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Away with the Lads

By: Tomsparty



You're invited to Dublin, Ireland with 10 other lads from your village. It's planned as a weekend of copious quantities of drink (Guinness), fast food (beef burgers and chips) and cultural interest (Girls). You fly from Southampton and costs are kept to a minimum. Aiden, The only Irish born lad in the group fails to show – selfishly this is good news, as unlike the others you now don't have to share a room. This means after checking in to the Hotel, the Harcourt, and surveying your room, a large double bed with 2 singles, a window overlooking the front with bathroom, you step out of your jeans and slip on the pretty white panties you had concealed within your case. You smile with pleasure as the silken material slides easily up your smooth shaven legs. The panties are extraordinarily delicate and lacy, adorned with tiny roses and two beautiful bows. You sigh and fall to your knees to gaze at the ladies magazine you've opened on the bed. You stare jealously at the glossy pages of the beautiful fashion models. In a dream like state you slip a quivering hand into your panties and grasp your throbbing cock. Mmm! You dream your dream, of feminine dresses, towering high heels, sexy lingerie and beautiful long flowing hair. Soon you're pulling on it like there's no tomorrow. You close your eyes and groan like a teenage girl as you imagine you're dressed in the sexiest dress ever with 'fuck me' heels, sheer stockings and a plummeting neckline that shows off your eye-popping cleavage. You toss your imaginary hair back and wrap your pink painted glossy lips round a hard throbbing cock. It's a common, popular dream, one that you've fantasised over every detail and now it's like visiting an old friend. You're hot, turned on and in heaven, so ecstatic you don't hear a card drop in the security lock. The front door slowly opens as you scream with pleasure and shoot your creamy load into your clean white panties.

Bang! The wooden fire door springs shut. Startled you look up to see Aiden in the doorway with his suitcase. 'What's going on hear?' he gasps. You turn bright red and struggle to stand your legs weak and wobbly from copulation. Aiden laughs walks into the room trundling his suitcase behind him like a dog. 

'I, I, I thought you weren't coming,' you stutter. 

'Hmm! I can tell,' he pants dragging his case further in. 'Fortunately I caught the next flight.' He looks at you; you're panties and the damp stain that's spreading in your gusset. 'You fucking sissy,' he screams. 'You pathetic pervert!'

'Please!' you plead. 'Don't say anything to anybody.' 

Aiden sneers. 'What's it worth? I'm sure the lads would love to know your little secret.' He throws his suitcase on the double bed. 'I've always had my doubts about you - you don't drink, you don't smoke, you never mention a girlfriend and...' He breaks off to walk around you looking at your long smooth legs, fleshy arse and full lips. '…You do look so effeminate… Yes,' he confirms, 'you would make a beautiful sissy. Now how long have you felt this way? What else do you do and how far do you go?' But he doesn't give you a chance to answer as he rips open your suitcase. 'What other sissy things have you got?' he says enthusiastically. 'A sexy dress or perhaps a boned Basque, high heels, fishnet stockings and suspenders.' 

'No, no,' you scream but before you can stop him he's found your pretty babydoll night-dress in bubblegum pink. 

'Oh, Sissy what have we got here?' he holds the delicate fabric up to the light and the sun streaming through the window reveals the transparent nature of the dress. 'Cor! My lucks in, if I don't pull at the hotel night club I look forward to seeing you wear this later tonight.' He grins and tosses you the night-dress as he resumes his search. You hold the dress lightly in your quivering fingers and slouch depressed on the end of the bed like a naughty schoolgirl. Needless to say he finds your matching pink panties, hard jelly butt plug and a tube of lubricant. He chuckles like an old prospector finding gold. Eagerly he searches some more but seems disappointed. He shakes his head. 'Well, well, well, would you believe it? - What a surprise. Fortunately for you and unbeknown to our friends downstairs I rather like sissy boys.' He puts his pointed index finger to his lips, 'But shhh!' he whispers, 'Don't tell!' He cups his bulging cock through his jeans and gives it an affectionate squeeze.

You heave a sigh of relief. 'So you won't tell about me then?' you say with a slight smile. 

'Wooh! Slow down, I didn't say that but… I'm sure we could come to some mutually beneficial arrangement.' He grins devilishly and thought for a few moments whilst staring at your slender hairless body. 'If you want me to stay silent,' he says eventually, 'I want you to dress for me tonight.'

