Anything to Make a Sale

by: Karen Petties

 

Having left school and been unemployed for more than two years I was naturally excited about my first business trip in my new job. I put the in-flight magazine away and glanced across the aisle at my three female colleagues and the expanse of flesh beneath their short skirts. They were as excited as I was. They were already on their third vodka and were giggling away like naughty schoolgirls. Eventually, they saw me looking, flashed a smile and burst out into more fits of giggles.

Debbie was tall and leggy with long blonde hair. Her parents came from Sicily which probably explained her slim olive skinned figure and fiery temper. She also had the most amazing breasts that I couldn't keep my eyes off. Sara was about the same age as me but a little immature and giggly. She liked to give the impression of being all sweet and innocent but I'd heard on the grapevine that she'd been caught shagging three of the guys from the office at the Christmas party. Then there was our boss Angela, the Sales Director for the company. She was a bit older, mid thirties I guessed, with a slim figure and long dark hair. She was an American lady with an air of confidence and a lot of power and influence in the company. She was certainly very ambitious and I reckoned she'd do anything to get to the top. My impression was that she was a bit straight-laced though that could have been to do with her position. I'd also heard a rumour that she had a preference for young women when it came to the bedroom department.

Debbie smiled at me as she got up and headed towards the toilets at the front of the plane. Wow, she had a peach of a bottom and she damned well knew it. She carefully tugged the short white skirt down at the back in the most suggestive manner, and wiggled her cute little ass up the aisle. The skirt hugged every contour of her rounded buttocks and you couldn't mistake the panty lines beneath - so sexy, though she probably wouldn't have agreed! Practically every guy in front of me was leaning over for a better view as she passed. They'd have been sick if they knew I sat right next to her at work, and if I had anything to do with it, I'd be getting closer still in the near future.

The trip itself was an important one. Apart from the sales convention, we were meeting up with some of our big customers and planned to sign a number of new deals. I was determined to impress Angela and make a good start but I was also hoping to get to know the girls a little better..... and maybe find out if the rumours about Sara were true!

Arriving at the airport, we needed two taxis. Angela and Sara took the first and Debbie and I followed behind. I tried not to stare at Debbie's legs but the temptation was too great. The taxi driver drove like a lunatic and she kept giggling as she slid across the seat, her skirt riding up as far as her little white panties. At that point she'd smile at me and modestly tug her skirt down again.

"Damned skirt! It's a bit short, hope my knickers aren't showing" she laughed.

"Um no. I don't think so" I replied innocently, feeling my face redden.

I was embarrassed that every time it happened she caught me looking at her, but she seemed to be toying with me, teasing me with little glimpses that I couldn't resist.

"Chris, are you gay?" she suddenly asked quite bluntly.

"Gay? Hell, no..... of course not! What makes you ask" I said shaken, and feeling my face redden. Of course I wasn't gay, but a question like that out of the blue is enough to unnerve anyone.

"Oh nothing really...... it's just that Sara and I were comparing notes on the plane and..... well you're the only guy in the office who hasn't tried to get into our knickers.... yet."

"Oh.... I see....um.... the only one.... well, perhaps I should then" I stumbled nervously.

"Oh no, don't spoil it. You're far too nice for that sort of thing" she laughed, leaning over to put a reassuring hand on my thigh.

"You're so polite and considerate, nothing like the other guys" she whispered as her hand crept up my thigh until she reached my penis. She must have felt it underneath my trousers and let her hand rest on it lightly, almost daring me to respond as she licked her lips suggestively. As usual I panicked, did nothing, and the moment was lost.

She took her hand away again. "You're really rather cute looking...... almost pretty really. I mean I could imagine guys that were a bit.... well you know, that way inclined, taking quite a shine to you."

"Really?" I blushed fiercely. Hell, I didn't know what to say.

"Anyway, there's nothing to be ashamed of. I mean if you fancy boys instead.... that's fine. In fact I can recommend it" she laughed.

"No, no, listen I'm not gay. I like girls..... really. Ask my girlfriend Claire."

"Claire? Oh yes, the new receptionist. Pretty little thing isn't she? Yes she was talking about you to some of the girls the other day" she said, putting a hand to her mouth and trying to suppress a giggle.

What did she mean by all that? Did she expect me to try it on with her, did she want me to? Maybe when girls say NO, they really mean YES. Or, were they just making fun of me? And what had Claire said? Hell, I'd never been told I was pretty before! Jesus, why were women so difficult to understand?

We arrived at the hotel but our rooms weren't ready. Angela was furious and whilst she kicked up a stink, I wandered round the three hotel shops. It was mostly tourist junk but there was a small lingerie boutique and I thought it would be a nice touch to send Claire something to show that I was thinking of her. I needed some help though and feeling a little embarrassed, asked Sara if she'd mind.

"Oooh, who's it for?" she teased.

"Well it's hardly for me! For Claire" I replied.

"Well, it might have been for you. I know one or two boys who like dressing up in girl's panties and stuff" she laughed.

Inevitably, she chose something that she liked. It was a bra and panty set in a pale blue. It was very see-through and there was nothing to the panties. Sara told me it was a thong and asked if Claire liked that style. Automatically, I said yes though I really had no idea.

"I'd be well pleased if a guy bought me these" she said holding the panties to her waist. I nearly had a hard-on imagining her in them! "I bet she'll be wearing them for you the day you get back, that'll be something to look forward to" she teased.

I still wasn't sure. They looked a bit skimpy and sexy for Claire but I didn't want to tell Sara that, so I bought them anyway. The sales lady gift wrapped them and I paid the extra for next day delivery. I just hoped she liked them and didn't take it the wrong way.

Angela came to tell us that our rooms were ready at last and we were taken to our four adjoining rooms by a very apologetic manager. It was a bit strange that the connecting doors had been unlocked but Angela said we would be working closely together over the next few days and asked if we had any objections. I certainly didn't.... it gave me the possibility of getting into either Sara's or Debbie's rooms, maybe both! The convention didn't begin until the next day so there was time to relax and a welcome party to attend later that evening.

I lifted my cases onto the bed and began unpacking whilst the girls chatted with each other through the connecting doors. Strange..... it felt like I was touching flower petals, soft, cool and silky. I looked down and saw...... girl's underwear, or lingerie to be precise.

 

"Oh shit!"

Layers of neatly folded silk lingerie in pale pink, baby blue, black, and every other colour of the rainbow. I panicked and began pulling the intimate and frilly things out, noting the heady scent of expensive perfume. They were as light as air and decorated with fancy lace and ribbons. My hands were shaking. I'd never seen such elaborate and clearly expensive ladies underwear before. Underneath the lingerie was a bag full of make-up, then skirts, blouses, short sexy evening dresses, high heeled shoes, and goodness knows what was in the second case. I quickly checked..... more of the same. What on earth had happened to my luggage?

I was in shock. I let out a loud groan as the girls came running in. They saw the pile of frilly underpinnings and began to laugh hysterically as they rummaged through the cases.

"Oh he's got good taste in lingerie...... look at these darling little panties...... mmm and the sexy stockings!"

When they calmed down a bit Angela rang the airport. I could see her frowning as she spoke on the phone. She hung up.

"The airport has no unclaimed luggage from our flight. Whoever has your cases hasn't noticed the mix-up yet. Hell, we're miles from any shops and they'd be shut now anyway. What a mess! You're stuck now aren't you?"

I knew I was in deep trouble. All I had was the scruffy pair of jeans and T-shirt that I'd travelled in all day and they were dirty.

"How could you be so careless Chris, didn't you check what you were picking up?"

"Well they looked just like mine. I suppose I didn't bother to look at the labels, I just assumed they were my cases."

Looking down, I realised there were in fact no labels on the cases. I felt such a fool and went bright red. Angela continued to talk to me as if I was some kid back at school.

"You assumed..... and you didn't check! That's plain slipshod Chris and it's not good enough. How long have you been with us... a few weeks and you've screwed up already. You can hardly walk around like that, what an advert for the company" she growled. "I brought you along to close a few contracts. If you don't manage at least one by the time we leave you'll be looking for a new job!"

"Oh Angela, don't be too hard on him. It was a mistake and I'm sure we can think of something" Sara pleaded sweetly on my behalf.

She held one of the dresses against me with a big smile on her face. She whispered to the others. They giggled and finally Angela spoke.

"Right, if you want to keep your job young man, you'll do what I say."

With some trepidation, I felt a glimmer of hope. "OK... what?"

"You've stupidly lost your own clothes but it looks like some of these will fit."

My heart sank as I realised what she'd said. "For God's sake Angela, I can't wear a dress..... it'll be obvious. You surely don't expect me to pretend that I'm a girl. No-one in their right mind would take me for anything other than a guy in a dress!"

"Oh I don't know. A little make-up, some boobs, and we could get your hair fixed... yes I reckon you could pass, don't you girls?"

"Oooh yes. I think he'd look real cute in a dress" Sara added gleefully.

"No way! You'd have to be blind" I protested loudly.

"Huh, just listen to him. Who are you trying to kid? Look at him. Barely five foot six and about 120 pounds. You'd think you were God's gift to women. Look at all this lovely blond hair, long eyelashes and soft skin that looks like you haven't started shaving. You're hardly the type to have the girls chasing after you, eh? In fact I've already noticed one or two guys checking you out. Anyway it's up to you, it's that... or your job. What's it going to be?"

The thought of all that time on the dole with no money did it. I lowered my head and mumbled, "Oh all right I'll give it a try... but it isn't going to work. At least promise me that you'll forget the whole thing if I look daft."

"Don't worry honey, you won't look daft. By the time we've finished with you, you're going to look real hot" she laughed.

I was sent off to the bathroom with some hair remover and orders to apply it to my entire body, leave for ten minutes and then shower off. It stung like hell but my skin was left baby smooth. With a towel covering my modesty I went back into the room where the girls had been unpacking 'my' suitcases.

"Look", Debbie pointed to a sprinkling of confetti on the floor. "Some poor little girl must be on her honeymoon right now with your rotten old clothes instead of her bridal trousseau. Look at all this designer lingerie, Janet Reger, La Perla, Rigby and Peller. I wish I could afford expensive stuff like this, it's absolutely gorgeous."

She handed me a pair of french styled silk knickers with deep lace around the legs, pointing out that they would be loose fitting, particularly at the front! I just looked at them, surely they didn't expect me to wear anything as outrageously feminine as this.

"I can't wear these" I protested.

"Come along, get those knickers on", Angela insisted.

I hesitated, my heart pounding. I felt like a lost child, ready to burst into tears at any moment.

"There must be something less... less feminine, some white ones maybe?"

"For God's sake, they're just boxer shorts with frills..... or maybe you'd prefer a nice thong, or some pretty lace camiknickers, or let me see....." she teased, pulling one item after another from the drawers.

Before she had any more bright ideas, I reluctantly pulled the feminine panties up my smooth legs. My heart gushed. Taking deep breaths, I tried to calm down as I pulled them up, under my towel until they reached my waist. They felt all... silky and smooth, and they sent shivers up my spine.

"There, not so difficult was it" she teased and yanked the towel away from me.

Their faces lit up. I stood there in ladies panties, red faced and embarrassed, wondering what on earth I could do.

They giggled uncontrollably at the sight of my boyish figure in such pretty and feminine underwear. I felt such a fool but at the same time the cool silk caressing my loins felt strange and rather sensual.

"Oh how sweet" Debbie laughed. "Starting to feel nice and girlish are we? Shall we see if there's a pretty wedding dress to go with your bridal lingerie, would you like that sweetheart?"

Oh God, it was getting worse. The humiliation of it all, standing in front of these three young women, wearing the sort of panties a girl normally keeps for those special occasions. They were loving it, and I sensed they were going to enjoy tormenting me for hours if not days to come!

Thankfully, I was saved by a call on Angela's mobile phone. It was Phil, her effeminate male secretary back at the office. He was everything I loathed in a guy, and I didn't like the way he looked at me either. Maybe Angela was right. Perhaps I did look a bit feminine and that was why he kept giving me the eye. Anyway, I preyed my cases had turned up and he was phoning with good news.

"Phil?..... oh hi.... well just one problem. Chris has managed to lose all his luggage, typical male! He's got two cases of women's clothes including..... wait for it..... a load of frilly bridal lingerie that he claims he picked up by mistake. It's like an Ann Summers party here" she laughed.

"No, there's no trace of his cases, no shops open either..... no he's got nothing to wear.... no, not even underwear.... well the girls are just putting him into some darling little panties..... that's right, panties..... no I'm not kidding...... yes they're dressing him right now, isn't he lucky.... what colour?.... oh the prettiest baby blue..... that's right, blue for a boy" she laughed and playfully snapped the waist elastic as she examined my panties in more detail and checked the label at the back.

"Hey you'll never guess... they're Janet Reger panties.... gorgeous silk, pencil pleats at the front, cute little ribbon bows and the prettiest lace... the kind a girl wears on her wedding night.... they're to-die-for! It's a pity you can't see him Phil, he looks so sweet and he's blushing bright red.... I think I must be embarrassing the poor boy" she giggled.

"No that's right, he won't be pulling any girls, more chance of some guy getting into his panties tonight..... ooh Phil I don't know what you mean! Well of course he can't just wear panties...... don't worry, there's plenty of skirts and dresses to choose from and once we've got to work with some make-up, his own Mother wouldn't know him. Anyway I'll have to go, the girls can't wait to get started! Bet you wish they were dressing you eh?..... What?.... oooh you naughty boy!....... OK bye for now" she hung up, laughing.

"What was that all about?" Sara enquired.

"I don't think he could believe it, and he was getting very hot at the thought of our Chris in a pair of panties. He said he wished he could've been here to help dress him" Angela replied.

They burst into laughter. "I think you're in there sweetie. See, I told you the guys fancied you" Debbie added.

"For God's sake Angela, fancy telling him of all people" I stormed. "Half an hour and every secretary in the place will know!"

