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Bossed into panties - Part 4 Chapter 12: Fancy dress surprise With a week to go before Christmas, and two weeks before Peter and Debbie's wedding, everyone was talking about the company's annual party. This year it had been decided to make it fancy dress and each department had chosen their own theme. Peter's department had agreed they would go as 'Vicars and Tarts'. Peter himself had other things to think about and just let the girls get on with it, but at the last minute, he asked Jan to hire him an outfit along with anyone else who couldn't be bothered to sort one out themselves. Big mistake! On the Friday afternoon of the party, everyone stopped work around 5pm and began to get ready. Jan left the office and returned at 5.30 with the four outfits she'd arranged to hire. She walked into the Finance office clutching several large bags and saw that most of the girls had already changed. Debbie asked for Peter's outfit and offered to take it through to his office. "Here you go" Jan replied and gave her one of the bags. Peter looked up as his fianc?e walked in to his office. He was just finishing off a letter but he was immediately distracted. "Jeez" he said and gave her a long whistle. "Nice" he drooled. "You should dress like that more often." Her fancy dress costume consisted of a low cut, see-through blouse and a lacy push-up bra underneath that made her massive breasts look even bigger, if that was possible. The black shimmery satin miniskirt barely reached her thighs and only just hid the bottom of her panties, though clearly showed her stocking tops and straining black lacy suspenders. The 'sensible' shoes she normally wore to the office had been replaced by sexy stilettos with three inch heels, and she was also wearing a trashy gold ankle bracelet, something she'd normally detest. "Well? Do you like it?" she asked with an impish grin and pirouetted so he could admire the view from every angle. The skirt was not only obscenely short, but also so tight that it hugged every contour of her bottom and even revealed the outline of the elastic in her tiny panties. On a normal day she would be mortified if her panties were visible and usually wore a waist slip to hide any telltale signs under her skirt. But tonight was different. She felt as hot as she looked and for once, she was determined to enjoy all the attention. She paraded up and down the office as if she was on a catwalk and with every movement, her skirt lifted a little, revealing more and more of her delectable thighs. "Christ, I can see your knickers" he said, mouth wide open. "I know one vicar who's going to be all over you tonight." "You can't really see them, can you?" she looked worried, concerned that she'd maybe gone too far. "Hmm, I didn't want them showing that easily" she said, tugging the hem of the short skirt. "They're a bit special, if you know what I mean... for your eyes only, darling" she lied, and lifted the hem to give him a tantalising glimpse. "Getting interested?" she teased. Peter's heartbeat raced, as she kept going until the skirt was above her waist. "Bloody hell" he exclaimed breathlessly. They were the tiniest panties he'd ever seen her wear, the tiniest he'd ever seen anyone wear for that matter. They were black silky nylon with lace at the front, and narrowing into a thin strip of material covering her crotch. When she swivelled round he could see that they completely disappeared into the crease of her buttocks and then re-appeared at the waistband. With her back to him, she leaned forward and glanced behind. "Holy shit!" She giggled and bent right over, grasping her ankles. Her buttocks parted and the lace edged nylon pulled taut across her pussy. She slipped a finger inside the panties and teasingly adjusted the wispy nylon over her sex. Peter stared open mouthed. Her pussy was clearly visible through the filmy nylon panties and his penis began to tent the front of his trousers. "OK, show's over" she laughed, straightening up and pulling her skirt down again. "Am I decent" she asked. "Well... hardly" he gasped. "Hey, you can't leave me... not like this" he pleaded, looking down at the bulge in his trousers. She laughed. "Down boy... later" she promised with a glint in her eye. "Oh and this is the outfit Jan hired you" she said pushing the bag across his desk. Peter tipped the contents out. "Hey just a minute, she's given you the wrong one" he said, holding a girl's blouse and noticing various items of flimsy lingerie. Debbie laughed, opened the door and shouted over to Jan that there'd been a mix up with Peter's costume. "You've given him a load of girl's stuff" she laughed. "No. That's right. He never bothered to say what he wanted so we thought he ought to go as a tart for a bit of a laugh" Jan explained. "I hired most of it but the undies are mine so tell him to be careful with them, will you." Debbie raised her eyebrows and closed the door again. "Did you hear that?" she laughed. "You're going as a tart!" "Oh yeah? I don't think so" he replied sarcastically. "There's no way I'm wearing any of this" he complained, examining a pair of rather sexy hot pants. "Course you can. Jan's right for once, it'll be a laugh. A chance to get in touch with your feminine side" she giggled, examining a pair of flimsy see-through knickers. "Ooh you'll enjoy these, very pretty" she teased, before it suddenly struck her that Jan might actually be trying to make a fool of them both. "Hmmm, I'm not sure I'm happy about you wearing that little minx's lingerie though. You don't think she's getting back at me because I pulled her up about her panties the other day do you?" "Getting back at YOU? You haven't got to wear this bloody stuff have you? What about ME?" he replied, sensing a way out. "Look, I don't think this is a good idea. No, I'll just..." "Hold on, hold on. It's too late to change it now" she interrupted. You'll just have to wear them... or everyone will think you've got a hang-up about dressing as a girl" she teased. "And besides, I'd like to see if it turns you on" she smiled, continuing to tease him. She then added, "mind you, you'd better not be turned on by her underwear, or there'll be trouble." "Don't be daft! Oh alright come on then, give them to me" he sighed, and she handed the panties over with a wry smile. Now he had a problem. He was wearing his 'normal' set of lingerie underneath his suit. Today's set was a rather pretty baby blue. He had to get rid of her while he changed. "Um, do I get some privacy round here then?" "Oh you're so shy all of a sudden" she smiled. "Jesus, I've seen you undressed before. What's up? Besides, you'll need some help with that bra won't you?" "No, it's OK, I'll be fine. Um... I mean... I've managed to get your bra off enough times... so I kind of know how they work. Besides, it wouldn't look good would it... you in here with me naked... in front of the staff and everything." "OK then, whatever you say. Give me a shout if you need a hand though" she laughed, and left him to change whilst she chatted outside his office. Peter sighed and picked over the clothes. There was a black sheer blouse, not unlike Debbie's, and Jan's black nylon bra and panty set with embroidered red roses and the most exquisite lace. The pantyhose, also black, had a shiny satin appearance and were silky to the touch. Finally the hot pants. They looked tiny. Sparkly silver hot pants that shimmered and sparkled in the light, and were designed to cling to every curve of a girl's bottom. Even the zip looked sexy. It deliberately ran down the back and would leave a guy in no doubt, that