feelings of guilt and shame sweeping over her.

He grabbed her thighs and eased them slightly apart. "Ssssh, you know you want it. Now spread those legs nice and wide for me and show me that hot little pussy."

"Noooo….. pleeeease" she sobbed quietly.

"Come on sweetheart, let me help you" and as he eased her legs apart he witnessed her delicate but swollen peach revealing itself to him. "Mmmm that looks so inviting, so VERY tasty. I've wanted to fuck you since the moment I first saw you. You've got a beautiful cunt Debbie and I'm going to fuck it right now, I can't wait any longer."

"Oh my God… no... NO" she squealed, but he'd already released his trousers and was pulling her legs up and over his broad shoulders until her bottom was clear of the desk. "Stop it David… I'm getting married… you.… you….. can't do this… I'm not going to let you" she protested.

"But you're not married yet girl and even brides need to practice you know."

"Get off of me, you… you….." but she could already feel his erect cock prodding and poking her crotch. "No" she cried breathlessly, using her arms to try and lever herself away.

He smiled, undoing the buttons down the front of her sheer blouse and slipped his powerful hands inside her lacy bra as he gently but firmly pressed her back down again. "Nice" he murmured, as she looked up in shock. One push and the bra was clear of her breasts. His hands returned to her massive tits. "Oh yes, very nice" he said appreciatively. He began to play with her sensitive nipples. They were already hard, like bullets, standing bolt upright. "Mmm, I've had wet dreams about these titties" he told her, flicking them gently between his fingers. Once again, she was holding on to the edge of the desk with her eyes shut, taking deep breaths.

Suddenly, her eyes opened wide. She could feel his manhood, carefully positioned between her legs. He moved slowly back and forth, letting her feel the length of what she was about to receive. "You see Debbie, you can't be a prick tease all your life, sweetheart. You know what you've been doing to me these last few weeks. Can you feel how big I am for you darling? Is my sweet little bride-to-be, ready for her main course?" She looked at him, breathless, shocked, unable to move and not knowing what she could say that would make any difference now.

"Oh yes, I think you're good and ready aren't you? You're gagging for it girl. That wanker of a boyfriend has been keeping you short, I can tell. Never mind sweetheart, feel the length of it, it's going to be throbbing inside you in just a moment. And just think, you'll be able to go home and tell wanker boy how good it was to have a real man fuck you. I'm going to show you what you're sacrificing to marry that sissy."

As he rocked back and forth, she gasped at his size. She wasn't used to anything this big and it was gently rubbing against her exposed and swollen pussy lips, making them hot and wet. Again she struggled, not wanting him to think she was easy.

Now come on, stop that struggling or I might end up in the wrong hole" he laughed, as she looked up in horror. She had that look of a frightened little schoolgirl, trying to keep her legs together just like Mummy had told her, yet deep down, wanting to submit. He took his hands off her breasts for a moment and pushed against the insides of her trembling thighs. "No" she said breathlessly, but with a little less conviction. She was still resisting, but using his strength he succeeded in splaying her long shapely legs wide apart, finally exposing and offering her vagina to him. She was wide open now, pink puffy lips, all nicely lubricated. She looked so inviting, ready and waiting to accept his cock, just the way he liked it.

"Oh that's better darling, much better" he muttered. She could feel his weapon beginning to probe the elastic entrance to her sex and his hands returning to play with her breasts. "Mmm, can you feel that Debbie. Nice and hard isn't it. Oooh you're tight aren't you darling, can you feel it stretching you?" he said, teasing the entrance to her vagina with the bulbous purple head.

"Nooo" she cried, a tear running down her cheek.

"Debbie, sweetheart. You may be saying 'no', but your eyes are saying 'yes'. If you really want me to stop I will, OK. Now then, is that what you want? Or, do you want to feel my cock inside you? Do you want me to fuck that sweet little pussy that's made me so hard and horny? Well?...."

"Y……… y… yes" she finally admitted… but you do love me don't you?"

He laughed. "Sweetheart. I want to bed you, not wed you."

"No….. but…. you do…. you do like me….. you do respect me, don't you? It's not just sex is it?"

He had a sick grin on his face. "Of course… of course I respect you sweetheart. Now, is that better?"