'What!' you say unsure of his demands. He laughs and rubs his large handsome hands together delighted with his own suggestion. 'Yes, I want you to dress for me tonight.' he repeats. 'In something short that clings, shows plenty of leg and is incredibly sexy.' He licks his lips hungrily, 'Something feminine that is convincing yet shows the world that you're a party girl.' He smirks again and his eyes twinkle like a sex-starved beast. 'As I'm sure once in a sexy dress and on that dance floor you'll party like a fox.' You blush and squeeze your knees together feeling your own cum soak into your gusset.

'Oh!' he cries, 'And I almost forgot underneath whatever you choose I want to see your sissy frame squeezed into a curve inducing boned corset.'

'B... B... But you've seen what I've brought with me. I haven't got anything else.' You feel tears form in your eyes but Aiden is unconcerned. 'That's not my problem. You'll have to buy something pretty later today. I'm not joking; I want to see you shaking your cute arse down in the club tonight. And... I want you looking so gorgeous; I'll want to lick you all over. I'll be pissed but I hope you don't disappoint me.' He laughs cruelly and slaps your bottom hard. You're not entirely sure what he means and though he has mirrored your dream you shiver with apprehension.

'I didn't know you were... Or liked...' stopping short of finishing the sentence afraid to say the word Gay or Sissy. 

'Oh my darling Sissy there's lots you don't know about me but don't look so upset. Dry those dazzling eyes of yours - from what I saw a moment ago you'll love every minute. Now keep those panties on your butt, put your jeans back on and lets join the others for a few drinks as if nothing has happened – we don't want to arise suspicion. Remember... That's why we're here.' He shakes his head and smiles with delight. 'This is such an unexpected bonus and I almost ended up missing out or sharing with Stinky Pete.'

'B... B.. but my panties they're not clean.' You mumble. 

'So what's the problem. I want you to wear your cum soaked panties - it will remind you of the pervert sissy you are. Besides I want you suitably girlish and submissive for later on.' He turns his attention to the jelly plug found earlier in your case. 'Talking of which. It seems a shame not to use this.' he says pointing it at you like a conductors baton. 'Especially since YOU brought it. Do you need a hand getting it in?'

'No, no, thank you I can manage,' you babble but he's not listening. He grasps the plug and applies a big dollop of lube on it. 'Drop your knickers, Sissy, bend and hold your knees.' You hear a forceful tone to his voice and terrified he might turn nasty you do as he directs sliding your sticky panties down your svelte thighs so they are just over your smooth buttocks. Knees together you bend over and feel him press the cold jelly against your sphincter. You gasp as he teases your glory hole before sliding it slowly home. 'Good girl, work that muscle! I don't want you too tight tonight.' Satisfied he slaps you patronisingly on your rump for good measure. 'You read the agenda?'

'Hmm! Pardon,' you say squirming slightly as you shift your weight slowly from foot to foot letting the large plug settle deep within you. 

Aiden checks the email he got from his pocket. 'We're to meet downstairs in the hotel bar for a welcoming pint of Guinness and then we plan to see the city in an open top tour bus.' He yawns. 'Boring… but now I know your little secret and what you've got tucked away, the trip will be far more interesting. Nothing beats a sissy boy and I know you'll be warming up for me later.'

Downstairs you all chip in with a kitty and begin drinking. Pint after pint they down as they watch the Rugby on the large TV screen, belch, fart and generally talk loudly about recent sexual conquests and sporting events. After about three pints of Guinness each and you've dragged out your orange juice you all amble out and head for the high street. Aiden says nothing as to what he saw earlier or shows any interest in you and after a while had it not been for your damp panties or stretched and stuffed arse, the events in your room would seem but a distant dream. 

