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Naked Proposal

By: bigrimmstales



"You have to be joking!"

"No, I'm deadly serious," came her husband's calm reply.

"You want me to serve your guests dinner but to be completely naked?" she asked incredulously. "I would not do that for a million pounds sterling!"

"We'll see," he said simply.

There was silence. Their daughter, Yvette, sat quietly between them thinking that if she was given a million she'd lie on the table butt naked and they could eat off her breasts and cunt. She still had fond memories of the illicit session she had recently with her best friend when they found a half-full champagne bottle after one of her parent's parties. Her panties became wet just visualising it one more time; something that happened more and more regularly as she explored her bi side with Su Yin Liu, now the forbidden lust of her life. 

If only her mother hadn't come in as they made love for the umpteenth time. She had screamed that she was a raving lesbian and should be horse-whipped for such depravity. Too late, she had thought at the time, as she had already tried whipping and paddles and the bare hand which had been administered by one of her many boyfriends.

"I'm not a lesbian!" she had shouted back at the time, slurring slightly but sobering up rapidly with the shock of being found out breaking through the alcohol. "Su's is the first pussy I've ever licked but it was wonderful. You should try it. You are so up your own arse!" She had added, with intense venom but also a great deal of honesty. She loved her mother but she was such a prude, or at least that is what she wanted her daughter and husband to think. "Why don't you get on the internet and find out about real sex, exciting sex, with lots of different people and both sexes?" she had asked, offering it like a piece of advice, as if she was suddenly her mother's agony aunt. "I'll give you some sites to try where you can learn something and get off on the fit men and women," she continued, not letting up on her mix of insult and counsel. Attack was always Yvette's first line of defence so blending it with genuine suggestions was new to both parties.

"Mum, you are such a prude," she said, filling the silence that had hung in the air for what seemed like hours. "Clearly you did not listen to my advice."

Her mother, Chloe, pushed her hands back through her long blonde hair and gave Yvette a scowl that not only meant 'shut up' but also, 'don't tell your father what we have been talking about or what I caught you doing." That beautiful face, with its fine bone china cheekbones, was anything but attractive at that moment. 

"Oh come on mum, if you were given a million pounds by dad you'd go naked and probably shave your pussy as well!"

Tom started laughing, then stopped himself, realising he should not be. He loved his daughter's direct ways, so much like himself, but then he caught that famous disapproving look from his wife and tried to force a scowl, coughing and clearing his throat. My God though, he thought, his wife was so beautiful and if she could fulfil the work bet that his Chairman had pronounced in one of his increasingly more crazy moods, then he would be on the board and that lecherous fucker would have to hand over the million he promised. Those were the two parts of the wager: money and a board position, something Tom had not got of either. 

"Yvette!" her mum cried, "I would not go naked for a million, nor would I do that...that other thing you mentioned." 

"God you are such a c.... oh, you know what I mean!"

She avoided using the 'C' word, though her daughter one night had by chance heard Chloe use it when in the bathroom with her dad and they were clearly indulging in some sex play. She'd listened at the door, smiling to hear them being so intimate. So different from the coy madam who chastised her for every little word she used that might imply s-e-x, every short skirt she wore to college and every top that showed even a centimetre of cleavage. Yes, her mother was a closet whore and a public saint. She was not sure if she really had been disgusted by her daughter's bisexuality for all the extreme response at the time. So, Yvette's aim ever since had been to be more explicit, tease her with information about some of the best and most erotic sites, dress as provocatively as she could and use as many taboo words as she could fit into her discussions.

"What a shame," said Tom after another long silence. Then, as if cottoning on to his daughter's undeclared strategy he went for it. "You have the cutest arse of any of the wives, the most pert breasts and yet at 39 you are the oldest. Even though you had Yvette at 19 years old, you have no sags, stretchmarks or varicose veins and yes, a pussy to admire. I'd be proud if you went nude in front of anyone. Even more so if you shaved down there!"

"D-darling!" 

She was flabbergasted. He had never spoken that way, especially in front of Yvette. Yet, between her legs and elsewhere on her body she was excited by what and how he was saying it, so manly and coarse, and yes, she liked the prospect of having a smooth pussy devoid of that annoying pubic hair. Her strict upbringing meant she was unable to express what she really felt or wanted. Intense guilt accompanied any pleasure and her mind recalled the harsh beatings she had received from her parents for showing any flesh, saying even the most mild curse or being caught kissing a boy. 

Yvette had noticed the hardening nipples below her mother's starched white blouse and classy bra. She couldn't help but stare, smiling with sudden lust, now she knew how wonderful it was to hold another woman's nipples in her own mouth. Her mother caught her looking and crossed her arms, though this only served to increase her own arousal as the pressure felt intensely erotic. Chloe was caught whichever way she went, by her own desires and by her daughter's stare. Her decision was swift. She forced herself to put her hands by her sides and not hide herself, secretly hoping Tom would notice.

He had, but what he did next was less than secret.

"See, even if your parents tried to beat the sexuality out of you, your tits are saying something much more revealing," he said quietly but with obvious lust.

"Tom!" cried Chloe, almost losing her bravado, but then she moved closer to him, standing at his side. She wanted him to touch her, right then and there. The light touch on her still pert bottom pleased her and she realised she was not embarrassed that he had done this, for the first time in all their years of marriage, in front of someone else. It did not matter it was their daughter; this was a giant leap for there to be any public show of affection at all. Tom had often chastised her for being so staid in company, but all she ever remembered if he tried to kiss or touch her (apart from holding hands) was her father laying into her for kissing a boy in the park. Now, with all the sexual suggestions openly discussed, she was letting him not only touch but squeeze. Yes, she thought, this is daring and exciting.

Yvette had noticed and was giving her a look of such love. Her smile was radiant and she was encouraging it, watching her mother's soft skin take on a glow of part-embarrassment that she was controlling and part-pleasure. 

"Well, I better get off to college," Yvette said, recognising that here was a moment that did not need her company. "See you both later tonight," she said, cheerily, and then she had the inspiration of the moment. "Mum," she hesitated, swallowed but then asked, "Can I bring Su here for dinner tomorrow night? I know we got off on the wrong foot with you but can I bring her, please?"

"Yes," Chloe replied, as if in a dream. Tom had insinuated a finger between the pleats of her plain black skirt and was discretely teasing apart her buttocks. If he had remembered the mirror behind them he might have been more careful, but Yvette made no comment as she left other than to say...

"Oh, thanks mum, you are wonderful!"

She closed the house door behind her, again smiling at some of the sudden changes that had happened since Tom had suggested Chloe go publicly nude.

Tom was two hours late for work that morning.

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When she got up off their bed, the room thick with the aroma of sex, Chloe suddenly remembered she had her coffee circle arriving in an hour. There she was, naked and unwashed, with a house to clean from top to bottom. So she opened her wardrobe to find her housecoat and then stopped. She closed the door to the cupboard, thinking about the conversation that morning.

"No, I'll try going naked. It can't be wrong, being by myself," she said aloud.

She walked downstairs to the kitchen and opened her tall cleaning cupboard, taking out all the usual paraphernalia, and then carried them upstairs to the bedrooms. 

Chloe found she liked the sensation of leaning over the beds as she put on new sheets and duvets. Her large, pendulous breasts swayed as she worked. It was erotic and she found herself touching the nipples occasionally and reaching between her legs to test the wetness that reminded her of the passionate love-making she had only recently had. She could not help lying on Yvette's newly made bed, where images of the two girls making love flashed into her brain. Her fingers delved between her sex lips, mimicking what Su had been doing to her only daughter. Why had she been so shocked and screamed such awful things, she wondered? She had been at that door for over ten minutes before allowing her prudish side to win; and so dramatically too. Her own orgasm was noisy and oh, so pleasurable.

After a short rest she cleaned the toilets and showers, imagining herself being forced by unseen men and women to do this duty. Where had this idea come from? Suddenly she was craving to be commanded, humiliated, naked and vulnerable. It drove her on to clean everything to perfection as if, should she fail, Tom might spank her. At this moment she wanted it, wanted his firm hand on her bare buttocks. Just like her father had done but this time with love, not venom. 

She had thirty minutes left before 'the gang' as she called them arrived. The living room she decided to leave until last, focusing on the cloakroom and the kitchen. The cinema room (film was her husband's passion) and dining room she had done the day before, though she reflected that the chore had not been as much fun as this. 

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Dianne rolled up to the big house, always finding the drive up the tree-lined grounds beautiful. She envied Chloe's lifestyle, always doing well since leaving college and married to Tom, a good-looking and adventurous man whom she was surprised to see so happy and settled in a domestic routine. The biggest surprise had not been him getting married when they were still in college, but that he had chosen such a prude as Chloe, though there was no denying the woman as a beauty. She had those large, but never saggy-looking, breasts that every woman in the Circle wanted but would only get with implants. She also had a trim body, with buttocks men would want to kiss or spank all night, and the most perfect hair. Worse, the bitch never worked out, only using regular swimming as her exercise, when all the rest of the group spent seven days a week just to defy gravity and keep down the weight.

She rang the bell, realising she was uncharacteristically early, but could not get a reply. So she walked around to the side, hoping that the pool man had forgotten to lock the side gate, something that Chloe complained bitterly about because the hunky Mexican always forgot. She was in luck.

Dianne approached the glass kitchen doors, past the large pool with its crawler lanes and fun side that the ladies liked to mess about in. Only Chloe would swim endlessly up and down as the others chatted and bitched. 

She stopped dead in her tracks. There, in front of Dianne was the full, unmistakably female shape of an arse and not any bottom, but Chloe's naked one. She was rooted to the spot, watching her friend clean the kitchen floor on hands and knees, wearing only knee-pads and using a large cloth and spray cleaner. She stared between her legs at the blonde pubic hair as neatly trimmed as their lawns. There was unmistakably glistening juice covering the exposed slit. She was also able to admire the secret place where she was sure, unlike her Andrew did to Dianne, Tom's cock had never ventured. 

Dianne found herself acting like some spy in a 'B'-movie, secreting herself to the side of one of the doors and peeked in. She was aroused by seeing her friend naked, as well as jealous of the breasts and curves Chloe possessed. Between her legs the g-string panties Dianne had chosen were inadequate to cope with the flood of juice that gushed into her crotch. She felt guilty to spy but curious in a way she had never known. Yes, she had had fantasies, but this was reality. This was the actual full-grown, adult woman, available for her to admire, the inaccessible Chloe. She felt excited, her head filled with relived elements of her fantasy. All had featured this prudish woman, probably because she had seemed inaccessible, but now?

When her Circle's hostess moved to the lounge, she followed, creeping low along the wall until she could peer around the patio doors into the vast room. Yes, Tom had done well in his work and Chloe from her portfolio of shares and inheritance, so nothing was spared in terms of the house, yet no maid was employed, no gardener, only the pool man and that was it. So, there was Chloe, breasts swinging exotically, hoovering the large carpet that covered an American White Oak floor that they revealed only when having parties. On those occasions Chloe played the consummate host, always immaculately dressed, never a hair out of place. Dianne smiled, here now was the naked Chloe, the vulnerable, exposed and possibly corruptible Chloe. Should she try, she wondered?

She opened the patio door, creeping up to Chloe who now was focused on polishing a large coffee table.

"Hello Chloe," she said quietly and with unmistakeable lust in her voice.

Chloe spun, shocked and unsure what to do. She stood rooted to the spot, cloth in one hand, spray in the other, but essentially fighting to stay as dignified as a naked woman might. She could not help but feel Dianne's eyes roaming her body and noticed how long they fixed on her breasts and then her pubis. 

"Uh, hello, excuse my lack of clothing," she said, suddenly feeling giggly and naughty rather than ashamed, "I forgot about the coffee circle and dashed out of the shower and..."

