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Presentation

By: WillSeeking



Maybe it is my conscious maybe I am not confident enough in believing I can have the attention, yearning and love of such a beautiful soul. Dreamt that you and I were working together. With you being the boss our budding relationship was a close secret. A few big wigs from corporate had come down for whatever reason. From a distance I had watched you greet them. The one guy was very hands on with you. This was driving me insane with jealousy. So bad in fact when you came over later that night we got in a fight about it.

Remember feeling like an ass. Here I am acting like an ass and driving you into this guys arm. I try calling and texting the next morning and get no answer from you. When I see you walk in the office that morning I am just stopped in my tracks. See you walk in wearing a very form fitting red sweater, pin striped pleated skirt and the sexy black leather boots you had shown me from shopping a few weeks earlier. You look absolutely radiant as you walk right past me as you are caught up in conversation with the big wigs.

Next thing I know we are sitting in a meeting. I am sitting in the back of the room watching you get ready to give your presentation I had seen you practice on me all weekend long. For some reason you say something about needing to turn off your black berry as I watch you fumble with it. Shortly afterwards I feel my cell vibrate and look down to see a text from you.

As everyone is intent on your words that I have heard quite often I open my cell to look at your text.

"Baby, I love you! I want no one but you! Mwah"

Instantly fills my heart with warmth. I just smile reading that as I look up watching you at your best. It finally dons on me that there is an attachment as I scroll down.

I see the top of your hip that my hands have slid over many times barely covered by the sheer lingerie. Following the taught garter over your creamy flesh snuggled nicely into your silk stocking. I stare intently at the silk stocking covering your thigh as it blends into the soft leather of your black boot. As I watch the leather bend around your knee, down your calf and wrapped around your ankle. Hearing you give your presentation as I look at the stiletto of your boot. I have never seen you in these boots before. OMG...these are the boots you are wearing right now. I can feel my cock swelling in my pants

I finally look up from my cell for what has had to be forever staring at it. You catch my eyes as I look up at you and just give me the biggest smile. 

From that point on I just watch every move you make. Not paying to a word you say but I watch the lips I have kissed a thousand times slowly move as you annunciate each word. Staring at your tight red sweater, seeing how it accentuates your breast beneath. The breast that I have felt pressed into my chest many a time. Thinking of how just over the weekend how you teased my mouth with your nipples as you swayed them back and forth over my lips as you slowly grinded on my cock. Watching your hips move as you walk from side to side. Staring intently at your skirt imagining your garter that I know you are wearing beneath. Thinking of how I have had the pleasure of kissing and nibbling your inner thighs as I worked my way up to your soft moist velvet lips. Watching your legs beneath your skirt wrapped in the soft black leather. Remembering how you told me you would change the way I thought about boots.

The whole time I am just engrossed deeply in watching you giving your presentation, you know what I am doing. You can almost feel me as I slowly fuck you with my eyes. As you scan the room looking at everyone, every time you catch me eye fucking you as our eyes pass. You can't help yourself as you feel a warm burning feeling between your thighs.

As you start working around the room talking as you pass out some report. Someone else starts talking going over something in the report you just passed out. You reach between me and someone else to grab something off the conference table.

I smell the scent of your intoxicating perfume. The perfume that has been etched in my mind, reminding me of you. To my surprise I feel your soft sweater rubbing against my cheek as I feel your breast slowly press in me. "Excuse me, Bill." As you slowly pull yourself back as everyone is listening to the other person. They look back to see you catching up in the report.

From there you stand behind me as we go through the report. I feel you place your hand on my shoulder. I feel the nail on your thumb slowly run up and down along the back of my neck. Running through my hair finding the one place that you found that drives me wild. As you stand behind me you look down over my chest and can't help but notice the outline of my cock straining in my pants. Standing there as you clench your lips tight as you feel your dripping wet Gstring saturated with your sweet honey as I feel your nails clenching into my shoulder.

You quickly regain your composure as you work your way back to the room as the lights dim and you give the end of the presentation. At the end of the presentation the guy I dislikes walks up talking to you be touchy feeling with you driving me wild. They announce that you and the group are going to lunch and some other facility and was good meeting everyone as they whisk you away from me.

I text you "HAPPY...NOT happy". Finally I get a text back " I will handle it! LOVE YOU!!! Open the box in private!"

What the hell box are you talking about? Your assistant walks by a while later saying Brianna says to give this to you.

I finally open the box at home to find a saturated Gstring that you had been wearing and a note saying you love me.

After waiting for you to come over I finally get a text from you.

"Sorry handsome, running late. Be there as soon as I can. Love you!"

I finally go in the bedroom taking your Gstring with me. I find myself lying in bed looking at your pic of you in your boots that you had sent me. Lying naked in bed, I wrap my hand around my cock looking at your pic. Finally I close my eyes and hold your Gstring to my face. Imagining you were there with me to please me.

You quietly walk in my bedroom arriving later then you had wanted to. Walking in you see me in bed stroking my cock with my eyes closed smelling your sweet scent that you had left me earlier in the day. You can feel yourself become instantly wet again. Standing there watching me you slowly peel yourself out of your skirt and sweater. You slowly slither from the bottom of the bed up between my thighs.

"Let me help you with that." I hear you say right before you lower your lips onto the head of my cock. Your lips easily slip over the head of my cock meeting my hand that is just below the head. I feel your tongue teasing the tip as you flick along it. You ease the grip I have on my cock as your tongue is suddenly met with the precum I have been holding back. Hearing you purr as you slide my cock deeper in your eager lips. I look down to see your head sliding up and down my cock as my hands run through your hair. Fucking my cock with your mouth as you look up at me. Looking deep into my eyes as you never stop sliding my cock in and out of you. Giving me the look that you belong to me and no one else.

You feel my cock tensing inside your mouth. You are not ready for me to cum. Not just yet at least. I feel you grip right under the head of my cock as your lips make a popping sound as you release my cock from them. You run your ail along the belly of my cock easing your grip as you let some cum release from my cock. Taking your finger and wiping the cum from the head of my cock, I watch you lick your finger clean. 

You slowly slither your way up my body. Feeling your lace covered breast sliding up my hairy chest. You slowly start kissing and nibbling along my neck. Your nails running through my hair putting me at ease. I hear you in my ear. 

"I am all yours and no one else's, handsome. I love you!"

Without hesitation I tell you how much I love you, as I look deep into your eyes. You reach down kissing my lips with yours. As once again you kiss along my ear I hear you whisper.

"From what I saw you love my scent, Do you want a taste?" Before I can answer I feel you sliding up my chest. I feel the soft leather boots that have been burnt into my eyes all day long as they slide up over my arms pinning me down as you straddle my face.

"I enjoyed watching you now it is your turn." I look up at you and watch you slowly teasing your lips in front of me. Running your finger up and down your velvet lips. Pressing your fingers into your piercing as you grind it back and forth. Watching you tease your clit right before my eyes. I can't help myself but run my hands up and down your sexy boots, feeling the soft leather.

To my delight I watch you as you slip a finger slowly inside you. Watching you finger your pussy, teasing me. Watching as your eyes close as you bury your finger knuckle deep. That's it sunshine tease yours tits for me as well. I watch you pinch your nipple with your other as you feel me leaning up to taste you. You take your hand off your breast pushing me down.

"Not until I give you permission, Bill!"

With that I watch you slip your finger out as you slowly suck your finger dry. You run that same hand down over your breast and back down to your piercing. Teasing your clit once more as you watch me entranced on how you tease me. You once again start fingering yourself as you slide your finger out tracing my lips with it. Finally you slide your finger in my mouth letting me taste you off your finger.

"Please Brianna, let me taste you."

You reply "All you had to do was ask nicely handsome."

Without hesitation you lower your pussy to my waiting lips. I slopply start lapping at your lips for fear you will again tease me and take them away from me. My hands finally free as they run up your soft leather boots to your silk stockings. I love your taste Brianna. 

Without saying anything you do exactly as I want you to. You start grinding your pussy in my mouth. Riding my face as my hands slip up to your ass lightly running over it. I want to bury my tongue deep inside you.

I feel you pull up from me as you turn around. I feel you slide your lips once again on my cock as you reach back between your thighs teasing your clit right in front of me. Feeling you slide up and down my cock with your lips acting like a vice on my cock. I finger you from behind as you suck my cock. Feeling your pussy throbbing wanting to be filled with my cock you once again slither down me.

To my delight you slide my cock deep inside your pussy. Watching you from behind as my hands run up and down your boots, stockings and garter. Seeing my cock go in and out as I stare at your tight little ass. 

Fuck me Brianna Ride my fucking cock. 

I lean up as you ride my cock and pull your hair from behind. Forcing your head to one side so I can lock my lips with yours as you fuck my cock. Letting my hand slide down over your breast. You feel my hand squeeze and fondle your breast. Fingers running over your nipple. I can feel myself tensing up and know I can no longer hold back. I let my hand run down to your clit. As you ride my cock up and down you feel my hand start smacking on your clit. With each smack tremors run through your whole being at the same time you feel my cock exploding deep inside you. I feel your legs tremble as you are straddles on my cock fucking me as you cum with me.

Presentation



This is pure fiction. No one or no thing in this tale are real, the 'non-' prefix was left out for a reason. 

***** 

I saw the vehicle in the distance, sidelined on the road's shoulder ahead. As I approached, it looked like and I told myself that it was one of the Sprinter utility vans, vehicles I've come to admire if only because a friend of mine has one. Most vehicles, two-wheeled or more, don't normally draw my attention but this model of utility van does due to buddy Tom's modified home-on-wheels. Nothing very fancy or sporty about them though most every time I see one I recall getting a tour of the interior of Tom's very practical use of space. 

He winters in Texas, has a small home in New England and for much of the year, carries his motorcycle inside as he moves from locale to locale. When the bike isn't rolled up the rear ramp and secured behind the rear doors, his fold down bed, kitchen, work desk, etc. make up a very mobile and adaptable living space. Seeing the creative and thorough job he's done making the vehicle comfortable, efficient and adaptable to his special, freedom-loving lifestyle is enough to give a guy ideas, ideas that play in my head most every time that I get focused on one of the tall boxy vans. 