"Less than that" she replied. "He's sending an e-mail round the office with all the details...... oh and he wants some photos for the company magazine."

My face reddened again. How would I ever live it down? Oh hell, what would Claire say when she heard? Claire would be reading all about it in the e-mail very shortly. We'd only just started dating too and at this rate we wouldn't be for much longer. Hell, she was my first real girlfriend...... and after this, possibly my last!

Laid out on the bed was a matching brassiere with sheer lace cups, a shimmering satin camisole, lacy blue suspender belt with long ruched suspenders and lace topped stockings.

"OK, carry on getting dressed. You'd better help him with this stuff" she instructed the girls.

I'd never seen a girls' bra and suspenders close up before and the clasps and catches were really fiddly. I felt such a fool fumbling around, but in between their fits of laughter, the girls helped me to get everything on. Angela explained why they were feeding the suspenders inside my panties. How thoughtful!

Once they'd finished, Angela walked round me slowly. "Oh yes he'll be fine, look at those lovely long legs, they go right up to that round girlish bottom" she giggled.

Meanwhile, Sara was expertly rolling the stockings up my smooth legs and fastening them to the be-ribboned suspenders.

"My God, I never thought we'd get him into all this stuff, just look at him. To think that my boyfriend refuses to even walk round the lingerie department with me. He'd kill me if I so much as hinted at him wearing anything like this" she squealed.

"Call it women's intuition but I had a feeling about him from the start. He's the type that rifles through your knicker drawer when you're not looking. Deep down, he's probably loving every minute" Debbie added, making me blush furiously.

Angela padded my bra with some stockings and took a black satin slip dress from the wardrobe. It looked so sexy and she held it up against me to check the size. She unzipped the back and held it open for me to step into. I nervously put one foot then another inside the satin sheath and she pulled it up, the silky material whispering against my stockings and lingerie. They guided my hands through the armholes and settled the dress gently over my shoulders. I felt one of them grasp the zip just above my bottom and pull very slowly upward, that final icon of silky femininity gently encasing my body.

Standing behind me, Angela ran her hands lightly over the dress and down my sides, smoothing the slippery satin and generally checking the fit.

"You'd think it was made for him, what a perfect fit" she said, sounding pleased with herself.

Finally, I stepped into black 4" heels whilst Sara fixed me up with gold earrings, a bracelet, ladies watch and worst of all, a sexy gold anklet. I protested at that. I always thought they looked so trashy but she insisted it looked real sexy.

There was a knock at the door and I froze. Angela answered it. I turned away red faced as she summoned a young girl carrying a small bag into the room. Apparently they'd booked me an appointment with one of the girls from the hotel salon. She looked so young but unlike me, she was far from shy.

"He's over here" Angela said, leading her to me. She must have seen the look of dread in my eyes.

"Heavy date tonight?" she asked with a wry smile. "I must say this is a first, I've never done a young man before" she giggled, sitting me down at the dressing table to do my make-up.

I'd never realised how complicated this all was for a woman. She started by applying long false eye lashes, then used pencils and mascara to heighten my eyes, tons of blusher, deep red lipstick, and then attached false nails and painted them bright red. It took ages and I watched her working on me in the mirror, horrified at the transformation that was taking place. Finally, she trimmed my long hair and used curling tongs to give it more body before teasing out the soft feminine curls she'd created.

"There you are. I've given you a pretty young girls' style. What a difference eh? Like it?" she asked.

I was speechless. Looking back was a beautiful young girl with a pretty but heavily made-up face, and long blonde hair in soft curls down to her shoulders. I was shocked, I could quite fancy myself. What on earth would Claire say if she could see me like this?

I stood up for a better look in the full length mirror. Wow! I really looked the part. The dress made me look so skinny and my legs looked great in stockings. I knew I didn't have much of a build but did I really look that much like a girl? Turning sideways I looked at my profile. The heels were helping me to stand in a way that emphasized my chest and my bottom. It was a girl's ass, no mistake. My heart pounded as I ran my hands down the gossamer like satin. It felt so soft and sensual but I was terrified they'd notice the bulge that was starting to appear in front.

"Oh Jeez" I complained pointing to the outline of the stockings and suspender straps. "Look, you can make out everything underneath. If I have to wear stockings, then I'll need to wear a..... a..... slip or something underneath" I stammered, immediately wishing I hadn't said it.

"Oh how sweet, he wants to wear a slip" they laughed. "Sorry but there weren't any slips in your luggage and besides, it's fashionable right now to show a little underwear. The guys won't complain. In fact, you'll see what we have to put up with from you boys. Wait till they clock those stockings!"

The young girl from the salon openly laughed at my plight. "That's right, they're either staring at your breasts, checking for panty lines or looking up your skirt for a glimpse of your knickers. Why is it men have such filthy habits?"

"I don't know but our new girl is soon going to be on the receiving end of all of them!"

The young girl agreed and still laughing, made her way out.

"See you same time tomorrow then. I'd better keep my boyfriend well away from you tonight" she giggled, winking at me and shut the door.

Angela suddenly became very serious and sat us down for a team talk. She explained our sales objectives for the next few days and was soon discussing tactics, making references to the men and 'making new friends'.

"Last year there were about ten guys to every girl so it shouldn't be difficult. It's important to circulate, make new contacts and promote the company in any way we can. If one of them asks you for a date, I expect you to accept regardless of what he looks like. If it's necessary to shall we say....... grant certain favours to a potential client....... then you'll do all you can to show him a good time. Sara, I want you to look after Joe Hardy on the Glaxo account. He always comments when he sees you in the office so it shouldn't be too difficult to keep him happy. OK now, you all understand? That includes you" she said looking in my direction.

"What!" I gasped in shock.

"Wow, think of all those randy guys trying to get into our panties..... and we're getting paid for this" Debbie laughed.

Angela didn't even give me a second to consider what I was letting myself in for and spent the next few minutes discussing my new name. They tossed a few names around, completely ignoring my protests until they settled it.

"Yes, I think Chris can easily become Christine, or Chrissie. Such a pretty girlish name. That's it then...... Chrissie" Sara and Debbie laughed.

"Now remember to keep your voice up nice and high and don't say more than you need to" Angela instructed.

They gave me a final spritz of perfume and led me out. Leaving the safety of the room and walking carefully in my heels, I nervously followed them down the corridor for the welcome party. Every step reminded me of my new femininity - the bounce of my 'breasts', suspenders pulling on taut stockings, silk panties caressing my manhood and the slippery dress riding sensually over my nylon clad thighs.

We had to wait for the lift and when it finally arrived it was absolutely full of men who'd obviously been drinking.

"Hey it's the Spice Girls! Hello darling. Are you going down on us... sorry I mean, down with us? Come on squeeze in girls, there's plenty of room. Stiffen up chaps!"

I hesitated but the girls were all giggling and pushed me forward. I was completely squashed, unable to move. We were packed in like sardines and I could smell the alcohol on their hot breath. There were more crude comments, a taste of what was to come no doubt, and I began to feel a little frightened.

"Oooh" I flinched as I suddenly felt a hand on my bottom and prayed it was just one of the girls playing around. It slipped under the hem of my dress and began to grope me through the thin silk panties. Damn this lift, it was so slow. Come on, hurry up! I tried to see who it was but I couldn't even turn my head. I squealed as I felt the hand easing up inside the lacy silk of my panties, probing the crack between my naked buttocks.

"Ants in your pants?" someone behind me laughed.

I squirmed around trying to avoid the probing fingers as I watched the floors gradually slip by. God, when was this damned thing going to stop?

Phew! I was saved. As the lift stopped and the doors thankfully opened, the hand vanished from my dress. We piled out and I looked back to see a tall handsome man smiling at me.

"I'm glad to see stockings are back in fashion" he said with a gleam in his eye.

Oh God! I blushed a very deep red which brought fits of laughter from the crowd of guys around him. "Nice one Andy, you're in there boy."

Sara smiled, put a comforting arm round me and told me not to say anything as he was one of our best customers. Just my luck!

Throughout the evening I found myself being chatted up by a variety of lecherous males. Some were quite young and one or two were very good looking. I was staggered how many were sporting wedding rings and unashamedly trying to chat me up. For the first time in my life, I noticed how men like to stand very close to a girl, and with the slightest encouragement their hands are all over you.

It was all very strange yet at the same time, a little exciting. I had to keep glancing down to check there was no bulge appearing in the front of my skirt. I couldn't make out whether my penis was responding to the sensuous lingerie, or the constant male attention, or both!

Suddenly, the good looking young man from the lift was offering me a drink. We got talking and after a while it seemed quite natural to dance with him when he asked. I was gaining confidence now and beginning to enjoy myself. Maybe I could pull this off and save my job after all.

The music slowed down and my heart began to pound as he held me real close, his swollen manhood pressing into my tummy. Hell, I was even getting him excited now! He was fascinated by my stockings and suspenders and kept telling me how sexy they were. I tried to stop him but his hands would slip down to my firm rounded bottom and explore the crack between my cheeks. Eventually I had to stop him when I realised his hands were not only groping my bottom but had somehow found their way up the inside of my dress!

He laughed and asked if I had a boyfriend. "Of course not... er I mean no, not at the moment" I replied nervously.

His hands were soon back on my bottom but what I really liked was the feeling of his thighs moving across the front of my dress, gently and unwittingly caressing my penis. I just prayed he couldn't feel my painful erection as we danced. Strange sensations, naughty feminine thoughts and girlish feelings kept washing over me. Without really thinking I casually rested my hand on his waist, then gradually let it slide down toward his thigh.

Mmmm, his manhood was standing bolt upright inside his slacks. I looked up into his eyes and giggled. I had given him a hard-on and it responded beautifully to me gently rubbing my palm up and down its length. God this was so easy, he was all over me! I took my hand away to see the reaction and he quickly pulled it back. I laughed. What a tease I was turning into!

At then end of the record, he led me smartly off the dance floor and down the hallway to a vacant room. It was dark inside. He turned the key and made a grab for me. He still had that truncheon down his pants and I giggled as he pulled my hand onto it again.

"See what you've done you sexy little bitch" he whispered. "Now let's see how damp your panties are getting shall we?"

"No...no, please" I complained but he stifled my protest with a passionate kiss full on the mouth. I'd never been kissed by a guy before and I struggled in his arms but just couldn't prise myself from his iron grip. His hand was reaching under my skirt again. I tried to push it away but he was too strong. He forced it between my thighs and worked it slowly up my legs. He reached the gap between stocking and panties and lingered, stroking my naked thighs. I moaned as he continued to ravish my lips with his deep and forceful kiss. His hand was now at the band of lace around the bottom of my panties and he played with the delicate material between his fingers for a moment, then began to work his fingers inside. I froze.

My weak protest ended up as another stifled moan, his firm moist tongue penetrating my willing pink lips. This was my first experience of a kiss when the lipstick I tasted was my own. His hand was still progressing up into my panties though fortunately my penis was parked on the other side. Thankfully I came to my senses as I realised he was no more than a few moments away from discovering my manhood.

I had to do something quickly. Without thinking about the consequences, I dropped to my knees in an instant, unzipped his trousers and released his penis. It was all I could do. What a mess I was in! I held it nervously, amazed at the size. I realised just how small I was in comparison.

"Oh yesss", he moaned. "Play with it sweetheart."

Jesus, it was literally growing in my hand. I wondered if I had it in me to carry on. I'd seen girls doing this on video so I knew the score... but hold on, they were girls and I... but Andy interrupted my hesitation.

"Come on Christine, you know what to do" he said gently, resting his cock against my tightly sealed lips. I was terrified and looked up into his eyes with a pleading look. There was a drop of pre-cum on the tip and he brushed it over my lips as if to moisten them.

"Come on now, don't tease" he demanded gruffly, trying to prise my painted lips open with his manhood. At the same time he pinched my nose. I couldn't breathe and I felt sick but I had no choice now.

Reluctantly I relaxed a little, allowing him to ease it between my lips. It was a monster. He'd only worked a few inches into my mouth before I started to gag. How on earth did those girls manage to get it all in? I couldn't take more than a few inches, it was impossible. I could tell he wasn't satisfied with my efforts though and he grabbed my head firmly between his powerful hands while pushing forward with his cock.

"Aaaargh"

"Come on sweetheart, you know you want it. Open wide and lean back, that's it. Now close your lips..... nice and tight..... ooh yes."

I managed a few more inches before he began to thrust back and forth against my face. He was literally fucking my mouth, probing the back of my throat with his cock. I had no option than to work my lips back and forth over the throbbing purple plum. On and on it went. I prayed he would hurry up, would this humiliation never end? I had to get it over with as quickly as possible. I may have been a novice but I learnt quickly! Working my tongue over the glans, I concentrated on what I knew was the most sensitive part. He really liked that, particularly with the suction I was giving him around the head. I thought that would be enough to bring him off but instead he pulled me back onto his deep thrusts again. Oh God, how much longer? My lips were really aching now and I felt completely violated. I could even make out the thick lipstick rings I was leaving all along his shaft.

Thankfully I sensed he was starting to build into an unstoppable climax. Holding me tight, with my lips clamped firmly round the base of his shaft, he exploded deep into my throat. I choked, groaned and struggled but he refused to release me until I swallowed...... every last drop.

"Gooood girl, I can tell you've done that a few times before, haven't you? Pity you didn't let me satisfy that frustrated pussy of yours though. You obviously haven't had a man for a while, you're gagging for it aren't you? Never mind sweetheart, next time I'll be stretching both sets of lips and I'll give you the kind of seeing to, you've only dreamed about."

"Oh... l.... lovely..... I.... I can't wait" I replied in a shaky voice and he laughed in response

Breathless and dishevelled, I stood up and straightened my dress while he started to tidy himself up. I found the key and unlocked the door, making my escape before he realised. With tears in my eyes, I practically ran up the stairs back to the safety of my room. I slammed the door and tore my clothes off in disgust as Debbie walked in from her own room.