Then it happened. She just stood there laughing, letting Dianne approach, put her arms around her and kiss. It was a short, but extraordinary kiss. Dianne had planted it hard on her lips, slipping her tongue momentarily into her hostess's mouth, then stepped back from their intimate embrace to say, "Morning, you look lovely."

"Thank you," Chloe replied, legs now like jelly and still unable to move, though the new tingling between her thighs suggested she liked what had just happened. "Would you like a tea?" she asked, almost incongruously. "I'll make you one then go and dress." 

Dianne was standing, silently staring blatantly at Chloe's body.

"No need to dress for me. No keep going with the chores. I'd prefer to watch if you don't mind. You look beautiful."

"Thank you," she replied, simply, and then proceeded to continue hoovering as if Dianne's statement had been an order. 

She found she liked being watched, even by someone who had just shocked her with what was clearly signs of bisexuality, possibly lesbianism, she was unsure. In fact she was uncertain of most things this morning, from the strange suggestion of Tom's, through the behaviour of her daughter, to the naked hoovering and the discovery that a woman's lips on her own was not bad after all. In fact, so many things she had had beaten out of her as sinful now seemed deliciously attractive. 

When she had finished, she looked at the old grandfather clock in the corner of the room. Dianne was sitting on the sofa, her legs drawn up to her chin, delicate feet planted apart and bare. Chloe could not help notice the patch of wetness between her friend's thighs seeping through the gusset of the miniscule panties and the multitude of hairs that sprouted around the cotton patch. She pointed directly at Dianne's crotch.

"They'll be here in about 5 minutes. Come upstairs. I have some knickers that should replace those comfortably. I don't wear g-strings though." She giggled, adding conspiratorially, "but I do like to go without completely in summer. My one vice."

Dianne smiled, and followed Chloe to her room, admiring the sway of her friend's hips and the line of her back. Her fantasy promised to become reality, she hoped. 

They entered Chloe's bedroom, its walls austere and white but with a super king size brass bed that was laid with rich red satin sheets and pillows. It had just a hint of naughtiness; giving clues to how deep this prudish exterior really went; which was not far at all in Dianne's estimation.

"Here, try these," offered Chloe, who had gone to a cupboard where one four-drawer unit was filled with a variety of panties. "Of course, you could go without," she heard herself say, again feeling the wetness grow between her legs.

"Yes, I think you are right, I will." And with this Dianne lifted her skirt right up, then slid the soaking garment off her body and stepped out of them. 

Neither bothered to pick them up, but Chloe sighed. She didn't mean to, but suddenly she wanted to be on her knees buried between Dianne's thighs. Where did that thought come from? Things were moving so fast. Could she do it right now? No, though in her head she said, 'not yet, but soon'.

"Right, I better go get the food. I'll slip this housecoat on."

Dianne noticed that Chloe had not bothered with panties either, though she did put on a black satin housecoat that must have been from a designer it was so well cut and figure hugging. So, as her hostess walked downstairs, Dianne freshened up, taking in all the hints that maybe Chloe was less prudish than her external image might project. 

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The coffee morning initially seemed to drag on that morning, with Dianne and Chloe both distracted not only by the brief but intimate time they had spent together but also because Dianne was deliberately exposing her sex to her friend at every opportunity. That was until Davinia Waxenby noticed Dianne's lack of underthings.

"Dianne!" she whispered, as she brought across a plate of chocolate biscuits to her long time friend from the Girl's High, "You are showing your naked cunt, dear. Tut, tut, you have not changed," she added with a wink.

"What are you whispering for Davinia? We're all women here or at least when I last looked," she said, laughing at her own witticism. "Yes, I'm without panties. I did it at Chloe's suggestion actually as I was so wet from watching her hoovering in the nude."

"Hoovering in the nude?" the rest of the circle asked in unison. They were all sitting on the edge of their seats looking first at Chloe, then at Dianne, then back. Chloe noticed that three of the women looked physically flushed and two, Lara Banks-Morris and Edith DeCaune, were taking darting looks between Dianne's now blatantly split thighs. She knew her friend was testing the reaction and yes, she was getting the response. Again, surprisingly, Chloe did not feel at all embarrassed. She welcomed the attention and the notoriety that it gave; more so she enjoyed the sexual thrill sharing the secret generated in the group.

"I always vacuum in the nude," said Lara, her English accent making this declaration somehow even more arousing for the group. Dianne felt Lara's bright blue eyes boring down onto her open cunt and then she locked onto them as they roamed up to her face. She wanted her and knew from the extensive stare back that she would not receive a 'no'.


Naked Proposal Ch. 02



INTRODUCTION: Chloe has been entered into a bet by her husband Tom to serve her boss (The Chairman) naked at a dinner for invited Company people in exchange for a board position and a million dollars. She is joined and supported by her best friend and recent lover Dianne, her daughter Yvette and her friend's daughter Alicia whom her own offspring has seduced. The Chairman has been positioned into signing an official agreement that means he has to meet the conditions of the bet, including giving a board position to Andrew, Dianne's recently declared bi-sexual husband. To demonstrate his power, the boss has already forced one of the couples (Gerald and Joanna or Jo) at the dinner to indulge in some fetish play, making the wife publicly lick and taste the panties of the female guests. He is about to make her degrade herself even more by discovering which panties belong to which female, whilst also taking an interest in Chloe's rebellious sister who has been DJ'ing the evening and has taken an intense sexual interest in her brother's boss. Unfolding like a soap, with many characters and many differing tastes at the core is The Chairman who has an uncanny knack of sensing and using people's desires, such as the need for humiliation by Jo, quickly exposing their needs...

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Jo felt so ashamed, red all over her exposed body, as she was ushered by Chloe and the Chairman to crawl on all fours and blindfolded under the table and between the legs of the female guests. Some of these were clearly willing to do this, while others seemed reluctant and possibly afraid of this powerful man (when before they'd been happy to give away their panties as part of a seemingly harmless game). His assistant made this seem even more bizarre by handing to Joanne pairs of soiled panties, encouraging her to lick and smell them, then pushing her forward to part the sometimes unwilling, sometimes eager thighs of her guests. 

"Mmmm, you are a diligent worker aren't you my slutty Jo?" said the Chairman, half asking, half observing.

"Yes Master," she replied to the surprise of both her charges and her husband who had been ordered to strip and walk around on the other side of the table. There were strong indicators of submission in this woman that Gerald clearly had no notion of, but was evidently aroused by finding out. The Chairman was delighted to see such a rock hard and long cock bouncing and slapping against the man's hairy belly as he walked, never taking his eyes off the scenes he could see under the table.

"She is a good slut too. Look Chloe, she has got the first three panties correctly matched to the right cunts!" 

He laughed, the others at the table laughing too, no matter how embarrassed or aroused they might be. Some, Chloe noticed, avoided eye contact with him when he scanned the room, looking for prey or approval she was unsure. However, she did note out of the side of her eye that Lenka, the new Czech addition to the wives' circle, was subtly caressing her own nipple through her evening gown and biting her lip as Joanna got closer under the table. 

Lorraine Adams, the earth mother with huge breasts straining and heaving against a low cut corset-like bodice, was sitting next to her silent husband who was fiddling with his tie, knowing that his wife was next. She looked like she could not keep still and her legs were opening almost involuntarily. He had noticed too, staring down then surprising Chloe and Dianne, her co-hostess, by pulling at the long dress Lorraine wore. He was ruffling it up to uncover her strong thighs and cunt with that perfect Brazilian waxing first seen at the pool the week before by the women. A quiet lust was evident in his eyes, suggesting the reason they had so many children. These two were the dark horses who obviously fucked regularly. 

"Thank you darling," she whispered hoarsely, her voice thick with hunger that from her breathing was likely to be uncontrollable with the right stimuli. Something not missed by the Chairman, or Dianne and Gerald who were now either side of her as she watched the naked Jo sniff a black lacy thong that was definitely not hers. No, she was a wearer of utilitarian panties that suited the earth mother in her; or at least the façade that she and her husband liked to pretend they had. 

"Time to up the stakes," said The Chairman. "She is too good a slut at this. Look at how she sniffs and licks so lovingly, getting it right so far every time. But what if she gets it wrong? We have no forfeit. What shall we do if she gets it wrong? Chloe? Dianne? Leonora?"

It was Chloe's sister Leonora who answered first, jealous of the attention Jo was getting. "Spank her 5 times for each pair she gets wrong?" she suggested, hoping there would be plenty of errors.

"Yes, yes, well done Leonora. Yes Jo, you will receive a spanking from your hostess for every panty you get wrongly matched," then added, smiling at his employee, "and Gerald gets five licks and sucks of his cock by the woman Jo is trying to match to the panties."

Gerald was looking around the room, gauging who would object and who would want it. He hated rejection, but now felt nothing but a confidence-boosting pride. Not one objected! That long cock was clearly in demand, even by those who had seemed reluctant to play, and as its owner he consumed a sense of power that he had never, ever known in his life. He prayed for Jo to make lots of mistakes!

Chloe saw it too and realised something that she had been too prejudiced to see. For all the Chairman's boorish ways, he had a capacity to find not only the submissive and wimp, but the gift of finding the strength or advantage in a person. She wondered if he really was the bully he was portrayed as being. Was it just that he helped people find that something in them they had denied? Had he broken his promise just to force out some more assertive action from his people? Or was he just plain and simple, a bullying bastard? Little shifts, little gestures, little doubts. 

Jo was avidly licking and slurping at Lorraine's pussy, obviously attracted by something the others could not yet perceive or understand but the owner of that cunt was biting her lips, desperately trying not to make a sound that might give the game away and lead to the expected displeasure of the Chairman. Why was Jo taking so long? Gerald's cock twitched and brushed the ear of the guest. She glanced to the side, and gave an indiscreet gasp as she saw its enormity only inches away. The husband, too, looked longingly at it; another revelation for Chloe's fevered mind. She could not stop the dripping wetness of her own pussy as this erotic scene became ever more debauched and ever more promising.

Suddenly Lorraine came, moaning softly and flinging her head back, turning to look at her husband with a smile of intense pleasure and seeing him over the engorged cock-head of her Chairman's helper. Her corpulent body rippled with the pleasure that spread out from her searing cunt across her expansive belly and up to her engorged teats. How often she had wanted her husband to share their bed with a woman and now she was freed by their boss to do just that. Yes, she could do nothing but smile. Their intensely passionate love-life would now have new possibilities she was sure, particularly judging from the way her hubby's face mirrored her own.

Jo called from beneath the table, convinced she had the right person.

"It is Lenka!" she called. 

"Keep your mouth hard against your subject's cunt," the Chairman ordered, looking under the table to make sure she obeyed. "Chloe, administer 5 spanks," he added, laughing. 

Chloe did not hesitate. She felt a surge of power, as sense of opportunity to dominate over this petite woman whose firm but tiny arse she had so far been unable to touch. Now that delicate white skin would be made a rosy glow at her hand. However, she knew that to please this commanding man at her side she would have to do this with some skill. A quick five strokes was not going to entertain him, nor some of the other guests who had clearly become intrigued and/or aroused by the prospect. No, she would draw this out and make it sweet agony for Jo. So, Chloe barked a command.

"Spread your knees more slut."

Jo obeyed instantly. Her face was pressed hard into her subject's cunt, still not the wiser about who it was but knew she had got it wrong. She found she loved the bouquet of this woman; it was so incredibly sweet and sensual, and very different from her own that she had now, after all those years of denial and disgust, accepted as beautifully fragrant. 

Chloe loved the tight muscular form of the young accountant. Her naked breasts hung so invitingly, their nipples like large grapes, and between her thighs was a slit so wet and puffed with arousal. But now she could see something that only recently had began to intrigue her as a place of pleasure. Jo's little pink rosebud pouted slightly at her. She'd read of women licking that place, taking pleasure from somewhere she had only thought of as a functional exit point. Now her mind was filled with the thought of kissing and licking that place. 'Rimming they called it, didn't they?' she thought to herself. Another trickle of wetness started its journey down her thigh.