Predictably you crawl from pub to pub stopping for more pints mainly at those with live acts playing traditional Irish music. After about an hour while in O'Donoghue's, Aiden glances at his watch and whispers in your ear. 'Don't forget our arrangement. You don't want to miss the shops.' He's right it's 3 o'clock so you excuse yourself from the pub, and walk into the city centre with a smile on your face as the jelly plug shifts deliciously with every step. You window shop for ages before plucking up enough courage to go into a ladies fashion store, 'Ave Maria'. You're terribly embarrassed and after a fleeting glance around the shop at its expensive designer labels you see an understanding looking female assistant. At first she thinks you're trying to chat her up but after a few moments you explain that you want to buy a sexy outfit for your girlfriend that night. She's happy to oblige and is none the wiser until she asks for your girlfriend's size. You're not sure but you give her your dimensions and guess a likely breast measurement. After some embarrassment you choose a sexy black mini dress made from a sumptuous silk crepe de Chine. 'If you want a pair of pretty heels,' she says studying your feet and own shoes, 'I recommend 'Cherche Midi' they're just down the road and their stock is swooningly high and shamelessly fashionable.' You giggle stupidly. 'And,' she adds, 'they specialise in larger sizes.' She smirks and you blush relieved when she wraps the dress and asks for your credit card. You glance around the sumptuous little store - you're still alone. 'And can you also recommend where I can get a corset from?' You ask. She looks at you suspiciously and gives the directions of another store, 'Susan Hunter'. 'They're the oldest lingerie store in Dublin, its hugely popular and have over 20 years experience. They have an emphasis on high-end luxury labels.' she smirks, 'but I'm sure you're worth it. If they can't help no one can.' You thank her, pay for the dress and walk to the shoe shop. 

Shoes - They seem the easy option. After the embarrassment of buying a dress you wanted something less challenging before you tackled the corset. And as you expected buying the heels was an altogether easier affair. They where all arranged on a rack in sizes so once you found your size you simply selected an elegant high heeled pair that you thought would compliment the little black dress and enable you to dance with toppling over. They where gorgeous, dead sexy, with a 3" heel, pointed toe and plenty of straps. You're convinced they alone would make you the woman you want to be. The cashier again looked at you rather strangely but she took your money happily and as she wrapped them you asked for the direction for Westbury Mall off Grafton Street for the supposedly oldest lingerie shop in Dublin. 

'Susan Hunter' was slightly off the high street and rather seedy looking. A wave of nervousness washed over you as you pushed open the door. You're grateful that it's empty. 

'My Names Jileen, Can I help?' an attractive motherly looking lady in her 50's asked. 

'I, I, I want a corset for my girlfriend,' you say lying badly. Jileen seemed pleasant and understanding but still she frowned. 'I'm sorry it's almost impossible to supply a well fitting corset without a personal fitting. What's her approximate size?'

You tell her your dimensions and she stares you straight in the eye. 'Are you sure Sir? Or is there something else you wish to tell me? We are very discreet. Can I get you a cup of tea while you think about it?'

The floodgates open as you sip her sweet tea and tell her everything – well almost everything. You fabricate the truth slightly – you say you need to dress as a woman as you've been invited to a private party at the Harcourt and are going in fancy dress with your girlfriend who is going in a suit as the man. She seems taken in with your story and as a bonus she's kind and genuinely sympathetic. 

You follow her into a back-office fitting room and upon her instructions remove your T-shirt forgetting that the waistband of your panties is clearly visible. She notices but says nothing commenting only on your smooth flawless skin. After taking your measurements she fits you with a bone-crunching corset. It has an amazing effect on your already tiny figure squeezing your waist in a further 4 inches. Jileen is delighted with the results and as you parade in front of the multi-angle mirror trying to breathe normally Jileen looks at you thoughtfully. 'Excuse me for asking but is your dress in the bag?' she points at the two large plastic shopping bags by your feet. 

You nod, 'and shoes,' you say proudly. 

'Good, good,' she says, 'and have you any other lingerie?'

You look at her rather sheepishly but say nothing and she knows the answer. 'May I then suggest I find you something suitable?' You nod. 'But my darling you do realise your lingerie tonight should not be selected for reasons of warmth, comfort or hygiene. You need to eroticise your body.' She waggles her finger like a schoolmistress, 'Don't underestimate the power your sexy underwear will have over your boyfriend.' She laughs and gives you a knowing wink, 'I think even a girl would appreciate a boy in this quality lingerie.' You both laugh but your merriment is short lived as Jileen suddenly resumes her more business like pose. 'What about breasts,' she says. 'You've got to have a convincing cleavage? May I suggest some soft touch gel bra pads? They're new in and feel like natural breasts.' You smile, nod and stare transfixed in the mirror as she slips back into the shop returning moments later holding a collection of raunchy lingerie. 'We are not busy in the shop, why don't you slip your jeans off and pop your dress on for a dress rehearsal, I'd like to see if the corset fits under tonight's dress before you leave the shop.' She smiles reassuringly, 'Judging by the bags, you've chosen some beautiful things; it would be a shame to spoil everything for the sake of a few minutes.' You can't believe your luck. You'd rather make a fool of yourself in the intimacy of the small fitting room rather than under the bright lights of the club tonight and your mates. After all it was essential that you looked sufficiently convincing that no one knows your true identity. 