Out for four or five weeks after my official semi-retirement, I was a week into my trip, so very much looking forward to my first opportunity in years to be out and away from home for more than a week or two. Once almost too good at extended road trips, I was certain that with a couple of weeks and a thousand miles or so under my belt, the old skill set would return. 

Nodding to myself as I quickly approached the sidelined van ahead, I appreciated the considerate distance that the driver had pulled over beyond the semi defined edge of the roadway; the tall van's right wheels far enough off the edge to give it a definite tilt. 

Almost past it, I saw them come from around the back corner. Legs, very long legs connected to the ground by tall open sandals, just a quick instant before I managed to focus on her very brief shorts. The fast brain response was a surprise since the expected stereotypical view of a jean'd service technician wasn't what I'd just seen. 

The tall, long haired brunette looked directly at me and her hand came up, starting as a cautious wave but just as I passed evolved into a "stop please" gesture. I may have only been wanting to see something of the sort but her hand gesture combined with a hopeful though questioning smile as I passed was enough to give me pause. 

Pause because of an incident that potentially could have led to something disastrous a long ago while I was on a trip in Texas. There were two young very friendly, flirty women. I had seen them with two big burly guys, the guys staying behind in the motor home as the rest of the tourists and I walked through the lot and into the Houston tourist attraction. I've always believed that it was an avoidance well made. 

I'm going to report here that it was the brunette's look of desperation that I saw as a pleading request rather than the view of her outfit that she presented as I slowed and eased onto the shoulder 100 yards or so beyond the stopped truck. With no reverse and no real decent break in the oncoming traffic, rather than make a U turn and go back, I wondered if the gap between my bike and her truck may just be enough distance and walking time interval for me to rethink my hope of being a good Samaritan, continuing on without a formal stop. I was quite sure I'd seen the outline or shadow of another woman sitting in the truck just as I passed by. Dozens of thoughts in that quick second and then my decision to give in and walk back to the stalled vehicle. 

I always wear a helmet, gloves and a good all-weather jacket, rain or shine. They came off quickly and as I started walking back, a second young woman came from around the back of the truck, this one a blond. She joined the brunette and the two of them were walking toward me; my sense of cautious concern ramped up more than a couple of notches as we together closed the gap. Before we met, I was able to confirm that there was indeed a third silhouette in the front seat and it looked like she may have been holding a phone up to her ear. 

"Hi, thanks for stopping. We could really use some help." 

The brunette spoke, both she and her blond friend greeted me with huge, warm smiles. 

"I'm Sandy, this is Tina and Rosie's inside on the phone trying to locate a tow truck. The front tire went flat pretty fast but I was able to get it slowed down and off the road OK." 

They seemed friendly enough and it looked as though the right front tire was indeed very flat. I wasn't quite ready to give up my name or anything else important yet though. 

"Do you have a spare, do you know if there's air in it?" 

I was a bit nervous, wondering how many more people were part of their party and doing my very best to be as aware of all my surroundings as possible, becoming sorry that I had stopped in the first place. I've only stopped a couple of times in my life to help someone else with tire trouble and both times, access to the rusty and/or soft spare made the job almost impossible and I was dreading what I might find this time. 

"We don't, at least we can't find it if there is one." Both Sandy and Tina smiled broadly, doing their very best to disarm my concerns. When I started moving towards the back door of the Sprinter, Sandy made a move to get in front, not exactly subtly steering me away from the rear of the white vehicle and instead to the passenger side door where Rose was just emerging. 

Tina made the few steps back to me from the open window she'd been listening through as Rose was on the phone. 

"We know the spare is missing. It looks like Rose got through and has a tow truck coming but it sounds like he's over an hour away on another job and might not make it for a couple of hours." 

Standing there, close to the 3 women with me now a bit more relaxed, I took a moment to focus on the women collectively. Sandy, the tallish brunette that initially flagged me over was wearing a white T-shirt that just may have spent too much time in the drier. It had a very small logo that wasn't quite discernible to me, partially due to it attempting to hide on the top slope of her rather large, obviously bra-less breast. 

Staring for the details would have been too easy so I made every attempt not to. The logo just couldn't have been that important; everything that was important was blatantly obvious. 

Tina, the only slightly shorter blond was wearing a very short tan skirt, not as brief as Sandy's shorts but a 6-inch ruler would have more than measured the difference and had a very loose-fitting, light fabric sweatery kind of top. Much of her from the hips up was hidden at least to the casual eye. Prominent nipples hinted at what may have been hidden beneath otherwise. 

Rose walked right up to me and held out her hand which I took and gripped as firmly as she'd gripped mine. 

"I'm Rose, you've met Sandy and Tina and you are?" 

"Rick" 

"Nice to meet you Rick, we really appreciate your stopping; not everybody would have." 

I thought to myself that Sandy could have stopped a battalion's worth of people. 

Rose looked me directly in the eye as she spoke, confident and sounding very strong and self-assured. She was dressed in a very modest sun dress, knee length and what looked like slip-on deck shoes. With less makeup on and a dress that was much less provocative than the attire that her two friends were wearing, a first impression would more than hint at the fact that she was rather plain. 

I felt instantly attracted to her. 

"We could really use a favor and I wonder if you'd be willing to help us?" 

Here it comes I thought... 

"Breakfast was missed this morning, the van is empty and we're starved. Would you be kind enough to go into town and bring something back to us while we wait?" 

Before I could even begin to worry about the money side of things Rose reached forward with a $100 bill. 

"This should do it," as Rose looked quickly away to her friends for their approval, I imagined them making choices from some non-existent menu. 

"I think two large burgers and some variation on a California, isn't that right ladies? Rick, grab something for yourself too please. There's still soda and tea in the cooler, ...will be here when you get back." 

"Sounds good to me." Sandy agreed with Tina, Rose nodded, looked at Sandy and looked back to me. 

"Sandy, you want to ride with Rick and help him carry?" 

My duffel bag was on the seat and in the way but easily removable if necessary. Still, with no helmet and dressed as Sandy was, I wasn't very willing to take her along and very much appreciated how tempting the large bill may be to someone else in my position. 

"I'll make room and can easily bring the food back on my own. I'll be right back and thank you." 

Sandy made some very pouty lips, making very sure to get my notice; I wasn't sure how sincere she really was but the thought of her as a passenger directly behind me was enticing. 

Rose smiled, nodded and turned to walk back to the stranded truck. For the first time since I'd stopped, I saw her from behind and couldn't believe what I was seeing. The back of her very plain sundress wasn't; there was no back, the scoop dropping deeply below her waist, stopping barely above what had to be the top of the cleft of her ass. 

She was absolutely stunning; I couldn't wait to return with $25 worth of food and her change. 

Back to the stopped van with their food and change, Tina climbed into the driver's seat, Rose was in the passenger seat and Sandy was on a low stool between them. I stood outside next to Rose's open window, trying to steal a glance into what might be in the back of the cavernous van. I only could see one stack of very plain brown boxes. 

Of course very curious, I held back the building list of questions that I had for them and instead got caught up answering the many they had for me. They learned about my recent move to a more part time work schedule, my love of motorcycle travel, places I'd been, where home was, who my wife was, why she wasn't with me, on and on. 

They were fun, all had quick wits and when they weren't being simply silly, seemed to be very articulate. 

Rose started it with, "I'll bet you're wondering why we're here and what's in this big truck." 

I looked in, not a foot from her face and smiled, anxious to see the expression on her face, hoping to miss nothing of her answer. 

"I think we'll stay here in town this evening. Please Rick, stick around, let us buy you dinner and we'll tell all." 

Three very lovely, if I had to guess (and I wanted to) sexy, erotic women probably in their mid to late 20's, nodding with a bit more than enough plead in their eyes. More mystery, lovely mystery, the glint in Rose's eye intoxicating. How could I turn her request or them down? 

Sandy turned and looked through the windshield, "Here comes the tow." 

The Sprinter was on 'the hook' quickly. 

"Ladies, even though I'd really enjoy having the 3 of you in the cab with me, there's really only room for 2. Could your friend on the bike give one of you a ride into town? We're only a few miles out." 

It took Sandy all of 2 seconds to come over and hug me, squishing her barely confined breasts into my back with an aggressive bear hug. Both of her hands came up under my arms, quickly seeking and then momentarily tweaking each of my nipples. 

She wasn't letting go. 

"We better get my duffel into the van so you've got a place to sit." 

"It's ok, I don't need much space." 

With the space opened up, I put my helmet and jacket on. I looked down at the seat on my bike, over at Sandy and back at the bike. 

"You first and scoot back but watch your bare legs and don't get up against the hot pipes...don't you have any pants, a jacket, a..." 

"Hop on, I'll be fine," patting the inside of both her very upper thighs. 

I barely had my leg over the seat before Sandy slid tightly up against me, almost forcing me up onto the gas tank. I had to scoot back slightly, forcing her back a much smaller distance than the space available. She reached up under my arms, I guessed to find my chest again. 

"Do you have to wear this big jacket?" 

"You should have a big jacket." 

When she found out that access to the front of my chest was much restricted over the top of my thick jacket, Sandy reached down to the inside of my upper thighs, her finger tips deep enough to all be making contact with the seat's surface. I looked down to see her legs as widely splayed as could be, almost surprised that they could even open that far and I felt her hanging on by wedging my legs open, pulling herself into me by pulling back and to the outside. She was about as deep into my groin as she could be without touching my center...or my center parts. 

"Have you got room back there?" 

I needn't have worried about her sensing the sarcasm. 

"You warned me about not getting burned." 

I could 'feel' her smile without seeing her actually make one and it was very nice when her chin made light contact with my back. These girls were fun. 

The tow truck ahead of us pulled into a motel parking lot at the edge of town and we followed. Both women jumped out and were reaching into the Sprinter, pulling a couple of overnight bags out before we were even pulled up next to them and stopped. I got off barely quick enough before Tina hustled over to grab her bag from the disabled vehicle. 

Rose approached the bike, again looking just as lovely to me from the front as she had from the back, though the view of her long, bare back from before an image that would forever be with me. 

"Get a room next to ours, we'll walk across the street together for dinner and then you'll find out all of our secrets. They'll have the truck ready to go in the morning and then you can be rid of us." 