She looked at my naked and shaking body. "My God, what have you been up to you naughty girl, just look at your lipstick and make-up! You've been giving him a blow job haven't you", she laughed?

I went bright red and turned away. She told me I'd better get ready for bed, as tomorrow would be a long day. She reached under the pillow and pulled out a pink chiffon babydoll with spaghetti straps, lots of delicate swirling material and matching ruffled full cut panties.

"Aren't they gorgeous? I bet that girl was planning on wearing these on her wedding night. Poor cow, I wonder what she's wearing instead. Ooh look... nice easy access!" she laughed pointing to the open crotch panties. "How would you like to be the blushing virgin bride tonight?" she squealed, as I reluctantly pulled on the lacy pink dream.

I climbed into bed and Debbie slipped next door to her room. I knew I'd sleep well tonight but before I'd even shut my eyes I heard Sara arrive back in her room. She had someone with her and she was giggling. Suddenly, she popped her head round the adjoining door that was still ajar.

"Night night sweetheart. No listening now" she smiled and shut the door behind her. The walls were paper thin and I could soon hear the springs of her bed and the headboard knocking against the wall.

Debbie was soon back, now wearing a frilly white satin basque holding up sheer white stockings.

"Debbie, what's going on next door?" I asked innocently.

"Sara's closing the deal with Joe Hardy by the sound of it. Noisy bitch! She won't be getting much sleep tonight will she?" Debbie replied as the young girl's moans grew louder with the increasing tempo.

Then, without a word she pulled the bedclothes back, sat astride my chest and started to tie my hands to the headboard with some stockings. I was so surprised I put up no resistance at all, particularly as I had a great view of her panties, unlike the little glimpses she'd teased me with earlier. They were white satin with lace to match the basque, and I could almost smell the perfume of her sex. I lay there in meek submission, who was I to complain?

Her large tanned breasts filled the lacy cups of the white satin basque, wobbling around, occasionally brushing my face as she leant over me. Once my hands were securely fastened, she leaned back with a satisfied smile on her face, raised herself up and re-positioned her silky bottom directly above my face. I looked up. Mmm I was in heaven as she slowly sat down. The sweetly perfumed crotch of her white silk panties descended onto my face and she rocked back and forth, gradually working the slippery material into my mouth and stifling my moans. My lips and her pussy were separated by the merest scrap of silk.

"Mmmm that's nice she cooed, now use your tongue sweetheart, oooh."

For several minutes, she rode her pussy back and forth over my tongue, working herself into a frenzy before finally letting out a loud cry and sliding off. She was as breathless and red faced as I was.

"Ooh, look what you've done to me you naughty boy, my panties are soaking! I'll have to change now won't I? Wait here sweetheart, don't run away" she laughed and disappeared next door. I could still hear noises from Sara's room, they'd been at it for nearly an hour now. It sounded like the poor girl was in agony though I had a feeling she wasn't!

Debbie returned, having changed her panties for a tiny red thong with lace trimmings. More worryingly, there was a large dildo fastened to her waist, bobbing gently as she approached. It was shaped just like a man's cock, so lifelike and a good size too. I looked aghast and squirmed uneasily.

"W... what are you going to do with that? Oh please Debbie, for God's sake.... n..... no", I pleaded.

Laughing, she climbed back onto the bed and straddled my chest as she rubbed her fist up and down the realistic looking cock as if she were masturbating.

"Would you like me to do this with yours" she laughed?

"It... it's... so... big" I stuttered.

"Big? No, they come a lot bigger than this" she replied with a knowing smile.

What are you going to do to me?" I asked rather pathetically?

"Relax darling you'll love it, you'll see."

She reached behind and slipped her hand into the convenient opening in my panties.

"Oh dear, what's this dinky little thing then?" she laughed, rolling my penis between her fingers. "You poor boy. I don't suppose Claire would even notice this inside her. I can see why you think this one is big but it's not really. Never mind, at least it'll be easy for you to hide your little thing from the boys."

"Hide it? What do you mean? What boys?"

"Sssh darling, you'll find out later."

She returned to the dildo and began stroking it suggestively.

"Mmm, yummy isn't it? It's so thick and it never goes soft or floppy on you" she giggled.

"Please Debbie, don't. Just let me go now..... pleeeaaaase" I begged her.

"Oh come on, you don't fool me. We girls can sense these things. I let you have a good eyeful up my skirt today and gave you a nice feel and you still didn't try anything. A real man would have been all over me. No, I knew what you wanted the moment we got you into those panties. Your little sausage got all excited then didn't it? Dead giveaway! Then I watched you downstairs. You loved the way those guys were chatting you up and you kept looking down at their crotch, the way all girls do."

"No I didn't! I didn't look at them.... at least not down there" I protested.

"Oh yes you did. Don't deny it. You were checking their bulges just like all the other girls, trying to see if they were well hung. I know all about these things..... you naughty boy" she said laughing. "You'll have to be a bit more discreet in future or you'll be fighting them all off. Anyway, when you danced with Andy you barely resisted when he started feeling you up. At one stage his hand was so far up your skirt, I could see your panties, didn't you realise? It was so obvious he was turning you on and you just couldn't help yourself, could you?"

"I had to play along with it or he'd have guessed" I protested.

"Is that why you were stroking his cock then... you little prick tease. No wonder you had to give him a blow job after all that!"

"No, no I didn't, it wasn't like that" I insisted.

She edged up a bit and clamped my face between her nyloned thighs, pushing the dildo gently between my lips and urging me to take it.

"You took him in your mouth didn't you, come on don't deny it. Bet it was nice and big eh? As big as this? Or bigger? Well?"

"No Debbie, I didn't, honest. Don't make me, please."

She stroked the dildo almost lovingly, running her fingers over the bulbous head and along the thick veins that ran the entire length.

"It's really Angela's toy. She uses it on all the new girls..... to show them who's boss. Not a word mind, she'll be furious if she finds out I was first to take your cherry."

I looked up in panic, hoping she didn't mean it. "She uses it on the girls?" I asked in shock.

"Sure. Oh it's no big deal really, not if you want to keep your job anyway. She's had all the girls, you ask Claire."

"What? You don't mean she used it on her too?"

"Oh come on. You must have noticed how soppy she goes whenever Angela's around" she replied "she obviously fancies her and she must be getting a good seeing to."

Suddenly I remembered how Claire had had to cancel a couple of our dates, with the excuse that she had to run some things over to Angela's house. God, what a bitch Angela was. She'd tricked me into a dress and got all the men chasing me, whilst all the time she was screwing my girlfriend behind my back. "Oh God" I sighed. No wonder I couldn't get anywhere with Claire, she was being satisfied by my boss!

Thankfully Debbie removed the dildo but proceeded to feed my discarded french knickers into my mouth instead.

"No..... stop it........Mmmphhh!" My objections disappeared into a mumble.

"Sssh sweetheart, this is what you've always wanted isn't it?" she cooed.

"Don't worry, I know it's your first time. I'll be gentle darling, and make it so very special for you..... promise!"

She edged back slowly until she was kneeling between my legs and began to stroke my thighs.

"You see, once you've got a guy interested, he won't be happy for long with just a blowjob. If you don't let them fuck you darling, they'll be off to screw the next girl. That's men for you!"

I moaned and shook my head vigorously with a pleading look in my eyes. She reached for my penis again and gently examined me. Come on now. Whether we like it or not, we girls have to go through this every single day so you'd better start getting used to it. You should meet my boyfriend. He's an animal, screws me four times a night, more when he's feeling randy... and that's most nights! I'm walking around bow legged most of the time. Just imagine" she laughed.

She lifted my legs up as far as her shoulders, raising my bottom clean off the bed. With that menacing cock thrusting out in front, she reminded me I was supposed to be playing the part of the virginal bride, about to be put to the cock for the first time. I groaned with the humiliation.

"Most girls will tell you their boyfriends prefer this position" she smiled. "Your pussy is wide open for them and they can use their weight to drive their cocks in for a really deep fuck. Mmm, just imagine some handsome hunk screwing you silly on your wedding night."

As if to demonstrate, she pushed down on me. The movement was just enough for her heavy breasts to spill out of the top of her basque and they hung temptingly, just a few inches above my face. If my mouth hadn't been stuffed full of those knickers I'd have been able to take her hard cherry like nipples between my teeth.

At the same time, I could feel the rubber truncheon against my bottom. It felt huge and I squirmed about trying to pull away.

"Come on baby. Don't you want to feel it, knowing that it's been deep inside your sweet little girlfriend's pussy." I looked up in horror. She reached down and positioned it against my puckered rose. I was frightened and wanted to cry out as she eased the first inch into my virgin bottom. I wondered if all girls felt like this the first time....... scared..... unsure......yet aching for it at the same time.

Perhaps it was this thought that caused me to think of my beloved Claire. I wondered whether she ever thought about sex with a man...... whether she ever imagined sucking me off or feeling my cock driving into her. Huh, some chance! She probably didn't even know if I had a cock! I hadn't even got past the snogging stage with her. Truth was that I wasn't sure how to take things forward. She seemed so kind of..... innocent, until now that is. I couldn't begin to imagine her in sexy lingerie, not like the stuff Debbie wore, or even the lingerie they'd made me wear come to think of it. In fact she was always very careful to wear sensible clothes, nothing too short or revealing and certainly never a trace of a bra strap or panty lines underneath. God, she made me so frustrated. I couldn't even get a decent look up her skirt. I'd love to have found out what type of knickers she wore but she always seemed to sense when I was looking and crossed her legs just before that tantalising triangle came into view. On the one occasion I'd plucked up courage and ventured a hand under her skirt she quickly brushed me away, telling me not to rush her. I'd have given anything to fill her pussy. Oh well sweet Claire, maybe one day!

Meanwhile, Debbie brought me back to reality as she forced the dildo in a little deeper and my bottom clenched, trying to resist any further intrusion.

"That's good baby, they like it nice and tight. Use your muscles, hold it there a moment. Tell him it's your first time. He'll go wild if he thinks he's screwing a virgin! A few more inches now. Oooh yes doesn't that feel nice?"

I fought against her, trying to pull away and groaning into my silken gag.

"That's it, they get really turned on when you struggle. Now you should be telling him how big he is..... that it's the biggest cock you've ever seen..... you can't possibly take it all..... beg him not to put it in any further. Of course, he'll make sure you get the full length after that" she laughed and began to ease it in even deeper.

The pain was terrifying and I could feel my eyes welling up. I thrashed around as she forced the last few inches deep inside. I wondered if it had filled Claire as it was filling me. At least we had something in common now!

"That's it, show him how painful it is..... oh baby those tears are a nice touch..... a quiet sob..... tell him he's too big for you..... he's splitting you in two. They love hearing all that stuff!" she laughed.

My muted protests were now smothered by her heavy breasts and erect nipples grinding into my face. The pain was beginning to subside, being replaced with other...... strange feelings. I was beginning to get used to it and she must have noticed that I was relaxing, though I tried to hide any signs of pleasure.

Reaching down, she pulled on my small but firm penis and it immediately jerked in her hand.

"See, I knew you'd like it. Mmm, isn't that divine darling, that feeling of being really well filled. Don't believe that crap about size not mattering. Believe me, the bigger the gun, the better the bang, you ask any girl" she laughed, using long purposeful strokes to emphasise the point.

At the same time, her tummy was slowly rubbing up and down the length of my swollen penis, sandwiched between us. I was groaning..... oh but now it was pleasure not pain and she smiled at my reaction.

"Ooh, try to imagine that gorgeous hunk taking you with his huge cock. His cute little bottom is bouncing up and down and he's thrusting deep inside your sweet pussy, hard and fast."

"IN...... OUT..... IN......OUT..... IN..... OUT. Oh he's so big isn't he baby?"

She was getting quite carried away with it all but I prayed she wouldn't stop now.

"Oh Chris darling, I can tell that you want to know what it's like to be fucked by a real cock don't you? You want some man to screw you like the girl you are and satisfy that tight little pussy. Mmm isn't that wicked" she laughed.

Debbie's tits began to slap against my face in sync with her thrusts whilst my penis was being massaged beyond the point of no return. I closed my eyes….. yes I could practically see a gorgeous young hunk on top of me..... strong.... muscular.... tight little bum..... huge cock driving into me. It felt sooo good...... and now I was cumming..... all over her tummy. It certainly was wicked but also….. Mmmm!

I woke the next morning with a very sore bottom but also a warm contented glow that flooded over me. I got up and sneaked a look at my new clothes. Jesus, the underwear was enough to give any guy a heart attack! No wonder, girls bought this stuff to take on their honeymoon.

Angela rang the airport again but there was no news of my luggage. She told me the shops were still shut and as everyone had now seen me as a girl, I'd have to continue wearing female clothes. They took great delight in selecting my outfit for the day, a sheer white blouse, a pencil pleated floaty skirt and a short matching jacket. To go underneath, there were white silk camiknickers, lacy suspender belt and nude stockings with lacy tops.

Just as we were about to leave the room, a huge bouquet of flowers arrived...... for me. They were from Andy. The girls thought it was so romantic! How embarrassing! They teased me like crazy and Debbie whispered that I'd have to give in to him now. It took me a few moments to realise what she meant.

I spent the morning at the conference receiving plenty more attention from the guys, much to the annoyance of some of the women. Indeed, one middle aged lady told me in no uncertain terms that my underwear was showing and suggested I go and put on a slip. I checked in a mirror. Hell! I knew the blouse was a bit see-through but hadn't realised you could see the stockings, suspenders and camiknickers through the skimpy little skirt. I felt a real tart. You could even make out the lace trimming and dainty blue ribbon bows. Talk about nothing left to the imagination! No wonder the guys had all been staring and following me around, what an eyeful! Unfortunately I didn't have a slip and it was really too late to do anything now so I simply smiled whenever I caught anyone staring and pretended there was nothing wrong.