Minutes later with some struggle you slid your arms into the sleeves of the dress. Now your legs are encased in sheer stockings affixed tightly to a lacy suspender belt, Your feet are squeezed into your beautiful high heels, your waist is squeezed to pronounce your curves and your chest is heavy with a bra that is brimming with a realistic pair of tits. Jileen zips you up the back and as she clips the zip hook into place you feel beautiful – like a fairytale princess. 'Show me,' Jileen says and like a catwalk fashion model you strut up and down the carpet, swinging your hips and swaying your hands from side to side. The butt plug is still in place and as the heels heighten your swagger the sway of your hips in turn magnifies the sensation in your butt. You feel gorgeous, so feminine and so girlish. The dress had an almost magical effect – as well as looking like a pretty girl dressed up for a night on the town you felt like a girl that needs to hang off the arm of a strong man and for a moment you remembered what Aiden had said. You shiver in apprehension and for a terrifying moment you feel your panties moisten.

Jileen sees your pleasure and studies you from every angle. 'Perfect, my love but you need to do something with your hair.' 

You look worried. You had forgotten about your hair. 'Can you recommend someone?' you say.

'Yes, I do know a wig specialist.' She said picking up the telephone, 'I'll ring ahead to get you an appointment and avoid any embarrassment. 

You smile - Everything is perfect. Perfect, apart from the price but like the dress after you'd changed back into your jeans and T-shirt you longed to put it back on. Finally satisfied with your purchases you pay her and went in search for the wig specialist.

Muriel in the wig shop is very helpful. She sat you in what looks like a barbers chair and asked what look you wanted to create. Like Jileen she made you a tea and made you feel completely at home before putting the first wig on your head. You felt awkward. 'Relax.' she said combing it into place. But you feel far from relaxed. 'Its very hard too when I look so masculine.' you say. Muriel smirks looking at your small frame and delicate features, 'don't kid yourself Honey I know more masculine looking girls than you.' This surprisingly didn't help, you look dejected and rather dispirited at such a late stage of your transformation. 'I tell you what,' Muriel says in an attempt to make you feel better, 'why don't I put some colour on your face and you'll look much more the part.' You nod and as you do so she spins your chair so you're facing her. She opens a huge make-up box. 'My, my, my you have perfect skin - a flawless, glowing complexion -this shouldn't take long,' and within a few minutes she's put on a light foundation, eye-shadow, mascara, eyeliner and lipstick. 'You have amazing bone structure. You have supermodel cheekbones. And your lips are so sultry,' she sighs. 'So soft and kissable, so smooth and pronounced. You look fabulously subtle and so natural.' You're gob-smacked you smile and for the first time she notices your teeth. 'Oh my goodness, I'm so jealous. You have beautiful white teeth and your smile is so sparkling, the boys won't be able to keep their hands off you.' 

It's true – for the first time your face looks amazingly feminine and as she stretched another pretty wig over your head the reflection that now shone back was that of a pretty girl. 'Oh my goodness!' she cries clapping her hands I think we have the one. Darling you look radiant, absolutely fabulous, like a new woman.' You blush, stand and walk about the room feeling your new hair swinging with every step, kissing the sides of your face and caressing your shoulders. Muriel winks, 'You're such a pretty thing your boyfriend won't recognize you,'

'Girlfriend,' you correct her.

Muriel flicks a few stray stands of hair off your face with a brush. 'Sorry, love, Jileen has told me about the party and looking like you do you'll have a fabulous time.'

You think she's right so you thank her for her help and pay for the wig and an assortment of cosmetics. Later after you've cleaned your face she hands you the bag containing the wig. ''Oh and darling I bet you dint bring any perfume?' You hadn't. 'Thought as much. I've put in one of my favorite fragrances. We cant have you looking like a beauty and smelling like a builder. Its an enchanting blend of floral fragrances and is so pretty. It's on me. I've had a lovely time this afternoon and I thank you.'


Away with the Lads



Despite the free perfume and the pampering the exercise is costing a small fortune and as you struggle back to the hotel you add up your purchases. You soon lose count - It's scary but despite the spiraling cost, your excitement mounts and your cock strains forever harder against your encrusted lingerie seemingly justifying the expense. A few hours ago you would scoff at Aidens mere suggestion but now having been fitted with super sexy lingerie, bought a dress and slinky high heels you felt the odds where in your favour. And you looked forward to tonight with increasing excitement.