'Silly cow' he thought to himself, 'they love to resist but they always come round… eventually'! He gave her a moment to consider what he'd said, and to build on the anticipation of what was coming. "I'm going to release all that pent up repression in your pussy" he whispered and wiped the tears from her face. She moaned softly whilst his cock continued to probe the entrance to her pussy. He felt so big and her natural response was to tighten up, but she made a big effort to relax, knowing she was going to let him do it in the end.

"Ah that's better. See, you can't wait now can you" he smiled. "Anticipation, that's the best bit. It'll soon be deep inside you sweetheart" and he eased the first two inches of his manhood inside her warm moist channel.

"Ooooh" she gasped. It was already stretching her and she was beginning to wonder if she'd be able to take much more.

Her tightness inadvertently stripped his foreskin right back, giving his cock the maximum feeling from her hot vagina. It was a fantastic sensation, although for Debbie, the feeling was more one of discomfort.

"Oooooh, you're too big for me" she gasped.

"Nonsense. You'll soon get used to it. This is what it's like to take a real length, Debbie. That's it baby, here it comes now, here comes the big train…… into the tunnel..… here it comes….. oooh yeah!"

"Ooooooooooh" she screamed as he slowly penetrated, pushing through her last resistance until his cock was finally embedded to the hilt. All opposition was now quelled. "Oooooooh, you bastard! I'm going to be a bride and you're inside me, you bastard" she cried, as her legs stiffened and her toes pointed straight up at the ceiling.

"That's right. Imagine it's your wedding night Debbie, and you're being humped by a real man instead of that effeminate, mincing little pantywaist wanker you call your fiancée." He slammed into her again as if to re-inforce the point.

"Aaaaaaaaaah" she cried.

"Mmm, there's nothing like fucking a bride" he admitted.

"Ooooh" she moaned, now in a subdued and accepting voice.

He backed off, withdrawing his cock, then plunged all the way back in. "Ooooooh". Then all the way out and back in again, slowly picking up speed as he sawed into her pussy. With each rhythmic thrust, his desk thumped against the wall and she moaned loudly every time his balls slapped against her bottom.

"What am I doing Debbie" he asked. "Come on. What am I doing sweetheart?"

"No….. no" she cried, "I'm getting married for Christ's sake."

"Tell me. Tell me or I'll stop. What am I doing Debbie?"

"Ooooh God. Oooooh you're…. you're fucking me… you're fucking the bride. Ooooh you're so deep inside me and you're stretching my pussy with your big cock."

"That's better" he smiled as she finally let go of his desk, grabbed his waist and dug her heels into his back, attempting to pull him deeper inside.

"That's right darling. We can make love another time, can't we? Tonight, you're going to be fucked by a real man aren't you." He'd promised himself he'd give her a length before she was married, and as usual, he was spot on. James smiled, wiping away a lingering tear from her cheek. "Surrender, capitulation, obedience. Those are the three qualities I really admire in a girl… oh and big tits" he laughed.

"You bastard."

"That's right. Now then, let's get to work shall we. Feel my cock inside you darling, feel it stretching you with every thrust." She could feel it alright and it was driving her crazy. She'd never experienced anything like it.

"Ahhh……ahhh……ahhh…..ahhh….ahhh…. oh yessss…. harder… ahhh……ahhh….. oooh you bastard…. ooooooh….give it to me harder..… ahhh…… ahhh….. ahhh.…. ahhh."

In the adjoining office, Peter could hear and feel the rhythmic thump, thump, thump against the shared wall, over and over, then the stream of moans and gasps. It was the unmistakable sound of two people shagging. He wondered who the lucky bloke was. How he wished he was making out with his fiancée right now. Just for a moment he panicked, wondering where Debbie was… but no… she was a good girl. Besides, she was always so passive, and as quiet as a mouse when they made love. There was no way his fiancée would be making all THAT racket!

James Shepherd smiled to himself. "They're having a good time aren't they? Jeez, he's giving her a damned good seeing to, just listen to her. Poor bitch sounds like she hasn't had it for years…. must have been gagging for it eh" he laughed. Of course, James knew exactly whose office was next door. His Marketing Director had told him earlier that one way or another he was going to have Peter's fiancée that evening, and as he put it, 'warm her up nicely for her wedding night'. Still there was no point in upsetting the poor boy, and besides, if he was enjoying himself, why shouldn't she?