all would be revealed inside. One simple tug is all it would take. "Shit! Why does this keep happening to me?" he muttered, as he quickly undressed and locked away the lingerie he'd been wearing in his desk. Now the difficult bit. He had to get this lot on without getting a hard-on! Debbie and the other girls burst into laughter when he eventually emerged from his office. He was teetering on unfamiliar three inch heels but he looked really sexy. "Look at these hot pants, they're far too small" he complained. Debbie turned him round. He was right, they hugged his tight rounded buttocks before dipping sexily into the cleft between. She couldn't resist feeling his bottom up, which caused him to swivel round, protesting. "Look, pack it in Debs, what do you think you're playing at... in front of everyone" he complained under his breath. Debbie ignored him. "He loves being touched up, girls" she giggled "and the hot pants look fine to me. They're supposed to be tight. That way, they show off your bottom and you've got such a sexy bottom darling. Don't you love his bottom girls? God' he looks really HOT in those HOT pants, doesn't he? And I hope you're wearing your HOT little panties inside your HOT pants" she laughed. They were amazed and delighted at the way she was goading him. "Um, don't you mean MY hot little panties?" Jan reminded her. Debbie frowned. "Really Debbie, you should never allow your fianc?e to get into another girl's panties. Whatever next?" she teased. Debbie ignored her and returned her attention to Peter's hot pants. "Yep, that's a real girl's bottom if ever I saw one" she reflected, feeling his tightly packaged buttocks. "You know what darling? You look just like one of those pretty oriental transvestites, what do they call them... oh yes, ladyboys" she laughed. "That's what you are tonight, a cute little ladyboy, out on the pull." The girls erupted into laughter. "Now, don't get upset darling, they look really cute don't they girls? "Apparently, a lot of guys really go for them" Sylvia agreed. "I guess they get off on a girl with a little extra... you know... between their legs. It must spice things up for them" she laughed. "Anyway, however sexy you feel in that bra and panties, you can't afford to get excited in those hot pants or it'll be very obvious" Debbie advised. "Even if some guy starts touching you up" she teased. "I don't think that's an IF... I think you mean WHEN" Sylvia added. "Darling, he's hot. They won't leave him alone dressed like that, specially if we do his hair and make-up." "Ooh yes. Let's do it. Come on Sylvia, you're great with make-up, you do it for him" Debbie urged. "Oh no! That's enough. No make-up" he said firmly. "Oh yes. Come on darling, get into the spirit, will you? It's Christmas for God's sake. Lighten up" she said, and sat him down. Sylvia was only too pleased to oblige and asked Debbie to hold him still for her. Debbie stood behind and held his head, as Sylvia sat on his lap and began with his lips. She used a deep red lipstick that she applied quite liberally, giving him plump, pouty, and very kissable lips. Next came the blusher. "Mmmm, he's got nice high cheekbones for a boy, they really take this blusher well don't they?" she said in a mater of fact voice. Debbie continued to hold him firmly as Sylvia went to work with mascara and an eye pencil. "Yeah, and he's got pretty, delicate eyes as well, not heavily set like most guys have" Tracy added. "Look, stop blinking" Sylvia warned him with a stern voice. I'll have mascara in your eyes if you're not careful. That's better. Oh yes, that looks lovely!" she exclaimed. "Oh yes, very cute. Now, has anyone got some eye shadow, a dark one preferably." Debbie had just the colour she was after. "Here, take mine" she offered, and went back to holding Peter still. Sylvia applied the eye shadow more heavily than she normally would. She wanted his make-up to look really over the top, and the thick dark eye shadow really set his eyes off a treat. "Well Peter, you really do have girl's eyes now. I'm not kidding, you look dead cute." "Well it's not surprising with all this bloody gunge" he remarked sullenly, causing a ripple of laughter. Debbie loved what they'd done to him. "Let me see, darling. Oh yes that's really cute, what an improvement. I think it's the eyelashes that really do it for me. I'd never noticed how long they were before. With all that mascara, they're really nice and thick. Very sexy. God, most girls would kill for eyelashes like that, wouldn't they girls?" Sylvia agreed. "You're right, they are long for a guy aren't they? You'll be able to flutter those pretty eyes at all the cute boys tonight, won't you?" "Oh yes darling, you'll simply have ALL the boys chasing you tonight... won't he girls?" Debbie smiled. "They'll be gagging for it when they see him in that little lot" they squealed. "Yes, you look a right little minx darling" Debbie laughed, as she plugged in her curling tongues and began to run them through his long blond hair. "What the hell are you doing now?" he protested. "You just need a few pretty curls, sweetheart. Look, sit still Peter, for God's sake. This is difficult enough" Debbie replied. "Sylvia, would you hold him this time. Thanks, that's better. Oh yes, what pretty hair you have darling... and it's going to be all girly curly" she laughed. For the final indignity she produced a white satin ribbon, and tied his hair at the back with a very pretty bow. "That's it, now all we need is a touch of perfume to finish you off" and she reached for her spray. Peter stood up and backed away. "Oh no, not perfume Debbie, please. Darling... that's enough... no... please don't" he begged. He was dieing of shame as it was. She followed him menacingly, holding the dreaded perfume bottle in her outstretched hand. "But darling, you always say how much you like my perfume. It's just a final touch... and it's guaranteed to get a guy's attention" she laughed, and before he could stop her she'd spritzed him all over. He reeled away, choking with the heady scent, but she'd already grabbed the waistband of his hot pants and was trying to force the bottle inside. The girls were all creased up with laughter as they struggled together. "Noooooo, get off" he yelled, and suddenly he was off, running down the office as fast as the stiletto heels would allow, which wasn't very fast at all. "Quick!" Debbie shouted, "cover the exits girls... grab him." They ran to the doors and blocked his escape. The girls were shrieking uncontrollably as he dodged in and out of the desks trying to evade them but he was really struggling in the heels and eventually ended up in a heap on the floor with them standing over him, breathless but giggling and triumphant. He went to get up but a few of them quickly pushed him back down and sat on top of him. "Uh-uh, where do you think you're going?" they goaded him. He was helpless and looked up pathetically at Debbie for help. She definitely had the upper hand now, and made up her mind that he wasn't going to get away with it this time. Outside the Finance office, the shrieks and general commotion over the last few minutes had attracted the attention of two passing girls. Curiosity got the better of them and they went to investigate. "What the hell?..." They both worked in Personnel, and Peter immediately recognised one of them as Claire, and the other was her boss who was quite senior. "What on earth... what's he doing dressed like that?" they laughed. "Finance are going to the party as vicars and tarts... and Peter's going as a tart" Debbie explained. We've just finished getting him dressed