Back at hotel the other lads where already changed for the evening and where drinking in the bar. Aiden sees you sneaking into the reception and ushers you into the bar for a drink. You try to hide the bags under your chair. Aiden can't resist a comment. 'Bought something pretty for tonight?' He winks. 'Something saucy to attract the ladies.' He drags his words slowly maximizing your awkwardness yet you tremble with excitement. 'That for me to know and your to wonder you say teasingly.'

'Oh! Aren't you going to show us? He knows you won't but he's enjoying your discomfort. You grin and to avoid any further questioning, down your wine, get up ready for the first part of the evening. Aiden follows you outside. 

'Not so fast you fucking Sissy,' he grins menacingly, 'I hope you've got everything, my cocks positively rigid.' 

'Yes,' you mumble, B… B… but I won't be able to fasten the corset myself.' Aiden beams like a Cheshire cat. Excellent,' he chants, 'It will be my pleasure. I'll be up later'.

Back in your hotel room you hang up your dress and put everything away. You hurriedly shave, wash and dress back in clean jeans and a fresh T-shirt. Downstairs the lads are still drinking when you meet them back in the hotel bar. Amazingly they drink some more and ogle at the Irish girls as they start to fill out the pub but the lads want to eat so we walk back into the town to sample the delights of Captain Americas, a typical American styled beef burger restaurant. You're careful with what you eat not wanting to develop a stomach and ruin the line of the dress so you order just a soup and salad. After the meal the lads plan on visiting a few more pubs before ending up at the Hotel and the club. You tell them that you're not feeling very well and that you are going back to the hotel to sleep. 

Back in your room you hurriedly strip and dress in your new sexy panties, suspender belt and stockings. You sit at the dressing table and expertly apply the make-up desperately trying to remember everything Muriel told you. Your pulse is racing and your heart pounding. As you brushed the wig on your head Aiden enters the room and he almost faints as you turn to face him. 'Is that you,' he gasps drooling, 'I don't fucking believe it, you look fucking gorgeous.' You nod nervously. 'Look, Sis, I haven't long. I told the lads I'd just check on you - see that you're all right.' He beams. 'Where's your saucy corset? You did buy one, didn't you?' He eyes me with annoyance. 

'Yes, yes,' you say, 'it wasn't easy but I got one. But you'll have to help me get in to it.' 

He smirks like a schoolboy as you hand him a gift box that contains the gold-and-cream corset. 'Excellent,' he says practically tearing it from the box. He was so unbelievably good at getting it on – As I had found earlier that afternoon - it's really not that easy. He wrapped it around my chest and waist then as I held it in place he laced it up so tight I could hardly breathe. 

'Sissy,' he shrieked, 'you do trust me don't you?'

'How can you even ask?' I gasp as he trusses me up like an oven-ready chicken. But to be honest though I'd know Aiden for many years I was seeing him in a completely new light and its not easy to trust someone when they are more or less being blackmailed into dressing as some slutty porn queen. He is so turned on by your corset you almost wish he had never suggested it. When he had tied the final lace he wanted fun and games but you didn't want to mess up your hair, smudge your make-up or snag your stockings. Aiden wasn't very understanding. 

'No, keep your hands off.' You say.

'Hope you ain't going to be so fuck'in frigid later, Sissy cunt. You better loosen up, I've an insatiable appetite or I'll tell the lads your secret and there's no knowing what they will do when they see you all tarted up.' He turned sharply and slammed the door as he stormed downstairs.

Alone, arms aching and fingers trembling, you step carefully into the expensive dress and pull it up over your throbbing cock. A cock that refuse to keep still as it spasms and strains against the tight encasement of lace panties. Higher and higher you pull the sumptuous material and as it wraps itself luxuriously over your hips any remnant of masculinity drains from you. A warm tingle of femininity cascades over your body like warm sunlight. Feeling dizzy you take corset restricting lungfuls of air as you feed your slender arms into the pretty sleeves. You struggle with the zip. A wave of alarm coursed through your body. What if I look like a guy in drag? You leave the hook undone and slip your feet in to the shoes, your breathing loud and rhythmical. Ooh. Aah Ooh! Aah! At last, your transformation almost complete. You check yourself in the mirror. The reflection is not far short of stunning and you stare speechless at the mirror. You look a million dollars – it's your dream come true and you can't resist hoiking your dress to your waist, slipping your panties down your sheer stockings, dropping to your knees and massaging your tiny cock. You smile, part your painted lips and gasp with pleasure - but remain in control careful not to spoil any of your new clothes. Relief came almost immediately, which was a good thing as your now flaccid cock was almost invisible under the dress.