Peter was fascinated by all the noise next door when he was suddenly brought back down to earth. "Oh Jesus" he cried. James was holding Peter's manhood, rolling the elastic foreskin back and wrapping his warm wet lips around the tip, using his tongue to tease the purple hood. "Oh my God" Peter muttered, closing his eyes. He was in heaven. In all his life, he'd never had a girlfriend who was prepared to willingly take him in her mouth. He'd read about it, his mates bragged about it, he'd seen magazines and videos with couples doing it... but apart from the brief interrupted session with Jan the other night, he'd never experienced it himself. It was ironic that his very first blowjob would be from another man, and of all men, his boss!

James was gripping his cock tightly between his lips, working them back and forth, practically swallowing him The feeling was exquisite and Peter's cock responded just as if it were a pretty girl working on him. After a few more seconds, James removed his lips and pulled on the boy's raging penis as it jerked uncontrollably, shooting his seed across the desk, landing conveniently on the big leather bound blotter. "That's it" he encouraged, and continued until every last drop had been expelled.

"Mmm, I think you were needing that weren't you? Is that young lady of yours keeping you short before the wedding day?" he smiled. "Never mind, I know just the thing to relieve that tension for you. We can't have you all stressed up like this can we. Not healthy at all."

"I've gotta go" Peter grunted, struggling to climb off the desk, but James roughly pushed him back again.

"Oh no, I'm not finished with my star pupil yet. James rolled the young man over onto his belly with his feet just touching the floor and held him down. In this position, his girlish bottom was nicely positioned and James slid the black lace trimmed panties down his thighs and completely removed them. Peter struggled to break free as he heard the unmistakable sound of a zip, but James bore down on him having released his manhood from the confines of his trousers. In desperation Peter went to yell out, but once again, James was one step ahead of him and stuffed the black perfumed panties into his mouth. "Mmmph."

James was as stiff as a poker now and pressed his erection into the soft round girlish bottom so beautifully displayed across his desk. He probed the entrance to Peter's male pussy, and the young man squirmed and clenched his bottom tightly.

"I like a bit of resistance" he laughed and slapped the rounded cheeks to remind Peter who was boss. He did it again, only harder. Then again and again, putting everything into it. His bottom was turning a rosy red colour and bouncing nicely up and down. At last, James felt the muscles in the young man's bottom start to relax and his cock was able to penetrate the entrance to his male pussy. Peter groaned into the gag. Gripping the trim waist in front of him with his powerful hands, James eased his cock inside the tight hot channel.

"Mmmph" Peter begged but James ignored him and pushed deeper. To make matters worse, Peter's face was no more than six inches away from the Chief Executive's collection of family photos. There was one with his attractive wife and two young daughters and another large photo of his wife posing with a big smile, her pretty face framed by long dark hair. She looked young, much younger than old Shepherd anyway. What on earth did she see in him? Peter imagined her smiling face talking to him across the desk "well then Peter… and how are you enjoying my husband's cock? That's it, work yourself back onto it, he really likes that. Me? No I don't mind. I'd rather he was fucking you than one of the secretaries."

James saw the young lad staring at his wife's picture and slapped the boy's ass again. Don't you go getting any ideas my boy" he scolded. "She's off limits. In fact with her being pregnant and off sex, she's even off limits to me" he laughed, slapping each of the plump rounded cheeks in turn. "Driving me crazy it is. Good job you're going to keep me sane for a while eh… and at least there's no danger of me putting you in the club" he laughed, slapping his ass a little harder now. "Yes, she'll be relieved to know I won't be chasing her all round the bedroom tonight, or running off with some tart" and with a final slap, he began thrusting in and out of the young man's bottom. "Ooh that's better. Oh yessss. God, I was needing this."

Peter resigned himself to letting his boss have his evil way with him. He wanted to hate the feeling of having a cock thrusting inside him, but there was something about it, a feeling deep inside he couldn't explain. Anyway, what could he possibly do…. if he wanted to keep his job? So he lay there and accepted his boss screwing him doggy style. The irony was, that James appeared to be timing his thrusts with the banging of the desk next door… in-out, in-out, in-out. It was as if the two men, whoever the other one was, were screwing in tandem. At the same time, he could hear the girl becoming more vocal and he sensed his boss was waiting. Oh for God's sake, he was waiting for the girl…he was waiting for her to climax. Oh shit, if she was anything like Debbie this could take all night! More often than not, Peter couldn't even get her to the point of orgasm. He found himself willing the guy next door to get on with it. He was mentally urging him to fuck her brains out… 'go on… nice long strokes…. harder… give it to her… go on' he thought. Maybe it was his imagination but their rhythm seemed to pick up and she was yelling out..