"Are you with us Chloe?" the chairman asked, kindly, his arm around her naked waist. Then he whispered, "Beautiful arsehole isn't it? I'd love to ram my cock in there after you have rimmed her and spat some saliva in to ease the journey."

Instead of being disgusted and angry, Chloe realised she would like that too.

"Yes, that would be wonderful," she replied, putting her arm around him and hugging him back. Yes, she would love to see his cock open that presumably virgin arse, but only after she had done the things she wanted to do. She knew she needed to be part of that domination, even if in reality she hadn't much clue about what was involved.

'Ah, her true colours are beginning to show, at last,' the Chairman thought. 

Chloe was centred back on the task. A spanking, but how could she do it best? Being so much taller than Jo, and than most people in the room, she knelt down and ran her hands over the newlywed's smooth but firm skin. She traced the musculature of the arse, letting her long nails scratch between the perfectly symmetrical globes and tease over that little rose bud, then slide under to the wet slit below. She found the stiff nub and heard Jo moan into Lorraine's cunt. 'She is a horny minx,' she thought. She toyed and played for a while, then rapidly withdrew her hand and gave a sharp, hard slap to Jo's right buttock. 

Her fingers had left five red marks, but Jo had hardly flinched. She slipped her fingers back between the thighs, sliding into the widening, wet ravine of her pussy. First she put two, then three, then four, thinking that Jo would plead for her to stop, but all she heard was a low moan and felt her subject press back onto her fingers. This time she finger fucked her harder and harder, and brought down three hard slaps every third plunge into the sopping cunt with her other hand. This time she heard a whimper and Jo clamped her thighs tight around Chloe's hand. 

"Open your thighs slut!" she ordered, knowing that Jo had clearly been close to an orgasm from the beating and the pleasure.

"Oh dear, only one left to go my slutty woman," the Chairman said to Jo, seeing that his latest subject for corruption was clearly getting off on being spanked and pleasured. 

Chloe pushed her whole hand into the willing slut's cunt; amazed at how such a tiny woman wanted or was able to accommodate so much, but also astonished at her own perverted intent. She'd only read about fisting once and heard someone at the pool meeting mention it. 'Who was that?' she wondered, frustrated that she didn't know whom. 

Chloe brought her hand down with as much force as she could muster. There was a scream emitted from the cunt of Lorraine, but the thighs surrounding Chloe's hand held her there, and the arse bobbed, clearly fucking onto the fist. Despite not touching Jo's clitty, the woman had come and her inner muscles were gripping and releasing the pleasure-soaked hand. Both women were amazed in their own ways.

"Chloe, make her sit up now. Face her towards the woman whose name she got wrong. Hold your hands to the sides of her face like blinkers so she cannot see the other guests," ordered the Chairman, then continued, "Gerald, claim your reward."

Jo's husband need not have worried about rejection. Lorraine grasped his magnificent cock in her large fat hand and immediately guided him to her mouth. She had to stretch her jaw; such was the girth of his dick. 

The Chairman wrapped his arms around Chloe, sending a thrill of expectation through her body. She was warming to this man, the man she had always assumed to be a bully, and involuntarily pressed her naked buttocks back against his obviously hard crotch. She detected a little pulse of arousal nudge her arse as he reached around and untied the blindfold of Jo who was in front of them. 

Jo stared, slightly woozy still from her surprisingly strong orgasm and the amazing sense of loss she felt when Chloe slipped from filling her body. She was amazed to see her husband's cock sinking deep into Lorraine's mouth. The earth mother was certainly being earthy, she mused, and feeling such pleasure for Gerald who was clearly in seventh heaven. 

"Isn't it lovely to see your husband's cock given a good seeing to?" the Chairman asked, clearly delighted with her reaction and the sight of his young accountant receiving such an expert blow job. Lorraine definitely was a dark horse!

Jo planned to make a lot of mistakes with the final guests, no matter how much it hurt her little arse. 

Chloe decided to discover the art of rimming.

By the time they reached the last female guest, there was only one thing left to happen. By now, Jo had been fist-fucked, had her clitoris pinched and stroked in equal measure and by this last one, felt the tongue of Chloe first gently then violently fuck at her anus. Her rosebud had opened, revealing the intense pleasure that so many nerve endings converging there could offer. Both women had made new discoveries about themselves, but the biggest challenge for Jo was about to come, as the final spank hit her.

"Spit on her anus," the Chairman whispered to Chloe as he dispensed with his clothes without a second's thought for the crowd of witnesses. 

Leonora, Chloe's sister and the DJ for the event, looked on jealously and amazed. He was huge! Was he really going to do what she thought he would? Gerald was shocked too, but not by its size because it was like his own. No, it was the desire he felt for the Chairman. He wanted to touch him, he wanted to share his wife with him and be pleasured by the man. As the last woman (who was Lenka, their fiery red haired Czech) sucked him deep into her willing mouth so these fantasies and wants surfaced from somewhere deep inside him. 

His glances past her did not go unnoticed by Jo, though she was unsure if it was Chloe or the Chairman that he was looking at. She felt at once jealous and even more aroused. She had recently orgasmed at home to images of Gerald impaled by a man, with her tied up and forced to watch. She knew her submissiveness was no longer possible to hide, nor her need for the accompanying degradation. What more could there possibly be though than this?

She should not have even asked herself. She heard the 'pfutt' as something wet centred on her anus. It was cool. It ran down between her arse and her cunt hole. It was spittle! She heard the Chair say, "Good girl", then felt his hands grasp her hips and something blunt and thick press against her little rosebud. 

"Oh, no, no, no..." she heard herself call, but her whole body and mind were saying, "Yes."

She felt scared, but relaxed a little as Chloe moved to kneel at her head and lift her chin, kissing her fully on the lips as if to soothe her. She stayed like that as the thick cock urged its way into Jo's bowels, the Chairman being surprisingly gentle in comparison to his reference to 'thrusting' when he had whispered to Chloe. Just like the fisting, Jo was surprised how readily she took him in; feeling the sudden pain as the first stage was reached and the bulbous cock-head entered, then the building pleasure. 

Jo held herself rigid on all fours, taking him like a bitch takes a dog. She loved his large hands as they gripped her hips so strongly. She revelled in the feel of Chloe's tongue that toyed and played under her with her teats; lapping and lathing the beautiful curves.

He was all the way in now, just as Gerald clearly was when she looked up at him. Lenka had swallowed her husband whole and was moving with an intense pace; fucking down on his great rod as her own bowel was being filled and fucked. Now the Chairman was moving, sawing her arse and creating sensations that were intense. She was amazed. Even the stinging arse, spanked so firmly, had turned from fiery heat to burning pleasure. Every sexual part of her body was alert, tingling and intensely aroused. 

It only took Chloe turning under and lapping at the Chairman's balls and then Jo's clitoris for her to come; screaming her pleasure for all to hear. And in that moment to see her husband, who'd kept control for so long, spurt his hot seed into Lenka's mouth as she in turn came from the ministrations of Leonora, who had been fingering her pussy with aplomb and stroking the firm little apples of the Praguer. 

But the high point of all this was the pleasure for all of seeing and hearing the Chairman pump his seed deep into Jo's bowels. His strong body, with its heavily defined musculature had covered her, the muscles in his arse tight and pumped. The definition of his strong arms had kept the women fixated on the prospect of feeling him grasp and hold them like Jo was now. He had seemed to have such incredible power and control. The build of pleasure had been an equal delight for others to view. He had let his cum shoot in to her, with his voice a roar; his head snapping back with first the tension of holding back and control, and then being unable to stop the inevitable. He had felt the ache and the heat build in his balls, the surging spunk waiting for release but being denied by willpower, and then that moment of release. It was 100% pleasure now. 

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"Please guests remove any remaining clothing and pleasure yourselves as you wish," Chloe had announced as the final course was taken away by the four hostesses.

She had been so proud of her daughter Yvette who had worked tirelessly with her friend Dianne and her daughter Alicia. Their pact to be naked with her had been not only supportive but had led to great pleasure for them all. 

After the incident with Jo, the Chairman had sat naked, surrounded by his new companions; Gerald, Jo, Leonora, Lenka, Lorraine and her meek husband who, though he spoke little, was clearly a willing participant in any games. 

Everyone had noticed something had changed with the Chairman. At previous gatherings he had seemed to dominate so much that he was classed purely as a bully who had to control. Now there was a mellowing. He was still obviously powerful but less the centre of all power. In fact, many of the women and some of the men were clustering around Chloe and Dianne. 

During the second course, Dianne had made it her duty to go talk to Katherine Parkes who had sat rigidly, alone again, but had really come alive when instructed to open her legs for Jo to smell and taste her. Chloe had urged her on in this approach and later that night had a plan that would place Katherine centre stage, but for now there was a Chairman to entertain and guests to pervert.




Naked Proposal Ch. 02



Only one thing perturbed both Chloe and Diane. Where were Tom and Andrew? What was keeping them so late?

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A brand new Lexus SUV rolled slowly to a halt outside Chloe's garage. Two men in black morning suits and a woman in a tight leather corset top and minute leather mini-skirt with suicide heeled shoes walked towards the house. Nothing too unusual about that one might think. However, her hands were cuffed behind her back and a large ball gag filled her mouth. A mask covered her eyes.

She said nothing, but for anyone able to scrutinise her closely, her skin was covered in goosebumps. Fear or expectation of sexual pleasure? The naked proposal was revealing some new complexities...



Naked Proposal



"Me too," said Edith, Davinia, Lorraine, and most surprisingly, Lenka Nacheradska, their latest member whom Tom had asked Chloe to invite. She was new to the firm and the country, and was wife of the Head of Central European Sales. The woman was a Czech, tall and red haired, with the cutest little freckles on her porcelain white skin. 

"I don't know why we all dress up for this Circle," blurted out Katherine Parkes, usually the quietest of the group. "We could all take our clothes off and clean the house from top to bottom at each others' houses," she continued, laughing now as she said it, then looking nervously about to test the reaction. She had no idea where the thought had come from but it certainly was the most daring thing she had ever said in her life, other than when she asked her husband to fuck her on her wedding night; the last time he ever had. 

"Well, I'm not sure I'd want to do that," laughed Edith, "but I am more than game to strip off by that pool and continue our meeting out there. Kathy that suggestion to take our clothes off was inspired."

"Yes!" came a chorus of voices

Kathy felt about a foot taller. Something she had said was agreed with by another person! Her husband called her a nobody, and then went off whoring less and less discretely, yet here she was listened to and her daring idea was being taken up in the moments she had to think about this. She was suddenly terribly aroused by the sight of her Circle friends all disrobing at various speeds around her and heading out through the patio doors to the poolside. She stripped off in next to no time and ran, giggling like the others, to dive straight into the pool.

"Waoa!" shouted Chloe, gesticulating at the six who had dived in. "We need to finish discussing our fund-raising and entertainment items."

"Yes," said Lenka in her deep, Central European voice. "I for one would like to, how do they say, know how we can get on our backs to make money?"

"Honey," Dianne replied, voice thick with unsuppressed lust as she stared from behind her Ray-Bans at the long legged Czech beauty, "you make it sound like we are going whoring! What you mean is 'how we can put our backs into it' to raise money. That is, what hard work will we need to take to get what we need?"

Lenka turned towards her companion on the next sun lounger, blatantly taking in the curvaceous body with its mass of dark thick pubic hair and heavy but firm breasts that contrasted with her own tiny strip of red-haired mons and small, almost girlish breasts. She smiled, thanking Dianne for correcting her.

"I need people like you to help me speak English better. I wish I could find someone to tutor me."

"Dianne can do that," Chloe interjected. "She was a teacher of English as a foreign language in China for five years, weren't you darling?"