but we're having a little trouble with his perfume." "Getting him dressed?... oh my God" Claire repeated. She was quite shocked. "Peter, is that really you?" she said holding her hand to her mouth, whilst taking in the clothes he was wearing as well as the heavy make-up. "Oh God, I've just realised. Oh Peter, it's you isn't it... what you were talking to me about the other day. It isn't Henry at all, it's you" she said, as everything suddenly became clear to her. "Oh, I don't believe it" she giggled, recovering from the shock of seeing the Finance Manager en-femme. "Hey I do like that bra, Peter. I'm sure the guys will love it too" she teased. "Are you wearing a pair of Debbie's knickers as well?" she asked. To Debbie's annoyance, Jan quickly cut in. "Actually Claire, that's my bra he's wearing, and yes he is wearing the knickers to match. They're little black ones with pretty red embroidery across the front and lace around the legs" she teased, enjoying the scowl on Debbie's face and Peter's vacant expression. By this stage however, Peter wasn't really listening. Lying on the floor and looking up, he had a wonderful view up the skirts of all the girls above him, including the lovely Claire. It was something that Debbie suddenly picked up on. "Uh-uh. Naughty, naughty" she chastised him. "Watch out girls, he's looking right up your skirts." "No! Oooh the dirty beast!" Claire responded, bringing her legs together and holding the hem of her short skirt. The other girls immediately followed suit. "Now then Peter, what have I told you about looking up girls' skirts? You're looking at their knickers aren't you? That's very, very rude. You bad boy! Why is it, men have such filthy habits?" With that, she knelt down and once again, grabbed the waistband of the hot pants. In so doing, she unwittingly gave him an unrestricted view of her panties but he was more concerned that she was again attempting to get that dreaded bottle of perfume inside his hot pants. "Noooo" he cried, squirming under the combined weight of the girls pinning him down. "Tracey, would you move up a bit and grab his arms" Debbie asked. Tracey smiled and slid up onto his chest and clamped his arms under her knees, giving him a close up view of her panties. "Well I guess I'm going to see yours soon enough, so you can see mine" she laughed, noticing him staring between her legs. Peter was still trying to break free but Debbie seemed happy that they had him under control. "OK girls. Hold him down. That's it... hold him nice and still now." Peter stared at Tracey's very cute pale pink panties that were no more than a few inches from his face. "Noooo. Please Debbie." He shivered as he felt the cold glass bottle penetrating his hot pants and slipping easily inside the panties. "Debbie, please..." She looked up. "What do you think girls? Shall we let him off... or shall we give him perfumed panties?" she smiled. They began shrieking and urging her on, even Claire. "Do it... do it... do it" they chanted. "No Debbie, please" he begged her once more, with a tear in his eyes. "I'm already covered in the bloody stuff." The girls laughed at his almost pathetic plea, then quietened down as Debbie appeared to have made up her mind. "I know you are darling but that was just a general spray to make you smell all nice and feminine. That was for the girls... but this one darling," she said looking directly into his eyes and smiling, "this one's for the boys" and she firmly pressed on the button, releasing a long uninterrupted spray of fine scented mist all around his genitals. There was a loud cheer as they watched their boss struggle with the humiliation his fianc?e was piling on. "Mmmm, there's nothing like perfumed panties to get a boy interested, is there girls?" They burst out laughing as they watched her liberally soaking his panties in his favourite perfume. It was hilarious to see their boss humiliated this way. Debbie was quite happy to tease and ridicule him in front of them. They weren't even married, yet he was completely under the thumb. Finally, she removed the bottle and Peter felt the moist panties lovingly caressing his penis in a sweet scented embrace. "Come on girls, let's hit the party and find us some men" Vicky shouted. With much laughter they helped him back up and headed off, with Peter's heels making a distinctive 'click-clack' sound on the hard wood floors. Just outside the staff canteen where the party was being held, a group of girls from the typing pool blocked their way. They were normally all dressed in the standard company uniform that one or two departments were still required to wear, but tonight, they were all in short black French maids' dresses that flared out over a froth of white petticoats and black seamed nylons. Peter hung back a little. "I think we should go round to the other entrance" he said, looking worried. "Don't be daft. We're here now" Debbie replied curtly and pushed forward through the throng followed by the other girls. Unfortunately for Peter, the group of young typists had spotted him at the back and waited for their opportunity. "Oooooh, look at him! Mmmm, nice legs, dearie. Now, have you got your eye on any particular guy tonight?" they laughed, closing ranks around him. "Let me through" he insisted, their puffed out satin skirts brushing sexily against his thighs. Peter knew they were simply getting their own back. He'd always thought of the typing pool as the lowest of the low and had frequently complained about their poor service, eventually employing another secretary to handle his typing. "What's a matter sweetie, not afraid of a few girls are you?" and they started to paw at his breasts and feel his bum. He tried to break free but they were holding his arms and pushing him back against the wall. "Ooh nice bottom, feel that girls, and check out the bra he's wearing. Hey what's that lump inside his hot pants... mmm." "Ooh... get off" he protested as the departmental supervisor rubbed his penis through the thin, clingy material. "You... you lot... you're all in trouble" he flustered. She was rubbing harder now and pressing her breasts into his chest "Oooooooh, and you're getting all worked up down here" she laughed. With a big effort, he managed to literally force them out the way and they were still giggling and yelling insults as he tottered off with an unseemly bulge down the front of his hot pants. He breathed a sigh of relief, glad to see the back of them. As he arrived in the main hall, he surveyed the scene. The party was in full swing with at least sixty or seventy people there already, and some of the women had really gone over the top with their outfits and make-up. He was also relieved to see at least three other men in women's clothes... but there was a subtle difference. They all looked like burly men in tight skirts, quite amusing. Peter, on the other hand, could almost have passed for a girl. He looked hot and sexy and even those that knew him reasonably well, were fooled until he spoke. He caught sight of Debbie on the other side of the hall and made his way over to her. He wasn't surprised that several guys had already pounced and were pestering her for a dance, seemingly unaware, or simply not bothered that she and Peter were engaged. Peter's heart sank as he watched her face light up, giggling, teasing and stringing them along as she looked them over and pretended to weigh each of them up as she tried to decide which one to choose. They were loving it, laughing at her jokes, ogling her breasts, and generally pawing at her. Peter was horrified that the group appeared to be getting bigger and more bawdy by