After lunch we gathered round one of the exhibition stands for a product demonstration. I stood in the front row but it became a bit of a crush with the people behind pressing hard against me.

Inevitably, I felt a hand on my skirt pressing into my bottom. Oh no, not again! Then I realised it wasn't a hand. The man behind me had a raging hard-on and it was pushing against me, into my crack. Now I could feel a hand up my skirt, stroking my thighs. In desperation I reached behind, grabbed his cock and squeezed real hard.

Instead of forcing him away, it had the opposite reaction. He was cumming! I couldn't help smiling. That'd teach him. He'd have a nice wet patch down the front of his trousers any minute now... lovely! He jerked into my hand and I careully rubbed him up and down to make sure he'd squirted every last drop into his pants. I couldn't wait to see how he was going to explain that but somehow he managed to get away, nervously hiding his damp trousers behind his conference papers as he made for the exit. Shame!

At the end of the afternoon I returned to my room to get ready for the final evening and the fancy dress ball. Whilst I had a nice long soak in the bath, I had time to reflect on what had happened and the way I was feeling. If you'd told me a week ago that I'd be wearing a dress in public and giving a guy a blow job I'd have laughed out loud. I'd never had any feelings for other men and I definitely fancied women, yet now....... well I liked Andy, he was nice and he seemed to like me too. I was always hopeless with girls yet I was having no trouble attracting the men, and they did seem to fancy me. I wondered what it would be like to be in bed with one.... Hmm. Oh hell, what was I thinking? No! I couldn't.... or could I? I was also confused about the soft feminine clothes they'd made me wear. I had to admit it wasn't the first time I'd been dressed as a girl, though never before in public. That feeling of pulling on a pair of panties was exquisite and got me really hard. Maybe the clothes were awakening the girl in me? Basically I was just thoroughly confused!

I'd just stepped out of the bath when the girls walked in, already dressed in their costumes. Debbie was wearing a pale yellow harem outfit, very filmy and see-through with white underwear. What a sight, her lacy thong panties disappearing between those perfectly rounded buttocks. I don't know how she had the nerve to wear it. Then there was Sara, dressed as a cheerleader with big pom-pom's, a tight fitting red tee shirt that barely contained her well proportioned breasts, a contrasting blue pleated mini skirt, and red lace trimmed panties peeking underneath. Angela was in a cute little schoolgirl outfit, short pleated skirt, crisp white blouse and tie, and white knee socks. She was also carrying a thin whippy cane.

"What do you think you're laughing at?" Angela barked, testing the cane against my bottom with a couple of whacks.

"OW! Hell, what do you think you're doing?"

"You just wait till you see what we've got for you.... Birthday Girl" she teased and gave me another whack across the bottom.

"OW." I rubbed my hand over my stinging flesh, wondering what she meant by that. I would soon find out.

In her heavy American drool, Angela began speaking, as if she were commentating at some fashion show.

"Ladies, prepare yourself for a real treat. Our next model is a young boy - Chrissie, and I am thrilled to show you the very special dress we've selected for him tonight. It's just the thing for a naughty little boy and I know that you young Mothers out there with wayward young lads will be dying to get your boys into one of these."

She opened the wardrobe and pulled out a shimmering pink dress, simply dripping with lace. My face dropped. I hadn't seen anything like that yesterday when they were unpacking. Laughing uncontrollably, the girls ooh'd and aah'd as she held it up.

"This pretty, girlish party dress is guaranteed to turn the most unruly little boy into the sweetest of girls. Won't your daughters just love to see him in this? In fact, if you want to re-enforce the lesson, you can always let them dress him. The girls will simply love it.... and you can be sure that he'll really appreciate their help!"

"Brilliant" Sara giggled, "look at his face, keep going Angela."

My face was indeed bright red and I could feel my cheeks burning up.

She continued by running her hand gently over the pretty satin, watching my reaction with a sick smile.

"Ladies, just look at the beautiful shimmering satin and the pretty lace frills. The rounded neckline has a broad lace frill and the puffed chiffon sleeves are decorated with little pink ribbon bows. You'll see that the white lace continues from the neck, down the front of the dress to the gathered waist, where we have a long white satin sash that ties into a big bow and rests prettily on his bottom. The skirt of course is very full and needs at least two bouffant petticoats to show it off to advantage. You must admit ladies, it's an absolute dream. Just think what his friends will say when they see him in this!"

The girls were in hysterics as she slipped it off the hanger and dangled it playfully in front of my naked body, allowing the silky material to brush across my thickening manhood.

"Where on earth did you get that?" I demanded.

"As soon as I realised there was a fancy dress evening I had a few of the girls in the office arrange some costumes and get them sent out. I think you know one of them.... Claire isn't it? She chose this dress specially for you! She says you act more like a shy little girl than a real man so the dress would be perfect for you. Wasn't that sweet of her, to go to so much trouble. Oh and she asked for a copy of all the photos. Well, it's the least we can do isn't it?"

"Cow! Wait till I speak to her! She could have sent some male clothes instead" I replied in disgust."

"Oh it's too late for that now."

"Come on Angela, you can't expect me to wear this, I'm not going in a little girl's dress for God's sake. Just look at it" I said, pushing the horrid garment away.

They dissolved into more fits of laughter.

"Oh but it's gorgeous darling, look at all the fancy ribbons and pretty frills. You're going to be the sweetest and prettiest little girl in your new dress and just wait till you see all the frillies to go underneath. We're going to make you look all pretty for your girlfriend, and she's going to be so proud of you when she sees the photos" Sara teased, continuing with the commentary.

"Yes ladies, I know you're all desperate to see the pretty lingerie to go underneath so we'll start with the knickers shall we" and she held up a pair of the most girlish, sissy knickers.

"Oh how sweet" they cooed.

"Now then ladies, don't they just remind you of the pretty panties we all wore when we were little? Such a pretty feminine baby pink colour and all those girlish little frills, mmm" she teased, fluffing out the delicate rows of lace across the back.

"You'll notice the front of the panty. It's made of the sheerest and most delicate pink chiffon with little embroidered hearts and deep lace frills around the legs. We've even had our little boy's name embroidered on them", she giggled.

She put her hand inside the panty to demonstrate just how sheer it was, and pointed to my name sweetly embroidered across the front. My heart pounded. They looked strangely familiar. "How sweet of your girlfriend to put your name on them..... maybe she'll add your boyfriend's name when we tell her about him", she laughed

Sara continued. "This means our sweet little boy will be forced to behave and keep his skirts down or he'll be showing off all his boyish bits. I can't imagine what the girls would say, or what the boys would do if knew they what he was hiding."

"That's it! There's NO WAY I'm wearing GIRLS KNICKERS or a SOPPY DRESS and that's FINAL" I protested loudly.

Angela stepped forward and glared at me. Without warning, she slapped me full across the face and grabbed my arms behind my back.

"Shut up you little idiot! Just behave like a good little girl or we'll make you go downstairs wearing these delightful panties and nothing else" she hissed, and tossed the knickers to the girls.

"Get them on him" she told them. "Take it nice and slow. I want to enjoy every moment, watching him squirm in those knickers. Debbie, you make sure you get plenty of photos for his girlfriend, and all the other girls in the office."

Whatever male bravado I'd once possessed was now gone. I hung my head in shame as I whispered "please..... no more..... please" but they weren't listening.

Sara sprayed the dreaded knickers with her perfume and guided my feet into the delicate lace openings. I kicked out but she worked them slowly up my legs, until with a snap of elastic, they enclosed my fleshy bottom.

"Aaaah how sweet! Say cheeeese" Debbie laughed pointing the camera at me. "Oh yes, the girls will simply LOVE these" she said, happily snapping away.

The humiliation continued with a pair of filmy lace top stockings fastened to a white lacy suspender belt, a slippery silk camisole that tucked into my knickers and some white strappy sandals with 3 inch heels. By this time my nerves were tingling from head to toe.

"Hey, just imagine your new boyfriend undressing you to find all these frilly undies, he'll have a heart attack" Debbie laughed.

"I haven't got a BOYFRIEND, I've got a girlfriend... remember" I protested.

"Come off it Chris, if I was serious about a guy I'd hardly send him clothes like this to wear. Besides, we've seen the way you swoon whenever Andy's around. You know you fancy him like crazy. God, he's going to RAVISH you in this little lot" Sara giggled as she ran her hands down the silky camisole and into the front of my knickers.

"Oooh" I cried in shock as her cold hands touched my penis.

"Mmmm you're going to give him such a big hard-on" she squealed with delight, "and the word is, he's really WELL HUNG" she shrieked, gently stroking my manhood.

"How big do you reckon Sara.... ten inches?" Debbie asked, laughing.

"At least!" she replied. "I heard TWELVE! I wouldn't kick him out of bed on a cold night anyway."

Glancing in the mirror I could hardly believe my eyes! The knickers were so sheer you could see everything she was doing. On top of that I was experiencing an all too familiar reaction.

"I remember how my sister and I used to petticoat my brother when he was about five years old. He made such a fuss but he always ended up with a boner inside his knickers. Poor thing, he was so embarrassed. Come to think of it, even his little weeny was bigger than this..... this cocktail sausage" she laughed.

Under her expert handling my penis had swollen up inside its panty prison like a sausage about to burst. "Look at this girls. I just don't believe he isn't enjoying this. From my experience, guys don't get a hard-on like this unless they're really turned on."

Sara giggled at my embarrassment and eased the waistband down causing my penis to burst out like a tightly coiled spring, whilst Debbie took more photos.

"My, my, what's that young man of yours going to do when he finds this then?"

Her dainty fingers danced along the length of my shaft. I closed my eyes in abject bliss.

Angela was still holding onto my arms. "Just look at him, our nubile little virgin looks hot to trot doesn't he? He's definitely gonna be put to the cock tonight girls" she laughed

I looked up in horror.

"Oh poor baby, you don't mean..... not with another guy... not all the way?" Sara giggled.

"Listen, after Andy signs that contract tonight he'll be expecting it and I can't think of anyone better to be squirming on the end of his cock."

For a brief moment I was speechless. "No... no... I'm not doing it, he's not touching me... I... I" but the sight of my manhood standing to attention told them otherwise and my protests simply melted away in Sara's gentle hands.

"Don't pretend, you little nancy boy. You're ready for a good porking tonight, just look at you" Angela replied, watching Sara work on my throbbing penis. To my embarrassment I was harder than I'd ever been.

Then without warning, Angela prised my buttocks apart and slid a finger into my bottom.

"Aaaargh!"

"Mmmm, he's lovely and tight down here. I think Andy's going to be well pleased with our little virgin tonight" she laughed.

By this stage I was desperate for them to hurry up with the dress and put an end to the torment but there were still two very full and frothy petticoats lying on the bed and it was obvious who they were destined for.

"Now these will REALLY make your dress stand out" Debbie said, shaking out the layers of paper nylon and rustling pink tulle. "What's the matter darling" she said noting my look of horror. "You were desperate to get into a slip yesterday. They're not too girlish for you are they?"

On the brink of climaxing, Sara eased my tent pole back inside the panties and guided my feet into the mouth of the frothy pink petticoat. Debbie pulled it up and settled it round my waist like a ballet tutu. Angela then threw the white petticoat over my head and gradually let it descend, enveloping me in its femininity until it added its volume to the first and lay almost horizontally. I looked down. My feet and legs had disappeared under the pink and white froth that caressed my thighs. The top layer of the petticoat was even more lavishly decorated, practically dripping in pretty lace and dainty little ribbon bows and I had a horrible feeling it was going to be impossible to stop it from showing under the dress.

"Oh doesn't he look adorable" Debbie mocked, fluffing out each of the layers to maximum fullness. "I don't think you'd find another little girl with prettier underwear than this under her party dress."

My face turned an even deeper shade of red. It felt like every shred of boyishness was being drained from me.

"Look up sweetheart" Debbie instructed, taking yet another embarrassing photo.

"OK, lift your arms" and Sara held up the dress, almost coaxing me like a mother would her little girl.

There was no trace of reluctance on my part by now, I couldn't wait to hide the shameful underwear. A little tingle ran down my spine as she guided the cool silk dress over my head. As with the petticoat, she let go around my chest and let it float down and gently pulled it into place.

"That's it, now let's get you all prettied up shall we."

The girls made a big fuss of fluffing out the sleeves of the dress and teasing the skirt out over the billowing petticoats, while Sara tied the long white satin sash into a big bow. Standing in front of the mirror, they spun me round in a cloud of pink and white frothy frills, exposing my ruffled panties.

"I think its time to go" Angela declared.

"Wait! I can't do it and I WON'T do it" I cried, suddenly thinking of all the people I would have to face downstairs.

"Oh for God's sake! Right that does it" Angela shouted, and with that she pulled out her mobile phone and began searching the directory. "Ah yes, here we are. Chris Baker. You do still live at home don't you?"

I froze when she hit the dial button. "Oh Hi, is that Mrs Baker. It's Angela, Chris's boss at the office. Yes, nice to speak to you too. No, no, nothing wrong, don't worry..... I just wondered if you could help though. Chris has unfortunately lost all his luggage and clothes, and it's vital that he attends this sales convention tonight. No that's right, he can't afford to lose his job can he? Well we've found him this really pretty dress..... yes a dress..... and he looks absolutely DARLING in it but he's suddenly gone all shy on us. REALLY?... how interesting... NEVER!...... A little girl's dress?..... frilly knickers as well?...... oh my word. No, well he certainly didn't tell us about that! Well well! That's right I can't see what all the fuss is about either... no we won't stand for any more nonsense... perhaps you'd like to speak to him..... yes..... and do ask him about the pretty lingerie he's wearing under the dress. OK, nice to talk to you Mrs Baker" and she handed me the phone, laughing. I could hear my Mother on the other end. "Christopher... hello.... hello.... Christopher... is that you?" I immediately switched it off and hung my head in shame.