"Yes," replied Dianne simply, her thoughts racing with lustful ideas of how she might entice Lenka to her bed, and possibly bring Chloe into the scene too. She had been a 'nice girl' for too long in this community, leaving her past way behind when she married Andrew, Tom's IT Manager. Then she focused back on what was being said, "Yes, that is a great idea. Can you start on Tuesday after the Director's meal that Chloe is arranging and I am joint-hosting this coming weekend?"

Chloe turned rapidly, shocked by what she was hearing. "You mean it has already been arranged? Tom mentioned it this morning as if the meal was just an idea. It was to have the top team and the second tier here for a dinner. And you are co-hostessing with me?"

"I can do Tuesday. Is that how you say it?" said Lenka, ignoring or possibly not recognising Chloe's shock. "I can come with you?"

"Yes, Lenka, very good." Dianne replied, again ignoring Chloe, leaving her speechless, "though the term is come 'to' not 'with' you, as that means something totally different in the context." 

Dianne knew full well there was a challenge and a bet laid on Chloe, and after the initial shock of seeing her hostess nude earlier, thought there was every chance that the woman was less prudish than the Chairman had assumed. Equally, she felt Chloe was just discovering she had desires and needs that Tom would find hard to meet fully. Or any man for that matter, judging from the way she was staring once again at Dianne's open crotch and displaying an unmistakably dewy set of labia herself. 

"I'm looking forward to co-hosting. I hope you didn't mind me volunteering myself when Tom was over last night talking to Andrew?"

"No, no," said Chloe, confused by the speed with which things were unravelling, "no, I'd be delighted. Though Tom did mention something crazy this morning that must have been a joke."

She didn't elaborate and Dianne chose not to ask. Besides, the circle of naked women became the new focus of Chloe's attention. It was a challenge to her latent bisexuality that was surfacing into her consciousness. She viewed with intense curiosity and growing lust the young body of Lenka, the slightly plump but attractive Edith, the strong torso of the attractive Lara who clearly worked out and did not have a hint of body hair other than on her head, Dianne's curves and heavy bush, Davinia's long legs and pert breasts, and Lorraine Adams with her perfect Brazilian waxing and nipple piercings that emphasised the enormity of her heavy breasts. Perhaps Lori as they called her was the greatest surprise. Chloe would never have expected her to be so daring, especially the body jewellery.

Others had noticed too. Topics swung from nipple piercings to where to get a pubic shave or wax, to anything other than the items on the agenda. It took all afternoon to get the items done, but only once the excitement had calmed down and large chunks of time had gone on 'things sexual' as Chloe had termed them, promising not to put them in the minutes.

"Ok, thank you all for coming. I reckon it has been one of our best meetings and it is not often we can get an all-over tan and discuss our fund-raising. I will circulate minutes and the ideas and we can vote on them."

"Thanks Chloe for being a superb hostess again," said Dianne standing up and kissing Chloe directly on the lips while still naked, feeling their breasts pressed close and the arousal resulting declared for all to see. Others took the cue, with Davinia, Lara, Edith and Kathy making their kisses of thanks more than just gestures of appreciation. They all ensured their lips met with their hostess's and their bodies were close. Only Lenka and Lorraine gave light kisses to her cheek and kept a physical distance. In the Czech girl's case, she did not thank her until fully dressed in her very short summer dress. Lorraine too waited until she was hooked back in her white cantilever bra and skimpy panties. 

They all left one by one in their various sports cars, again the exceptions being Lenka who drove a beaten up SUV and Lorraine in her Mercedes people carrier. In her clothes she was the earth mother; with six young children and a husband who spent every weekend polishing and repairing his collection of Harley's and Triumphs. Only Dianne was left, hanging back from the rest and staying undressed by the pool.

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She could not believe she had done it, but she had spent the next two hours totally naked with Dianne. They had started off discussing the party but soon acknowledged something else was going on. Chloe heard Dianne say,

"I want to kiss you."

She also heard her own reply, clear and confident.

"Yes, please kiss me."

Chloe was stretched out on her lounger, legs dangling over each side, head back. Dianne knelt between her legs, looking down at the open slit of her friend, pleased at the copious juice that glistened on the sex lips. She leaned forward, grasping Chloe's warm breasts in her hands, and bent her neck down to plant a long, lingering kiss. Soon tongues were colliding, hands exploring, first tentatively on Chloe's part but then with sensual urgency and endeavour. Pubic bone was grinding on pubic bone and loud moans of pleasure were emanating from their lips. 

They had waited so long that afternoon for what had become increasingly inevitable that the coming was swift and powerful. Both moaned into each others' mouths as pleasure came in an ever growing crescendo of orgasms. The kisses continued as they lay together satisfied and without any guilt for their actions. It felt right. It felt good. 

There was silence. Peaceful, not uncomfortable. Then Dianne broke it.

"You do know that if you do go naked at the dinner Tom gets a place on the board and a million dollars?"

"No, I did not!" she said, genuinely shocked for the umpteenth time in her view that day. Then she went silent, thinking about the strange conversation at breakfast, the joking and yet the desire it generated in her, the criticisms of her outward stuffiness and then she made the decision. "I have no choice, I have to do it."

"How beautiful of Tom to not tell you he would get the money. He wanted it to be an unforced choice. I think like me he knows you have a powerful sexuality and a secret desire, just like me, to expose yourself. Well, honey," Dianne kissed Chloe lightly as she said it, "I will go naked with you for support if you like?"

"Oh yes please, Dianne. I think I could cope with that. Maybe we can get Andrew a step up on the corporate ladder too."

"That would be nice, but I doubt it. You see, Andrew declared he is bisexual to me recently. He discovered it when the Chairman, the wonderfully perverted man, asked him to suck him and fuck him on that drunken boating weekend they all went on. The bastard didn't give him anything afterwards, so I can't see things changing by next weekend. Mind you it gave us something. I love to see two men fuck and the thought of it made me come over and over. I just wish next time I am present when it happens. I'd love to see his muscle bound arse going up and down on another man. You couldn't get Tom to oblige could you?"

She laughed but Chloe knew if it could happen Dianne would want front row seats. So, she had to admit to herself, would she. There was silence then more kisses and then the most intense and passionate sex that acknowledged what they both thought without any need for words. 

They didn't notice Yvette come in and stand in the lounge, looking out on one of the most erotic scenes she had witnessed in her short life. She smiled in triumph to see her prudish mum being so liberated, just as she had been only days before by Su.

"I wonder if Dianne's daughter is bi too," she whispered to herself as she slipped a finger inside the gusset of her panties and continued to watch, imagining the beautiful Alicia doing what her mother was now doing. Her orgasm was quick in coming.

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Chloe had inherited the house from her parents who died before their time in a plane crash. Tom and she had done the place out, including all fourteen bedrooms, in a tasteful colonial style. With the two entertainment areas in the basement, the cinema, the large lounge and the vast dining area, not to mention the exterior patio, there was plenty of space to have twenty or more guests.

Dianne, Chloe and Yvette started early that Saturday making beds for anyone who wanted to sleep over, washing down the bathrooms and showers and generally tidying up and cleaning. Tom, as ever, was still in the office trying to finish off another of his new projects. The pool man came early and cleaned it out, leaving Dianne drooling at his half-naked muscular body as he skimmed the leaves and other debris. 

"Sorry Dianne," whispered Chloe, "he's taken."

"Yes," added Yvette, "by another man. He's gay. What a waste!"

Normally, or at least until this week, Chloe would have chastised her daughter for being so open about such things, but not today. She laughed as heartily as the others. Her head imagined him deep in the anus of his lover and her panties moistened with the eroticism of it all. If she'd looked around her she'd have seen Dianne stroke down over her neck and tops of her breasts in a comforting but sensual gesture and Yvette's nipples show hard through her tight white blouse. She missed this because her own body was suddenly on fire, arousing her to such a point she needed something to either distract or satiate the desire.

"Mum?" She heard her daughter speaking from somewhere as if miles away. "Mum?" She heard called louder.

"Yes, Yvette?"

"This cleaning and everything is taking ages and we will not be ready in time if we don't either skimp on something or get some help."

"I did think of bringing Alicia," mumbled Dianne, still lost in thoughts of the pool man with his long Latino cock deep in his partner's anus and muscular buttocks clenching as he pumped into him.

"That's a great idea!" exclaimed Yvette, immediately thinking of her previous idea that she wanted to know if she was like her mother. "Can I ring and ask her over?"

"Yes," said Dianne simply, again lost in her erotic thoughts as she knelt to dust the fire surround in the master bedroom. 

"Great!" said Yvette, genuinely pleased and rushing for the phone on the bedroom landing. Her thoughts were not of cleaning. Then she considered how to ensure she had an opportunity to discover the truth about her. "And can she stay over after the party? It seems unfair after doing all this work if she and Dianne have to go home late."

"Oh, of course. I had completely forgotten to ask you Dianne, but you can have the pool house rather than stay inside the main house. It is a special guest suite with all mod-cons, its own sauna and two bedrooms, so plenty of space for the two of you. Please be our guests for the total long weekend. Remember there is a public holiday on the Monday. We can go out on our yacht."

Yvette could not believe how relaxed, enthusiastic and informal her mother had become in one week. She was no longer showing signs of stuffiness. She just had to hug her there and then, something the two had not done in a long time. It was warm, firm and pleasing. She couldn't help but notice something else about her mum. No bra. A complete first in her mind.

"What was that for?" asked Chloe, surprised by her daughter's intimate embrace.

"Is because you are the best mum in the world good enough?" she asked, smiling. "I'll go ring her now." 

Dianne watched her leave, and then swung Chloe round to face her. There was only time for her host to just catch her breath as Dianne's lips locked onto hers. Tongues collided, breasts squashed, mons ground together and hands searched, sliding into the front of each others' shorts to find no panties and to both their surprise, hairless pussies. Simultaneously they sighed, feeling the slick wetness that a morning of unspoken desire had brought, and then breaking quickly when they heard Yvette coming back across the landing.

"She'll be here within the hour. I'll go make sure the pool house is ready for Dianne and her."

She turned and left, smiling to herself as she thought about how red-faced they both were and how their wet fingers had glistened in the sun that streamed into the room from the back garden. She felt her own panties begin to get that familiar damp zone, her head now full of the possibilities of a weekend with Alicia. She also felt no guilt at having another woman in her sights having ravished Su earlier that week after the dinner. In fact, her plan was to have them both, together. 

Now the damp zone was awash with her juice as lurid thoughts filled her head on her walk to the pool house. She detoured via her bedroom as another idea came to her. 

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"Hi there!" came the cheery greeting, as Alicia stepped into the Pool House.

"I'm in here," called Yvette. "I could do with your help; I'm struggling to make these beds."

Alicia followed the sound, opening the door to the main bedroom, where Yvette was bending over the corner of the super king size bed trying to attach the corner of the fitted sheet. Her bottom was high in the air and her short pleated tennis skirt had ridden up her back. Beams of light streamed through the large windows like spotlights, illuminating Yvette's firm buttocks and causing Alicia to gasp. She realised her friend had no knickers on. She could see the swollen lips of her sex, pouting between her thighs, only a tiny tuft of blonde hair visible. Her puckered anal ring was visible, pink and inviting to lick; something she had heard about but never tried.

Yvette looked over her shoulder at her and smiled warmly, reacting as if unaware of what she was showing.

"Hi there, I'm so glad you could help. There is a lot to do and it is so hot today that I am roasting."

She stood up, something Alicia regretted as she had become lost in her own fantasy, curious to know more about the sex of another woman and now presented with the opportunity to find out. Her body was responding no matter how much she tried to pretend she did not have her own mother's desires. She'd known for years about Dianne's bisexuality and how only in the last move to the new area had she controlled and curbed it, or so she thought. 

Yvette walked towards her, breasts clearly unfettered behind a thin white tennis shirt; straining and heavy with perspiration. Her hostess was wiping the sweat away over the top of the fabric, but in turn making the cloth stick closer to nipples that were unmistakeably aroused. She pressed up close and kissed her warmly on both cheeks in the continental style.