the minute. He found himself elbowed out the way, drifting further and further away as yet more eligible young men joined the throng, all trying to get a better view of her enormous tits. She was surrounded by them, and completely ignoring him. Desperate to get her attention, he pushed his way back through the crowd and rudely interrupted their conversation, asking her for a dance in a loud voice that started as a confidant request but turned into an embarrassing whisper. For a moment, there was a hushed silence at his rather pathetic plea and then they began to quietly snigger as word quickly spread that he was her fianc?e. Naturally, they couldn't understand what a hot chick like Debbie could possibly see in this effeminate, perfumed, mincing pansy of a male. He was standing there dressed as a cute girl displaying a lacy black bra, with long shapely legs encased in silky pantyhose and absolutely reeking of perfume. They waited with baited breath to see how she'd react. "Oh don't be silly darling, I can hardly dance with another girl now can I?" she said, suddenly bringing hoots of laughter. "Yes but... but..." "Look, maybe later darling" she tutted impatiently, "after I've finished with all these lovely young men" she smiled. "Wey-hey" they cheered. "But darling, I... I love you..." he added pathetically, with dewy pleading eyes. "Ahhhh," they laughed with derision. "Oh isn't he sweet, boys?" she said in a patronising voice. "Look, if you really love me, you'll give me a little space here. Don't you trust me with these hunks, darling, mmm? Now, you can see I'm a bit busy so run along, darling?" she said, putting her arms round the neck of the hunk standing next to her, and pressing her large wobbly breasts into his chest. "Maybe one of you boys would like to dance with my fianc?e? He does look hot tonight doesn't he, and I promise you, he's wearing the cutest little panties" she giggled. One of them made a grab for him, and he had to quickly retreat outside the group to avoid their unwelcome attention. Peter looked totally deflated. "Now then, where were we?" Debbie smiled. The conversation quickly restarted and she turned her attention back to her entourage of admirers. Peter was deeply hurt and completely humiliated. He was going to marry the girl, yet she was clearly revelling in all this male attention, flirting madly, and behaving as if he didn't even exist. "How did you manage to get so many guys to go and chat her up?" Jan asked Vicky as they watched the embarrassing entertainment taking place a few feet away. "You must have called in a lot of favours." "Not really. They didn't need much persuasion" Vicky smiled. "No, I suppose not" Jan agreed, then put her fingers to her lips as Peter emerged from the throng and walked over to where they were standing. "She's very popular tonight Peter, isn't she?" Jan said sarcastically, rubbing it in. "If I were you, I'd get her right away from that little lot and on to the dance floor" she suggested. "Well, I've just asked her to dance but..." and his eyes dropped in dismay as Debbie threw her arms round Henry's neck, looked up into his eyes in a very lovey-dovey fashion and gave him a long, meaningful snog. "Wow, look at that. I think you're too late Peter" Vicky smiled wickedly. "He's got his tongue half way down her throat." She was still snogging him as Peter shouted over. "Um Debbie... Debbie... darling..." She took her tongue out of Henry's mouth and glanced around, looking annoyed. "OH for God's sake... can't you see I'm busy" she glared at him. Then, returning to Henry, she smiled sweetly and moved a little closer, pressing her breasts into his broad chest and gently rubbing her thigh against his crotch. The other guys looked on, jealously. They were a bit fed up, but not as unhappy as Peter. He watched in disgust as she moved away from the throng of men, with her hand suggestively inside the waistband of Henry's trousers, leading him out on to the dance floor. "Don't go away now boys. It'll be your turn soon. I'll be back for each of you... later" she giggled. The young guys began chatting animatedly and Peter overheard every word. He felt positively sick. "Lucky bastard! Just look at those tits, have you ever seen anything like them? And look at that skirt, you can see her knickers every time she moves." "She's doing it on purpose, she wants everyone to see." "Randy little bitch." "Yeah, I had my hand up her skirt she didn't even flinch." "What the...?" "And I tell you, those panties don't even cover her fanny. Nice and damp they were, by the time I'd finished." "You dirty sod." "Yeah, well that's nothing. She was feeling me up and giving me a right boner." "You what? I thought she was off limits. Someone said she was supposed to be engaged?" "Yeah she is, that wanker behind us" and they all turned round and laughed at him. "Huh! No competition there, then." "She's definitely hot to trot tonight." "She's gagging for it, isn't she?" "I reckon she's in the mood to do us all." "Hey, when she comes back, why don't we take her to one of the top floor offices? It's quiet up there and the Security guy never makes it past the third floor." "Shit, I can just imagine those tits wrapped round my cock." "And those lips wrapped round mine." "One at each end eh, sounds interesting." "Don't be greedy, guys. Five at each end is fair, OK" and they all roared with laughter. Henry and Debbie were soon gyrating to a Madonna number. Peter had never seen her dance like this. Her energetic movements were making her short skirt ride up, revealing glimpses of her panties, the ones she said were reserved for his eyes only. And her huge breasts looked as if they might bounce right out of her blouse at any moment. She was attracting the attention of every male in the room. The music then switched to a slow and smoochy Phil Collins track, and Henry pulled her close. He was practically dripping testosterone and she melted in his arms, draping herself around his neck again and pressing against his well developed, firm young body. She could feel the truncheon in his pants and rubbed her thigh against it in time with the music whilst breathing in his manly aroma. He responded by holding her tightly and sliding a hand down on to her bottom. "How about we slip out for a breath of air?" he suggested. "Are you sure you'd be able to walk with that thing sticking out" she giggled, sliding her hand down onto his manhood. She was shocked by the size of it. He felt huge but she didn't want to let on that she was impressed and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Shit! You're going to bring me off if you're not careful. Come on babe, you know I'm hot for you" he said, nuzzling her neck. He was sending shivers down her spine. "You're very sweet Henry but you know I'm getting married soon. I'm saving myself aren't I?" "Saving yourself? You must be gagging for it if you're saving yourself. Don't tell me you aren't turned on by my cock? I bet your panties are all damp just thinking about the size of it" he said. "You cheeky bastard" she replied, her face reddening and turning away in embarrassment. "So why don't I just check them out then?" he asked, making her squeal with laughter as his hand crept under her short skirt. Peter was watching intently, jealousy burning him up. "They make a nice couple, don't they?" Jan shouted in Peter's ear. He gave her a filthy look. "He's such a hunk. A great body, and well built in every department from what I hear! You'll have to keep an eye on him. He fancies her something rotten... and everyone knows she's taken with him. Well, what girl wouldn't be? He's all