"Ahhh…… ahhh…… ahhh….. ahhh…. ahhh…. yes…. yes…. ooh…. ahhh…… ahhh……"

James responded to the growing excitement and noise from the next office by ploughing into the young man with ever more vigour. Peter simply prayed the girl wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. 'Come on you bastard, make her cum for God's sake' he thought to himself. He was willing the girl on, and as if she'd been able to read his mind, she seemed to oblige "oh yes… yes…. yes ….ooooh…. yesssss."

"Thank God", Peter groaned in silence, as James also shuddered to a climax but left his cock buried deep inside the poor boy to enjoy the final lingering moments, as he pumped the last drop of semen into him. Eventually, he was finished and Peter could feel his cock, still hard, but gently twitching deep inside, until that too had ceased.

Chapter 13: Sitting Pretty

It was late by the time Peter and Debbie reached her apartment. After an evening of sex and still feeling a bit drunk and giggly, she practically jumped on him. Whilst pulling his clothes off, she asked if he'd enjoyed the evening. "You seemed to be getting on well with old Shepherd. I reckon he fancies you" she giggled.

"Don't be daft."

"I'm serious. I saw the way he was looking at you. Anyway, it won't do your promotion prospects any harm will it? By the way, where did you disappear to? You were gone for ages?"

"Oh, we went for a chat. He was talking about promotion and the possibility of me becoming a Director."

"Jesus! Oh Peter, that's fantastic. Well done."

"Yeah, and if I make Director, there's nothing to stop you being the new Finance Manager."

"Really? Oh Peter, that would be wonderful. Oh darling, we're going to make such a good team. Mmm, Finance Manager. I can't believe it" she giggled dreamily, already thinking how she would shake things up.

"I didn't see much of you this evening though" he complained... "or the Marketing Director for that matter."

"Er… no. No, he did get a bit fresh… but don't worry darling. Nothing happened. You know what these marketing guys are like. All talk! His tongue was working overtime as usual" she smiled thoughtfully.

"Well, you weren't very nice to me" he added. "I felt a right fool the way you spoke down to me, and the way you were deliberately encouraging all those guys in front of my eyes. It was like you couldn't take your eyes off them."

"Oh, don't be silly darling. It was just a bit of fun. I was teasing them and winding them up. God, they're so gullible. Besides, who am I undressing right now, it's not any of them is it?"

"No, but…."

"You don't seriously think I meant anything I said do you? I was just doing what you keep telling me to do, keeping in with the right people. It was no different to the way you were behaving with the Chief Executive. After all, we've got our careers to think about haven't we?"

"But darling, you were really horrid to me. I was bloody hurt, you know."

"Oh, I do believe you're a teeny bit jealous" she laughed.

"I'm not!"

"I think you are" she teased. "Never mind, I'll make it up to you." Peter was now lying on the bed wearing nothing but Jan's lingerie, with Debbie on top of him. She was busy tying his hands to the bed, something she did occasionally, and as usual he was happy to let her take charge of their lovemaking.

For the next few minutes she sat astride his chest, giggling and teasing him with a slow striptease until she too was down to her bra, stockings and suspenders, and those miniscule panties. His eyes were drawn to her magnificent breasts, almost spilling out of her lacy bra. She then manoeuvred backwards and gently lowered her bottom until their silky panties touched. Sliding along the length of his penis, she let him feel the warmth of her pussy on his manhood. She was desperate to feel a cock inside her for the second time that night but he was still soft and she had to patiently work back and forth, teasing him with the gentle pressure of her swollen lips, kissing their prey through the silky satin of their panties. She was already worked up but the look on her face showed her disappointment that he was still barely aroused and she started to push down and increase the pressure on his manhood. "Come on sweetheart, put some effort into it. What have I got to do to get you interested?" she demanded.

"I suppose a blow-job's out of the question?" he asked sheepishly, thinking how much he'd enjoyed the one he'd received earlier that evening.