There was no way I was going to argue with her or that smile of hers and finding out just a few of their secrets would be enough to satisfy; no need to learn about them all; that sort of new knowledge may push me into overload. 

Rose and Sandy headed for the motel office. Tina walked over with her bag, her own a picture of erotic beauty, the short little skirt swaying with the wind as she got close and then of course there was that top she was wearing. As mentioned, I've always been a huge fan of sweaters. 

With an almost naughty smile on her pretty face, "Rosie likes you." 

She gave me a tiny nod along with her best smile and I reciprocated. 

"I better go get my duffel out of the truck before he pulls away." 

"Let me help you." 

I followed only because Tina over to the truck only because she got the head start, so easy and such an enjoyable endeavor. To the truck first, Tina went out of her way to bend over, grabbing my heavy bag. She backed out, staying bent over rather than standing straight. 

"It's heavy." 

I took that as a request for help and stepped in behind her; she wasn't allowing me space to be beside her. 

"Tina, your skirt is kinda' short." 

"Yes, yes it is." 

I waited outside and let the three of them go inside and get registered, taking a bit of extra time to get my breath back, slow the spinning of my head and making the task of grabbing an interior bag from my saddlebag consume some extra time. Stopping in this town, spending the night in a motel and ending my riding day this early most certainly hadn't been part of the plan. 

If there was ever justification for a change of plans, this evening had to be it. 

Still at the bike, I looked up to see the all three women exiting the office. I caught Sandy looking back at me, pointing at their room's door, then wagging her finger at me and pointing to the room adjacent to theirs. 

"Oh my." 

I still hadn't, at least in my own mind, committed to spending the night at the mom/pop motel. Inside the office to register, I found out that my room had already been paid for...and assigned. My contribution was a few lines of information on the registration card and a signature. 

"Room #123." 

She smiled at me with a look that I'd describe as just a touch scolding. 

I showered, though didn't change clothes because I didn't really have anything better than what I'd worn that day to change into. There were chairs out front under the roof overhang in front of every room, I found mine and sat, noticing the supper club just across the highway. Email was checked, a couple of texts that deserved a response and I relaxed watching the traffic go by. We hadn't picked a time for dinner though not really an issue since I was patient and perfectly content to wait for my gracious hosts to decide. 

I'd be lying if I said my thoughts weren't swirling over the evening ahead. 

It wasn't all that long before I heard their door open and all three women walked out. All three were wearing jeans and looking very casually comfortable. Tina's pants were some of those that look like they were sprayed on, Rose and Sandy's were looser. Casual loose fitting button shirts all around, Rose and Sandy in athletic shoes, Tina now the tallest in the group with some attractive heeled tall boots. 

They all looked much like I did and that was good, though I'd not have complained if they hadn't bothered to change. They all still looked remarkable and comfortable at the same time. 

Tina stepped out and grabbed my arm, "Shall we?" 

The waitress seated us in a large U-shaped booth after Rose pointed to one of the larger seating choices available. I was motioned to slide around and back to the center, Tina and Sandy flanking me, Rose on one of the U's edge benches. Menus and drinks were brought out, beers and iced tea our two picks. Food choices were made, the waitress grabbed the plastic covered menus and was off to the kitchen. 

"Lingerie... the truck is packed with lingerie and together we do private showings." 

Tina said it as if keeping the truth inside any longer may start a dangerous, explosive fire. 

"Underwear?" 

"Well..." 

I interrupted before Sandy could finish, interrupted her with my smile and a question. 

"I honestly wondered if you guys even wore underwear based on what I've seen today." 

"Oh yeah, we're huge fans, no doubt about that." 

I found that single "secret" encouraging and exciting but had some questions that I was quite sure they'd be both happy and willing to answer. 

"So there's money in driving around the country with inventory, selling what I can pay $20 for and get a 5 pack for in a discount store most anyplace?" 

I knew that I'd said something wrong and was actually quite proud of myself for making the statement; I did know better but I couldn't help myself. While being stared at and feeling an uncomfortable silence that was lasting too long, Tina, on my left, slid close and opened the next two buttons of her shirt, the top two had already been opened, a detail that had not previously escaped my attention. 

She pulled her opened shirt completely down below her left breast, exposing her bra covered left boob in its entirety, far enough for me to easily see her bare stomach below. 

"Feel this lace." 

I couldn't move and didn't. I looked over at her, then around the corner to Rose, sitting quietly and motionless. I got the feeling that everyone was waiting on me to do something. By then I was fairly certain that I'd not misheard the request...or was it a command? 

Slowly I raised my right hand, starting to send it over in that direction when Tina took full control and really grabbed my hand. Her fingers interlaced with mine so that she had control over each one of my fingers. 

"Here." 




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I tried to stay low. 

"No, not down there, up here, right over my nipple. Feel it, especially over the nipple. 

I was most definitely in the right spot at that point. 

"Do you think that feels like $20 lace?" 

"I'm going to guess that you don't get 5 of them in the package for that price?" 

My heavily blushed silliness made Tina smile and I could hear Sandy giggle on my other side. Looking over to Rose, a grin was just hinted at. 

"Maybe I should check again." 

I was getting brave. 

"That's enough for now buster." 

"Tina's bra retails for $225 dollars and we've got a few in the truck that list higher than that. We sell and demonstrate very high end lingerie. While what we sell normally moves through retail outlets, we provide something extra. The key is that we not only provide it, we market in a more hands-on way and that's important, isn't it girls?" 

Rose gave the explanation but all three of the young women joined in upbeat unison to say, "Presentation, it's all about the presentation." 

Obviously they'd practiced that. 

They took turns explaining more, how they'd met, education in the same marketing program, providing answers when asked and for the most part were very straight forward with info I was curious about and thought appropriate to ask. 

Sandy offered, "Rosie's the brains, she needed more legs and titties so Tina and I joined in." 

Rosie smiled and shook her head. 

"We're actually make a pretty good team." 

"I thought you 3 were a very good team without the lingerie." 

"Hey, I told you we don't always go without wearing any." 

Dinner was over and we'd had the booth long enough. I tipped my head forward, exaggerated how far it actually took me to lean over and pretended that I was checking to make sure that Tina's left breast was still in place which drew a feigned look of her disapproval. 

"Still there and right where it belongs...fancy, delicate lace." 

I winked and nodded in agreement. 

We got up and headed back across the street to the motel. I thanked the girls for dinner, for the motel room and for the truly fun time I'd had with them. I carry 'business' cards, actually more like a friendly I.D. Card and handed one to each of them, encouraging them to send me an email and to keep in touch. I was more than a little disappointed when they didn't offer something of the same in return but quickly realized that possibly in their line of work, a guy with that info might prove to be a problem down the line. 

"We've still got some daylight left and I'm in the mood for a quick ride before it gets dark. Will you need help getting back to your van tomorrow? At the very least I owe you all breakfast, would love your company tomorrow morning?" 

"We'll see you tomorrow, don't leave without saying good-bye, promise?" 

Sandy looked over at the bike. 

"Have a safe ride, see you in the morning Rick." 

I got back maybe a half an hour later than I'd planned but was glad that I'd gone. Dusk turning to night was beautiful, the sunset had been spectacular and a perfect way to finish what had become one of my most amazing days. After a shower, I crawled into bed and stroked myself to the best orgasm I'd had in a very long time over what I'd seen, heard and felt that day. 

The next morning, we walked a couple of blocks to breakfast, they let me pay as I'd requested and once back at the motel, I was ready, rather more accurately, trying to be ready for our goodbyes. I was going to miss these fun and exciting young women. 

It got quiet, the women began to look amongst themselves and finally Rose spoke. 

"Rick, we had a discussion last night and we'd like to propose something to you. Tonight we've got one of our Presentations in Riverdale, it's about 50 miles from here and we'd really like to have you there to help us." 

Wow. Help. What could that possibly mean? 

"Help you... how could I possibly help you sell lingerie? I don't have legs or titties, at least not the kind that would do you beauties any good." 

Tina seemed to be willing to take the bull by the horns as it were, grabbing my hand and prodding me towards their room. 

"Are you curious enough to come inside and hear us out?" 

Tina and I walked hand in hand into their room, Rose and Sandy were right behind us. Once inside Rose pointed at one of the two desk chairs, indicating that it was mine while she picked the other. Sandy sat cross-legged on one bed, Tina stretched out on her side using the other bed. 

Two beds, three women and even I was able to do that math in my head. 

The night before we really only established the very high points of their business model and The Presentation over dinner; in their room we covered many more details. They had a plan and the explanation of their plan got me instantly hard and was making a big mess in my now too tight shorts. 

It didn't help in the least that everyone was dressed differently than they had been the evening before. Gravity wasn't the enemy for Tina that it might have been for some women and I knew enough, with my limited lingerie knowledge, that any bra worth its weight would not allow its contained flesh to do what Tina's boobs were doing. 

I guess, well really there was no question, I know that I was staring while trying to listen. Tina saw where my attention was focused and smiled, pointed at her chest and shook her head "no", pointed over at Sandy's chest and shook "no" again. Pointing at Rose, she shrugged and rolled her hands as if to say, "not sure, maybe you should ask." Confident I'd got it right with the other two but Rose's amount of coverage wasn't all that evident. This exercise took all of 5 short seconds or so but was enough time for Rose to get distracted. She caught on quickly, lifted her top up to her chin and her two were proudly, very openly displayed just long enough for substantiated proof and then they quickly disappeared under cover. So, the score was 3 without, 0 with. 

Beautiful but then somehow I just knew they would be. 

"Let's get on with it, OK? Checkout time is 11:00 and we've got a few things to cover with Rick before we leave. First though, let me see your hands." 

I held out my old, calloused and beat up paws. 

"Nasty!" 

Tina grabbed some tools, Sandy brought some lotion and I got my first manicure, the women doing the best that they could with what they had to work with. I heard the plan begin to unfold while they worked and could barely believe what I was hearing. Lots of thought and planning were going into this and I was so excited I could barely stand it. Simply hearing about it was just about the hottest thing I'd ever imagined. To actually be there and involved later might be more than I could even handle. I found the manicure very agreeable. 

"Here's some lotion, try and put some on whenever you can. We'll want you to have soft hands." 