man isn't he, those muscles, the way he's dressed? I mean, look at the way she's dancing with him... dead giveaway!" she added. "She's got her fanny clamped to his groin, and I bet he's got a raging hard-on... lucky cow" she said wistfully. "You can see they're hot for each other." Peter couldn't stand it any longer. He strode over and pulled them apart. But, no sooner had he taken Debbie is his arms than they were interrupted by David King, the Marketing Director. "Sorry to break things up, but we really can't have two pretty young girls dancing together now can we?" "I guess not" Debbie agreed with a smirk. "So what are you going to do about it then?" she enquired suggestively. "You won't mind if I have this dance" he told Peter, elbowing him to one side, and took Debbie's hand without waiting for a reply. Peter could hardly have objected. After all, David King was one of the Directors. But it didn't stop him from feeling totally belittled and ashamed. "But Debbie, I thought..." "Look Peter, you can't hog me all evening I'll maybe let you have a dance later, darling. There's all these gorgeous young men and you wouldn't want me to disappoint them would you? You've got learn to share me a little, darling." "Yes but..." "And I wouldn't stand in the middle of the dance floor too long either, unless you're looking to get picked up. See you later, darling" and she draped her arms around the Marketing Director's neck, pressed herself into his manly chest and smiled sweetly into his eyes. Peter looked totally dejected but before he could leave the dance floor, he was confronted by James Shepherd, the Chief Executive. "Ah there you are Taylor. I hope you don't mind me asking you to dance. I can see your lovely fianc?e is in great demand tonight and it'll give us a chance to have a chat." Peter just caught sight of Debbie glancing in his direction and giggling as she was whisked away. "Er... no...that's fine sir. I mean thank you very much sir" he tried to laugh. Peter felt even more embarrassed when the big man put his arms around him and held him close, too close! He was in his fifties, well over six feet tall and his huge frame towered over Peter. He felt as if everyone was watching and laughing, which was not surprising... they were watching, and they were laughing! "Um... do we need to dance as close as this... sir? Peter asked timidly. "What? What's wrong with that when you're dressed as a cheap tart... no I'm only kidding, you make a very attractive looking young lady, very attractive. And there's nothing wrong in a man dancing with an attractive looking girl is there? ... unless you're a little unsure about your sexuality, Taylor. You're not, are you?" he looked concerned. "Oh no, sir... absolutely not... no it's no problem, no problem at all" he replied. At the same time he was trying to keep an eye on Debbie with the Marketing Director. She was being held very close and he was really pissed when he saw a hand creep round onto her bottom and firmly grasp her cheeks through the tiny skirt, holding her tight against his crotch. She made no attempt to stop him. In fact she was chatting and laughing, enjoying his attention and seemed oblivious to Peter's furious glare. What he didn't know however, was that she could see him out the corner of her eye and had watched the lecherous Mr Shepherd's hands about to land on his own bottom. Peter flinched and tried to pull away but James sensed his nervousness and pulled him closer, enjoying the feel of the satiny hot pants and the heady scent of his perfume. He let his hand play with the firm, round, girlish bottom in the tight, shiny hot pants. It was turning him on and he knew Peter would soon be aware of it. Peter wanted to break away but for some reason he couldn't. He was ashamed that he was allowing himself to be so openly groped, afraid to offer any sign of resistance. No self respecting girl would allow that, and he wasn't even a girl! The lecherous James Shepherd was staring to enjoy himself. "You're doing very well here Taylor. I'd say you're making all the right moves as far as I'm concerned." "Really sir" "Just relax and enjoy yourself, you're in good hands. In fact, you haven't put a foot wrong yet. And I keep hearing good things about you. Seems to me you'll go far if you keep this up... I'm talking about a Directorship... well in a year or two maybe. It always pays to stay on the right side of people, Taylor. That's what I always say. Keep in with the people that count. In this company, you need to be open minded, try new things, and be prepared to take a few risks. Do you understand me Taylor?" "Oh... oh yes of course Mr Shepherd. That's always been my motto sir. Be open minded... try different things... take risks... keep in with the right people... oh yes definitely... I'm right with you there sir." "Good... good boy. I just knew I could rely on you. By the way, is it OK to call you Peter?" "Oh yes, of course." "Good... good, and no need to keep calling me sir. You can call me Mr Shepherd, OK? I'm going to take you under my wing Peter. Teach you new ways. Would you like to learn new ways of doing things?" "Absolutely, sir." "Yes well, if you work hard underneath me, I promise I'll take you to heights you never even dreamed of, my boy" he laughed. He'd manoeuvred Peter so the young man's back was facing the wall. Peter could feel James's hard-on pressing urgently against him. He struggled uncomfortably in his grasp but James was tugging at the zip in the back of his hot pants and was groping around inside. Peter struggled to no avail. "Oh I say, these feel like girls' panties don't they young man?" Shepherd laughed as he ran his hands over the thin nylon covering Peter's bottom. They are too... well, well... do you like wearing girls' knickers Peter? I like a boy who's not embarrassed to step into a pair of girl's panties, put on some perfume and make-up, and show his feminine side. You aren't embarrassed at me saying that are you Peter?" "Er... no, no not embarrassed sir... er... Mr Shepherd... this is a fancy dress party after all... and they're just girls' knickers, sir." "And you're not afraid to show your feminine side, are you Peter? It takes a strong man to do that" he said, deftly undoing the button at the waist of the hotpants. "Ooh" Peter winced as he felt them go a little slack at the waist. "Er no, no of course not sir. What's in a pair of panties eh?" he tried to laugh, worried how long the hot pants would stay up without any support. "Good. I like you Peter... and I like you even better in panties. I know we're going to get on just fine" he said, stroking the silky, rounded buttocks. "Um... can you let me go now sir... er... please" Peter said, sounding more serious. "My fianc?e... she's looking for me." "Really? She looks like she's rather engrossed in some of those touchy feely Marketing activities to me. Anyway, if you step away right now, those hot pants are going to drop to the floor like a stone. The only thing holding them up right now Peter... is me. Are you ready to show the whole company your pretty panties?" he laughed. Peter realised he wasn't joking. "No, no I thought not... and we're starting to get on so well aren't we my boy? No, I think what you and I need right now, is a bit of privacy so we can discuss your future here and work out a plan of action. You could have a very bright future here my boy, but I have to be honest and tell you that your job is a bit vulnerable in this next set of redundancies... but I'm sure it won't come to that, will it? You know the right thing to do, don't you?" Peter looked at him dumbfounded, not really sure