"Welcome honey. We've sinks and baths and showers and, and, and..."

Alicia found herself holding on, not letting go when she should have; standing slightly dazed. Then she stepped back, looking Yvette up and down and a sinking realisation struck her. Her clothes were unsuitable for the work Yvette was doing.

"Yvette, I-I've made a bit of an error."

"Oh yes? What?"

"I expected we would be standing in the kitchen making canapés or something, so I have not brought anything suitable for clambering over beds or crawling on all fours in the bathroom. These clothes are too expensive to risk with cleaning products, and the ones for this evening are even more so."

"Look honey," said Yvette in the calmest voice she could muster, "we don't need any." And with this she pulled her shirt over her head, then slipped her skirt to the ground. "There, no problem now."

Yvette was inspired. Alicia was mesmerised, standing rooted to the spot but with eyes that roamed Yvette's full breasts, firm flat belly and neatly trimmed snatch. 

"Here, I'll help you," she heard through her own personal fog, and felt the buttons of her blouse release as the cloth no longer strained across her full-bosomed chest. She just stood, letting this happen, unable or unwilling to move but certainly enjoying the release from the constraints. 

She was soon down to bra and panties, the blouse and fitted trousers gone so quickly. She had allowed Yvette to take off her espadrilles, then slip the pants down her long, well-waxed legs. When the naked breasts of her friend pressed close as she reached behind to unhook her balconette brassiere, she felt a tingle of pleasure as their flesh touched and found herself wanting to be naked, desiring that she be freed from the bondage that her clothes now represented. Her nipples hardened, welcoming their freedom.

"My, we are a dark horse," said Yvette as she slipped her fingers into the waist elastic of Alicia's simple cotton knickers, sliding them to the ground whilst never letting her eyes leave their point of focus on her friend's completely smooth mons.

Only then did Alicia make any perceptible movement, to attempt to cover her shaven pussy. She had forgotten completely that she had done that for her boyfriend only a few weeks ago, just before Sandy was sent overseas by his father to study in Prague, and had kept it that way ever since. She gave up the effort of modesty, acknowledging it was too late and giggled at her own naughtiness.




Naked Proposal



"Very nice," said Yvette, softly touching the smooth mons, then letting her finger trail discretely along the slit just above Alicia's clitoris before abruptly moving away. "Yes, very smooth. Maybe you can do me later?"

Was she joking or being serious? Alicia was unsure. What she was positive about, despite the beetroot red she had gone with sudden embarrassment as the enormity of the step taken suddenly sunk in, was the tingling between her legs from that simple touch. She felt her labia moisten, aware of her own scent but also of another, that of Yvette. 

"Right," said Yvette abruptly, sensing the mixed feelings her new partner was experiencing, "we need to get on with the cleaning now we have nothing that can get marked. Follow me."

So for another hour they worked hard, chatted and then finally stopped for a drink, whilst all the time they were completely nude. Neither commented on this but each took any opportunity they could to visually explore the other.

"Here Alicia," said Yvette, gesturing at a large rattan armchair. "Come sit down and talk for a while. I hope that this iced ready-mixed Pimms is OK?"

"Phew, thanks." 

Alicia sat in the chair opposite her new friend. She didn't know why but they had clicked as buddies so quickly and now she found that just looking at Yvette left her hungry with desire. So much lust was generated in her that she deliberately sat with her thighs apart, hoping her host would see the wetness on her full labia and the erect clitoris that had not been hidden behind its hood for almost all of the past 60 minutes.

Now she was settled down, comfortable in the silent eroticism that surrounded them both, Alicia just let her eyes do their blatant exploring. She looked at Yvette's glistening open pussy then let her gaze travel up. Her cleaning partner's breasts heaved with obvious desire, the nipples large and wide, stiff and inviting to be touched. Blue eyes met Yvette's green.

Silence. 

If they had been older, they would have realised that they had created a scene reminiscent of an old soft porn movie, Emmanuelle. They did not have the hanging rattan chairs, nor were they masturbating in front of each other, but their nakedness and curiosity had all the ingredients to make this their own pornographic encounter. What talk did they need? Alicia knew they both wanted to act, but somehow neither could take the first step.

"Hello!" came the call from the poolside. "Hello!"

It was Dianne, walking towards them and now wearing a skimpy bright blue bikini. Her body was magnificent for a woman of her age. Her long legs, flat tummy and full breasts were so well complemented by the cut of the swimsuit that cupped, hugged and covered in ways some might find more erotic than full nudity. Even Alicia, who'd seen her mother naked and clothed in many situations and configurations, was impressed by how the person who had nurtured her for the past eighteen years looked. There was a glow about her.

"Hi! We're in here," called Yvette, ignoring Alicia's sudden pleas that they should get some clothes on before opening the door. In her eyes the magic was broken. She was sure her mother would disapprove and be shocked no matter what her own private history was like. 

Dianne came in to the room, staring first at her daughter and then for what Alicia felt was an inappropriately long time at Yvette. She found herself suddenly feeling jealous and stood up, placing herself between the two women.

"Hi mom," she said, speaking rapidly and with some embarrassment. "Do you like our new maid's outfits?" she added, curtseying, trying to laugh it off. "We got so hot trying to make beds wearing our clothes, and I'd brought the wrong things and..."

"No need to explain. We are all women here," she replied calmly, though her chest was rising and falling rapidly and she could feel her juice begin to flow into her gusset. "Is everything ready now?"

"Yes, I think so," said Yvette, now standing to Alicia's right, her hand lightly pressing into the small of her friend's naked back and her fingers stroking the tops of her buttocks. Both quite tall for women, Alicia's right breast brushed enticingly against Yvette's left. They had subconsciously moved so close to each other. Dianne did not fail to notice. She felt the hardening in her nipples and knew she would have to go and swim to hide the patch of damp in her crotch.

"Good. Alicia, be a dear and get my cases from the car? It's not locked. We are using this pool house for the weekend"

"Ok, I'll just go and put some clothes on."

"No," Dianne replied, almost too quickly. "No," she said quietly, calming herself, "stay naked. The poolman is gay so he is not going to be interested, and there is no need to dress until about 6 O'clock when the guests arrive. You can stay here with Yvette then until it's over or come join us and serve, though if you do you will be in for a shock."

"What do you mean?" Alicia asked, clearly not in the know about the bet.

"Do you mean she's going to do it?" asked Yvette, open-mouthed.

"I am too, darling," replied Dianne, now calm and sedate as she spoke; secretly excited now by the prospect to be whom she always was - an exhibitionist. 

"Wow!" 

"Yvette? Mom? What are you talking about?" 

"Yvette, tell her as you help her with my bags will you? I'm just going to cool off."

The swinging hips that left to dive into the pool sent goosebumps of desire through Yvette. She realised her 'bi-radar' was on maximum. Now she was fantasising about having mother and daughter, especially after seeing her own mom so smitten with this lovely woman. If only she had known that as Dianne swam the first length, so she too was thinking how she might engineer something involving both Chloe and Yvette. Old habits were resurfacing. It was Andrew who would be the obstacle. He may have fucked the boss, but he was so controlling now about what she was able to do. Well, tonight he would have no choice.

"The fucking hypocrite!" she said, to no one in particular; though the pool man looked up from his final task, having heard that same accusation from Angelo, his lover, that very morning. He was itching to get home quickly and sort the argument. Being surrounded by naked and semi-naked women did not help, given what he had just discovered about himself. He hoped that they did not notice the erection that was straining in his shorts. Then he heard the scream of laughter from the direction of the garages.

"No?"

"You kidding me?"

"No, I am not kidding you," said Yvette. "Your mom and mine are going to serve the guests stark staring naked. If they were men it would be' bollock naked' but 'cunt naked' doesn't sound right." She was giggling, though secretly she felt she would like to join them and serve too. If she had asked, she would have found for all Alicia's alleged 'shock' her thoughts were on the same path. Instead, she ordered, "Here, hand me that case."

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It was 5.30pm and all four women were dressed in their finest clothes. Chloe had on a long flowing dress of light green silk, to match her stunning bright green eyes. It was bought on her last trip to Hong Kong and was designed to caress the body, hugging to every curve, crevice and peak. The top was halter style, with a deep cut back to reveal her perfect bone structure and stopped just at the top of her buttocks. There was no room for underwear, being designed for its sensuality and coolness in the heat of the South's hot summers. She felt naked already, the sensation she needed to steel her for the task ahead. Even her shoes were chosen to be as light and unimpeding as possible. They were from Jimmy Choo's, had cost her more than the dress and were green, with fine strands of the softest leather holding her delicate feet.

Dianne too had also chosen a halternecked dress. It was in black and by Gucci, with golden sequins in vertical lines that followed and emphasised her curves. It had cost her $5000 and she knew she was probably only going to wear it for at least an hour, but she was here to impress Chloe, not the other guests. Blue precious stones adorned her ears, cascading on white gold threads, and matched perfectly to her eye colour. Her hair was flowing across her naked shoulders, dark and beautiful. Suicide heels in matching jet black, with tiny details of gold completed the outfit.

"Wow!" Was all Chloe could say. She wanted to fuck her there and then. They had made love so many times that day, finding excuses and leaving the girls with a variety of chores. The sight of the two of them roaming naked had lead the two women to do the same, so temptation had become harder. It was only when the caterers arrived that there was a mad dash to dress in housecoats, get the food out, pay and dismiss the suppliers, and then strip off as quickly as possible again!

Whilst dressing, Yvette had become deeply conscious that she was the only one of the four left with any hair on her cunt. Suddenly she felt odd and asked Alicia to shave her. That had turned into a glorious, heavy petting session, though not full sex. Something was still not right for that, so she had then chosen her outfit with her. 

"What about this?"

It was a pink, floaty dress with a deep slit up the thigh. Her long tanned legs looked so good against the frilled pink satin. Her breasts she had moulded into a long strapless and yet plunging bra, that made them spill out; framed by the low décolletage of the dress. She chose to ignore panties, finding the brassiere necessary because of her large bosom but below looked better without any sign of lines and felt wonderful depilated. Her shoes were in gold, bought when with her mother, and the most expensive she had ever had at $700 but she felt fabulous wearing them. 

"How beautiful you look!" exclaimed Chloe as Yvette joined Dianne and her mother in the hall. "Where is Alicia?"

"Yes, where is my daughter?"

"She will be here any..."

"Hi everyone," Alicia said cheerily as she entered gracefully the large entrance hall.

"Well, I said, 'wow' when I saw your mother but now Dianne you seem to have one stunning rival," Chloe exclaimed, struggling to hide the lust that seemed to be overtaking her body and mind as she stared at the beautiful young woman walking towards them.

Alicia's blue eyes glinted under the chandelier that dominated the hall's ceiling. She was dressed in a long mauve dress with a slit that ran up the front of her left leg, ending only just below the tops of her thighs. There was a glimpse of tiny gold panties each time she took a step. The bodice plunged dangerously and it was clear that only two fine gold chains stopped her breasts from spilling out as they swung free under the fine silk. On her feet were black strappy shoes with a gold inlaid decorative strap across her carefully pedicured and delicate toes. 

Yvette had seen the finished product earlier but was still struggling to stop herself dripping more juice down her legs. Just one long hug before leaving the pool house to cross to the main building had sent her rushing to find tissues and wipe her smooth sex of the telltale fluid. If she had only known how Alicia was feeling, from pure sexual desire to a sense of power that she could have such an impact and create that lust. This was to be a critical moment in her developing sexuality.

The four women stood, waiting silently. There was an unmistakeable charge of sexual energy running between them, giving an aura to the hallway. Each was caught up in their thoughts about the night. Chloe was feeling both an urgency to break away from her label of 'prude' but also scared of whether she could go through with it, no matter how much she loved her husband. 