The repaired truck had been returned so Rose sent Sandy and I out to grab a couple of boxes from inside. Sandy looked over along the rack on the side and pointed at the two lowest ones. 

"This one and that one over there." 

We carried two fairly large plain cardboard boxes back into the motel room. 

"Of course there are matching bra and panty sets, stockings too but we've got a very good selection of other things along. We can't carry everything that we sell in the truck, certainly not all sizes and color combinations; our stock back at the warehouse is quite large. Tina's sister manages the orders and shipping, keeping track of inventory and customer service. Once we start tonight, we'll give the group a catalog of what they'll be seeing, in the order that they'll be seeing it. Next to each item listed is a color photograph, check boxes in two columns prominently on the left... NOW and another SOON and a detailed description after that. Beneath COLOR and SIZE boxes are below each item. Each person keeps the catalog for reference, hopefully for future orders for check marks in the SOON column. We scan their catalogs with their address and payment info, send it back to Leslie and promise their goods will be shipped the next day." 

Rose looked over to make sure that I was focused on her rather than the other women. 

"All of that is what you'd probably expect, so here's where The Presentation part comes in. Depending on the group, where we are, the evening, the mood we're in and so on, we explore various degrees of daring." 

Everyone was looking at me and I would have to imagine that what they saw was intrigue. 

"Tonight we'll be with a small group of business women that are quite independent, very successful in their careers and the most promising part for us, they are quite well off. As you might imagine, the perfect customers and very good market for the service that we provide." 

"Rick, we'd really like you to be part of our program tonight and I can guarantee you that you'll enjoy it. We'll be undressing and dressing right in front of you, counting on you to keep our straps untwisted, our seams straight, help us with our heels, unpack and fold/repack the samples after we come in for the next session, things like that. It's not like it's a rushed process at all, but keeping things moving with the 3 of us will keep you busy and hopefully you can help us keep everything flowing smoothly, always the goal. We'd of course like to peak their interest, hold it and get them to commit before anyone has a chance to reconsider and put off what are fairly substantial purchase prices. What do you think? Seeing us bare with the guaranteed probability of a little touching going to hurt too much?" 

"I think my shorts are soaked and I really don't want to get up right now." 

Sandy immediately looked at Rose and then back at me. 

"Rosie gets really wet too, wait till you see." 

My eyes closed and I had to lean back in my chair, though not until after letting out a small moan. 

It was Tina's turn and with a big smile, "I knew he'd like that and that's not the only thing that he likes... he likes you Rosie." 

I had enough time to blush, Tina didn't wait, jumped right in and kept the conversation going. 

"Sandy and I need to shave; you gonna do it before we leave or wait until later Rosie?" 

I checked and Rose was staring directly at me. 

"No, I'm OK for now. It's almost 10:30, you two hurry up or maybe, just wait, instead let's hit the road. We'll check in early and give Rick some lessons and a chance to practice once we get there, get some dinner and then we arrive at Anna M.'s house at 8PM. I don't want us to be late." 

Lessons? Practice?? These 3 were determined to cause me bodily and emotional pleasure to the extent of serious harm. 

They drove the repaired truck and I followed on the bike; the trip to Riverdale over before I knew it. We found the motel they'd already booked, reservations previously made because the women had planned on shopping at a nearby Outlet Mall rather than being stuck with a broken down truck. 

I was not all that sorry that the discount shopping had been missed. 

I discovered that their room was more of a suite, an extended stay type of place with a couple of bedrooms, small kitchen, etc. I found a normal single room on a different floor that Rose insisted on paying for. 

"Get your stuff put away Rick and hustle your ass down here so that we can go over everything and get you ready for tonight. We've got to bring a few boxes in and your help would be appreciated." 

I did both. Only a few things needed to be brought in from the bike and then together with both Tina and Sandy, we carried in a few boxes, rather large ones but all of them seemed to be quite light in weight. The ones we brought in were all marked "PRES" on the side. 

Rose began explaining the process, even while the girls began opening a few of the smaller, fancier boxes spreading them out around what was for all intents and purposes a living room. I learned that the small boxes of lingerie would be opened and carefully stacked; each woman had their own stack made up in the proper order of display. My job would be to fold the items taken off carefully but quickly and then flip each already displayed outfit with its box upside down back into the larger heavy cardboard boxes in order to keep the "next" items for display on top of each to be displayed stack. 

"We typically set up in a den or bedroom, all very dependent on the individual home, environment and so on. Living rooms are the typical 'stage' and we place a single kitchen or dining room chair out in front, the front being hopefully centered around a circular arrangement of chairs that our customers spread themselves around. The 3 of us use the chair to sit, lean over, kneel on... striking whatever poses we think might be effective with any given crowd. Often there's a hallway that serves as a sort of runway between the display and changing rooms, just not always so sometimes we have to improvise and we never really know ahead of time exactly what we'll find. We have become quite good at adapting to conditions." 

"That single chair should be relatively close to the participants but still far enough away to allow us room to get up close..." 

"...and personal," Sandy seemed quite pleased to offer, her smile alone erotic, certainly taken that way by me. 

They all smiled and when I realized what was being hinted at and I smiled too. 

"Depending on the items worn, we might all go out together, singly or in pairs. If the items are part of a set, come in different colors, complement each other and so on we may come out as a group. We try to mix it up and make the plan ahead of time so that the outfits are all stacked in the proper order. You won't need to worry about who wears what and when, we've gone through this enough times that we know or can quickly figure that out when we see the items on each of the stacks. You two go ahead and shave, Rick and I will go over a couple of details while you finish." 

Tina got off from the bed, stripping down to nothing before she was even close to the bathroom. Sandy followed, stopping to grab some equipment from her bag next to the bed on the way, looking back to me before she entered the bathroom for their shaving session. 

"You'll get all the viewing you can handle later on." 

She waited to get bare until she made it into the bathroom but the door never closed and I was able to see them both around the tub as they began their project. 

Rose got up and walked over to one of the larger, very plain boxes, taking out two thin, smaller boxes that looked more like they'd be for gifting, delicate and silver in color. Before removing the lid from the box on top, she turned back towards me, remembering to remind. 

"One more dose of hand lotion please." 

I grabbed the squeeze tube they'd left for me and applied a liberal amount in my hand, rubbing briskly as I watched Rose open both boxes once she'd walked back to her chair. In one box was a pair of very sheer stockings which she lifted out carefully and then placed on the chair. In the other slightly thicker box was what looked like a very small and very sheer bra. Holding that up with one hand, she used her other hand to remove a panty of the same material and color. I was guessing as to which was which but was quite sure that one was a panty and the other a bra though there wasn't really much of a difference in the size of the two, at least not from where I was sitting. 

Stepping close, she handed the barely there items to me. 

Standing not three feet in front of me, Rose lifted her loose fitting T-shirt up and over her head, tossing the shirt onto the nearby bed. Bare from the waist up, she locked eyes with mine, reached inside the waist band of the sweatpants that she had on with both hands and somewhat slowly slid them down as far as her knees. Once they were that low, they easily fell the rest of the way to the floor on their own. She reached down to the floor, eyes still on mine, picked up the pants, tossing them onto the bed as well. 

"Dress me." 

It didn't really sound like a question. 

She looked at the bra in my hand and then back to me. 

"You've removed a whole bunch of them; have you ever put one on?" 

"I've hoped that I'd never need one but..." 

"Well this one's mine and you need to put it on me." 

Here we go is all that I remember thinking to myself. I stepped around Rose, she held out one of her arms. The bra was so light and delicate that it wasn't exactly clear to me which was front, back, in or out. Rolling the delicate material around in my hands I was mostly sure that I had it in the right orientation. Hooking her left hand through one loop seemed like I must be on track. Reaching initially over her right shoulder and bumping her chin, I had to withdraw my right arm, slipping instead under her right arm and across her breast. It took more of both hands to get and maintain the left cup in addition to put the right cup in place than I'd thought necessary. 

Rose put her right arm through the loop and I, wisely it seemed to me, reached under her arms and tried to get the main part of the bra under her breasts where it belonged. Everything seemed pretty tight and as I fiddled with twisted parts mostly all the way around her, I managed to gather things together well enough to hook the back. 

"Sort of but not really very good." 

She guided me around in front of her, looking down and said, "You know how it, or rather they, should look, right?" 

The bra's material was in no way opaque, rather transparent and initially I wasn't quite sure if Rose's nipple belonged inside or out of the very low cut garment. Using my fingers to lift the band while easing her nipples inside seemed correct and when I looked up, Rose's nod indicated that I was at least close. 

"Not really much here is there?" 

"I'd say that here looks just about perfect to me right now." 

"Everything look even, both in front and in back?" 

I circled around her, tracing my fingers lightly over the fabric, from just outside her right nipple, continuing back over the side of her breast to the center of her back where I ran into the hook, withdrawing my hand, realizing that I probably shouldn't have taken the liberty of my almost half circle of touch. 

"I see no problems." 

"Okay, grab the panty next please." 

Once in hand my reaction was that a facial tissue would weigh more and most certainly would cover more. I began to reach toward her, hoping that she'd take it from me but she pulled back her hand. 

"You better kneel down." 

I bent down, attempting to increase the distance between us though that was not to be because by the time I had both knees on the floor, Rose had stepped immediately in front of me, close enough that I had to turn slightly to find enough space to again determine front/back, inside/outside, working the garment through my fingers. There were the 3 holes I had expected but all 3 looked remarkably the same; the same except for 3 little beads that were connected in a short line. Once that line was established, the puzzle seemed to be solved and I knew what went where. 

Steadying herself by placing her hand along the side of my face, Rose leaned into me and lifted a foot so that I could slide her panty over and up to her ankle. Shifting, we did the same with her other foot. Looking down was the only way that I could keep my face any meaningful distance from the top of her thighs. Once I had the panty up over her knees, I could lean back and began to work the pant up her legs, inching here and there until I was as high as I dared. Obviously the back needed some adjusting, so the fingers from each hand met at the base of her crack below the cheeks, attempting to work the thin band of material up and into the crevice. 




Presentation



"Almost, but I think it needs to go a little deeper and then a little higher... here, I'll turn so that you can take a look." 