They were all laughing at me now. "Oh what's a matter sweetheart, don't you want to speak to Mummy then? She says she often has you in a little girls' dress at home, is that right? You kept that quiet didn't you? I bet you always wanted to be a little girl... and now you are one!"

"How sweet" they cried at my red faced shame. "Come on sweet little Chrissiekins" and they practically dragged me down the stairs, my petticoats rustling loudly under the frou-frou of the skirt. We passed several groups of guys on the way downstairs. They couldn't take their eyes off the display of stocking tops under my bouncing frothy petticoats. You should have seen their faces, and heard the wolf whistles. It certainly killed any conversation stone dead! Eventually we reached the hotel lobby and created quite a stir among the guests as we headed toward the Beauty Salon.

Now I had to contend with not only the girls that worked in the salon but about half a dozen women that were either having their hair done or were simply waiting. I immediately became the focus of attention as they gathered round laughing, pulling at my dress and trying to flip my skirt for a view of the frothy petticoats beneath. I had to suffer half an hour of incessant teasing whilst the girls did my make-up and then my hair, tying it into bunches with pretty pink satin ribbons. Boy, was I glad to get out of there!

But things were going from bad to worse. As we arrived in the bar I was horrified to see no more than a handful of people in fancy dress. I felt even more conspicuous now but there was nothing I could do. Everyone seemed to be looking at me, some smiling, some openly laughing. We sat down on high bar stalls opposite a young black family with two teenage boys. My dress and petticoats immediately ballooned up exposing my stockinged legs, much to the amusement of the young lads who whispered excitedly as they watched my every move.

I was past caring now. I felt so humiliated that it didn't seem to matter any more. In fact I thought I might as well have a bit of fun and slowly let my thighs drift apart allowing the young boys an uninterrupted view up my skirts. Their eyes were glued to my legs and I knew they would be enjoying the sight of stockings, suspenders and perhaps a glimpse of knickers. They must have thought they'd won the lottery. With a mischievous smile I pulled the skirts up to adjust my suspenders. I made quite a show of it and the sight of all those frills and lacy stocking tops was enough to ensure every male eye for yards around was glued to my thighs. The young boys practically choked on their drinks. I guessed they'd never seen a girl in stockings before. Even their Father was looking decidedly uneasy, quickly crossing his legs. His wife glared in my direction then gave him a filthy look. I chuckled to myself as I swung my legs off the stool in a cloud of frills and walked off. Mmm what power!

As the evening wore on I was getting more and more attention with my bold and flirtatious behaviour. I rejoined the girls and eventually we caught up with Andy and some of his colleagues. At least he was in fancy dress..... a white football kit. Those muscular thighs and the sight of that tight little bum in close fitting shorts practically had me drooling. I squealed when he pulled me down onto his lap and arranged my skirts neatly over his legs with the petticoats all scrunched up his chest. I sensed he was very pleased to see me!

As usual, Debbie was flirting like crazy with Andy's colleagues. They couldn't keep their eyes off her in that see-through outfit. Suddenly she bent over, giving them an eyeful of her melons practically spilling out of her bra. For a brief moment they fell silent, staring at her full breasts. Sitting directly behind her, Andy and I had a very different view, as the wispy and diaphanous material of her harem pants stretched to near breaking point over her well rounded bottom. She even had the audacity to wiggle her bottom and glanced round with a big smile on her face. There was an immediate reaction inside my knickers as her pert little buttocks began to part, revealing the thin ribbon strap of her panties and a triangle of white lace trimmed satin, barely covering her pussy. To think that that delightful bottom had been sitting on my face the night before...... mmmm. Andy coughed loudly and I could feel his cock sticking up through his thin cotton shorts.

"Something up?" Debbie laughed in her sexy pose.

"You're right about that, I'm sitting on something very lumpy here" I replied, clamping his truncheon firmly between my thighs.

"Maybe it's a present for the birthday girl" Debbie laughed?

"Mmmm, well it certainly feels like a nice big one anyway" I said, enjoying the opportunity to tease him further.

His face was scarlet. "You just wait young lady!" he whispered in my ear.

"Mmmm promises, promises" I giggled as I felt his hand under my skirt, searching for a way into my knickers.

"Uh uh, naughty naughty" I said and went to get up.

He got the message and took his hand away, hastily pulling me back down again to hide his rising embarrassment.

"So, are you going to sign our contract Andy?" Angela asked changing the subject.

"Funny you should mention that. I need to run over it with Christine one more time. I think we're.... what's the expression.... DOWN TO THE SHORT STROKES" he replied causing a ripple of laughter as I blushed madly.

The girls were still giggling and making crude remarks as we left. He took me to his expensive suite, made me a drink and swept me into a passionate embrace. He kissed me hard and long and pulled my hand down onto his cock. It sprang into life and began to swell as I ran my fingers up and down the length. The preliminaries soon came to an abrupt end though and he pushed me over the back of a chair, pulling my skirts up and exposing my girlish pantied bottom to his inquisitive hands.

"Aaaah, little girly pink frilly ones" he laughed. "So Angela wasn't kidding. She said you had a bit of a thing about dressing up as a little girl. How interesting, I'd like to hear more."

He ran his hands over my stocking tops, along the suspenders and onto my ruffled bottom. I tensed up when they crept round to the front of my tented knickers.

"No, Andy.... please." I wanted to resist but remembered what Angela had said about my job.

"Hey, what have we got here then" he said, discovering my penis through the filmy chiffon. "A little boy or a little girl, eh? What's it to be? Well it doesn't matter, we both know what you need eh?"

It was the first time I had been touched...... down there.... not by my girlfriend...... or any girl...... and certainly not by another man. I was so embarrassed but he didn't seem at all shocked or bothered. Somehow, I had the feeling he knew all along that I was male. I wriggled furiously as he massaged my penis and it grew quickly within the confines of his big strong hands.

"Please..... I..... I've never done anything like this before. I've got a girlfriend at home" I said in a pathetic voice.

"A girlfriend? Oh really. And have you fucked her?" he asked bluntly.

"Er..... well..... no..... I mean....... not yet. She's a little shy, you know."

"Oh come on. If you aren't fucking her, she's not your girlfriend. I know women. You can be sure that some other bastard is giving her a good length if you're not" he laughed.

"Tell me, have you ever been with a man before?" he asked, slipping his hand under the knicker elastic so he could take my swollen penis between his fingers.

What could I say, the truth was that I'd never even made it with a girl! I wanted to tell him I wasn't interested in guys but before I could muster an answer he cut in. "Never mind precious, I'll show you what you've been missing. You're far too pretty for a boy and you obviously enjoy getting all dolled up in dresses. You just enjoy your feminine side and feel how wonderful it is to be shagged by a real cock. You can forget all about your girlfriend now. This is something she can't do for you."

He slipped my knickers down and eased my legs apart, then pulled his shorts down and off. I nearly fainted at the sight of his manhood heading for my bottom and shuddered as it slid up and down between my cheeks. He would be the first to take my virginity and I knew I'd need to completely relax to accept his length.

For some time, he traced the perimeter of my rosebud with his stiff cock, feeling for my little puckered opening. I felt decidedly queasy, yet I was beginning to enjoy the soft sensual touch and he was very gentle with me. He continued to tease me until I almost fainted from the long drawn-out agony of anticipation. He was using the tip of his cock to massage the sensitive ring of my male pussy, occasionally entering - not deeply enough to satisfy, just enough to tantalise.

I had a raging hard-on by now. "Oh please... no" I moaned. I may have said no but I couldn't wait any longer to be filled by his throbbing erection.

"Tell me you're ready for my cock. Come on" he urged.

"Oh yesss, give it to me for god's sake, I want to feel it deep inside."

"That's better." At last he obliged and thrust his throbbing poker into me.

"Oooh" I cried out, more in shock than pain. Thankfully, it was no worse than the dildo the previous night. It was frightening and erotic at the same time.

"I promised Angela you'd get a good seeing to" he said and with a gentle push he buried his cock deep inside.

As he built into a steady rhythm, he proudly told me how he never failed to get a girl into bed on a first date. This really was an insult after what I'd told him about my lack of progress with Claire.

"I never let them put me off and I hate all this equality crap. I like my women to know who's boss right from the start. Bend them over, get their panties down and work on them till they're gagging for it and begging for cock. First time, it's important to give it to them from behind to re-enforce who's in control. Sounds a bit crude I know but it always works. I never have a problem after that and they keep coming back" he laughed.

Thankfully he was a little more gentle with me but at the same time he was all man. Whilst he filled me with his cock, he made sure I was satisfied over and over, leaving me weak but begging for more. Afterwards, we lay in each others arms for a while before I took a shower and repaired my make-up. I had just finished dressing when there was a knock at the door.

It was Mr Abdul, Andy's boss, the black man whose sons had been eyeing me up in the bar.

"Thought you might need a hand with the contract" he said and walked in.

"Christine, this is Mohammed Abdul, he's the Chairman of our company. Have you two met?" Andy asked.

"No but I saw her downstairs, giving my lads and practically every man in the bar a good eyeful up her skirt."

"Is that right?" Andy laughed.

My face went beet red and without warning, he hauled me face down over his lap, piling my skirts and petticoats high onto my back as I kicked and yelled out.

"Is this what she was flashing?"

My legs were completely exposed and they both had a full view of my stocking tops and the shameful frilly knickers. His hands came to rest on my silky ruffled bottom and pulled the panties tight into the crease. I flinched at my buttocks being pulled apart, recalling what had followed the last time Andy had done this. He was acting so differently now, not gentle but tough and manly. I put it down to the presence of his boss.

"Go on Andy, give it to her good and hard" he laughed, urging him on.

He yanked my knickers down to my thighs and began spanking my fleshy buttocks, alternating between each one and building into a steady rhythm.

"Oooow", I cried. He was treating me like the little girl I was dressed as and I felt so ashamed, especially after what we'd just done together. Didn't it mean anything to him?

"Ooooooow."

This was no playful game but a full blown spanking. I was bouncing up and down on his lap as he laid into me with force. Tears began to flood my eyes and roll down my cheeks, as much from the humiliation as the pain. I was squirming and bouncing in his lap like a little girl and he kept on until my bottom felt like it was on fire. Looking up, it wasn't difficult to see the effect it was having on his boss. The big man was standing right in front of me, no more than a foot away from my face with a large bulge at the front of his trousers.

"Does the thought of a black cock excite you girly?" he asked huskily as I gazed at his crotch.

In a state of shock, I nodded a silent yes in answer. He slipped his trousers down and traced the outline of his big cock through a pair of thin white cotton pants, deliberately teasing me.

"You know what they say about black men and the size of their equipment? You white bitches just love a black cock don't you? The bigger the better. I bet you can't wait for it can you? Is your pussy a little damp...... or is it sopping wet at the thought of it?"

He was so earthy and a frisson of sexual excitement shot up my spine as he slipped his pants down, revealing his magnificent weapon level with my face.

"Go on take it, you little prick tease. You'd better get your saliva down the whole length or it'll split that pussy of yours in two."

I practically swooned at the thought of what was to come and took him eagerly between my lips, enjoying the way his black meat immediately filled my mouth. I worked it between my lips, running my lips over the glans until he was good and hard.

"Christ, she's hot for it Andy. Look at her!" Then, suddenly he pulled away and knelt down behind me.

"Well well" he laughed, slipping my knickers down and revealing my penis.

"You English boys, you're all the same. No wonder your women are so frustrated. They want you filling their PUSSIES not their PANTIES" he laughed.

"Well I know what a sissy English boy needs, you've been flaunting it all evening, haven't you?"

He pushed against my bottom and my hot buttocks shuddered in response to the thrill of his huge cock easing between my cheeks. I didn't understand what was happening to me. I wanted him inside me, yet how could I feel this way? I was almost disgusted with myself and my wanton behaviour.

"This is what you've been waiting for isn't it sissyboy? The thought of being taken by a REAL man eh?" he said, breathing deeply.

My God, he was huge! I could only imagine the sight of that big black cock working its way into my pink bottom. He thrust forward and my rosebud tightened to a narrow rim, gripping the thickness of his shaft like a ring on your finger.

"Mmm, that's good. I like my pussy nice and tight" he moaned "and you're nice and wet in here."

"Oohhh" I cried as he slammed into me.

With a stinging slap to each of my burning cheeks, he began a steady rhythm, sliding his cock in and out, then pausing briefly and restarting. He kept this up for about 15 minutes. I was right on the edge, begging for release and practically fainting from the drawn-out agony and anticipation but he waited until he was good and ready. At last! He pumped his cream deep inside me and I screamed girlishly in ecstasy soaking my satin and lace petticoats.

His cock came to rest inside my soaking pussy, twitching as if it might spring into action again at any time. "Was that good? Can you feel my seed swimming inside you? You better start checking out the baby shops and thinking of a name for your black baby" he chuckled.

At last, I felt totally female. I had never been so satisfied, so contented and so fulfilled. I never wanted it to end!

I collapsed exhausted onto a chair and closed my eyes, quickly drifting off to sleep amid wild sexy dreams.

Mr Abdul returned a little later with one of his sons whilst I was still asleep. I came to, with the added shock of seeing Angela chatting away with a big smile on her face.

"What do you want us to do with his cases, the ones we switched at the airport" they asked?

"Oh, you can get rid of them. He won't be needing those clothes now will he" she replied.

It took me a moment to realise what they were saying. I'd been fitted up! It was all a scam! But why were they doing this for God's sake?

"Good looking boy you have here" Angela continued.

"Like most teenagers, both my sons are as randy as hell and I don't want them wandering round and getting some little girl pregnant tonight. Mind you, I've no idea where the older one is."

"I bet they're a handful. How old is this handsome young man then?"