Dianne was hungry to be herself again and give up the shackles Andrew had imposed on her, despite his bisexual transgressions (she suspected the Chairman was not the first for all his protestations), but was also aware she had a responsibility to her lover to not push Chloe to do something for which she was unready. 

Yvette was hungry too, but for Dianne's daughter and wondering how best to take the next steps. They had heavy petted but it had only been with hands, not mouths on cunts or pussies grinding together. Again, she felt a responsibility not to push too hard but equally wanted her desperately.

Alicia was wondering why Yvette was hanging back. What else did she need to do to show her that she was ready and wanted her to go much further? She had shaved her, given her heavy hints about using toys, even kissed her lightly on the labia when she cleaned off the shaving gel and yet Yvette had not asked her to continue, pushed her head hard onto her cunt or taken charge in any way. Wasn't Yvette meant to be the dominant one since she started this with her exhibitionism in the pool house? She did not know the conventions, but at this moment in time all she could think about was sliding her hand inside that split dress and driving two fingers into her friend's cunt whilst kissing madly that full bosom. It was raw and urgent but she wanted to do it so much. Discovering her bisexuality now left her with confusion about the conventions, if there were any. What was holding them back?

Then the silence was broken as the first of the limousines arrived up the long drive. There was no time to be distracted by their thoughts any more as their 30 or so guests needed meeting, greeting and serving prior to the main meal. 

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The Chairman was the last to arrive, accompanied by his stunning Puerto Rican wife, Maria. She stood silently, smiling. He made no bones about telling everyone that he had saved her from a bordello in Miami when on a fishing trip with some friends. They had been ten days out at sea and caught hardly anything other than the sun and one small shark that they kept for bait. So, they had come back to Miami looking for some excitement and the Chair had suggested they look for a BDSM club.

Maria Delores Garcia had been strung up in the lobby, naked and covered in clothespegs. Each new guest had been invited to add a peg anywhere they wanted. He liked to boast in front of her how he had attached a really strong one to her clitoris, sending her into paroxysms of screaming and kicking. When he recalled this tale at dinners or to guest parties, she would turn to him on cue and kiss him passionately in front of whoever happened to be there whilst rubbing her hand over his ample genitals. Then, as her apparent reward, he would tell her to choose any man or woman whom she thought would be able to satisfy her desires. He would laugh mockingly and arrogantly at her, claiming no one but he could give her the pain and suffering that she needed so badly. He claimed his rescuing of her was an added sadistic thrill because now she was as a submissive denied the regular punishment the bordello offered. 

Chloe knew him to be a dangerous man, quick to test people, and just as fast in dismissing them from both his social group and the Company. He was a sadistic bully, a tyrant who had built his empire on the backs of others' labour, but she was to be his hostess so walked up to him, head high and with as much grace as she could muster.

"Mr Chairman, how lovely to see you and your gorgeous wife," she said, outstretching her hand and curtseying slightly to offer him reverent respect, as well as a good view of her abundant cleavage. She knew his tastes well. Dianne had briefed her that afternoon.

"Hello Chloe, so lovely to see you too, though I have to say you are wearing far, far too much for my liking," he replied, laughing sneeringly but holding her hand gently and giving the palm a sensual rub with his middle finger that sent a ripple of pleasure through his hostess's body. She flushed, on the one hand annoyed at his attempt to humiliate but at the same time aroused by his touch. "Oh I am sure I can remedy that with the correct agreements later," she countered serenely. "I have heard of your bet, but would look for some assurances before meeting your," and she stopped, putting her mouth conspiratorially close to his ear,"desires." 

The Chairman was momentarily thrown by the sensuality of the soft breath of air and the word 'desires' that danced over his ear. He felt his cock stir; already honed by the felatio he had ordered Maria to give him en route. She was now next to him holding that cum in her mouth on his orders, unable to swallow or speak until he commanded. 

"Maria, your husband is so forward isn't he?"

"She cannot speak. Should I tell them why, Maria?"

The Latino woman's eyes darted a look at him of intense pleading. Chloe felt for her. She was being commanded by this man who at once was brute and saviour, sensualist and sadist, all in one. A dangerous person Dianne had said who was best met with strength and unexpected daring.

"I will tell you Chloe. She has been sucking off my cock in the car and now her mouth is full of cum. She knows it is rude to speak with her mouth full and I have ordered her to not swallow and waste it."

"Then there is only one thing to do if she is to speak to me," responded Chloe.

She heard herself say it, and then watched herself do it as if from afar. She walked up to Maria, took her face in her hands, put her own lips to the young woman's beautiful lips and prised them apart with her tongue, forcing it into her mouth. She felt the slimy, slightly bitter liquid transfer as she tipped Maria's head down, having knelt before her shorter guest to receive the sperm by gravity. Then Chloe swallowed, letting it slide into her own throat, not a little aroused by this act; something she loved to do with Tom, when her prudery and flashbacks of childhood guilt didn't make her recoil. Then the two women continued to kiss, allowing Chloe to remove all traces of cum with her tongue and taste the lips of this most beautiful woman. She sensed Maria wanted her, increasing her own feeling of power. Then they broke apart, as if on an unspoken cue.

The Chairman stood there dumbstruck. This was no weak, mealy mouthed woman as others had described her to him. He was impressed and deeply challenged by her strength. He had to break her. It was his mission. His cock sprung up, achingly high in his boxers, obvious against the light trousers of his dinner suit. 

Chloe deliberately wiped the back of her hand across her mouth, smearing her newly applied lipstick that blended with Maria's residue of make-up and drips of cum that had hung to her chin. Her eyes never left his as she asked,

"Maria, how are you?"

"I am fine, Chloe," was the breathless reply.

Maria could not believe what had happened or the strength of this woman whom all the way in the car her husband had been backbiting about. He had said he would get her naked but not give them the money or the board position. She hated his cruelty, but then needed its power when used on her.

"Good," she replied, at last breaking gaze with the Chairman, and gesturing them to join the other guests. "Tom will be back in another hour, something about the programme not running to type in the lab."

"I bet!" said the Chairman, his hand insinuating itself into the back of Chloe's dress and feeling pleased at correctly assessing she had no panties on. She did not react immediately so he kept it there, testing her.

"What do you mean by that sir?" Chloe asked, as unemotionally as she could, while backing slightly onto his hand to entice him and urge him to speak.

"Haven't you seen his two new assistants? He has a beautiful Chinese woman working for him now. I bet he's fucking her like a bunny right this minute. I saw his eyes undress her in the meeting the other day and there seemed to be something between them," he said intent on getting a reaction, hopefully of jealousy. He went on, "and she wears shorter and shorter skirts in the lab. Why, I'll be able to see what colour knickers she has on soon," he said in a mocking and loud voice. "Her tits can't match yours though."




Naked Proposal



Chloe kept her calm, quietly seething with anger at his attitude on the one hand, but then unexpectedly turned on by the thought of Tom fucking another woman. She knew she had to play a long game with this man, whose hand was now parting her legs from behind, sliding over the silk and pushing the fabric between her buttocks as he tried to feel around to her cunt lips. She took hold of the arm and pulled him out even though her sexual self wanted him, however repulsive he appeared to be.

"Now, now, sir. We still do not have any agreement remember, and nothing happens without one. Surely as an ex-corporate lawyer like me you know that?"

He was amazed. None of the other wives or husbands he had tried so far had treated him like this. He was so attracted to her lack of fear, her willingness to challenge, and what he had seen and felt of her body meant he had to have her naked. In fact, he had to have her, fuck her, and possess her. She was his match, powerful and in control. Where was the prude he was told about?

She took her chance. Stretching out her hand to her side, she found the length of his erect cock as the three of them walked to the main party, which was in the downstairs entertainment rooms. She continued holding him and caressing through the soft fabric as they walked. She kept Maria to her other side, holding her protectively around the shoulder and feeling the soft underside of her warm breast against her fingers. The Chairman seemed content to have his arm around Chloe, trying to hold on to some pretence of control. 

She hoped Dianne, Yvette and Alicia would be at the bottom entrance to the lift once they had entered it, as planned. Just before they got to bottom of the shaft and opened the door, she took her hand away from his member, stretched out her arm and pressed the stop button. The lift halted and there was silence from the mechanism. Only the thumping bass from the party could be heard. She turned, pressing her body close to him and leaned in to him saying, "I'm ready to sign the agreement if you are?"

She hadn't expected the sudden grasp of her head and the strong pull of his hand to bring her mouth to his. She had split seconds to decide what to do and made her choice. She let him kiss her, letting go of Maria to allow her arms to encircle him, using her bare thigh to rub against his hardness as his tongue played sensually in her mouth. His hands were like an octopus and she laughed to herself remembering that was his nickname amongst his secretaries, all of whom he had fucked at one time or another. One moment he was squeezing her breast, the next her arse cheeks, the next her naked back, then slipping inside her dress. She pretended to enjoy it but he had the finesse of a buffalo. She felt sorry for Maria who only knew pleasure in one dimension - his. The only subtlety seemed to be his early touch of her hand which suggested he could be trained, or tamed. 

Then she broke away and slapped him.

"How dare you!" she said, keeping her face stern. "We have no agreement yet." 

He was dumbstruck. His cock was hard and aching, his carefully groomed hair a mess, and his wife was standing smirking, knowing that at last he had met his match. She didn't care that he would beat her mercilessly that night. On the contrary, that would be an immense pleasure after all she had learned from this quiet beauty in such a short space of time. In fact, she wished it was Chloe giving the beating. After her rescue from the humiliation of holding his sperm and the bonus of such a loving kiss, she would give her hostess anything; including her husband's best kept secrets.

"Ok, ok," he said, resigned to the fact.

Chloe set the lift going again. At the bottom they met Dianne and the 'girls'. Her friends were carrying a folder, pens and a camera. Also, they were standing by a small desk.

"Ah, thank you ladies," Chloe said, smiling conspiratorially at them. "Mr Chairman, please sign the documents in the folder, if you want that nice solid cock of yours to receive infinite pleasure this evening, and possibly beyond," she added for good measure, though in her mind this was a one-off unless he agreed to some retraining. That is, instruction that would make him into a human being. 

She loved this. It was a battle of power and power isn't something measurable, she knew. It is something that exists in one's head. At that moment, she felt she held the power and not him.

She was right.

The Chairman sat at the desk, reading the carefully worded document that Chloe had drawn up. The clauses were deliberately convoluted and referred to such things as, 'In the event of not delivering the promised rewards relating to the actions resulting from the meeting of the ....and notwithstanding any physical infirmity on the part of Chloe...then failure to deliver will result in a breach of contract. This breach will mean forfeit of all rights and the payment of damages to the sum of $3m. Also..."

As he read it, so the other women crowded round, their breasts promisingly full in their low cut dresses. Chloe knelt beside him, her hand on his thigh with her fingers tantalising his erection with little strokes. Maria stood back, again enjoying seeing his lust removing his reason. He could have backed off, but he wanted Chloe and probably the others too. In fact, that is exactly what they had estimated, as Dianne produced a second document referring to her husband. It was her turn to kneel beside him and remind him of the promise he had made and failed to keep with Andrew, but she was less tentative, grasping his hard cock firmly and insinuating good things but also as a threat.

Remarkably he signed without questioning or even reading the full article, turned to her and said, "I put my whole trust in you to deliver your side of the bargain. I will deliver mine."

"That will be a first," sneered Chloe, taking a harder and less conciliatory tone now she had his signature. "I've heard you are a bastard. However, if you break these bargains then you will need to remember that a woman scorned is a dangerous thing."

Then the fear set in. How was she going to go naked in front of so many people? How particularly before those who would be Tom's fellow directors? The strong squeeze of her hand said that it would be with Dianne's help.

"So, do I get to see your body now?" asked the Chairman, "or do I have to call in my side of the contract and give Tom back his old desk and Andrew his old job too? Be glad to keep my millions but..."