She did. Using the waistband as a guide, I did indeed work the pant "deeper and a little higher" until it seemed that things were as proper as they were going to get. In this case, unseen meant positional success. 

"That feels pretty good but the front still needs work." 

"You realize don't you that I'm finding this almost too pleasurable?" 

She smiled and turned toward me again. 

Rose would have taken 5 seconds to do what we seemed to be taking 5 long minutes to accomplish. My face was only a bit higher than the main portion of the panty now mostly in place. I picked the easy part first, getting the twist out of the top band and then very gingerly used a finger on each side of what was down below, inside of both seams to even out the very best that I could the small patch barely covering her small patch. 

Rose wasn't as absolutely bare as the other girls were though almost with only a slight wedge of hair which up close seemed to me to be an arrow, pointing down, defining and directing towards that which was important. 

"You know where the beads go, I can tell without even looking down that they need to be adjusted." 

Using a small push/pull from the fabric on each side, I slid the material a very small amount until the beads were centered over her very small void. 

"Push on them lightly please just to confirm they're in place?" 

I rolled over them very gently ...up ...and then down. Not sure, I took the chance and did it again. 

"I think they're good to go." 

"That's...nice..." 

Sandy and Tina were dressed, with real, actual clothing and were busy getting things gathered up. Rose stripped down quickly and placed her recently worn lingerie back in the boxes, then finished getting dressed into her business attire. I helped get the last things, bags and boxes out to the truck. After a very rushed fast food dinner, we were on our way the short distance to Mrs. M's home. Pulling up in front, I noticed half a dozen very nice cars parked both in the wide driveway as well as out in the street in front. It seemed that space had been left for us right up in front. 

Rose went to the door and after only a moment, disappeared inside. Tina grabbed a box, Sandy took two smaller ones and I picked up the largest one, again, all of them faintly parked "Pres" on the side. As we reached the front door, Rose was there to help us inside. 

The foyer was quite large and through an archway, opened up into a large room, the living room if I had to guess. A sort of circle had been created of large soft chairs, smaller office-type chairs and two large sofas. Five very well though power-casual dressed women were in the chairs and where I'd have to imagine a large, now moved circular table had been sat a simple dining room type chair. After carrying the boxes into the den and setting them on the floor, Rose asked Tina, Sandy and me back out to the living room. 

"Ladies, I'd like you to meet Sandy, Tina, our assistant Richard and I'm Rose. We've got some wonderful lingerie to display this evening and we sincerely hope that you enjoy our presenting it to you. It sounds as though Anna has already described our catalog to you, what's available, how to order, the delivery process and so on ... if you have any questions at any time, please just ask." 

"We encourage you to examine the items carefully, touch them if you wish to get a true sense of the quality used in the fabrics. The three of us will be wearing only a sample of the many items that we carry and since this is our last stop before returning to our main office, supplies on hand, sizes and colors are limited. Hopefully Anna has told you of our easy and quick shipping policy so if there's something you see and desire quickly, anything and everything that we carry will only be a day or two away. With that, if there are no questions, let us get started." 

The 4 of us turned and walked the short distance into the other room, a room that did indeed have a door but we left it open, making no effort to close it. In only a few seconds, all 3 women were nude and putting on items of like fabrics though of different colors. Sandy was snuggling into a bra and panty plus heels, Tina had what my very limited experience told me was a baby doll and Rose was sliding a garter slip on. There must have been something I should have been helping with but honestly, my feet felt anchored to the floor and all that I could do was watch, feeling somewhat frozen in place. 

Watching from the den I listened and found the girls' receptions in the room quite fascinating. That very first entrance was met with only what could be called cool reserve; the looks on the potential customers faces I thought were rather stoic and stern. Having been told that this was the normal early reaction it wasn't all that surprising. I found myself smiling at the thought of these women's husbands sitting in their places instead. 

Rose described some of the fabrics, the quality of the sewing, hardware and so on. Tina and Sandy walked near but not all that close to the women's chairs that were scooted up nearest the presentation, spinning, moving and in general doing their best to present the lingerie items from every possible angle. 

Rose was the one that returned to the den first, the other two models lingered in the other room. 

"We'll do the lacy ones in box #2 next, please do your best to keep things separated and organized as we take them off, it's just so much easier if done as we go." 

The cover of box #2 was off and Rose, already absolutely bare, began to adorn the very delicate black lace body suit. 

"I was really hoping that you'd have worn some stockings with those nice garters that seem to have gone unused." 

Rose winked at me, "one of THOSE guys huh?" Holding onto my shoulder to steady herself as she struggled a bit with the tall black heels, she followed with, "just be patient big boy." 

Repositioning each of her breasts meant more exposure for each of them, the low cut front of the suit hiding each of her nipples though just barely. As Rose left our changing room, my eyes caught two of the women in the audience paying what seemed like very close attention to what Rose and I had been doing, closer attention than to Tina and Sandy that were in her more immediate presence. Tina and Sandy met Rose on her way out, smoothly gliding past one another, swapping rooms. 

I struggled to hear what was being said out there. Mostly it was Rose speaking but the group was asking a question or two. Mentioning it to the two women, I was attempting to get a read on this group compared to others. 

"It's always like this... slow start but we can warm them up and you'll only make that easier." 

Sandy's darn smile was as cute as it was enticing. 

Both she and Tina left everything...which wasn't much, the little that they actually were wearing in two small piles on the floor. Mindful of my still somewhat coarse hands, I gently though quickly folded things into their respective boxes and covered them, flipped the boxes to begin the stack of "Done's". 

Sandy soon had very sheer pantyhose that needed better 'seating' in her cleft, Tina seemed to have consistent difficulty getting her cups adjusted, my help needed in at least one way or another with almost every rotation change. Smiling easily to myself, I had to wonder how both of them had gotten this far in life challenged with the task of dressing themselves. I soldiered on, not a single request ignored or denied. 

Rose's rotations were a bit less hectic, with the other two women 'on stage' there was more time for her to get everything right; be a touch more deliberate in both getting undressed and dressed. None of it was hurried however, Rose had already reminded me that it wasn't a race and that we were on no schedule. 

When she'd last gone out, I had been so busy with the other two coming in that I really only had the opportunity to see Rose from the back. Her outfit was a light peach or beige color, at least to my eye and from behind, she/it was exquisite. There was the lightest of something serving as a covering her but it was really nothing. Now reentering the room, she was breathtaking. 

"Rose... oh my!" 

"Like it? It's one of my favorites too and it could be yours for $750." 

"Not really... seven hundred and fifty ... dollars?" 

"Yes" 

"So if I like it that much...if WE like it that much, what is it and why so expensive?" 

"Made in Europe, gold lace over silk, it's a chemise ... come on, help me out of it and I'll show you the next one." 

I stepped over to her side, not sure what to touch or where. Turning to face me, inches away, our foreheads bumping as we looked down she said, "Use your softest fingers against my skin here on my thighs, then just lift it over my head and let it fall around the back of your hands as you go up... they weren't as rough as your fingers were, right?" 

So I did. My fingertips against her skin, over the curve of her thighs, in for her waist, up beside her chest and around her raised arms. Everything felt really, really good. 

"Just sort of spill it into the box and then grab the next one please, it should be another chemise, only black." 

I opened the top box on the "Rose" pile, removed the cover, pulled back the tissue paper and carried the box back over to where Rose was standing, beginning to feel a bit nervous that we were taking too much time with my lingerie education so I asked. 

Rose answered, "I'm not in a hurry nor are we." 

Lowering her voice, she whispered "Do you see them trying to watch the two of us while Tina and Sandy are out there? That's a good thing." 

It was true. Normally a fact that would have made me nervous, I was too enveloped in Rose's company to pay attention to everything else around me. There were in fact craned necks out there, curious about what was going on in the adjacent room. 

"Okay, this chemise is the most expensive one that we normally carry. What's your first impression, just looking in the box without actually touching it?" 

"Filmy and very soft ... I bet it will look fantastic on you..." 

Rose smiled. "Twelve hundred dollars filmy and soft?" 

"Way more than that...by a lot." It was my turn to smile. 

"Okay, it was just put into the box much the same way that you lowered the last one down in. Gently pick it up from the bottom and without snagging any of the silk, see if you can't get it started over my hands and then over the top of my head." 

Rose helped me start the fine fabric over her hands and then I gently worked the garment over her arms, softly lowering it over her head, around her neck and shoulders, everything easier the lower it fell. The front wasn't exactly lined up but that was straightened out, the very slight straps evenly spaced across her shoulders. Since the ultra-transparent, fine lace essentially just hung from her breasts and flowed over the rest of her body, there wasn't really any additional 'adjustment' needed. 

Taking a step back, I really liked what I saw. Almost completely transparent top to bottom, lace trim around the top of Rose's breasts, the sides of her hips and when she slowly turned away from me, a lace rose over one of the cheeks of her ass. 

"So, is it twelve-fifty worth?" 

"I'd add at least one zero, possibly more. That rose over your cheek is special." 

"...thought you'd like that ..." and out she went. 

Rose, now out in the other room left me alone for a few moments, all three of the women on display at the same time. Tina returned to the changing space after a bit, Sandy came only a few minutes later, giving me time to calm down a bit and get my stacks a bit more organized. 

"Rick, we're going to need more help with this next round. More pieces to wear that all fit, ah, better." 

Sandy smiled as she said it, then Tina offered more information. 

"Bustiers, corsets, panties, stockings ... you're in for the whole 9 yards now Rick. We'll both need lots of help; won't we Sand?" 

"Big time, you know how much I struggle with those things! You go ahead Tina, I think your favorite red one is next, right?" 

"Yes! The nude one and I think it looks spectacular on me if I say so myself." 

Tina stripped off her nude body stocking, peeling it slowly onto the floor. I knelt down in front of her, picked up the warm garment, returned it to its box and placed the cover on. Once on the upside down pile, I grabbed the box next in Tina's shrinking stack of unopened boxes. Removing the lid, I was pleased to see the red, wispy material inside. Everything was there, the garters the most material in any one small space. There were stockings, a panty and the long red, transparent body section. It felt nice on my fingers and when I looked up, Tina answered. 

"Basque, panty and stockings." 