"Jed is sixteen. Both my sons have started to prepare for their wedding. They'll take the first of their brides when they're eighteen. We have a strong faith and our religion teaches us that the wedding night is a night of heightened passion and special lovemaking; a night that will define the sexual chemistry for the entire marriage. On that first night, it's important for the man to hold his climax until his bride has been satisfied at least five times."

"FIVE! Wow, that'd take some doing. I can't think of any man capable of lasting more than five minutes" she laughed.

"Yes, it takes determination and much practice. That's why Jed is here tonight. He needs the practice but he's too young to be going with girls yet.

Uh-oh, I didn't like the sound of this at all. The young boy had a big grin on his face as he slowly started to undress..... like he was stripping in front of an audience, which I suppose he was. He certainly wasn't at all embarrassed about his body and once he was down to his underpants, he deliberately stood right in front of me, practically brushing my face. He began to slip the waistband of his pants down. He seemed to be toying with me, watching my reaction. His black penis was slowly revealed. He may have been tall and lanky but he took after his Father in at least one department!

He was the type of guy I'd always envied with his broad shoulders and muscular build. His features were decidedly masculine, unlike mine and I couldn't help feeling jealous. As he eased his pants off, he began stroking his manhood. He had a big smile on his face as he watched me squirm. I didn't know where to look but it was difficult to avoid that long threatening cock. It was just a few inches from my face and I could practically smell his sex.

I must have looked frightened as Angela sat down and put her arm round me in a comforting gesture. I felt so confused. I wanted him but not like this, not in front of everyone. I was desperately scared. Maybe I didn't want to admit to myself....... that I found him attractive, that I was aroused by the sight of his muscular body, and that sex with other men was what I'd really needed for some time. I turned to Angela, hoping in vain she would rescue me from this dilemma and tell me it was all a joke. Instead, she looked at his cock, then at me and merely smiled.

"Pleeasse Angela......" I begged her.

"Don't be silly Chris, remember our little discussion earlier? Besides, most young girls would give their right arm to be serviced by such a hunky, virile young man!" she laughed.

Mohammed walked toward me ominously. "Come on Chrissie, you know what's expected and you know you want it, deep down."

"N....n....no" I pleaded again and with my heart pounding, I headed for the door.

Too late, they grabbed me and dragged me back to a leather topped desk. I was struggling like crazy but to little effect, other than that Mohammed decided I needed to be held down. He asked Angela for her nylons and she happily lifted her short skirt to reveal hold-up stockings and pale blue silk panties, hardly school uniform! She peeled the stockings off whilst they pulled me face down over the desk. Mohammed then used the stockings to tie my hands tightly to the legs of the desk.

What a sight I must have made. I knew my lacy petticoats and suspendered stockings would be on show, probably my knickers too. Jed lost no time in flipping my skirt and petticoats onto my back, revealing my girlish panties. His breathing quickened and he ran his hands up the back of my thighs, over the stocking tops and onto my bottom. I squirmed about unable to prevent him feeling me up, as he played with the lacy frills of my panties and then slipped his fingers under the elastic legs to gain access to my bottom.

Meanwhile, the two men had turned their attention to Angela. "I thing we'll make our own entertainment eh Angela" Mohammed joked, helping her to her feet.

For the first time since I'd met her, she looked worried. She was no longer in control. Mohammed put his hand on her breast whilst Andy slipped a hand up inside her pleated school skirt. She cried out, trying to pull away but they were far too strong for her.

This was great! I had a clear view of them and even Jed stopped groping me to watch his Father in action.

Mohammed lifted the hem of her short skirt and grabbed her bottom, stroking her through the silk panties. "Um..... I'd love to stay guys but I'm really tired, maybe another night huh?"

"Oh come on Angela, we're your best customer, you said so yourself. It's just a bit of fun and it'd be nice to get to know each other a little better. After all, the customer's always right, eh?"

They were dragging her across the room toward the bedroom and she was struggling desperately. I was loving this!

"Look, why don't I get my two girls to join you. They'd love to get to know you better and I'm sure they'd be real appreciative."

"But we've seen the girls. It's you we want Angela. You wouldn't risk losing the contract would you?"

Mohammed picked up the cane she'd been carrying all evening and brought it down across the thin silk panties. "Oooow. Ooooooow"

She continued to protest and struggle as Mohammed striped her bottom with her own long swishy cane. I bet she wished she'd left that behind! At the same time, Andy had pulled her blouse off and was unzipping her skirt, revealing a very pretty pale blue bra and panty set. She hardly had a model like figure but she was certainly very trim and athletic looking. Her bottom was probably her best asset, well proportioned, nicely rounded and a tempting target for the cane. I watched as it kissed her cheeks with a resounding smack, leaving its imprint across the silky satin panties and causing her to jump in delayed reaction to every stroke. The tears were welling up in her eyes and her lips pursed as she began to blub a little.

Eventually the blows stopped. "What do you reckon Chris, would you like to see 'Miss prim and proper' without her panties" Mohammed laughed? I smiled and licked my lips at the thought even though I still didn't want to say anything that might jeopardise my job.

He'd meanwhile removed his trousers and underpants revealing his big black dangling cock in all it glory.

Angela gasped. "OH MY GOD! No, I can't do this. No, please Mohammed, I'm sorry. Let me get the girls."

He held her tightly against him, letting her feel his black monster press into her soft tummy while pushing her panties down to her ankles. I caught sight of her pert rounded bottom, covered in red stripes. She certainly had a cute little ass, no wonder they wanted her. Any man would want to fuck an ass like that. Mohammed wasted no time in groping her buttocks, then pushed a couple of fingers into her crack.

"Oooooh. Please Mohammed" she cried again. "I don't do this sort of thing with.... with.... and anyway its far too big for me" she pleaded.

"Nonsense. Chrissie took it no trouble, you'll be fine. You're a little tight down here but I guess it's just not getting enough action. You'll be amazed how far I can make your pussy stretch" he reassured her.

"Oh.....oh no" she whimpered.

With that, he very easily lifted her up and carried her next door. They were out of sight now but I could still hear what was going on. First, the ominous sound of bed springs, then Angela still pleading with them. Suddenly she cried out. I almost felt sorry for her.... well almost!

"Just a few more inches Angela.... ooh you're as tight as a drum. Must be ages since you were last seen to. That's it baby, you've got all my cock inside you now. You ready Andy? Use the other hole man. That's right baby, it's BACKDOOR time."

Mohammed was screwing her pussy while Andy must have taken her up the ass. She squealed like a pig, with the unmistakable sound of flesh slapping against flesh. I wished I could see her sandwiched between the two of them...... I would have given anything to watch!

"Heh I can feel you in there man, right next to me" Mohammed laughed. "OK, BIG push now....... oh yessssss."

There was a loud sob from Angela and a lot of grunting and groaning. I felt a deep sense of satisfaction that she was finally getting her just desserts, whether she liked it or not.

With that Jed got back to business and ran his hands over my bottom. "Oh man, dig those frills. I'm gonna keep these to show the guys back home" and he pulled my frilly panties down and threw them on top of the pile of his own clothes. He then took the cane they'd left behind and began to exercise it through the air. It looked as if I was going to receive a sound thrashing as well but I knew that would just be the start, revenge perhaps for my earlier teasing. I felt the cane landing repeatedly on my bottom as I realised I would soon be screwed like a brazen little tart..... by a boy who was two years younger than me..... and whose cock was at least twice the size of my own.

With every stroke of the cane, my bottom jumped but I tried not to show any emotion. He gave me twelve hard strokes in total at which point my bottom was jumping in anticipation before the cane even landed.

"Phooahh, nice ass, sissy" he said as he finally stopped and ran his hands over my burning crimson cheeks. They were on fire, almost numb, and I could barely feel his hands. Maybe I wouldn't be able to feel what was to come. Now that would be a real waste!

"Bet you can't wait to you feel my dick inside your pussy eh" he laughed?

He started to spread my legs with his knees but I was determined it wasn't going to be that easy for him and struggled hard. With that, he undid my stockings and slid them down to my ankles. Kneeling down, he pulled them off and used them to tie my ankles to the desk. Now I was spread-eagled and completely at his mercy. His powerful hands expertly parted my buttocks. I felt my pussy opening up for him and relaxed in blissful anticipation.

Few girls could have shown more of themselves to a man than I was doing right now. A frustrated bride on her wedding night wouldn't have ached to be fucked as urgently as I did. With my legs blatantly spread and my cheeks splayed, I was wide open and ready to be ravished by my black stallion and I felt good that he wanted me.

His cock stood proudly to attention and he guided it between my cheeks, ready to penetrate my tight but strangely willing pussy. It slid down the crack of my ass, making me shiver, searching for my tight little hole. At last he found it and pushed up again.

"Ooooh" I moaned, feeling the glans penetrate me. He paused, teasing me with just the tip of his manhood inside me. I could sense his excitement as his cock swelled, opening me up. I knew how desperately I wanted it and cast aside any lingering doubts and inhibitions as I clenched and relaxed my muscles, squeezing his manhood, conscious of the message it would send and encouraging him to take me.

There was another little cry from the next room followed by Mohammed telling Angela to get on all fours. He told her again and losing patience must have started to spank her bottom. More blubbing, then after a pause, he groaned and she yelled out again. I could now visualise them both taking her from behind, slamming into her red hot bottom but was far too busy to take any more notice.

The young boy eased no more than another inch of his throbbing cock into me.

"Phooahh, what a tight little pussy, just like your boss eh" he groaned.

Then without warning, he took hold of the suspender belt around my waist and pulled. I gasped as I felt myself sliding easily down his shaft. I wondered if he realised I was still full of his Father's sperm. He kept pulling until his cock was deep inside and I was impaled on his length with his balls against my thighs. At the same time he began groping between my legs, searching for my penis.

"Hey man, what's this? It's no bigger than my little finger" he laughed.

He made a fist and began to rub it up and down my penis. I was very worked up by the time he stopped. I moaned. I didn't want him to stop now. He stayed perfectly still, gently holding my throbbing organ. I couldn't stand it. I thrust back and forward forcing my manhood in and out of his hand and at the same time, sliding back and forth on his cock. It was exactly what he wanted. He let me continue like that for a few minutes, letting me do all the work and showing him how much I wanted it. He must have sensed how close I was to orgasm and began to thrust deep inside me. I could feel myself losing control as his pace quickened. His balls slapped noisily against my thighs. I couldn't hold back any longer and came in great shuddering spurts that spewed out onto the desk.

"Yesss" Jed yelled in triumph. "One down, four to go! Come on baby you can do it" and he immediately began fisting my cock again, which was still embarrassingly hard.

Within ten minutes I was climaxing for the second time, but the third took much longer. I felt completely drained. My ejaculations had all but dried up but I knew he wouldn't stop. I must have blacked out as I really don't remember much after that. They must have carried me back to my room and I awoke the next day feeling terrible. No wonder! Debbie packed my cases for me and we checked out and headed for the airport.

I sat between Angela and Debbie on the plane. Angela wore dark glasses the whole time and kept fidgeting around. Sore ass I assumed! Still, she was at least satisfied with the new business we'd signed up and started to tell me about my new job. Talk about a carrot and stick approach.

"I'm expecting you to provide complete satisfaction in your new role Chris. Remember, we've got some lovely photos of you for your parents and friends if you screw up" she laughed.

That was the stick! On the other hand, she was offering me a 50% salary increase!

"You'd better read the contract we signed" she told me. I thumbed through it until I reached the most important section. It named me as a 'personal services assistant' whatever that was. I was to report to Mohammed and I'd be based in his office. At least that meant I wouldn't have to face everyone back in our own office. The best part was that I was to live in his company's luxury apartment. Wow! I would save a fortune on rent and with the increase in salary I'd be able to buy my own place in a year or so. I read on. All clothing would be provided and it said my main function was to provide 'stress management' services to Mohammed and his management team and to entertain the company's customers. I wasn't certain what that might imply but I had a good idea!

"Looks OK I suppose but what does it mean about clothes.... and entertaining" I enquired.

"Oh they have a lot of foreign customers visit the UK, and it seems the Japanese in particular have a real thing about English boys. They also like their boys dressed as very young girls. Don't look so worried, that'll be right up your street. We've already started to assemble a complete wardrobe for you, lots of cute frilly dresses, panties and petticoats just the way you like them. We'll take you straight over to the apartment and the girls will help you settle in" she said.

I was more than a little apprehensive but the thought of losing my job versus making a pile of cash helped me decide to give it a try, no matter what.

We arrived at the apartment, a penthouse at the top of Mohammed's office block. It was simply stunning and I could scarcely believe it was going to be my new home. There were two bedrooms with huge four poster beds and mirrored ceilings and two bathrooms, one of which had a bath built for two and a separate jacuzzi. The best part though was the balcony and fabulous views over the river Thames. I prayed I could cope with whatever the job entailed but even if I could only stick it for a year I'd make a fortune whilst living in pure luxury.

The girls were really impressed. They were giggling and running excitedly from one room to another. "Hey, look at this" Sara shouted from the main bedroom.

For the first time I noticed that the bedroom was decorated in a very soft feminine style. There were pink, frilled satin sheets, curtains of frothy lace and a variety of soft cuddly toys and little dolls around the room. The pale pink walls were covered in pictures of young teenage boys, mostly pop idols but also some footballers. Sara pointed to one of the pictures of an athlete in tight-fitting running gear. He had the biggest lunchbox I'd ever seen.

"Isn't he a dream?" she giggled. "Oh look" she cried, running over to one of the wardrobes. The huge sliding door was open, revealing a rail of pretty dresses. She ooh'd and aah'd, pulling them out one after another. Every one was in the same 'little girl' style, just as Angela had promised with generous amounts of flounces and frills, and very full skirts. The rail below was packed with different coloured garments in satin, nylon and net, all trimmed with lace and ribbons. My heart sank as I realised they were petticoats, in every style and colour imaginable but all extremely full, frilly and girlish.