"WHAT! A BLOW JOB? You know the mere thought of doing that makes me want to puke, and you promised you'd never ask again. Ugh! No way… never! You just concentrate on ME" she demanded, undoing her bra. "Look at my lovely breasts. I don't get it. Most men would be as hard as a rock by now. Come on darling, you like my titties don't you" she encouraged, rubbing her hands over the big fleshy orbs and tweaking her nipples. She leaned over him, allowing her tits to dangle, and rubbed them over his face. "They used to get you really horny didn't they? Don't you feel sexy tonight hmmm?… after I got you dressed up all pretty as well? You looked so cute in your pretty lingerie and the girls all said how hot you looked tonight" she mused, knowing how he usually responded to her teasing him about his little fetish. "Do you feel hot and sexy in your… er… your ex girlfriend's panties" she asked, finding it impossible to bring herself to use her name.

"Er yeah, they feel… nice" he admitted.

"Nice… only nice?" She was still getting little reaction from him but she persisted in sliding up and down his length. "You looked really hot tonight you know. There were several guys eying you up on the dance floor, you must have noticed." His cheeks burned with embarrassment. "Did you like the boys looking at you darling? Hmm, maybe that's it" she pondered and sat upright. "What about old Shepherd? Did you enjoy him feeling you up… and DON'T deny it, I saw him touching your bottom. Did he give you a hard-on… mmm?" Peter looked away. "OH he DID, didn't he? I could tell from the way you were dancing" she teased. "I bet he snogged you as well" she laughed, watching his reaction very carefully.

"Oh leave it out!"

"Maybe I should find you a nice young man to make love to you and really bring out your feminine side, what do you think? Yeah, I bet you'd enjoy doing it with another boy… better than you enjoy making love to me anyway."

"Oh give me a break" Peter complained, but Debbie wasn't going to let it rest.

"So, what type of guy do you fancy darling? A nice romantic young man, someone to slowly seduce you, and gently introduce you to the pleasures of the cock… or a big tough stud that won't take no for an answer, and rips your clothes off before giving you a good seeing to?"

Peter was dumbstruck at her wild and dirty talk. "For God's sake Debbie. Untie me now and let me up" he protested.

She laughed at his helpless state and let her nipples gently brushed over his lips. "Oh yes, I can see you're getting interested darling. Shall I make the decision for you then? Let's see, you're not really the romantic type are you? I think it's going to have to be the strapping young man… with a nice thick cock… ooh look how red your face is" she teased. She still couldn't feel anything stirring down below and was almost ready to give up. In desperation, she slipped both their panties down and rubbed her aching and wet pussy directly over his penis. After another minute or so it was obvious she was wasting her time and climbed off.

"I'm sorry" he said quietly.

"Oh hell, what's wrong darling?" she asked in a serious but disappointed tone. "Don't I turn you on any more? You know, I've a good mind to put you into a dress, line up some guy for you and see what happens!" She could see that he was starting to look worried. "I'm serious… I am… I'm not joking! I reckon you fancy other boys but you just won't admit it. You should just get it over with" she said watching his reaction extremely carefully.

"For God's sake Debbie, will you shut the fuck up and untie me" he shouted in despair.

"Don't you swear at me" she yelled and stuffed the panties she'd been wearing into his mouth. "You're getting far too lippy, my girl. Now then, we'll have to get you all prettied up for your first time won't we? Let me see, how shall I dress you? Hmm, maybe a short skirt, stockings and suspenders and some tiny knickers, we both know how hot you look dressed as a tart, don't we? Or maybe the sweet innocent little girl look. Ahhh… a pretty little dress, frothy petticoats to make it stand out, and the frilliest little panties for our little virgin girl. Yes, you liked my frilly knickers the other day didn't you? I bet you wish you'd been dressed as a girl when you were a little boy, hmmm? Your mummy really should have put you into girl's panties when you were small. That would have saved us all a great deal of trouble wouldn't it?"

As she continued the taunts and humiliation, she began to see a change. Despite all his protests and the squirming about, he was starting to get an erection…. at last! She was determined to see where this would lead. "Oh yes, I can just see you dressed as a little girl, would you like that darling? And I've just had a thought. Mummy's still got a few of my old dresses… little girly party dresses…. they're soooo cute…. and the sweetest little knickers. I think I'd have been about ten when I wore them. Would you like to wear one of your girlfriend's sweet little dresses and frilly knickers, sweetheart? … I think you would wouldn't you? … and I know that Mummy would love to help me dress you… would you like her to put you into a little dress?… and some gorgeous frilly petticoats….. oooh you would, wouldn't you?"

Debbie knew she'd struck a cord. His cock was as stiff as she'd ever known it and she gently wrapped her fingers around it. "Then all I need to do, is decide which young man I'm going to let take my pretty boyfriend to bed."