She sat down, again totally bare, on the edge of a chair. 

"Panty first, then the basque, then we'll put the stockings on." 

It all sounded very nice to me. 

I sorted through the pieces in the box, trying to isolate the smallest piece and I finally found it. There was a front to the garment though very small and red flowers that were only slightly less transparent than the silk sections. Kneeling in front of Tina, she almost reluctantly put her legs together and lifted her feet just enough for me to stretch the panty over feet and ankles. I prompted her to stand and while still on my knees, I worked the bands and what little else there was up over her calves, around her knees and then had to slightly spread her hips to go the rest of the way up. It took both of my hands to guide the panty up in place, circling back and in front again, working the panty up over the hump of her cheeks, finally making her waist in back. There was a bit of pulling while lifting to seat the rear but to get the tiny front "V" in place took extra deliberate effort. 

"You'll probably have to push it up, just use your hand right up between my legs, it's OK, really. If you don't, I'll have to and since you're so close, you may as well do it." 

That's what it took too. A certain amount of lifting and pushing, steering that very small band of material up to the point that it would not go any higher. Once there, the "V" in front was mostly in place. She sat back down and if it hadn't been for the small under cups, I would have seriously been confused as to know which end of the garment was up and which was down. The bright red solid silk cups were a handy guide for determining up/down, front/back. 

These women always smelled good but I was beginning to pick up a new, earthier scent and I found myself taking longer, slower breaths. This was a new kind of good. 

Again, feet together, legs up to get the basque started, Tina seated and when I was eventually able to work the red lingerie just above her ankles, she stood. Still on my knees, she helped me work the suit up over her hips and past her tummy. 

Standing to get better and closer access I had to ask, "Are we sure this one fits you... seems a bit tight?" 

"This one fits me perfectly ... I don't think you have everything where it belongs yet that's why. My boobs are the problem." 

Tina's smile told me that she knew full well that her comment would get a like smile from me in return. 

"... Yes, they are a real problem." 

There was lifting to be done and there was tucking to be done. I was reasonably sure that the solid portion of the cups were to be below and support all that was above though it seemed like an almost unreasonable expectation. Tina was right though and eventually her fingers and mine finally had all of both of them perfectly placed. The fit and end result were quite spectacular. 

We still had the stocking installation to complete. 

One more time, Tina sat, scooting to the very front of her chair. I knelt down in front of her, my knees just in front of the legs of her chair. Mindful of the damage I may cause with my less than perfectly smooth skin, I went slowly handling the hose with great care. Though I'd never really done it before and only vaguely familiar with the concept, I did the best I could to bunch the majority of the garment in my fingers and work my way down towards the toe. In preparation, Tina placed her bare foot flat against my thigh, very much to the inside of my thigh. Rocking her toes up using her heel, I started the very sheer nylon down her foot. Her toes down, I slid over her heel and up her calf, rolling and sliding over her knee, continuing up her thigh, the stocking finally to length though still short of the bright red garters. Repeated almost exactly on her other leg, we were ready for the next phase. 

Tina stood, seemingly with purpose straddling my knees which positioned everything between her legs immediately in front of my face. 

"Up a bit more, these won't reach." 

Her fingers grazed my face as she reached past me and gripped the garter on her left leg. With effort we had the upper band high enough, evenly round and fastened. On to the other leg, my right predominant hand slipped slightly, my knuckle grazing her lips. 

"Hey, did you touch me?" 

I didn't look up, the teasing humor in her voice made eye contact unnecessary; the moistness on the back of my hand made it even easier for me to avoid looing up. 

"Wasn't me." 

"I'll be back in just a few and now that you know what you're doing, I'll be expecting you to get me naked and dressed again without help. Sound good?" 

I nodded, "Indeed . . . and Tina, you smell really good." 

"Yeah, right now I do." 

It took a lot less time to get Tina dressed than it did to describe the process. It was, as they say, quality time. 

Tina was quickly away, Sandy already in the room, bent over, bare breasted and facing my direction. She was sliding a pair of very sheer pantyhose on and when she noticed me watching, pointed directly at her pussy. 

"It feels twisted, am I centered?" 

She motioned me over with a bit of frantic underhanded index finger curling. 

"I'll hold the waistband out, you watch, reach inside and put the seam in the middle?" 

Sandy's short sentence started as an instruction but ended in a most erotic, breathless way. Both of her hands gave me almost, just not quite enough room to reach down inside as she only barely held the very fine material out and away from her front. It was an awkward position in more than one way. Due to the only natural angles that were physically possible for me, I stood beside and slightly behind her, my right hand went exactly down her center in front. My middle finger stayed on her centerline, the adjacent fingers worked the high-waisted seam of the hose this way and that, positioning the dark line centered directly over her labia. Pinching the seam with my left hand was required in a couple of the locations to make larger more serious corrections. 

This was full contact dressing. 

"How's the back, look and see please?" 

With that she bent forward, incredibly limber as she was forming an almost upside down "V", the palms of her hands actually touching the floor. 

"Sandy, it's too tight. How am I supposed to reach in there?" 

"Just go as far as you can inside, do the rest from the outside..." 

It was actually a lot closer to being proper before I began to make corrections but with a careful bit of prodding and pinching, I was satisfied. 

"Seems OK now," I gallantly stated. 

"Hey Richard, a pun ... nice one!" 

Our customers, the women in the other room were waiting for her to exit our changing room and enter their makeshift stage. Rose was back and motioned for me to grab her next box, she at that point already bare. Handing her the box after removing the cover she stepped closer to me and quietly whispered some instructions. She was closer to my ear than really necessary but I wasn't about to complain, her chest brushing against my bare arm. 




Presentation Assistance



She had a huge presentation to work on. Her staff had pulled in long hours, but tonight it was just going to be her and the new Quality Manager going over each slide. Although she managed most of the people at this site, he reported up a different line of management and was brought in against her recommendation. And he knew it, too. She hadn't met him yet and tonight was a big night – she wanted this presentation to be perfect. She also wanted control and so she arranged the meeting on her turf! 

He was due to arrive at around 5:00 pm. She was going over her notes at the table in her office. She felt him there before she saw him. She looked up to see him and realized that her turf or not – there was going to be a problem with control. He oozed confidence, which she always found extremely attractive. His eyes reflected intelligence and curiosity. She was instantly attracted to this man. All right, she thought to herself, she can compose herself. She's the consummate professional – this presentation is extremely important. 

"Leeza?" He walked in, put his hand out to shake mine. 

"Yes." He had a warm firm handshake. "And you must be Glenn?" He smiled and it lit up his face. Concentrate, Leeza, concentrate. 

"Let's go to the conference room next door. That way we can use the computer set up if we need to," Leeza said.

They walked in to the conference room. It was very comfortably furnished with settees, easy chairs, and coffee tables as well as the more conventional conference table and chairs. She watched him take in the room – owning it as he walked in. He waited for her to sit before he did and she admired the manners. 

She sat and gave him his copy of the presentation to go through. His voice was deep, feral and, although soft, almost hypnotizing. He was articulate. They went through the presentation page by page and his input was surprisingly accurate and valuable. She found that his ideas were creative and that he did, in fact, know his business. She felt his proximity, smelled his very masculine scent, and absorbed his presence. His hands, oh God, his hands were wonderful. He was pointing something out during the presentation and he was using his hands. She forgot her spot – she forgot everything just from imagining his hands on her. She MUST put herself together. Her arousal was overwhelming her. She had to get through this. She couldn't tell if he noticed. 

She got up to finally practice the presentation at the front of the room using him as her audience. His eye contact was piercing. After a few minutes, he got up and slowly walked towards her almost trapping her against the wall. He did not touch her but he was less than an inch away from her at any given point. He looked at her in her eyes, deep inside her. "What is that you want, Leeza?"

She should have been afraid of him invading her space or something. Instead, her arousal was palpable. Her nipples were poking through her bra and she almost ached for that one-inch between them would lessen. Her mouth was dry and she found herself licking her lips. He looked at her doing that, it was the only time his gaze left hers. "Tell me, Leeza. What do you want?" 

She was trying to find her words. Words were always her friend – she was never at a loss for them. Even all her essays in school were marked 'wordy'. But now – feeling this man's power so close to her – now she couldn't find any. She stared at his lips wanting to taste him. She looked in his eyes again hoping he would read in to it her want. He still stared, unmoving. He wasn't going to make this easy for her. 

"Leeza...." He said. 

All thoughts of professionalism left her body. All she wanted was him. To be taken by him.

"Take me," she said. "Right here, right now. That's what I want." She didn't even know what she was asking.

His eyes smiled before it reached his lips. Before she knew it though his mouth was on hers – taking. She responded to him with everything she had. Up until that point, his mouth was the only part of him that was touching her. She didn't even know what to do with her hands. As if reading her mind, he lifted them over her head, pushed his knee between her legs and pushed upwards right to that spot that has been throbbing since she saw him, and held her hands tightly over her head. 

She never felt like this. Why was it that a simple act of having your hands trapped over her head made it feel like she was surrendering herself to him? His kiss became more powerful and possessive. He released her mouth and whispered, "Is THIS what you want, Leeza?"

"Mmmmmmmmmmm," she moaned. "Yesssss. More please." 

"Yes, always more," he said with a hint of arrogance in his voice. 

She didn't care. She just wanted it not to end. How long has it been? A while since she's been with a man – never with someone like him though. His thigh moved firmly in to her most sensitive area. 

"Keep your hands up here. Do you understand?" He asked looking in to her eyes. She nodded – again without words. He bent his mouth and through her blouse ever so softly took her nipple in his mouth. Hearing her gasp in pleasure, he took the other one. She was writhing on his knee, pushing down in to it. The light touch to her nipples made her ache for more – more – more of his mouth, his touch, his everything. 

"Harderrrrr, please," she begged. "Suck them harder!" 

He rewarded her and sucked the left nipple deep in his mouth –through her blouse. She struggled to keep her arms over her head. She struggled to stand, yet his thigh kept moving around sending her closer and closer to ecstasy, keeping her upright and climbing. She wanted the build to wash over her body – waited for it, knowing it was soon. As if he knew her body better than she did, he wasn't allowing it; he kept her right at that edge. She was a big bundle of edgy nerves only thinking of that one climax that was just out of reach. 