Debbie was already searching through the next wardrobe and admiring two voluminous white wedding dresses, along with their matching bouffant tulle petticoats. "Aren't they gorgeous? See, I told you we'd get you into a wedding dress" she teased. The mere thought set my heart racing.

She then moved on to three ballet tutus in blue, pink and white. They all had frothy net skirts that stuck out at right angles and were attached to matching satin leotards. She took one from the rail. "Oh can you imagine him in this" she shrieked holding it up? "The slightest move and look....." she laughed, gently lifting one of the stiffened skirts. My breathing quickened. The satin panties were instantly revealed, covered in rows of lace frills. "Aren't they sweet Chris? Imagine wearing this and bending over in front of some guy. If that doesn't give him a hard-on, nothing will."

The girls were so excited and quickly moved on to the large chest of drawers and began examining the contents.

"My God, just look at all this underwear" Sarah giggled. "I've never seen so many pairs of knickers and they're all covered in darling little frills and bows.

"Yes and look at all these nighties..... lovely silky babydolls with matching panties...... oh they're really cute" Debbie added.

"Right Chris, time's getting on. We'd better get you dressed. Mohammed will be round this evening and I want him to see that you're getting into the swing of things" Norma said.

Before I could argue, she started to undress me. I wasn't pleased. I'd spent the day dressed in a flowing cream satin blouse and tight fitting black leather slacks. They felt superb, very sensual, and I'd had plenty of admiring looks. Norma was quite firm though. She reminded me that Mohammed was my new boss and I had to start delivering on my side of the contract.

She even had me remove my lingerie, a very feminine matching bra and panty set in fuchsia pink, and sheer pantyhose. I held my hands strategically over my genitals as Sara and Debbie argued over the dress I should wear. Finally they agreed on a very frilly, yellow satin party dress with a skirt that would finish about 6 inches above the knee. They picked out three frothy layered petticoats and a pair of bright yellow nylon knickers with rows and rows of little white lacy frills and yellow ribbon bows at the front, running from the waistband to the crotch.

I complained at having to get back into little girl dresses again but they weren't listening. With a heavy heart I stepped into the frilly panties and they pulled them up to my waist. They were a bit tight but as usual they felt wonderful and I immediately had that embarrassing reaction in my loins again. They laughed as the panties began to bulge at the front and they helped me with the petticoats. The first one I stepped into was white. That was followed by a yellow one and finally another frilly white petticoat, elaborately decorated with yellow ribbon bows and matching lace. There was no doubt that it was designed to be seen and on the basis of the last few days, very little doubt that it would be! They pulled the yellow satin dress over my head and arranged the skirt over the multitude of layers before zipping me up. As usual there was a sash to go round the waist, in a contrasting white satin, which they tied behind. My hair, which had been combed into a young trendy style earlier that morning was swept up into sweet little bunches and tied with yellow ribbons trimmed with white lace. I wasn't even allowed stockings. Instead, they made me wear white ankle socks with a lacy frill, and gave me some black Mary Jane's. I glanced in the mirror. Oh God, what a sight! Once again I was a pretty little girl in a sweet rustling dress, trying to keep her skirt down over layers of frothy petticoats.

"Oh how sweet" Angela announced. "Whenever he bends over or sits down you'll get a delightful rainbow effect of yellow and white petticoats" she said, swishing the skirts to demonstrate. You're just a little treasure" she teased in a babyish voice, pinching my cheek, and they laughed as I turned away in disgust. Then came the really bad news.... "Oh by the way, Claire's coming to see you" she mentioned almost casually.

"My Claire" I gasped?

"Yes. Your girlfriend remember, or have you forgotten about her now you've discovered how popular you are with the boys?"

"But she can't be. You're joking, she can't come round here..... and see me ...... not like this" I protested, pulling at the hem of my dress.

"Nonsense! After all the stories going round the office, she couldn't wait to see you. Oh come on, hurry up and buckle those shoes. She'll be here any minute and you want to look your best for her don't you?" Angela laughed.

I panicked at the thought of being seen in this state by my own girlfriend. That was just too much. I made a dash for the front door, but stupidly I hadn't buckled the shoes and I tripped in the hallway, falling in a sprawling heap of frothy petticoats. They laughed, picked me up like a sack of potatoes and carried me back to the bedroom.

From one of the drawers, Angela took a pair of nylons and secured my wrists behind one of the bedposts. "That's better, can't have you running off can we?"

With a second pair of stockings, Debbie pulled one round my neck and another round my forehead like a bandana, tying them both to the bedpost. It was quite simple now for her to hold my face and apply fresh make-up and lipstick and only when she'd finished, did she release my head. Finally, Sara tidied up my dress, fluffing out my skirts and arranging the petticoats so that an inch or so of pretty lace was on show beneath the hem of the skirt. They said I was now ready for Claire.

Oh no! The last person I wanted to see me like this was Claire..... and now I couldn't even move!

I jumped with the sound of the door buzzer and the girls left me alone as they went to answer it. I could hear Claire laughing in the hallway and I could also hear Phil, Angela's queer male secretary, and another guy I recognised from the office. For twenty minutes or so, they were given a guided tour round the luxurious apartment while I waited apprehensively, naively hoping they would miss the bedroom out. Some hope! I could hear Claire squealing with delight at the view from the balcony and expressing amazement that I'd been given such an exclusive apartment to use.

"Mind you, I suppose there's quite a price to pay" she laughed. "So come on then, what have you done with my boyfriend? Where is the little darling? Is he all dressed and ready for me? I hope he's wearing his prettiest party dress today, the boys are dying to see him" she laughed.

"Through here then" Angela laughed and I could hear them approaching across the hall. I held my breath as the door swung open. Claire looked as pretty as ever yet her clothes were a little more revealing than usual. Her skirt was shorter than anything I'd seen her in before and her bra was clearly visible beneath a skimpy white T-shirt. For the first time I could make out her nipples, like two little bullets sewn into her bra. The thought of rubbing my hands over her breasts, tweaking her nipples and feeling them grow hard, made my heart pound.

Claire immediately erupted into giggles at the sight of me in my frilly dress, whilst the guys shuffled their feet, looking strangely embarrassed and cracking a few jokes.

"Oh my God" she shrieked, putting a hand to her mouth in shock. She came over to the bed and stood in front of me, looking me over, laughing. "Oh sweetheart, look at you. Goodness, don't you make a pretty little girl. My little SISSY CHRISSIE" she teased, pulling at the hem of my girlish dress as she noticed the lacy petticoats beneath. My face went crimson.

"Well, aren't you even going to give your girlfriend a kiss" she laughed. She stepped forward, pressing into my petticoats and giving me a little peck on the cheek, as girls do to each other.

"Oh isn't he SWEEEET! What a PRETTY dress you're wearing darling, did the girls help you with it? Oh they've really got you looking so girlish haven't they? I'd never have known. Oh and I simply adore the hair and the little ribbons. You see, I told you it would look cute in a girls' style didn't I? Oh yes, what a doll. If I'd known this is what you wanted sweetheart I could have dressed you ages ago" she laughed.

"Come on, don't be shy lads. Come and have a good look at my BOYFRIEND, isn't he cute?" They stepped forward with big grins on their faces, no longer embarrassed at the shocking sight of a petticoated male.

"You know Phil don't you, and this is Dave, isn't he a dream?" she said with a glazed look. I remembered that he worked in the Finance department, and she was right, he was sickeningly good looking.

They looked at me with broad smiles. "My God, what a jerk! For God's sake Claire, how come you're going out with that" Dave laughed!

Claire leaned forward again and whispered in my ear "Isn't he divine? I think he fancies me. He keeps staring at my breasts and he's asked me out a couple of times. What do you think? Treat 'em mean, keep 'em keen, eh" she giggled.

Meanwhile, Angela and the girls announced they'd things to do and that they'd leave me in Claire's capable hands. "Bye now, don't tease him too much Claire and remember Mohammed will be here at eight. Oh and don't forget our little date tonight, remember" Angela smiled on the way out. I looked at Claire, wondering what Angela had planned but she ignored me.

"Good. Now they're out the way, we can get a better look at our new girl." Sitting on the bed, she began lifting my skirts. "Look at all the frilly petticoats boys, so many layers and all different colours, aren't they pretty" she said counting them out loud... "six... seven... eight... nine... ten... eleven... twelve... thirteen... fourteen... FIFTEEN! Goodness, all those petticoats, no wonder your skirt is standing out like that."

I wriggled as she continued to pile on the humiliation. "Now then, we all know how little girls love to wear their prettiest knickers under their party dresses. And they love to tease the boys with them. Did they dress you in pretty knickers darling? Shall we let the boys have a little look? I bet they'd love to see your pretty panties, are you going to let them have a little peek?"

"For God's sake STOP THIS Claire" I protested. Right now, I wished that Angela hadn't left.

"But if you were in their shoes you'd want to see wouldn't you?" Holding the lacy white hem of the final petticoat she turned to the boys. "It's up to you boys. Do you want to see my boyfriend's panties or not?"

"You bet! Get his petticoats up, let's see what the little sissy's wearing" Dave replied roaring with laughter.

"You hear him" she smiled, slowly raising the final layer, revealing my creamy white thighs. A little higher and the shameful knickers were displayed. "Oh look boys, he's wearing little yellow panties to match his dress and check out all the pretty lace frills, aren't they just darling" she giggled.

As she continued to tease and torment me, her short skirt was riding up, and for the first time I caught a glimpse of her panties. They were pale blue with pretty lace. She noticed me staring up her skirt. "Having a good look darling? Shame you never got very far in that department isn't it?" she mocked. "Particularly as I'm feeling randy as hell today, must be that time of the month" she laughed, releasing my petticoats and fluffing them out round my thighs. She then pulled my dress down and carefully arranged the skirt over the pouffy layers beneath.

She let her legs slide apart and without any sense of shame, she started to rub her breasts and pinch her rubbery nipples. "Oh, I feel so hot. So which of you boys would like to help me out here, mmm?" She looked at me dismissively. "You look rather tied up Chris, and I don't think this is your scene is it Phil? That just leaves you Dave. Are you up for it?" she pouted.

He looked a bit surprised but she'd already slipped her top off and was stepping out of her skirt. She put her fingers into the waistband of her white lace edged slip and slid it off. She was left wearing a blue push-up bra and a matching lacy thong that disappeared into the crack of her nicely rounded buttocks. It suddenly dawned on me. She was wearing the underwear that I'd sent her.

"Oh I forgot to thank you Chris, for the darling lingerie. Isn't it sexy? I bet you chose it yourself" she said and did a twirl for me. She oozed sex appeal. Her breasts weren't large but well proportioned and the sheer bra emphasized her perky nipples. Suddenly, all I wanted was to lick and nibble them. It was the first time I'd seen her this naked..... and I was having to share this precious moment with two other guys!

She stuck her chest out and pouted again. "Well Dave, are you ready for me or not?" He didn't need to be asked twice. He kicked his shoes off and practically tore the rest of his clothes off down to his boxers. She put her hand on the bulge at the front. "Mmmm, I think I'm in for quite a big surprise" she laughed.

She ran her fingers up his length, tracing his manhood through the thin cotton. You could see he was getting a hard-on as she slowly stroked him. When she finally pulled his boxers down he was well and truly hard. Sickeningly, he was very well endowed and she gingerly held his manhood in her palm. Her hand looked tiny in comparison and she couldn't even wrap her fingers round it. "Mmmm, you're going to be quite a handful aren't you" she giggled?

I watched in disbelief as she reached behind and unfastened her bra, her firm breasts spilling out like jellies from a mould. They hardly needed any support and jiggled nicely, nipples standing proud. Dave's hands were all over them. She lay back on the bed and pulled him down on top of her and they began a heavy snog. My own girlfriend was making out with this guy right in front of me and all I could do was watch, wishing things had been so different.

He began kissing and licking her tits then sucked on her hard nipples, sending her into raptures. "Oh come on Dave, feel me, I'm so wet down here" she murmured.

He reached for the waistband of her panties and she lifted herself to make it easier for him to remove the tiny thong. He wasted no time in guiding his erection toward her wet, open, and willing pussy.

"Claire" I pleaded, unable to take any more. "What are you doing? You said you wanted to save yourself."

"Yes...... for a real man..... and he's arrived. Look at that cock. Now there's a REAL man.

"But I love you... dear Claire, you're everything to me" I begged, tears rolling down my face.

"If you really love me, you'll want the best for me then won't you? Is his cock bigger and better than yours darling? Won't it satisfy me more than yours ever could?" There was no answer to that.

"Oh come on Dave. My pussy is on fire. I want you to be the first to take me. Do it!"

"My God, are you a virgin?"

"Well, kind of" she replied.

"Wow, I've never screwed a virgin before. Hey, you sure this is OK.... in front of your boyfriend I mean" he asked looking up at me?

"Oh don't worry about him. He wouldn't have broken me in, not in a million years. He'll probably get off, just watching you do me. You'd love to see your girlfriend lose her virginity to a REAL man, wouldn't you Chrissie? Go on, tell him how you want to see him making love to me. Oh Dave, he's going to be so jealous, not of you... of me" she laughed.

He looked at me, laughed and shook his head in disbelief. "I can't believe you haven't even touched her! Look at that tight little pussy. What position do you want to try" he asked her.

"I don't mind" she replied, "ask Chris."

He turned to me again. "Well sissyboy, how shall I fuck your girlfriend?" he laughed? "She might like it from behind.... or she could ride me on top, then you'd have a really good view, eh?"

"Please" I replied, "she's only seventeen, she doesn't know what she's doing."

"Yeh seventeen and still not shagged!" she retorted. "Oh come on Dave, he doesn't understand what you're talking about. Why don't you take me this way" and she tucked her long slender legs in to her chest and pushed her ankles over his shoulders. "I've heard from the girls at work that this is good for a nice deep screw, and he'll be able to watch every inch of your gorgeous cock disappear into my tight little pussy."