You compose yourself and wait a few more minutes hoping you've given the lads and more importantly Aiden time to drink up and walk into the club. For a finishing touch you tab some perfume behind each ear, on your wrists and on each ankle. Perfect – You feel ready for anything so you step cautiously out of your room and walk carefully down the corridor. The floorboard creak as you step delicately along the landing and you're relieved no one is about. Your cover could easily be blown had one of the lads seen you exiting your room dressed in all your party gear. 

Downstairs and more confident now you cross the reception, your heels clicking on the wooden tiles and your stockings emit a loud rasping noise. You see a group of local girls queuing to get into the club. The oldest, a tall brunette with tremendously large tits looks at you and smiles reassuringly as if a friend. 'You look a bit lost, love do you want to join our party it's horrible turning up on your own.' 

You're very grateful for her hospitality. 'Thank you,' you say 'I'd love too.' 

She smiles at you and looks at your outfit. 'Love your dress and adore the shoes.' You smile. 'My names Reganne by the way and this is Kaitlin and Kerry. What's your name?' 

You stare at her blankly then remember the name of the Lingerie shop, 'Susan,' you say. 'Susan Harper.'

'Well Susan we're party girls - stick with us and you'll have a great time. Play your cards right and you won't have to buy a drink all evening and play carefully and you might even keep your knickers on.' They all laugh and you smile sweetly as you follow them into the pub and down some rickety stairs into the clubs entrance. You flash your room key to the burly bouncer. Reganne looks at you with interest. 'Resident,' you say and he waves you all in. Once inside Reganne buys you all a drink but you fail to notice her slip a small white tablet into your wine. Oblivious you chat and wander about surveying the scene. Kerry points out all the old men that have to be avoided and any fresh talent she fancies. Your outfit is a complete success. You are an instant hit. Other women look at you jealously and the men look at you with lust. Everything was perfect. You loved all the attention. At no time did they ever think you are a man. But perhaps everything isn't perfect. To keep up the pretence a sharp and clear head is required and for some reason you feel far from sharp. Something strange begins to happen as the drugged drink begins to go to your head. Outwardly you act as if you've drunk much more than only one white wine. You can't understand it but you're beyond caring as the room begins to spin and everything becomes rather a blur. But what do you care as you cause quite a stir with your curvaceous figure, long legs, tight dress and high heels. All the men are talking about you. 'Lets dance,' Kerry says and you follow her in your teetering heels onto the dance floor. Soon you're dancing your little ass off, scooping your hair above your head and shaking it to the rhythm. But to your dismay there is no sign of Aiden or any other of the lads. You begin to wonder if you've been stood up and Aiden was just pulling your leg. What d you do? You consider going back to your room but as another strange handsome man buys you a drink you realise you haven't had such fun for ages and it would be a shame to curtail the evening early. 

It's while your dancing to Kelis you notice a familiar frame ambling about in the dark. It is Aiden with the other lads. He eventually sees you, smiles, points in amazement and draws you to the attention of the other lads. He chants 'party girl, party girl, party girl.' and is soon dancing himself. 

'Oh look at those lads,' Reganne says noticing Aiden and the gang slowly working there way across the dance floor like hungry wolves. 'I think the tall handsome one has a thing for you Susan.' She points to Aiden, 'Look how his tongue is hanging out and his eyes are on stalks. Flash him your tits and wiggle your arse he looks good enough for at least a round of drinks' Happy to oblige you shimmy past him, smile, shake your shoulders so your large gel like breasts shudder in your bra and when he's looking you turn your back on him and while dancing place your hands on your knees and grind your arse at him provocatively. It worked a treat. He was on you like a bee to honey and sure enough egged on by the other lads he's soon dancing alongside you. 'Hello darling, have you any Irish in you?' The other girls giggle, as we all knew what's coming next. You shake your head and he says the inevitable. 'Do you want some in you?' Despite his lack of originality the others girls laugh and you feel your face redden but you play hard to get turning away from him. But he's not going to give up without a fight and he pinches your bottom and the other lads taunt him unfairly. Inevitably he buys you a drink and the three other lads join you pairing off nicely with Reganne, Kaitlin and Kerry. The experience is better than you ever dreamed. The dress feels so comfortable and natural, you look stunning and being in his arms is like putting your fingers into an electric socket. You want more; you want to dance, to drink and to fuck but not just fuck you want to fuck dirty. You're impatient but Reganne for some reason keeps you on the dance floor almost selfishly but Aiden didn't want to dance or drink and proudly in front of the other lads he takes you by the hand and heads for the exit. 