what to say. Debbie was also having problems of her own. David was all over her like a rash. Every time he tried to get his hand under the hem of her skirt she would push him away with a little smile. David knew she didn't really object or she wouldn't still be dancing with him. She hadn't exactly fought him off, just made a token effort for respectability. He'd seen this sort of behaviour so many times before and sure enough, on his next attempt, she didn't try to stop him. She was now in the middle of the crowded floor, people dancing all around, with her skirt exposing those tiny panties and David's hand clutching her pale pink buttocks. Fortunately, no one really noticed because they were packed so closely. Peter watched intently but he couldn't see the hand groping her. There was however a wicked smile on his fianc?e's face as she gyrated her bottom and allowed David's long fingers to explore the front of her gossamer thin nylon panties, and the tell-tale damp crotch. Her eyes rolled and she flung her head back when he rubbed against her pussy and began to probe the entrance through her panties. David smiled at her response. He knew she was his, now. "Well Debbie, I hear you're getting married soon and after that you'll have to be a good girl, won't you?" he said. "So, whilst you're still a free spirit, how about I give you a nice long screw in the privacy of my very comfortable office? You'll really have something to compare on your wedding night then won't you?" She gasped at his nerve, and the forward and very earthy approach with a complete lack of any pleasantries. "Does Peter get you this wet eh?" She looked at him wide- eyed. "Yeah, you're gagging for it girl. Once I've made love to you, you won't be able to get my cock out of your mind, especially on your wedding night. You'll be wishing it was me inside you, not him. Ten inches of real man. I'll even let you sit on my face, how about it?" he offered generously and stuck his tongue out a full six inches. "This tongue is designed to do things to your pussy that you haven't even dreamed about. Can you imagine what it's like to have it licked non- stop, for two hours?" "MY GOD" she exclaimed breathlessly, trying to pull away, "you're disgusting!" "Maybe, but when you feel me inside you, you're going to go off like a rocket" he promised. Wait till I find that sensitive little spot. Bet that wanker of a boyfriend doesn't even know it exists, does he?" he laughed. She was shocked, but she was also as horny as hell... and though she didn't want to admit it, desperate for some cock... all at the same time. She couldn't be unfaithful to Peter though... could she? It was one thing to flirt but to take things further... She could feel his boner pushing hard against her tummy and her pussy was soaking wet with his finger working on her. She gasped. She couldn't stop herself now, and she squirmed about in his arms. She looked over in Peter's direction to see if he'd noticed. He was being groped in much the same way and in fact Mr Shepherd was forcefully leading her fianc?e off the floor. She gasped again and quickly forgot about Peter as David worked his finger deep inside her. "Ooooh, you bastard" she swore under her breath, though holding on to him ever tightly. Meanwhile, Peter found himself literally dragged from the dance floor and through the group of lads who'd been chatting Debbie up earlier. "Whoagh, look at that, Debbie's fianc?e has pulled. Yeah, first punter of the night, didn't take long did it, the little tart. Don't worry, we'll look after your girlfriend while you're away" they laughed. In front of Peter now, were the dreaded girls from the typing pool. As soon as they saw Shepherd, they politely parted to let them through but it didn't stop them from touching up Peter's bottom on the way. "Oooh, where are you off to so soon? Don't get your knees dirty" they whispered in his ear. Peter found himself being led down the executive corridor and into James's imposing office. It was dark and quiet inside and had the distinctive smell of polished wood and new carpet. There was the sound of a key turning and then they were locked in. James swept the leather topped desk clear of papers, spun the young lad around and yanked off his hot pants and the pantyhose in one swift move. It all happened so quickly and though Peter tried to fend him off, all the time he was thinking about what Shepherd had said to him about the vulnerability of his job. James relaxed and smiled. He knew the protests were only half hearted. In any event he loved a bit of a fight, and his powerful arms lifted Peter clean off the floor and onto the desk with ease. Peter gasped. The expensive leather felt icy cold against the thin nylon of his panties. "They're pretty knickers aren't they my boy, and I love that perfume you're wearing. Is this Debbie's lingerie then, you naughty boy. Wearing her panties already? She must have known black lacy ones are my favourite" he chuckled. "Um... no... er... they're not hers... they belong to one of the girls in the office" he replied, then suddenly wished he hadn't said it. "Really? You're letting the girls in your office dress you in their panties? I haven't heard of that management technique before" he chuckled. "Well, actually sir... I've... I've been meaning to tell someone about this. It's a bit embarrassing but... I... I'm being blackmailed by the girls in my office... and they keep making me... making me wear women's clothes... and last week... um... they even made me wear this... well... this little bridesmaids dress." "No! A bridesmaids dress? And did they make you wear anything underneath your bridesmaids dress?" "Yes... yes, they made me wear all these p... p... petticoats... and some f... f... frilly knickers as well. It was awful... I don't know what to do about it sir" he sighed, relieved to have finally got it off his chest. James Shepherd laughed at the thought of the young man being chased round the office by a group of screaming girls, carrying armfuls of frilly lingerie. "Well it looks to me like you're quite enjoying it, my boy. All that female attention, and your fianc?e must be very good natured to let those hot little chicks dress you in their sexy undies. Sounds like fun to me. You make the most of it, my boy. You're only young once" he roared. James returned to examining Peter's black nylon and lace panties. "Yes, I'll make a note to get my secretary to buy you some French knickers. They're my favourite. Oh, don't be embarrassed, she buys all the naughty lingerie I give my wife so she knows exactly what I like. She'll call you and get your size, OK?" and suddenly he had his hand on the bulge at the front of Peter's panties. "What... what do you think you're doing...sir" he asked breathlessly and with a frightened voice. "Remember what you said Peter. Try new things, be open minded, take risks eh? Now, if you behave yourself, you won't need to worry about all those redundancies will you? In stead of redundancy, I can fast-track you. Would you like to be fast-tracked, Peter?" "Well er ...yes... I think so sir... I... er..." Peter froze as he felt James's hand feeling inside his pretty black panties until he found what he was after. "Aha. No use trying to hide it Peter. You don't get a stiffy like this for nothing. I recognise a boy who's attracted to new ideas. Yes, I can see you're enjoying the idea of being fast-tracked. A boy's penis never tells a lie" he laughed. Peter tried in vain to push him away but his resistance was just a token effort now. His penis was already swollen and James knew it was simply a matter of time. He pushed