With that, he bore down on her, guiding his raging member into the puffy folds of her pussy. "Oh God" she gasped as his huge cock pressed into the entrance. "Jeez I can feel you're going to be too big for me Dave... oh.... oh no... Dave it's huge... careful... oh don't..... oh."

"Shhh baby, you'll soon get used to it. Relax and let your pussy stretch. I just need to get it past... hmmm someone or something's beaten me to it."

"Ooooh" she cried as he thrust into her and she moaned with sheer pleasure as he buried his cock to the hilt. I had to watch as he then withdrew until his cock was just lodged inside the entrance.

"Again" she demanded and pushed up to meet his thrust. He teased her like this for several minutes until she couldn't stand it any longer.

"Oh come on. Fuck me. Fuck me hard you animal" she screamed.

He began to pump in an out of her pussy and I watched in shock and dismay as his firm buttocks bounced up and down as he deflowered my girl. It should have been me between her thighs, filling her with my cock. How could she let this.... this stranger do such a thing.

Until now, Phil had been very quiet, watching the two young lovers with interest but he began whispering into my ear. "Look at them Chris, they're really hot together aren't they? He's such an expert, a real cocksman eh? Poor Claire, she's gagging for it. Still she'll get a good seeing to now won't she?"

At the same time, his hands were exploring under my dress. His hand touched the front of my panties. I squirmed. How revolting, being intimately touched by this creep. He started to pull at the ribbon bows, realizing there was a way into my panties from the front. I froze. Oh my God, my panties were opening up and as he undid the final ribbon, he reached in and pulled my penis out. He was holding me, gently touching my manhood and I was desperately trying to avoid any response. My breathing was heavy and he seemed to sense me holding back and ran his hand up and down my length, looking me in the face as if to say 'tell me you don't like it'. I tried thinking of something horrid but my penis just kept on swelling up.

"Jeez, look at them, like a couple of animals" he whispered. "It's like watching a blue movie isn't it? Are you getting turned on? Yes, I can feel you are."

Suddenly Claire yelled out as she reached her orgasm and came in a shuddering climax. Her young stud was far from finished though. He turned her over and got her to kneel at the end of the bed.

"Oh Dave, again? You're insatiable. Oooh doggy style, how wicked" she laughed and raised her bottom up until it was no more than twelve inches from my face. "I feel really submissive like this. Maybe I should struggle this time so you can be all masterful and have your wicked way with me" she teased.

Dave eased her legs further apart and I could see her red puffy lips, with cum dribbling down her thighs. He stood behind her, his cock still hard, and pushed it between her buttocks.

"Mmmm, it's still like a poker, you've got some staying power. Oh my God, what... what are you doing? Dave! Hey, that's the wrong sodding hole... Dave! Dave.... Noooo ..... Dave.... Ooooh that hurts!"

"Relax baby. If you want to lose your virginity, you've got to experience it this way too. Most girls even prefer it like this."

She began to cry. "Please Dave, that really hurts, stop it!" His cock was stuck about an inch inside her asshole, which was offering a lot more resistance than her pusssy. Again she begged him to stop, this time in a torrent of tears.

I couldn't stand to see her suffer any more. I joined in, pleading with him to leave her alone but he told me to shut up. "It's always like this first time... but you wouldn't know would you? Can't you see, she's gagging for it. In a few minutes you'll see her begging me for more" he explained.

Her blubbing and my weak protest just seemed to spur him on. He was like an animal. Poor Claire tried to pull away but he put an arm round her waist and slapped her hard across the buttocks with the other hand, then again and again and again. She yelped with each slap, then seemed to relax a little, maybe giving up the fight. It was enough for him to force the rest of his cock deep inside her. She groaned, impaled on his cock, tears rolling down her cheeks. He began to saw in and out, pumping her ass and his hand drop down to her pussy. He started to rub her clit and as he did so, she wiped away the tears. I could see by the expression on her face that she was getting used to it. He was thrusting in and out now, balls slapping noisily against her buttocks. She even looked more relaxed and was starting to squirm around on his cock. As he drove in and out, she was even urging him on... just as he said she would!

"Look at that. Your girlfriend's even enjoying it up the ass now, what a whore" Phil whispered, piling on the agony as he pulled away on my swollen cock. Oh God, I just prayed I could stop myself from cumming in his hands.

After a few minutes, Claire climaxed for the second time and Dave collapsed on top of her, his cock buried deep inside my girlfriend's ass. She nibbled his ear and they rested in each others arms whispering to each other.

"Did you enjoy that darling?" she asked me. "You should really thank Dave for letting you watch shouldn't you?"

"Oh he enjoyed it alright, look at this" Phil said and lifted the front of my skirts, revealing my cock standing to attention. She laughed out loud.

"Oh look Dave, look at his little weenie, you haven't got much competition there have you? After your monster, I don't think I could ever go back to anything that small. I mean you wouldn't even feel it would you" she said derisively.

To my horror, Phil continued to wank my shamefully swollen penis right in front of them. Up and down, up and down, and I just kept growing harder. My cheeks burned, being handled by this effeminate sleazebag, right in front of my girlfriend and her lover!

"He likes that Phil, look at his hard-on, and he's gone all goosy. Hey Dave, I bet he fancies you too, specially after he saw you perform. How would you like to fuck my boyfriend? Debbie told me he's been screwed by at least three guys in the past 48 hours. Look, he's gagging for it!"

He looked up in surprise. "But I want to cum inside you baby, not your boyfriend for God's sake."

"Oh go on, please, pretty please. Besides you haven't got any protection and I don't want to get pregnant do I? Go on, I'd love to see his face."

"Well... if you're sure" he laughed. "First time for everything I guess." He got up off the bed and I couldn't help but admire his well honed muscular body. Amazingly, his cock was still erect, standing proud and glistening with my Claire's juice. He held his massive erection. "I was saving this for her but I guess Claire's loss is your gain."

I cringed at the thought of what he was going to do to me, in front of Claire. He moved round behind me and yanked up my skirts. "Hold on Phil, got to get these off" he said and pushed my panties down.

I gasped as I felt his manhood pushing into my crack as he eased my legs apart. Claire climbed off the bed. "Wait, I want to see you doing this" she said standing right up close.

His cock was probing, trying to find my hole. "You sure about this Claire? It's a bit cruel isn't it?"

"You kidding? I think it's the ultimate sacrifice, for a girlfriend to share her lover with her boyfriend. Give it to him long and hard just as you did to me. I want to see my boyfriend being well fucked.... watch the expression on his face with every inch of your cock disappearing inside... ooh this is so kinky!" she squealed.

"Aaaaagh" I cried as he easily found my pussy. I clenched my bottom, gripping his manhood. He eased another inch or so inside. Suddenly he pushed hard and I was impaled on his cock. I gasped, trying to catch my breath.

"Big isn't he?" Claire giggled, picking up her discarded panties. "I'll take over now Phil." Reluctantly, he released his grip and she took my penis and gently wrapped her tiny satin panties around it. She looked up and smiled "how do my panties feel baby... nice? Maybe I'll pop them on you afterwards but right now I'm gonna give you a nice slow wank while you're being screwed... that's it sweetheart, just relax and enjoy it. Let's see how big we can make this shall we?"

Her panties felt so good. A few days ago I'd have given anything to have them round my manhood.... but I never dreamed it would happen this way. As she began to gently wank me with her panties, Dave was starting to thrust deep inside, his balls slapping rhythmically against my buttocks. Tears were rolling down my cheeks! "Pleeeease Claire" I sobbed.

"Hush darling. It's only 'cos I love you so. I want you to experience everything that I've just had, I know you won't be disappointed" she laughed. Her hand was jerking me faster and faster. "Oh you're loving it aren't you? That's it sweetheart, cum into Claire's pretty panties, you know you want to. Show your girlfriend how you do it. Come on darling, don't hold back, let it come now, that's right" she cooed. At that moment Dave yelled out as he jerked and climaxed deep inside me filling me with his sperm. She quickened her action, pulling my penis in long hard strokes until I could hold back no longer, soaking her panties in huge spurts.

"Oooh that's it baby, you were needing that weren't you" she said, slowing up but making sure she milked every last drop. I collapsed, wishing the ground would swallow me up.

"This'll be such good training for you in your new job won't it darling?" I looked up in horror as she pulled on her bra and began to get dressed.

"Oh, we know all about you and your job, don't we boys? Oh yuk! Look at the mess you've made of my panties, I can't wear these. Guess I'll have to borrow some of yours" she laughed and stepped into my yellow frilled panties, re-tying the ribbons at the front. "Mmmm, bit big but they'll do. How do I look in my boyfriend's panties" she teased, parading around the room. "Frills are right back in fashion this year" she laughed.

As she finished dressing, she reminded us that Mohammed would be round shortly and asked Phil to pick something pretty for me to wear. She then took me to the bathroom where she washed and dried me like she was bathing a small child.

"I wonder what Phil has picked out for you? Did you like the dress we sent out to you at the conference? I got the idea from your Mum when we had a few moments alone the other evening."

I suddenly remembered how she'd taken Claire upstairs at one point and I dreaded what was to come.

She showed me your wardrobe with the sweet little dresses and the big fluffy petties. And the special panty drawer with your frilly knickers with your name on them.... oh so cute! She said it was the only way to keep you out of mischief. Well sweetheart, what do you say?"

I was blushing like crazy, as she wrapped me in a big fluffy robe and sat me on her lap. Opening the robe and exposing my manhood, she sprinkled sweet smelling talc over my genitals and gently rubbed it in to my balls and shrivelled little penis. "She said she still has to put you in those dresses.... when you're a naughty boy. Fancy a big boy like you being put into a girls' dress and petticoats by his own Mother!"

I looked down, my face burning with shame and biting my lip as she slowly massaged my manhood.

"She also said you'd never had a girlfriend before and she wasn't pleased when I told her you'd been very naughty, trying to put your hand up my skirt. That's why she gave me your newest outfit. That's right, you hadn't seen that dress before had you. She told me to put you in it next time you misbehaved. Wasn't that nice of her to give me the dress, eh sweetheart? Mind you, she'd have a fit if she knew what you've got yourself into now."

I never said a word the whole time, I felt so ashamed. Thankfully, she led me back to the bedroom where Phil held up a beautiful flowing white wedding gown. "I could fancy this myself" he laughed and Claire told him there was another one if he wanted to try it.

With my heart pounding, I glanced at the pile of lingerie he'd laid out on the bed. It was pure white, silky and decorated with delicate lace and embroidery. There was also a huge waist petticoat with rows of frills from the waistband to the hem, that would stick out and completely fill the skirt.

Claire pulled the robe off me and I automatically reached for the lingerie. "Uh uh" she scolded, taking the panties away. "I bet you've had wet dreams about me dressing you up all pretty. Well they're about to come true." She held the silk panties ready for me to step in. "Mmmm, I bet you've never worn anything as pretty as bridal lingerie before. Come on my pretty boyfriend, step into your bridal panties."

Phil laughed and my face reddened again as she slid them up my thighs, tucked my little penis into the silky crotch and snapped the elastic round my waist. Mmm they felt so sexy and she gave me a little rub to get me going again. She continued with the bra, suspender belt, stockings and bridal garter, then finally the huge frilled petticoats.

"You know darling. With your girlish pale complexion and this gorgeous white lingerie, you'd contrast nicely against Mohammed's black skin. Imagine his big black cock straining to get inside your pretty white panties" she giggled.

I wondered just how much she knew about the last few days and whether Angela had filled her in.

She pulled the huge dress over my head and straightened the skirts over the bouffant petticoats. "Oh Chris sweetheart, one day you'll make a beautiful blushing bride. I don't think Mohammed will be able to keep his hands off you tonight will he?" she laughed.

There was a long floaty veil, which she secured to the headdress while I slipped into the delicate white lacy gloves.

"Oh I'd love to wear a dress like this on my wedding day, and I'd make my husband fight his way through all the layers on our wedding night....mmmm, sexy."

I looked and felt radiant and at eight o'clock sharp, Mohammed was at the door with two of his Japanese clients. Dave and Phil had left earlier leaving Claire and I alone with them.

"Hello Chrissie. How enchanting, I just love a bride you know, so... so virginal." He introduced the two Japanese men but I couldn't begin to pronounce their names. "And this must be Claire, your girlfriend. Nice to meet you Claire. Yes, Angela has told me all about you."

Then he sat down and pulled her down onto his lap. She squealed and wriggled as his hand disappeared under her skirt. "Ooh, Mr Abdul, that's very naughty" she giggled, but she was squirming around on his lap and clearly enjoying the attention. "My that certainly feels nice and big, is it all for me?" she asked.

"Your boyfriend looks charming in that dress doesn't he Claire? Why don't you show them next door Chris, then Claire and I can get better acquainted. By the way gentlemen, I hope the wedding dress is OK for you, otherwise I'm sure Chris would be happy to change into one of his somewhat younger styles for you" he reassured them.

"Wedding dress is fine for start, he makes very pretty girl" one of them beamed. Then without warning, he had his hand on my skirt and was lifting the hem. They were checking out my underwear! I tried to push the dress down but they brushed my hand away and had a good feel through my silk panties. I immediately responded, my penis growing in their hands. "Very satisfactory Mr Abdul. Change him into little girl dress later, we have whole night ahead, yes?"

As they pushed me through into the bedroom I could hear Claire behind me saying.... "To think I was going out with him only last week. Now look at him! Some people will do anything to make a sale!"

Footnote

I'm starting to think about the next story. If you like my style of writing and have enjoyed this or my other stories, perhaps you'd like to make a suggestion, whether it's a particular situation you'd like included, favourite clothing, maybe even your name? Let me know and I'll do my best to include.

 

 

 

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