'Good luck' Reganne calls, 'be careful' and a shiver of apprehension slithers through you like a bolt of lightening. The others all exchange knowing glances and you feel like a cheap fair ground prize being claimed as he drags you enthusiastically out of the noisy club and to your room. 

Upstairs he bursts through the door and hurls you inside. You smell cigarettes and booze on his breath but you don't care as he's all over you like a rash. 'Love your perfume,' he says as his exploring hands claw at your knickers. You nervously pull away but Aiden is not impressed. 'What's your game? Relax. Perhaps my special treat will help,' he snarls as from out his pocket he pulls a black lace mask which he ties over your eyes. You giggle nervously and from the corner of your eye just before everything goes black you see a tiny tripod with a video camera at the end of the bed. 'What's that?' you cry but you knew and to confirm your suspicions you hear a faint whirr of its motor. Next as blind as a bat you feel him fumble with the zip of your dress. 'Careful,' you cry as he tears the zip downwards exposing your slender back and pretty corset. 

'Eureka!' he cries slipping your dress down your arms and letting it fall to the floor. 'You're amazing.' He wraps his hands around your waist and you tremble in anticipation.

'Fuck me,' you scream. 'Fuck me hard. I want to feel your hot cock inside me. I've waited all day and now I'm hot and ready.'

'Patience my sissy,' he sneers wickedly running his hands up and down the delicate material, fine stitching and corsetry bones. 'My, my, your corset looks a little loose,' he cries - and he starts pulling the laces at the back tighter and tighter. More and more roughly. you never thought he was so rough; obviously you were wrong. 'Please, stop!' you gasp, almost fainting, but he sort of threw you across the bed, so all your things crashed onto the floor. Almost drooling he expertly yanks your panties to your knees and manhandles you on to all fours. Chuckling in a demented fashion he runs his hands up over your hips and he gives a long wolf whistle.

You find it hard to write about great sex but needless to say it was total bliss. You learnt you can feel much more if you can't see and quite frankly Aiden is not what you would call a Prince more of a frog so you're quite grateful for his sexy little blindfold. In fact you were so unbelievably excited that you forgot about his sneaky camera on its sneaky tripod.

His pulsating cock felt huge pressed up against your arse and you press back as he eases himself in. It's bigger than you anticipate and you let out a schoolgirl moan as he slowly began to rock backwards and forwards, faster and faster. 'You're a sissy slut,' he taunts. 'A little sissy slut that likes to parade about in sexy dresses and sexy lingerie and tease and flirt all for a free drink. I know your little game and its time to pay me back.' As he shouts he thrusts harder and harder and you soon feel his hot cock meat pulse and squirm until it can hold back no longer and with one final thrust forwards you feel a torrent of hot thick custard like cum eject out the end of his knob deep into your sissy hole. You scream and simultaneously spurt your own cum onto the bed. Exhausted you sag on your knees impaled on his cock dagger but he's not done and as you lay with your head buried in the soft pillow your long hair all around your face he begins to pump you rhythmically discharging the last drop of cum deep into you your quivering arse. It is heaven and when he eventually withdrew, you feel as if you'd been flung out of the garden of Eden.

He is more inpatient and clambers off the bed fumbling first with his trousers and then the video. 'You weren't filming all that, were you Aiden?' you ask peeling off your mask.

'Of course my sissy fucker,' he replied, going over to the tripod and ejecting the tape. He slips it into his back pocket. 'It will be great. We can have a look later but it has a secondary use… if you turn all funny and scream date rape or anything unpleasant I've got some insurance.' You frown as once again you see his sinister grin return and shiver at his callousness. He laughs. 'The other lads would simply love to see this. And do you know the best part about it?'

You shake your head. 'With the mask on I do believe they would still have no idea who you really are.' 

He turns, slaps his back pocket triumphantly, and leaves the room. 

