Away with the Lads
Keywords: Away, the, Lads, with,
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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.
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