the young boy back until he was lying flat out on the desk, and held him there. With his free hand, he slipped the panties down to the top of his thighs and quickly brought Peter's cock to full arousal. "Now watch me" he instructed and lowered his head until he was able to wrap his lips around Peter's swollen manhood and completely engulf him in his mouth. "Nooooooo. Oh my God" Peter cried, closing his eyes. But at the same time, he was loving the wonderful sensation of the leathery tongue working its way up to the head of his engorged shaft. By co-incidence, Debbie was in a similar position in the office next door. She too was laid out on the desk, her mini skirt up round her waist and her moist panties neatly draped over a desk lamp, providing a soft and seductive light to the office. The heat from the lamp was starting to dry them off as well as releasing their sweet perfume into the air. David was kneeling between her legs, his tongue gently licking and kissing the insides of her thighs immediately above the tops of her nylon stockings. His eyes feasted on her peach like pussy and breathed in her perfumed scent. He paused as he reached her swollen lips. "Christ, I like a girl who shaves down here" he said. "Stop it" she protested. "I did it for my wedding night... for my husband... for Peter... you mustn't" she squealed. Despite her plea, she was lying back with her eyes closed, gripping the edge of the desk and making no real attempt to resist him. He smiled to himself. She was one hot and very frustrated, nubile young lady. He knew what she needed and his long snake like tongue moved lightly back and forth over her smooth mound. She felt his tongue lightly graze along the seam of her puffy lips but it didn't stop until the tip had reached the pink rose bud of her ass. "Oh my God" she bit her lip. He curled his tongue inward with pressure. She felt the tip press against her anus, probing with enough force to enter past the tight muscle of her sphincter... but instead he returned toward her aching pussy, parting her swollen lips. "Oh God, stop that you bastard... I don't like it... oooooh." He had such a smug look on his face. He could see she was no virgin but from the way she was reacting, it looked like she'd never had oral sex before and he made his mind up to make it a very special experience. His tongue attempted to split the groove right down the centre of her lips, plying her open like the petals of a dainty midnight flower. He probed inside, gathering the dewy nectar seeping from her pussy, teasing her clit. She moaned and raised her bottom from the leather bound desk as his tongue danced from side to side in a figure of eight over her fleshy trigger. It was a long time since she'd had a man inside her, and experiencing her fist tonguing from a very skilled and knowledgeable lover was a special moment that any girl would long to savour. She had to admit it, he was good, damned good, and he was living up to all his promises in that respect. How could this be wrong, she asked herself? After all, if Peter hadn't neglected her so badly, she wouldn't be feeling this way, she reasoned, shivering with delight as he used his tongue to lightly play with her clitoris. "Oooooh you bastard" she repeated. She was thrashing around like a girl possessed. Debbie was so worked up she knew she couldn't contain herself any longer and wrapped her creamy white thighs round his neck, firmly clamping his hot lips to her own. Her belly began to tighten, releasing wave after wave of lust and excitement through her contracting pussy. David was a real expert, he knew how to prolong the torment. He lapped and sucked every couple of seconds, hungrily swallowing down all of the juices that flowed freely from her nether region but kept pausing to ensure she stopped just short of her climax. Finally, her clit popped out to the point where David could expertly flick the tip back and forth. He knew she wouldn't be able to last long now, no woman ever could. "Oh no... please... no... ooooooh." Her body stiffened, contorted, and her back arched up as she thrust her pussy into his face and clamped her stocking clad thighs around his ears. She thrashed around as she reached her orgasm but he didn't even pause. His tongue just started all over again, only this time testing her anal passage as well. Her second orgasm wasn't far behind the first. She'd never had multiple orgasms before. She was moaning and yelling wildly with enjoyment... enjoyment and appreciation. "That's it. You're nicely juiced up for me aren't you girl, and you know what's coming next don't you?" he asked breathlessly. She looked up, also out of breath, and dazed by the intensity of the orgasms. She knew precisely what he was talking about but she hardly dared to admit to herself that she would let him go any further. "That's right young lady. I'm going to give you a good fucking, aren't I?" "Oh no... please... David. I mean it. NO" she cried, looking genuinely frightened. "No? I don't think you mean... no" he replied, "not after two orgasms." "But I'm getting married... Peter would kill me" she whimpered quietly, with feelings of guilt and shame sweeping over her. He grabbed her thighs and eased them slightly apart. "Ssssh, you know you want it. Now spread those legs nice and wide for me and show me that hot little pussy." "Noooo... pleeeease" she sobbed quietly. "Come on sweetheart, let me help you" and as he eased her legs apart he witnessed her delicate but swollen peach revealing itself to him. "Mmmm that looks so inviting, so VERY tasty. I've wanted to fuck you since the moment I first saw you. You've got a beautiful cunt Debbie and I'm going to fuck it right now, I can't wait any longer." "Oh my God... no... NO" she squealed, but he'd already released his trousers and was pulling her legs up and over his broad shoulders until her bottom was clear of the desk. "Stop it David... I'm getting married... you... you... can't do this... I'm not going to let you" she protested. "But you're not married yet girl and even brides need to practice you know." "Get off of me, you... you..." but she could already feel his erect cock prodding and poking her crotch. "No" she cried breathlessly, using her arms to try and lever herself away. He smiled, undoing the buttons down the front of her sheer blouse and slipped his powerful hands inside her lacy bra as he gently but firmly pressed her back down again. "Nice" he murmured, as she looked up in shock. One push and the bra was clear of her breasts. His hands returned to her massive tits. "Oh yes, very nice" he said appreciatively. He began to play with her sensitive nipples. They were already hard, like bullets, standing bolt upright. "Mmm, I've had wet dreams about these titties" he told her, flicking them gently between his fingers. Once again, she was holding on to the edge of the desk with her eyes shut, taking deep breaths. Suddenly, her eyes opened wide. She could feel his manhood, carefully positioned between her legs. He moved slowly back and forth, letting her feel the length of what she was about to receive. "You see Debbie, you can't be a prick tease all your life, sweetheart. You know what you've been doing to me these last few weeks. Can you feel how big I am for you darling? Is my sweet little bride-to-be, ready for her main course?" She looked at him, breathless, shocked, unable to move and not knowing what she could say that would make any difference now. "Oh yes, I think you're good and ready aren't you? You're gagging for it girl. That wanker of a boyfriend has been keeping you short, I can tell. Never mind sweetheart, feel