He unbuttoned one pearl button at a time kissing down her chest as he did so keeping that thigh doing magical things never letting her slip from that edge. He took her hands down long enough to remove the blouse and he unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor. She was too wrapped up in her pleasure to care that she was in the conference room in just her lingerie. 

She went to unbutton his shirt and he took her hands and said, "Keep them behind your back." But he did remove it himself, revealing a broad chest with just the right amount of hair. Then he removed his knee from her and she felt immediately empty. He undid his pants revealing a very aroused cock under burgundy silk boxer shorts. She couldn't help but stare and want. God did she want. No – she needed... she craved...she HAD to have him. 

He took one of her hands from behind her back up to his face. And while staring in to her eyes, sucked one finger at a time while she was feeling that climb again. His tongue went to her palm and he licked it sending her higher still. Who would have known that such a spot have a direct wire directly to her pussy? He continued for a moment staring in her eyes noticing the sheer surprise at the discovery of new spots. He took her hand and put it down first to feel the bulge in his shorts and she grabbed on to it. His hand over hers stroking up and down – still staring in to each other's eyes. 

She wanted him inside, she felt empty waiting for what he could give her. He then took her hand to her own sheer panties and moved them to the side. He took her finger and moved it from the top of her pussy down over her clit and farther. "Ohhhhhhhh GODD!" she gasped.

"You like touching yourself for me, don't you, Leeza? I like it – you're so wet for me, aren't you? You're hungry for me, aren't you?" His questions were sending her higher and his fingers holding hers were unreal. 

"Yes..hungry...wet, need you... please...." She couldn't even form a sentence. 

"Show me how hungry then, Leeza. Suck it!" 

He took her head and pushed her down. She kneeled willingly and removed his boxers. His fingers in her hair, he urged her forward as she first licked his balls then up his shaft. He was so hard, thick. She licked around the rim, then took him deep in her mouth. Hearing his low gasp made her want even more. She took him deep loving how he filled her mouth. His hands kept moving her head down, down, deeper. 

"Deeper, Leeza, take me deeper." And she did, she was gagging and still couldn't get enough. Still he didn't stop. "Swirl your tongue, Leeza." Hearing his instructions were sending her even further in to that place of ecstasy. She never before came from sucking a man and she felt that close. Sucking and taking him farther and deeper, gagging, swirling her tongue, she heard him moan. She was also almost there. 

Moaning in to his cock, letting him feel those vibrations. He pulled her up, not letting her finish what she started, and again stopping the elusive orgasm that he's controlled the whole time. He removed her sheer panties in one swift movement and unhooked her bra letting it fall as well. He pushed her back against the wall and pushed his very hard throbbing cock against her. "Is this what you want, Leeza?"

"Yesssss, hurry, put it inside me!" she cried.

He bent down and sucked her right nipple hard – taking it in – sending the wire of pleasure to her pussy. Never had she been on the edge for this long. Then at the same time her nipple was knowing the best pleasure of its life, he moved her back on the conference room table and thrust deep inside her. She was so wet and couldn't stop the climax even if she wanted to. She started to come immediately and it seemed to come from her toes on up and the roots of her hair on down. Her contractions sucked him in deeper and when he began to thrust in and out she thought she would die from pleasure. Each orgasm fed the next, never letting her body stop shuddering. She squeezed him and when he stared deep in to her eyes and saw him finally releasing control, she came again. Hearing his deep growl was the nicest sound she's ever heard. 

After a while he got off her and came out leaving her empty. And standing there, totally glorious in his nudity, dressed her slowly saying nothing. He then dressed himself and put together her papers, telling her she was going to do very well in her presentation and walked out. She couldn't even find words to say goodbye, but she knew that he would be back.



Presentations



Entering the executive suite arm-in-arm, my wife and I are greeted by the CEO of the largest company in our community. A community that is a bit different than most pretend to be. But are they really?

"Good Morning. I see you've brought me your lovely wife again. I hope we'll enjoy each other as much as we did last time."

"I'm sure you will. She's been waiting to come back, right honey?"

"Oh yeah. I've asked about you several times."

"Ha, well you don't have to wonder. You're always welcome here. Just give me a minute to finish something. Bring her over here and show me her tits while I wrap this up."

Taking her by the waist, I escort her to his side and open her blouse.

"Damn, I forgot how nice they were. I can't wait to lick and nibble on them. She wearing panties?"

"No. Never does any more. "

"Show me."

Gently, I raise her fitted skirt above her waist to reveal her crotch.

"What a great looking pussy. And very tight as I remember."

"Very." she replies coyly. "I work on it regularly with some exercises to keep it as tight as I can to please whoever takes me."

"Who's idea was it to shave the hair like that?"

"Mutual. Something we saw in a magazine. Thought it would add some flair, sort of pointing the way as it were."

"As if anybody would have any trouble finding her cunt as hot as it is."

"OK Devon, on your knees. Let's start there. Pull my cock out and suck it."

My wife eagerly reaches into his pants, pulls it out, licks the head for a moment and then swallows it almost whole.

"Forgot how good your wife's mouth felt on me. What a great cocksucker. Come over here behind her and hold her head still while I fuck her face. I'm not going to come in your mouth this time. I'm saving it for your cunt, OK?"

"MMMmmHHmmmm"

"OK, wonderful. Let's move over to the desk. Lean back and spread your legs."

She leans back on his large mahogany desk and opens her legs, the short skirt raising almost automatically. He moves between her open thighs.

"Put your high heels up on my shoulders while I fuck you. That's a good whore."

Whore is just one of the names she's become used to and doesn't find it demeaning at all, in fact, a bit erotic.

"OK, turn over and look at your husband while I fuck you from behind. I have a question for both of you and I want you to look at each other while you answer."

"OK, go ahead."

"I understand your daughter just came of age and is taking dates. Is that right?"

I reply to a question that would offend most "Yes. She's only had a few so far since her coming out party."

"Too bad I missed that, but duty called. So when can I have her? Do you think she'll enjoy me?", a question that most fathers would kill over. But this was a different sort of place. Or was it?

Still impaled by him, my wife answers "I guarantee she'll love your cock if you fuck her like you're fucking me right now. I think she's free tonight if you have time."

"If she's half as good as you are, I'll make time."

"Well, my wife taught her everything she knows. She can't quite swallow a very big cock yet, but she's working on it and she makes up for it in other ways."

"Hold on a second while I dump my load inside your wife." They both tense as he cums inside her then pulls out and sits down. She kneels in front of his oversized chair and cleans him with her mouth, leaking his cum from her cunt onto the floor. "Don't worry about the floor, the maid will get it later".

"How long have you been saving that? I'm full and it's running out of me. I can't hold it all."

"Not long at all. That's just how much you get to me."

"My daughter's going to have a blast with you, I can tell. Can I get cleaned up and dressed now?"

"Sure, go ahead after I get one more feel of those wonderful tits. Are your daughter's like that?"

"Better. Much better."

"Bring her to my place about 8 and I'll find out myself, OK?"

"No problem."

"I want both of you to present her to me. Dress her for the part and make a show of it. Understand?"

"Yes. No problem. She has a few outfits we've bought special for these things."

"I'll have somebody for you too. A client who saw you here one day and has been dying to fuck you, so you need to dress for action also."

"She always does. I make sure of it.", I replied

"I may have a surprise for you too. Not sure yet."

"OK, sounds promising."

Back home, we begin the discussion with our 18 year old daughter, explaining the evening's agenda.

"Audrey, you have a date with my boss tonight. Your mother will fill you in and help you dress. It'll be a full presentation, so I'll be undressing you for him."

"Sounds great Dad. I take it he's had Mom?"

"Several times. We just came from there. She's still a little sore too."

"Is he any good? How big is his cock?"

"Big enough to fill me up and he knows how to use it. He has this oral thing though where he likes your Dad to hold my head and fuck my face. A power thing I guess, but it's fun."

"If he asks, will you hold my head for him to fuck my face Dad?"

"Of course I will. I also like to see your Mom's wedding rings wrapped around his cock and she sucks him or guides it inside her. What about your class ring? Will you wear that tonight?"

"Oh yeah. That'll add a nice touch. So how are you going to dress me? Classy? Slutty?"

"We'll work something out, but we need to get started, so go get your bath and shave your legs. Trim your pussy hairs, but leave some there. Don't shave it all off. He says he has somebody for me too, so I'll try to find similar outfits for us. Stockings and garters are a must."

Two hours later with my wife and daughter in matching cocktail dresses, hair, make up and little else we made our way to the location where we'd be until morning. At least.

"Hi, you must be Audrey. You do look wonderful as I expected."

"Thanks. Are you the man who'll be fucking me tonight?"

"Call me Grant and yes, I am indeed, but we'll play a bit first."

"Great. Can't wait. My Mom tells me I'll enjoy you."

"She does, does she? Well, we'll see in a little while. In the meantime, we'll have a few drinks, some food and some other fun. Devon, Al, I'd like to introduce you to Kevin, the client I mentioned this morning."

"Hi Kevin, nice to meet you. Grant here says you'd like to fuck my wife, is that right?"

"It is indeed. I've had wet dreams about her for weeks now."

"Oh that's no good. No need to waste all that cum when she's so good at swallowing it."

"Guess I'm about to find out in a while, right?"

"You sure are. My mouth is already watering waiting to taste you."

This is gonna be a hell of a night I can tell, I thought to myself.

"Buddy, you don't know the half of what you're in for. My wife can suck the brass off a fire pole. And her cunt may be the tightest you've ever felt wrapped around you."

"OK, let's get started, Al, why don't you start by removing your wife's dress for us?"

Unzipping the tight bodice, I reveal her tits first, then let her dress drop to the floor as she steps out of it, leaving her in nothing but expensive silk stockings, a garter belt and very high heels.

"Fantastic. Is you daughter dressed the same?"

"Yes. She is. I dressed her myself for you."

"Outstanding. Uncross your legs and spread your knees Audrey."

"Do as the man says sweetheart and let him look up your dress."

"Like this? Can you see my pussy? Maybe better now ... " she asks as she lifts her skirt even more.