You lie exhausted on the bed, you feel dejected, discarded, used and cheap. Plus your heads still spinning from the strange drink and your orgasm. You pull you panties up and just lie there reviewing the last hour with a satisfied smile on your face. Then to your horror you hear the door open again. 'Is that you Aiden!' you call, your voice trembling but there is no reply. Panicing you sit upright. It's not Aiden but Reganne from the club downstairs. 

Alarmed you jump off the bed and cover yourself with the dress. 'What are you doing? This is a surprise,' you say slightly peeved. 

'Oh! Susan, do stop panicking I know your little game. I'm Jileen's daughter. You know the lingerie shop owner, Susan Hunter.' she laughs and crosses the room. 'Mum told me all about your little game with Aiden and as I normally come here I thought I'd tag along to see how you get on. I didn't think the hotel had a private party booked so I knew there was more to your story.'

'So you know I'm not really Susan then,' you say.

A huge smile spreads across her face. 'That's right, nice touch copying the shop name by the way and seeing you cavort on the dance floor earlier has made me unbelievably hot and excited.' She steps towards you and pushes you aggressively back onto the bed. 

'W, w, what do you want?' you tremble.

'Isn't it obvious?' She hitches her own micro mini up over her hips and thrusts her cum soaked panties at your face. I, like Aiden love sissy boys but I want you to suck me dry through my wet panties.' She wiggles even closer and you smell her strong perfume. 'There's nothing I love more than a submissive sissy at my command and you look one of the best.' But then all of a sudden she slaps you across the cheek and spits in your hair. 'You worthless heap of sissy shit do as I ask. I know the game. Even Aiden is too stupid to know the real reason why I wanted to came up here. Oh yes I borrowed Aiden's room key so I could surprise you. Now lick me through my cum soaked panties.'

Reluctantly you drop down onto your knees yet again and shuffle forwards so your face is level with her crutch. You inhale then wrap your lips round her wet gusset drawing her juices through the skimpy lace. Her fluid acts as an intoxicant and you again feel drowsy with the fumes and her taste. 'Eat your fill my Sissy, eat!' She grasps your head and wrapping her hands around your long locks she pushes your head deep into her gusset restricting your breath and any possible escape. She holds you there for what seems like a few minutes when all of a sudden you pulls you back gasping for air.

'Well done, slut,' she says stepping out of her drenched knickers that are now stained clearly with your red lipstick. 'I now want you my sissy friend to wear my cum drenched panties or I'll tell all your mates who you really are.' She laughs and you thought Aiden was your worry. He, like you had something to lose. While I have nothing.' She laughs cruelly and flings her panties in your face. 'Come on, sissy I want you back on the dance floor in my knickers, now.' She giggles as you peel your own panties down your legs and step into her wet and warm skimpies. 'Excellent,' Reganne purrs holding open your dress. 'Step inside my beauty lets not keep the other waiting. 

Back in the club having adjusted your dress and reapplied your make-up and combed your hair You look slightly disheveled but still sexy enough to turn heads. You dance with Reganne, Kerry and Kaitlin excepting a drink or a dance from any man that offered and as the evening drew to a close your feet positively ached from dancing in your tiny heels. Aiden ignores you but later back in the hotel room he, as promised, he makes you wear the bubblegum pink night-dress while you suck his cock.

The following day you wake at about 9 o'clock. Aidens still asleep so you slip out of the night-dress and panties, remove your make-up and shower and dress back in your jeans and T-shirt. When Aiden does eventually wake with a pounding hangover you've tidied the room and neatly packed your dress, wig, shoes and lingerie away. It feels strange wearing cotton underwear and jeans as skipping about in the flimsy short dress now seems but a distant dream. 




Away with the Lads



Over breakfast Aiden ignores you and proudly tells the other lads what he did with Susan back in the room boosting he had a video tape to prove it. Fortunately no one ever asked where I was. 'The only small disappointment,' Aidsen says to you when no one is listening. 'I lost the fuck'in video tape on the dance floor so I could never show the lads if they challenged me.' 

'What!' Your eyes widen in horror. Yes, of course you're delighted the evidence is not in his hands but whose hands is it in?

So all in all a great weekend and though it set you back a few Euros you enjoyed it immensely. You're not saying which part - that's for you, dear reader to wonder but if you ever find a vhs cassette of a handsome young Irish man porking what looks like a pretty girl up the arse in a hotel room dressed in lingerie and a sexy corset. It might be me and I'd be grateful for its return.

The end