the length of it, it's going to be throbbing inside you in just a moment. And just think, you'll be able to go home and tell wanker boy how good it was to have a real man fuck you. I'm going to show you what you're sacrificing to marry that sissy." As he rocked back and forth, she gasped at his size. She wasn't used to anything this big and it was gently rubbing against her exposed and swollen pussy lips, making them hot and wet. Again she struggled, not wanting him to think she was easy. Now come on, stop that struggling or I might end up in the wrong hole" he laughed, as she looked up in horror. She had that look of a frightened little schoolgirl, trying to keep her legs together just like Mummy had told her, yet deep down, wanting to submit. He took his hands off her breasts for a moment and pushed against the insides of her trembling thighs. "No" she said breathlessly, but with a little less conviction. She was still resisting, but using his strength he succeeded in splaying her long shapely legs wide apart, finally exposing and offering her vagina to him. She was wide open now, pink puffy lips, all nicely lubricated. She looked so inviting, ready and waiting to accept his cock, just the way he liked it. "Oh that's better darling, much better" he muttered. She could feel his weapon beginning to probe the elastic entrance to her sex and his hands returning to play with her breasts. "Mmm, can you feel that Debbie. Nice and hard isn't it. Oooh you're tight aren't you darling, can you feel it stretching you?" he said, teasing the entrance to her vagina with the bulbous purple head. "Nooo" she cried, a tear running down her cheek. "Debbie, sweetheart. You may be saying 'no', but your eyes are saying 'yes'. If you really want me to stop I will, OK. Now then, is that what you want? Or, do you want to feel my cock inside you? Do you want me to fuck that sweet little pussy that's made me so hard and horny? Well?..." "Y... y... yes" she finally admitted... but you do love me don't you?" He laughed. "Sweetheart. I want to bed you, not wed you." "No... but... you do... you do like me... you do respect me, don't you? It's not just sex is it?" He had a sick grin on his face. "Of course... of course I respect you sweetheart. Now, is that better?" 'Silly cow' he thought to himself, 'they love to resist but they always come round... eventually'! He gave her a moment to consider what he'd said, and to build on the anticipation of what was coming. "I'm going to release all that pent up repression in your pussy" he whispered and wiped the tears from her face. She moaned softly whilst his cock continued to probe the entrance to her pussy. He felt so big and her natural response was to tighten up, but she made a big effort to relax, knowing she was going to let him do it in the end. "Ah that's better. See, you can't wait now can you" he smiled. "Anticipation, that's the best bit. It'll soon be deep inside you sweetheart" and he eased the first two inches of his manhood inside her warm moist channel. "Ooooh" she gasped. It was already stretching her and she was beginning to wonder if she'd be able to take much more. Her tightness inadvertently stripped his foreskin right back, giving his cock the maximum feeling from her hot vagina. It was a fantastic sensation, although for Debbie, the feeling was more one of discomfort. "Oooooh, you're too big for me" she gasped. "Nonsense. You'll soon get used to it. This is what it's like to take a real length, Debbie. That's it baby, here it comes now, here comes the big train... into the tunnel... here it comes... oooh yeah!" "Ooooooooooh" she screamed as he slowly penetrated, pushing through her last resistance until his cock was finally embedded to the hilt. All opposition was now quelled. "Oooooooh, you bastard! I'm going to be a bride and you're inside me, you bastard" she cried, as her legs stiffened and her toes pointed straight up at the ceiling. "That's right. Imagine it's your wedding night Debbie, and you're being humped by a real man instead of that effeminate, mincing little pantywaist wanker you call your fianc?e." He slammed into her again as if to re-inforce the point. "Aaaaaaaaaah" she cried. "Mmm, there's nothing like fucking a bride" he admitted. "Ooooh" she moaned, now in a subdued and accepting voice. He backed off, withdrawing his cock, then plunged all the way back in. "Ooooooh". Then all the way out and back in again, slowly picking up speed as he sawed into her pussy. With each rhythmic thrust, his desk thumped against the wall and she moaned loudly every time his balls slapped against her bottom. "What am I doing Debbie" he asked. "Come on. What am I doing sweetheart?" "No... no" she cried, "I'm getting married for Christ's sake." "Tell me. Tell me or I'll stop. What am I doing Debbie?" "Ooooh God. Oooooh you're... you're fucking me... you're fucking the bride. Ooooh you're so deep inside me and you're stretching my pussy with your big cock." "That's better" he smiled as she finally let go of his desk, grabbed his waist and dug her heels into his back, attempting to pull him deeper inside. "That's right darling. We can make love another time, can't we? Tonight, you're going to be fucked by a real man aren't you." He'd promised himself he'd give her a length before she was married, and as usual, he was spot on. James smiled, wiping away a lingering tear from her cheek. "Surrender, capitulation, obedience. Those are the three qualities I really admire in a girl... oh and big tits" he laughed. "You bastard." "That's right. Now then, let's get to work shall we. Feel my cock inside you darling, feel it stretching you with every thrust." She could feel it alright and it was driving her crazy. She'd never experienced anything like it. "Ahhh...ahhh...ahhh...ahhh...ahhh... oh yessss... harder... ahhh...ahhh... oooh you bastard... ooooooh...give it to me harder... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh." In the adjoining office, Peter could hear and feel the rhythmic thump, thump, thump against the shared wall, over and over, then the stream of moans and gasps. It was the unmistakable sound of two people shagging. He wondered who the lucky bloke was. How he wished he was making out with his fianc?e right now. Just for a moment he panicked, wondering where Debbie was... but no... she was a good girl. Besides, she was always so passive, and as quiet as a mouse when they made love. There was no way his fianc?e would be making all THAT racket! James Shepherd smiled to himself. "They're having a good time aren't they? Jeez, he's giving her a damned good seeing to, just listen to her. Poor bitch sounds like she hasn't had it for years... must have been gagging for it eh" he laughed. Of course, James knew exactly whose office was next door. His Marketing Director had told him earlier that one way or another he was going to have Peter's fianc?e that evening, and as he put it, 'warm her up nicely for her wedding night'. Still there was no point in upsetting the poor boy, and besides, if he was enjoying himself, why shouldn't she? Peter was fascinated by all the noise next door when he was suddenly brought back down to earth. "Oh Jesus" he cried. James was holding Peter's manhood, rolling the elastic foreskin back and wrapping his warm wet lips around the tip, using his tongue to tease the purple hood. "Oh my God" Peter muttered, closing his eyes. He was in heaven. In all his life, he'd never had a girlfriend who was prepared to willingly take him in her mouth. He'd read about it, his mates bragged about it, he'd seen magazines and videos with couples doing it... but apart from th