"Perfect. I can tell I'm going to love fucking you."

"I'm sure we'll both enjoy it if my Mom is right."

"I am Audrey, I assure you I am. You'll love his cock inside you."

"Devon, would you mind getting us some drinks while we admire your body?" 

"Not at all. I'm here to serve."

Grant turns to Kevin "Notice how her tits barely bounce when she walks. I paid for those. She has a great natural pair, but we all thought they could use just a little help. And her ass, see how taut and rounded it is? No help there. That's all natural from the heels and the workout she gets as a company slut."

"Mom, you didn't tell me the company paid for your tits!"

"Audrey honey, with all she's taught you about dressing and pleasing men, there's quite a bit your Mom hasn't told you yet. Her tit job is only one small thing. Not that they're small or anything."

"Wow, I can't wait to hear more then."

"You will. Soon enough."

"Devon, now that we all have drinks, I think it's time we all saw your gorgeous daughter's body. Audrey, come to the center of the room please so you mother and father can undress you for us."

"Here?"

"That's fine. Devon, raise her hem please so we can see her cunt. "

My wife lifts our daughter's dress above her waist

"Great, that's fine, just hold it like that for a bit. What do you think Kevin? Nice?"

"Fantastic. Maybe someday I can try that too."

"Someday. Tonight she's all mine. OK Al, pull the top of her dress down and show us her tits."

Doing as instructed, I lower my daughter's dress and reveal her tits to my boss for the first time, but surely not the last.

"Outstanding. Amazing. Even better than I'd hoped. Those are all natural, right?"

"Yes, they are." she answers. "I haven't had anything done yet and I hope not to for a while. Are you going to sit there and look or are you going to feel my tits?"

"Oh, I'll spend plenty of time doing that. Right now, I just want to enjoy the sight of your mother and father exposing you to me and a stranger."

"It's OK, I'm enjoying it too. I hope this won't be the last time they show me off like this. "

"Don't worry baby, your mother and I will be doing this a lot. And a few other things too. Our adventures have only begun."

"God, I'm getting so horny. I hope somebody fucks me soon, my cunt is soaking wet."

"Al, how you you feel about your daughter talking like a slut."

"I think my wife taught her well, don't you?"

"Indeed. I'll have to thank her later. OK, Devon, step away from her and Al, remove her dress completely."

Complying with the orders, I unzip and raise her dress over her head, taking care not to ruin her hair.

"Audrey, come over here and sit on my lap so I can feel your beautiful tits."

She moves towards him in a sexy strut walk. "Just a moment." he says as he stops here to run a hand up her inner thigh to her pussy. " Wow, you really are wet and ready to fuck aren't you?"

"I sure am." she moans.

Returning his attention to her tits, now almost at eye level and just inches away. "They are amazing. So firm and supple. I haven't felt tits like this is a long time."

"I'll bet it's been a while since you've felt a cunt like mine too."

"Maybe. But it won't be much longer now."

"Promises, promises" she replies in an overly sultry voice.

"Al. That thing I do with you and your wife's face; up for that?"

"We are, we talked about that before we came here. My hot little daughter said she'd be looking forward to it."

"Good, let's get to it. Audrey, on your knees in front of me and pull my cock out of my pants while you Dad steps in behind you."

I take her silky hair in my hands and get a firm grip on her head as he inserts his cock in her mouth and begins to fuck my daughter's face.

"Feels good, doesn't it sweetie? " her mother asks. "I love it when you Dad does this for me. It's even better when cum shoots down your throat this way."

"Maybe, but she won't find that out tonight. Like I did with you this morning, I'm saving my load for her cunt later."

"This is almost more than I can believe" the client replies to the scene playing out in front of him.

"Get used to it Kevin, my wife, my daughter and I aren't the only ones then company uses like this. There are several slut families on the roster. Stick around and keep your business here and you'll get to try many more."

"I think I'm sold."

"Al, Devon, how do you want to do this? Do you want to watch me fuck your daughter, or should we do it in my room."

"Why don't you take her in private this time. We've seen her in action and there will be plenty more times in the future. Enjoy her the first time without us."

"Done. Kevin, you can take Devon here or in your guest room."

"I think I'd like her in bed if it's all the same. I'd really like to see those gorgeous legs straight up in the air and then feel them slowly wrap around me, pulling me in."

"Go for it. I'll wait here if you need anything."

"Oh hell, I said I might have a surprise for you didn't I?"

I wasn't worried about it, but I was up for almost anything at this point. My wife and my daughter were about to spend the next hour or more in bed with two different men, fulfilling their every wish or kink. I figured I could find something to do as I had so many times in the past whi;e one or both of them entertained their dates.

"I know, I know. You enjoy this as much as we do, but anyways. Go ahead and get undressed, full naked if you don't mind. Don't be shy."

Now this was a twist; something we'd never done, but I did as I was told.

"Great, now ring that bell over there."

Momentarily, one of the most beautiful creatures I'd eve laid eyes on walked in, also totally nude except for 6" designer spike heels and diamond jewelry. My wife and daughter were also in awe of this vision.

Ladies and gentlemen, may I present my sister Helen. I only ask her to entertain on very, very special occasions of which this is definitely one. Rarely have I fucked a man's wife and daughter on the same day, but it's going to happen and Helen has graciously agreed to reward the man in question. Helen, be very good to Al.

"Oh I will, I promise. He'll never forget this night. I guarantee it. Devon, you don't mind if I fuck the hell out of your husband, do you?"

Even her voice was spectacular in a dream sort of way.

"Not at all. He's given me so freely so often, he deserves you. But I must admit, I'm a little jealous of him having you while I can't."

Chucking slightly, she asks my daughter "Audrey, you won't feel awkward if your father fucks me will you?"

"Of course not. But it's nice of you to ask. Just so you know though, Mom isn't the only woman in this room who wants you."

"Good, I never let a man fuck me unless I have permission from his family. Eliminates any problems later even from slut families like yours. Men have been known to not want to go back to their families after a night inside me."

"We're not worried, trust us. I'd almost like to watch, but if my daughter doesn't get your brother's cock inside her soon, she'll explode."

"That's for sure Mom. Enjoy her Dad. Now let's get to it, OK. I need your cock Bob. Mom, try not to scream too loud, OK? I don't want to get distracted. I want to be a good fuck slut for Grant tonight."

After an incredible night for all, we wandered out of our rooms and to the breakfast table, men in robes, women in various states of nudity.

"Well, did you have fun with my sister Al?"

"Unbelievable. Easily the best fuck of my life next to my wife."

"Honey, you don't have to say that. It's OK if you think she's better than me. You don't have to be biased."

"Well, your wife and daughter are great and I've never heard anyone complain about Helen, so I'm not sure how to settle this. Sorry, Kevin, but you haven't earned Helen yet, so I can't use your opinion yet. Let me see what I can figure out."

"Nothing to settle Grant. They're both great. No competition needed. Helen is fantastic though. Now if Kevin gets us that next contract, he can have Audrey and then he'll have an opinion between my wife and daughter."

"Trust me Al, since I've had them both, I can say they're both fantastic."

Audrey chimes in "Oh stop, you're making me blush. I can't be as good as my Mom. I'm no where near as experienced as she is."

"Practice makes perfect dear. You'll be getting plenty of cock in the next few weeks. You'll learn fine."

Helen broke the banter "Well, I have to get dressed and get home to my husband. I almost never have the same man more than once, but I might make an exception for you if it 's OK with your wife and daughter."

"I don't think they'll object."

"We'll see. I have one question for Carol though."

"Go ahead Helen, ask away."

" You seemed kind of taken with me last night with that jealousy comment, so I have to ask, are you into men only? Or do you do women?"

"A little of both, sometimes some group stuff."

"Good. Audrey, would you mind if your mother and I licked each other's pussy sometime soon?"

"Can I watch?"

"Well of course you can Sweetie, if your mother and father don't object."

"I'd love that and I don't think they will. Will you Dad? Mom?"

"I won't object. I love to watch my wife eat pussy almost as much as I like to watch her get fucked . And with a woman as spectacular as you, it would be even better."

"Great. I'll be in touch. Oh, what about toys? Special toys?"

"Sounds even better, right Al? Especially if you're talking about a certain toy."

"I think we're talking about the same thing, but we'll see. Soon. Then if we all enjoy it, we might talk about Audrey another time. Bye for now."

"Al, I don't know what you did to her, but my sister has never been so forward. You touched something in her. She's normally very reserved which is one reason why I don't use her more often. I've never heard her offer herself like that. I usually have to coax her a bit."

"Oh, I touched something inside her alright, deep inside her. As deep as I could go. As deep as you've been inside my wife and daughter."

"Naw. It's more than that. But it's great none the less."

"So Audrey, did you enjoy my boss?"

"I sure did Dad. When can I have him again?"

"Well dear sweet Audrey, I was just coming to that. Al, Devon, what would you think of your daughter staying here for the weekend so we can fuck some more? Would you mind? I might have a couple of other people to share her with too, and you could pick her up Sunday night. I have one guy in mind that I know has never had anyone under 30 or so and he'll go crazy with an 18 year old cunt. It'd mean a lot to me."

"Mom? Dad? Can I? I'd love it!!"

"Hey, you don't have to ask twice. It'll give Devon and I some time to plan for some upcoming sessions with clients and work on Audrey's schedule since she's so much in demand."

"Mom, Dad, this is great!"

"No problem. We'll have to keep Monday free though since we need to shop for some more special outfits for you."

"What outfits Mom? Lingerie? Heels? Costumes? Dresses? I love to dress up for my dates."

"So do I sweetie, so do I, so we'll have to find some good stuff since we've got a full schedule."

"You're missing out on this part Grant. Hearing your wife and daughter make plans for a full schedule of slut activities is a thrill you'll never understand."

"One of the other guys told me something similar. Maybe I'll get your families together to compare notes. "

"Well, we have to go. We'll be back Sunday to get you Audrey, make us proud. Kevin, remember, next contract, she could be yours for a night, so let us know."

"I think you can count on it, because I definitely want her."

"I can't believe how exciting it is to hear you making plans to use me as a reward for work performance, Dad."

"Only the beginning kiddo, only the beginning."

Then again, maybe this community isn't really all that different?