Peter looked up at her with panic in his eyes.

Yes, let's see now, how about Henry, you know… at the office. He's absolutely gorgeous isn't he" she said dreamily. The girls never stop talking about him… and they say he's really well hung!" she laughed, stroking Peter's length. "Now, he's got what you call a cock… whereas this…. well you know what they call this, don't you darling?" she teased holding him gently. "This, my darling… is a little boy's penis. She smiled at the look on his face. That's right. Men have cocks and little boys have a penis. I'm sure I don't need to explain any more. You'll soon be able to see for yourself won't you?"

"Mmm, think of that gorgeous black body with those lovely long legs wrapped around you, and that cute little bottom bobbing up and down" she giggled. "Oooh get's me all excited just thinking about it. Mmm, what wouldn't I give for a shag with him right now" she said thoughtfully. "You see what you're doing to me, Peter. I can't stop thinking about other guy's cocks now…. and it's all your fault."

He was genuinely frightened and his face gave it away. He was seeing a side of her he'd never witnessed before.

She was still pulling up and down on his member even though her heart wasn't in it. She was too busy thinking of the good looking black boy at work. "Do you know, I've lost count of the number of times he's asked me out? I didn't tell you because I didn't want to hurt your feelings. Jan says he fancies me rotten. Hey, maybe he'd like a threesome" she teased. "What do you think darling? We could both go to bed with him" she enthused.

"Mmmph" Peter mumbled into the gag, shaking his head.

"Do you ever think about me doing it with other men, darling? Hmmm? I wonder if you ever fantasize about watching a REAL MAN fucking your girlfriend?" she said, emphasizing the word, MAN. "If we do a threesome, you'd be able see what a guy does when he takes a girl to bed… and I don't mean sleep, she mocked. Hey, what a great idea, I should have thought of this before…. then I could watch him making love to you as well."

"That's right, I'd be able to watch your reaction wouldn't I? Then we'd both know whether you really like boys or girls" she giggled as she moved her hand onto his bottom and pushed a finger inside to test his resistance. It made him wriggle and squirm underneath her. Laughing, she removed his gag.

Breathless, and with a bright red face, he vented his anger for a few minutes before calming down and trying to reassure her. "Of course you turn me on darling. It's just... oh I'm not sure, maybe I'm on edge, with the wedding and everything" he lied.

"Well I hope that's all it is. If you don't start using that thing very soon, it's gonna fall off. Maybe you should try watching some porn or something, see if that puts you in the mood. I mean, we haven't done it for weeks now and you've no idea how randy I am. It's OK for you but I need a good shag every night and if I don't get one…. I feel like I'm gonna burst. Anyway, the wedding's not long now and you'd better be in the mood again by then. You've a lot to make up for" she complained as she continued to wank him.

"I know, I know. I'm sure I'll be back to normal after the wedding is out the way and we're off on our honeymoon" he tried to reassure her.

"Good, 'cos I've been dreaming about my wedding night for ages, and I'm expecting a bloody good seeing to after all this time. I don't know.... we discussed your performance... or lack of it, a few months ago didn't we? You said you were just unfit. To think that I even went to that stupid gym with you so you could improve your stamina" she said, suddenly remembering everything that happened on her last visit.

"OK, OK" he said resignedly, "can we change the subject, it's getting boring?"

But Debbie wasn't finished just yet. "I'm telling you darling, if you aren't up to it on my wedding night, I'll find someone who is, someone who can do the job for you. Is that what you want… your bride satisfied by another man… mmm?" she threatened. "One way or another, I'm going to be well and truly shagged on my wedding night, and pregnant by the morning. OK?"

"Yes, yes, I get the message" he tried to laugh. Pregnant? That soon? She must be joking, he thought. Anyway, somehow he had to get things sorted out, and quickly. "Hey, look how hot you've got me now. Come on darling. I'm ready for you" he said, proud of his now rock hard member.

"Oh that's typical! Oh no, that would be far too easy" she replied, releasing his manhood before he came any closer to a climax. "You know it takes you ages to recover. You just save it for your blushing bride and your wedding night, you hear. And no jerking off before the wedding either" she warned him.

"Oh Debbie, please don't leave me like this" he complained, but she gave him a filthy look. "Yes, yes alright" he said with a sigh. "I won't even touch it darling, I promise, OK?" Well at least he could keep his word on that score he mused. She hadn't forbidden the girls at work from touching him though!