"No," retorted Chloe, sharply, "your agreement stands. I just want to make sure the other guests are prepared for it, including reminding those who were at that meeting when you put out the wager. Sir, come with me."

She pressed a button and the two doors opposite the lift opened. A blast of loud music and the shouts of people talking over it met them. The DJ who was Chloe's step-sister, Leonora, the rebel of the family, had been briefed to turn down the sound as soon as she saw him. She cranked the controls to zero, then took the mike and spoke...

"Ladies and gentlemen," she announced in her best Texan drawl, "your Chairman and guest of honour has arrived. Before we ask him to say a few words, let's hear some applause for the man who has built The Company from nothing into what it is today."

People clapped, knowing that to not do so would be like signing the resignation letter. He may have done what Leonora said, but he had few friends because he was so ruthless. People lived in fear of him, including senior employees who saw him use his power to take to bed anyone he took a fancy to; male or female. Everyone knew of the bet and saw it as normal that now it was Tom and Chloe's turn to be the target. They felt for them, but would enjoy the perversion and corruption of their colleagues all the same. Besides, most in the room had been there too; and many had prospered because of it.

"Hi all!" greeted the Chairman, the echo and feedback on the mike being quickly adjusted by Leonora, who noticed that the Chairman had not looked at her face once. He had however been riveted to her 38DD chest, held back by only a single button on a red leather waistcoat. In turn, she complemented him by staring at the obvious huge erection in his chinos, wondering what it looked and would feel like. He continued, thanking Leonora, "Thanks to this charming woman, and isn't she all woman, for being our DJ this evening." He waited for the applause to die, and then said, "Tonight is a special celebration as two more people are joining the Top Team with the departure of Les Foulks and Isabella Adjani to start the new venture as a sub-company. Now you know that I never select people or offer jobs in conventional ways. I want people who are going to take risks, go the extra mile for me, live on the edge and I like to test that loyalty and motivation in unconventional ways. So, I set a bet that I intend to honour with promotion for Tom Auger and, given the astonishing capability I have just experienced from his wife Chloe, a senior post for her too in Corporate Legal. In addition, I have agreed similarly with Andrew James Stirling and his wife Dianne to honour a promise I made re his promotion. Let it not be said that I do not honour my promises based on my dares ever again. They are tests, make no doubt about it, and to pass means doing some strange things that yes, give me pleasure. That is all I will say for now but have a great evening and make sure you thank our hosts properly in a manner that fits."

The applause was thunderous for such a small but select crowd. The Chairman smiled, passing the mike to Chloe, suddenly feeling unsure what she might say. He knew she had intuitively found his weakness and how to exploit it. Yes, when his dick was in the ascendancy, his brain was between his legs and she had achieved something no one else had; got him to sign an agreement when his hormones were controlling his thinking. The tough man image was in danger unless she was controlled too.

"Attention everyone!" Chloe spoke as clearly and as carefully as she could muster, given she was shaking inside thinking about what she was about to do. There was silence. She continued. "Tonight is an unusual night for us all, but me in particular. Most of you probably know me as a sober, slightly prudish person, who cocoons her daughter from the realities of the world, including sexual ones. Well, I have taken on the Chairman's challenge because I believe in my husband, his capability, and the opportunities for this Company. I'm flattered and honoured that should I take this challenge I am to have a top job too. Now my lovely daughter Yvette is old enough to fend for herself I will certainly take up the offer, Mr Chairman." She turned and smiled at him, noting though that his eyes were still locked on Leonora's bosom, and then continued again. "For those who do not know it - and I doubt that is anybody given how quickly the Company grapevine works - the bet requires me to serve you all your dinner, but I must be completely nude for the duration." She paused, taking in the fake gasps of shock and some real moans of pleasure, waiting for absolute silence. She continued, "In turn, your Chairman will give Tom a seat on the board and $1m dollars. If he reneges on the bet then we receive compensation of thrice that number. Also there is a corresponding agreement for Dianne who has agreed to support me by being nude herself for the duration of the meal. I thank her for her kindness. She has proven over the last days to be a rock for me to stand on in times of doubt. There is no more to say, other than have a good time, dress as you see fit as the night progresses (join me nude if you wish) and here's to a prosperous future for the Company."

The applause was as loud if not louder than for the Chairman. No one had dared to make a speech like that and acknowledge what was going to happen. Before it was just left undiscussed. Now the agreement was a legally binding one. Suddenly the party had a new edge.

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Dianne and Chloe disappeared upstairs where Alicia and Yvette were playing a computer game; laughing and joking as if they had been friends for a long time. They were dressed only in housecoats, much to Chloe's surprise.

"Girls, aren't you joining the party?"

"Yes mom, we are," replied Yvette

"Then don't you think you better get dressed again and mingle with the guests?"

"Yes, we'll mingle, but we have decided we are going to join you serving first - naked."

"W-what?" stammered Chloe, shocked by the suggestion that everyone, including the lecherous Chair and their own fathers, would see their girls completely nude.

"Yes, mom. I'm an adult now and I make this choice to support you. Besides the more who are nude the harder it is for the clothed to feel normal. I read a site on the internet that supports that view.

"I don't care what the view is, you are not..."

Then she gasped, as Alicia dropped her robe off her shoulders. She was reminded again how stunning she looked nude. If she was to see this beauty like this, then she had to let her daughter do it too.

"Alicia! You are such a darling," Dianne said, walking over to her daughter and kissing her lightly on the lips. "Thank you for showing your solidarity. Chloe, Yvette, come on we have to follow her example and quickly before any of us lose our nerve. Will you undress me Chloe?"

Neither of the young women missed the look of blatant lust that showed on Chloe's face. She dashed rather than sauntered over, eager to see her lover naked again. Yvette took her chance.

"Mum? You're not such a prude after all are you?"

Chloe opened her mouth to deny it, then changed her mind. She turned Dianne around and kissed her passionately on the lips, delighting in her lover's reciprocal passion and feeling the silky gown slide off her friend's shoulders and slither gracefully to form a pool around her feet.

"I guess that is a 'no'," giggled Yvette, delighted that her mum was now being so experimental and open, as well as seeing with pleasure the beautiful body of her mother's friend. Then she turned to Alicia, taking her face in her hands and planted a hard, hungry kiss on her lips, broke away and said eagerly, "And I am so glad because I want your daughter so much, Dianne."

"Take her," came Dianne's breathless reply. "I don't want her to miss a moment of pleasure in her life; like I intend to have with your mother, and hopefully your father too, if Chloe approves?"

She felt the slight release of Chloe's grip, then as if having second thoughts, a firmer, more passionate embrace and a slight moan. Yes, she was going to enjoy this family. Would Yvette pleasure her too, she wondered? Or vice versa.

It took only a few moments before all of them were naked. There was a surprising lack of nervousness but a good deal of sexual tension. They wanted each other so much that the party seemed like an annoying interruption to their own personal event. 

"When this has finished," whispered Dianne, "I am going to lick your pussy 'til my tongue aches and your cunt can take no more."

"Then we better hurry up," said Chloe in sultry tone... "You can leave your hat on," blasted out the speakers as Leonora, on cue, saw them enter the room. Even on this most unshockable of women, her mouth dropped as she had never expected to see both mothers and daughters naked. 

The guests stood astounded. Not only was Chloe naked, but they had the visual treat of Dianne, Yvette and Alicia all walking confidently into the room without a stitch on. The only compromise had been that they all wore very high heeled strappy shoes that pushed out their hips and pubises, all perfectly shaven. 

The chairman, whose hand had been wandering under the skirt of his new PA, stood to applaud. He was beginning to warm to his new honesty, not feeling at all inclined to welch on the deal. Plus, he fancied corrupting the cute daughter, Yvette. He quickly assessed that she was a fiery and adventurous soul. Maria had squeezed his hand hard when she met her, a sign that she wanted her too; though he had no intention of pleasing her that much. He wanted to part the girl's cunt with his large cock, not see it done by an artificial prick. 

On cue, Leonora stopped the music.

Chloe raised her hand, beckoning her guests. 

"Ladies, Gentlemen and, of course, Mister Chairman, dinner is served. Please follow me up the stairs to the dining room where we will wait on your every need."

"Is that a promise, Chloe?" the Chairman asked.

"Oh yes Mister Chairman, a deal is a deal." she replied simply, giving him a none-too-subtle wink.

He leered back, his mind racing with the possibilities, then walked swiftly up behind her grasping her arse with cruel fingers and forcing into the smooth crack that showed so readily between the pouting sex. He had to have his cock deep in there. She had to feel his dominating power and crave it.

Chloe found herself curiously drawn to the cruelty of his actions, wondering why she had just experienced pleasure laced with a modicum of pain. She at once detested him and yet did want him to do something Tom would never dream of doing; force his demands on her. ______________________________________

The table was long, baronial style and in a dark stained oak. The chairs were again in the same oak, with soft leather cushioned seats. Two chairs with arms, known as carvers, had been placed at each end so that the main guests could be seated next to each other. Name plates gave instructions as to where people were to sit and Chloe had been careful to ensure that those she knew feared the Chairman were placed away from him. She did not take a place, knowing that for the duration of the feasting she would need to be attentive to his needs at all times. Dianne had agreed to do the same, but put the two girls together at the far end as their representatives for the meal. Their decision to go naked had made this decision more important. She did not want the Chairman's hands, or worse, to wander anywhere near her treasured girl or Chloe's.

"Chloe!" exclaimed the Chairman, his hand taking hers and pulling her naked body close to him, "You have not put yourself next to me. I don't need this slut anywhere near me," he said, taking a sneering look at Maria. 

Chloe, calm and regal in spite of her nudity, replied in a strong but jaunty tone, "That's fine. If the slut doesn't please you then we need to find someone who will. I am too busy with the hostess's role to sit down, sad to say, but I have an idea."

She strutted off in her heels down the table, then leaned to whisper in the woman's ear. There was an eager nod of approval. Chloe stood up, turned and smiled, saying, "It is organised. Leonora will be your companion for the night. I am sure that will be to your liking." She did not wait for the reply. "Maria, come and sit here and meet some of the Company team. I am sure the lovely Celine and her dashing husband Antonio will look after you?"

The two guests smiled back at her, giving her an approving nod and seeming pleased to be rescuing Maria from her overbearing husband. They had once performed a sex act for him in the middle of a restaurant to secure Celine's promotion to senior buyer. How had he known her desire to be an exhibitionist, or Antonio's bisexuality? However, her husband had found the Chair a crude fuck who needed to be taught that time was needed for a successful and mutually satisfying experience. However, what he lacked in the sex department the Chairman made up for in his uncanny insights. He seemed to have a knack of revealing true needs.

They watched him intently as his eyes undressed the voluptuous Leonora and strong hands gestured for his new companion to sit close to him. She in turn had increased the sway of her hips and walked tall, emphasising the otherwise unfettered and full breasts that strained at the leather top from behind that single fastening. The Chair knew that with a quick flick of his fingers that button would burst, spilling the contents that he guessed would be magnificent to bury his face between. How brazen would she really be for all the claims Tom made for her wild, sexual behaviour? Her brother had of course been telling the stories out of shock and concern, not realising that his conversations had been taped for the Chair's delectation by his previous PA. 




Naked Proposal



"Well, sir, thank you for sitting me next to lil o'l you," she drawled softly, giving her long hair a shake as she sat next to him, and shifting her chair a little closer to him as she did to ensure he was enticed by the swell of her fine, heaving breasts. She crossed her long legs, letting her already short leather skirt ride high on her smooth tanned thighs. 

He could smell her perfume, heady and exotic. This was a woman who dressed for sex, oozed sexuality and practiced what she preached. She was wild in all but name, such a prissy moniker for such a sexy woman. Just like her sister he mused as his eyes took in the expanse of DJ flesh now so blatantly on offer as his cock strained behind his pants. Oh, how he wanted her and was determined to get her. Somehow Chloe held no interest as his hard shaft dictated the direction of events.