With a wicked smile, Debbie then reached into her bedside cabinet and brought out a large black dildo in the shape of a man's penis.

"Hey, what's that" he complained, knowing full well what it was.

"This is my best friend."

"God, you don't really use that do you?" he looked disgusted.

"Well of course I do. You see, this is what my sex life has come to. I have to use it whenever I'm not getting any attention from you or I'd go mad. So, as you can imagine, it's been real busy just recently" she retorted.

"It's disgusting" he said, looking a little worried. "The size of it, I mean it… it….."

"…Looks like the real thing?" she offered. "Check it out, darling. See what you think" and she placed it between his lips.

"Get off" he spat, throwing his head to one side.

She pulled his face back, and holding him firmly, once again placed it between his lips. "Come on, be a good boy. Just think about the lovely warm little hole it was in last night. Besides, you wanted a blow-job didn't you?" she smiled.

"No… no!"

"Can you feel the head of it darling, it's so realistic isn't it? Feel it stretching your lips.... mmmmm.... feel how smooth it is against your tongue."

He mumbled and spluttered, his mouth full of the plastic intruder.

"That's it. See, you like it really. Oh I can see you're going to need plenty of instruction if you're going to be any good at giving your boyfriend a blow-job. Now, I want you to show me how well you can suck the tip into your mouth. Wrap your lips completely over the head… over the little ridge… the boys really love that. Ah yes, doesn't that feel good? Now keep your lips tight and watch it move in and out… in and out…. in and out. Oh you're such an expert little cock sucker, aren't you darling? Now I want you to lick the shaft up and down like a good boy. No, not like that! Do it slow and seductively, like you're licking a lollipop. That's it... just like that... there, now let's see how far you can take it down your throat. Oh they love it when you do that, don't they? That's it. Good boy…. very good… ooh are you sure you haven't done this before darling?" she asked, easing it further and further down his throat and making him gag and splutter.

"That's it. Choking is good, very good. Makes them think they've got such a big one, you can barely take it. Oh sweetheart, if I didn't know you better I'd say you'd had a little bit of practice at this" she teased. If only she knew the truth!

Thankfully, she removed the dildo before he completely choked to death. "I thought you'd never done a blow-job" he spluttered breathlessly. "So how come you know so much about it, what guys like, and everything?"

"Only what I've read… and what girlfriends have told me" she laughed.

He looked unconvinced, and as he tried to get his breath back, his eyes widened in fear. She was slapping some Vaseline around the dildo. "What on earth are you doing?" he pleaded.

She smiled and placed it at the entrance to his anus.

"Oh my God. For Christ sake, why are you doing this? Darling…."

"See how big it feels, my precious fiancée" and she eased the first inch inside.

"Oh Christ!" he screamed. "Take it out" he demanded loudly.

"No! I want to see how you react."

"OK, OK. I'm sorry I wasn't in the mood darling, really I am" he pleaded.

"I know you are" she smiled. And I forgive you… this time… but the least you can do, is something nice for me" she said, leaving the dildo sticking out of his ass as she stood up and placed her feet either side of his head. He was looking straight up at her gaping pussy, her gorgeous…. shaved pussy!

"Oh my God, you've shaved" he looked shocked.

"It's my special wedding present for you, darling. Do you like it?"

"Oh I do, I do. You know I've always wanted to see your pussy shaved."

"Well that's good, 'cos now you're going to see it REAL close" she laughed.

The sight of her standing above him gently caressing between her legs, and the realisation of what was about to happen, sent a shiver down his spine. "Oh no… please darling, not that… you nearly suffocated me last time" he muttered.

"Nonsense! Come on sweetheart, mouth wide open, pucker those lips. I haven't gone through the hell of all that shaving for nothing you know. I want my reward and I want it NOW! Jesus I'm SO gagging for it… here I come darling." He watched her pert bottom descending slowly. "Nice and wide, come on sweetheart."

"Darling I love your pussy but I can't breathe… I… oh Debbie… no… please Debs… no ….mmmmph"

"Well, it's your own fault. If you satisfied me in bed like any other healthy young man would, then you wouldn't have to do this. Now, I won't tell you again. Get that mouth OPEN" she demanded, holding his nose. She could feel his breath against her pussy as she lowered her crotch. "Whether you like it or not, you're going to be queened." He grudgingly parted his lips. "That's better…. gooood boy…. oooh that's nice" she purred as she settled herself on his warm, moist lips.

"Mmmmmph" he spluttered again as she straddled his face, stifling any more protests.

Her fleshy buttocks had completely engulfed him and as she forced her hot and sticky lips over his mouth he gasped for air. "Mmm…. mmmmph." His eyes were wide open with fear as he writhed around, trying hopelessly to unseat her.

"Gooood boy" she encouraged, wriggling about to get herself nice and comfortable then grinding her pussy into his mouth. She was sitting on his face, bolt upright, with a satisfied and almost imperious look about her. "Now get that tongue working you bad boy, I want to feel it deep inside me… reaching all those places your cock never seems to. Yeah that's it, get in there…. mmmmmm." At that point, she reached behind and worked the dildo a little deeper inside him. He let out a muffled squeal, but the pain was mixed with a very strange feeling that made his penis tingle and stiffen with anticipation. He tried but he couldn't hide the reaction to the big intruder. His bottom jerked from the bed and his penis began to stand up.

"Oh my God, look at you" she shrieked, watching the change in his penis. Well, well, well. Is it the taste of my pussy…. or the feel of my big boy inside you that's doing it? Oh yes, that's nice isn't it? Yes, I can see you're loving that aren't you, darling" and she touched a switch on the base of the dildo which triggered a slow vibrating action. He mumbled into her pussy as the dildo hummed softly, massaging his anus with a strange and erotic sensation. "Come on now, get licking dammit!" she instructed, intrigued by the sight of his growing erection.

Peter writhed and squirmed helplessly with Debbie's 'big boy' pulsing inside him, whilst getting to work on her pussy. He couldn't have known she'd had a tonguing AND a good shag earlier that night and that she was right in the mood for some more. What he did know however, was what she expected from him. Screwing was out of the question when she was in this frame of mind and he reluctantly began to lick his fiancée's pussy as he struggled for air. He was curious that she was so wet, as if she'd recently cum… yet he felt sure she couldn't have… could she?

"Oh yes darling, oh you're making me so hot you bad, bad boy" she yelled, riding his sweaty face and grinding her clitoris back and forth over his tongue, enjoying the delights of queening her fiancée. She touched the dildo again, causing it to speed up, and began to thrust it in an out of her fiancée's bottom. Once again he jerked in response, his penis now standing bolt upright. It gave her such a feeling of power. "Oh yessss…. yessss" she squealed and climaxed into his mouth. "Ooooh….. darling that was wonderful, mmmm, keep your tongue in there sweetheart."

"Oh, just look at you" she stroked his erection, "you really are enjoying it aren't you" and she toughed the dildo again and turned it up to full speed. He tried to say something but his mouth was completely squashed as she starved him of air. "Oh yes, it's a lovely feeling isn't it? It's just the best, isn't it sweetheart" she laughed, rubbing up and down on his manhood as the dildo hummed away. She was watching the reaction from his throbbing penis when she suddenly stopped wanking him and switched the dildo off. "Uh-uh, don't you even think of cumming now. I'm not having you waste yourself on a handjob. I know what you're like, and I want you building your energy up for our wedding night."

"Mmmmph" he moaned and struggled to break free for air.

"That doesn't mean you can stop what you were doing though. You haven't finished yet have you? You're such a naughty boy aren't you? My goodness, you've a lot to learn about satisfying a girl. I can see I'll have to get you some lessons in using that tongue… in fact I think I know just the person" she laughed mischievously. "Anyway, you know what you have to do for your fiancée now don't you? I want you to lick me out all nice and clean" and she closed her eyes in bliss as he frantically continued to work his tongue deep inside her. "Oooh yes that's it, darling. Mmmm, just think we'll be married in a few days. I can practically hear the wedding bells. I bet you can't wait to see my wedding dress and all the gorgeous lingerie I'm going to wear underneath for you."

Peter tried to concentrate on the image of her in all her feminine finery… and better still… the thought of spending many happy hours dressed in her beautiful gown and frothy petticoats. At the same time, his tongue was working overtime and as Debbie gasped with pleasure, she allowed herself a little smile… wondering if he'd be quite so keen if he knew that he was also licking out the Marketing Director's heavy deposit from her pussy! Mmm, maybe not…. but he'd get used to the idea, she smiled.

 

To be continued…

  

  

  

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