"I am delighted to have your company," he said, meaning every word spoken in a gravely, unmistakably lustful voice.

"And I would be delighted to have your Company," she said, laughing, the ambiguity of the statement not missed by the Chairman or those closest to them who laughed nervously. 

"Play your cards right and I may give you a share," he replied, never letting his eyes leave their gaze on the swell of her formidable breasts.

"But what about the competition?" she purred. "Surely they take all the interest? Or are you going to keep some deposits for me?"

His cock pulsed involuntarily. He liked the way she played with words and the seductive tone of her voice; not to mention the opening and closing of her thighs in the microscopic skirt that enticed and promised what delights surely lay between those firm dancer's thighs.

"Oh, there is no competition for you. I would wipe it all out just to ensure your share, and as for the deposits..."

"Well, honey," Leonora said, her hand reaching out to lightly stroke his thigh, "I would not wish to takeover."

"No?" he asked, almost disappointed.

"No, I think that shares are fun whereas sole ownership means no variety. Don't you think?"

She looked at him with eyes that seemed to dance with fire, arousing him beyond measure. If he only knew how her panties were soaking, so much so she wanted to take them off and feed his wide, beautiful mouth with them. Could he not see her teats straining at the top? They in truth wanted each other. Maria was forgotten, Chloe forgotten, Yvette and Alicia mere vague memories. No, the Chairman had eyes for only one person now and she felt the same. 

He leaned to whisper to her, noting that she was making the same move towards him. 

"I want to fuck you right now!" they said to each other, smiling almost dementedly at how simultaneously they had expressed their raw passion.

They laughed, long and hard, noting that most of the people nearest to them looked decidedly uncomfortable. The words had clearly come out as a stage whisper. However, two had reacted differently. He had missed nothing.

"Well?" thundered the Chairman, with laughter and lust battling for supremacy in his eyes, "don't you ever want to just fuck your husband on the spot, Joanna?"

His eyes darted between the two young accountants, seeing a flash of fiery lust that was quickly extinguished as both the Chair and his new companion stared piercingly at them. 

Silence. 

They continued to stare.

"Well, Joanna? Give us an honest answer! Tell me."

She blushed a bright shade of pink, a bead of perspiration dripping from her forehead.

Silence. The patch of damp in her panties spread rapidly as the imagery and the desire to just that filled not only her brain but translated into signals that spread over her petite body.

The Chair stood, thumping the table and making all the other guests who were chatting loudly, many pretending to not notice the altercation, look down the table. There was silence all around them.

"Yes," she blurted out, at once scared and at another thrilled and relieved to confess her sexual desires. "Yes Mister Chairman, I have wanted to fuck him. Yes, to fuck him in public, across a table like this, my cunt wide open, my hands tied behind my back, him using his thick cock to plunge into my soaking hole. Yes, yes." She was panting, excited, feeling relieved to let out honestly the fantasy that had lain in her head since they had wed only weeks before. A secret she thought could never be shared, but was now no longer.

Leonora was watching her husband, seeing a man both surprised but unmistakably aroused. His trousers looked like a tent. He was licking his lips over and over. There was surprise but no anger, no embarrassment even. He didn't seem to notice the silence around him, with his whole focus reflecting on what his beautiful wife had just said. Yes, Gerald was so aroused to find her sharing a fantasy he had had since his teens and that she clearly had too.

The Chairman called over his hostess.

"Chloe, come here!"

Chloe, now feeling so comfortable naked, walked seductively towards him. She loved all the eyes following her movements, knowing that there were both men and women who wanted her or at least admired her. She deliberately accentuated her hip movements like a model, simultaneously ensuring her breasts swayed alluringly. Only one thing distracted her from her pleasure. Tom and Andrew had yet to show up, something that puzzled her given the Chair's three-line whip on attendance for the top team and their juniors.

"Do you have some rope?"

"Rope? Why sure Mr Chairman. I have bought metres of it for the guests to use. Can I ask what it is for?" She asked innocently enough but knew that they were not going to play tug-o-war with it.

"Go get it," he commanded sharply. "And bring a sharp knife or scissors."

"Yes sir," she said, finding herself more than willing to meet his manly command. She felt his power and instead of loathing it as she was expecting herself to do, she found she wanted him to be powerful and dominate.

"Joanna," he said softly, looking piercingly into the young accountant's eyes, "take your clothes off."

"W-what?" exclaimed Gerald, then quietened himself, still aroused so much that he could not hold the pretence of shock. Nor could he easily stand as his hard cock pressed urgently against his neatly pressed trousers.

"Thank you sir," she said, relieved to be given permission by someone else to do something that was clearly her greatest desire.

"You may not thank me yet," the Chairman replied, menacingly. 

She quietened, at once fearful but unable to forget the seeping arousal between her thighs.

She stripped, taking off the fine green silk gown she had worn. Her small breasts heaved with excitement behind a pretty cream satin bra but her hand covered the soaking matching panties.

There was nervous applause, as if the other guests were signalling not only desire but support.

"Put your hands above your head," instructed the Chairman, whose own crotch clearly showed arousal. This was something Leonora had not been able to miss and was her indicator that he meant to use this couple to satisfy his own desires; if only in the short term. Her excitement grew at the prospect, wondering when she would be next on his list of targets or if she would be invited to participate. She knew her own panties must look like Joanna's, though at this point in time she did not have the piercing eyes of the Chair staring in that direction.

"Mmmmmm..what is that damp patch in your knickers little girl?" the Chair asked, clearly sensing that this one thing embarrassed her more than her nakedness. She was uncomfortable with her own juice dripping and staining her panties. It was so perverse that being almost naked was less shameful and more exciting, yet her own natural excretions shamed her. 

"Oh she has never liked her own cunt juice, Sir," blurted Gerald, "She sees it as disgusting stuff and makes me wash my face after licking her. She says only lesbians lick their own cunt juice. How ridiculous!"

The Chairman smiled at him, smiling to himself that his intuitions were right. He was seldom wrong. No only over Chloe and Dianne had he not got things right, but then he would rectify that soon, very soon.

Chloe arrived with the rope.

"Joanna, you slut." He said, in a soft and silky voice. "Put your hands behind your back. Chloe, tie her up really tight. Fuckslut, do not move or I will have to just come over there and do the job myself. "

His voice was always calm but insulting with only a few words. He had decided she would have her fantasy fulfilled but there had to be a price. Humiliation. He knew she needed it.

"Joanna, is it true what Gerald is saying?" the Chair asked, almost innocently.

"N-no, ah, yes Sir." 

Her head was bowed, eyes as if inspecting the hard nipples of her firm little breasts. There was a childlike innocence to this young bride, something that The Chairman found both endearing and something he wanted to break. Though she knew her desires in one plane, she was naïve in others. By the end of the night she would know a good deal more.

"She is tied now, Sir."

"Good. Give your Chairman a kiss before you leave us."

Chloe hesitated, but only briefly. Just like Leonora she had noticed his beautiful mouth, especially when he smiled. One small kiss was all he asked, wasn't it? She stepped forward, leaning out so that her breasts swung freely, a sensation she was growing to love, but he would have difficulty touching much of her body. How wrong she was.

She felt the sudden pain as his hands darted out, catching her hard nipples brutally. He pulled her to him by the pain-filled teats, then covered her mouth with his and forced his tongue deep into her. Chloe let out a stifled but heart-felt cry of pain, but her body was signalling pleasure, wanting more of the cruelty as he mashed his lips so forcefully against hers and she felt herself responding more and more instinctively to his lust. Cries turned to deep moans. She found she wanted more hurt of her nipples and more, much more of his sensual kisses that were so powerful. The trickle of juice down her inner thigh thrilled not shamed her. Chloe felt so alive with this powerful man. Then she was dismayed as he pushed her away, gesturing her to see to her other guests,

He knew it. He was always right. Just as he knew that both Joanna and Leonora were his adoring slaves for the taking, so the now forlorn Chloe was his to dominate and abuse. He would however save the DJ for later, much later with his wife, and Chloe he might leave to another day. For now it was Joanna who needed his help.

"Gerard, go slip her panties off her."

The young husband was there in a flash. There was clearly a strong desire in this man to see his wife humiliated and publicly on display. Jo's eyes darted towards him, giving a confused message of shock, pleading and yet a brief sparkle of lust. 

He held her panties triumphantly in his hands, instinctively wanting to lift them to his nose to savour the aroma he found so beautiful but that she seldom let him share. 

"Do they smell good?" asked the Chairman, guessing Gerard's desires and in that question giving him the permission his wife would never have offered.

He lifted them to his nose, turning the creamy gusset to the outside. He inhaled and sighed, a deep sigh of pleasure.

"I take it from that that they do," the Chairman said simply, then continued. "Gerard, turn the gusset to face your wife's lips. Joanna, extend your tongue."

Both did as they were ordered, though Joanna seemed unable to extend her tongue far.

"I said stretch out your tongue, slut."

An extra inch emerged from the now beetroot red face. She was mortified, knowing what was to happen. Fearing it, but fearing the Chairman more. She loved her job, she loved Gerard. She had to learn to be different for both their sakes. This man had power. It oozed from him as much as cunt juice oozed incessantly from between her legs.

"Gerard, offer her the gusset and you, whore, lick."

And she did. Fear driving her obedience, yet finding as she licked that the sweet scented cum now had a pleasance to it that she had never observed before. Past the slightly slimy texture that reminded her of oysters was a sweet subtle bouquet and flavour that aroused her slowly but surely. Her nipples, already hard from the pleasure of her public bondage and the perverse sense of humiliation now ached painfully as if they could take no more. As for her cunt, it was on fire, soaking her yet unable to put out the flames that lapped at her labia and clit. In fact, as she licked, so her whole body seemed to be awash with mixed feelings of lust and yet deep humiliation, blushing all over and yet wanting more of this.

"Enough!" shouted the Chairman, pushing Gerard away roughly. He had detected the change and was now in for the kill. "Leonora, take off your panties this instant and offer them up to this slut."

Leonora could not hide her eagerness. The simple black lacy panties were off in seconds, with no show of modesty. She deliberately raised her skirt high, leaving the tight leather skirt to drop back slowly as her tiny tuft of pubic hair invited the Chair to make further inspections. He could not fail to see the double piercing through her more than well-sized clitoris. 

To her disappointment he appeared to not notice anything as she did what she was told. After she had completely cleaned them of every trace of the DJ's cum juice, so he shouted an order:

"Ladies around this table. you are to give your panties to Chloe, your hostess, who will collect them for me and pass them to Leonora this sweet woman here whom I intend to fuck senseless at some stage in the future."

Loenora found it hard to hide her disappointment. This scene was driving her wild. She wanted him now. Not only did she want him but she was hungry to have the tongue that had snaked so sensuously over her knickers slipping and sliding into her now completely soaked cunt lips. She had noticed quite quickly how the slut was getting more and more eager for the taste of another woman, so why not her?

Chloe was amazed how quickly the women obeyed. Even more so when she saw how not one pair of panties was dry. Two women smiled and shrugged, indicating that they were naked under their haut couture. However, their scents amalgamated with the heady mix emanating from the growing pile of panties, like an expensive perfume. It was such a natural aphrodisiac and impulsively she wanted to taste them, just as much as she sensed the once-reluctant Joanna now wanted to do.

She walked down the length of the table, carrying the pile of delicate garments that only minutes before had wrapped and held the cunts of at least 15 women. There was silence in the room, leaving only the rhythm of her high heels tapping on the oak floor. She sensed every pair of eyes following her, taking in her sashaying hips as their nostrils filled like hers with the scent. She imagined her tongue parting every set of sex lips. For this once-prude, it was thrilling.

"Ah, well done ladies," the Chair said with genuine praise. "Gerard, you are to stand there and feed her these one by one." Then he turned to Joanna and said, "You can thank me for this privilege. The scent and taste of a woman is the Eighth wonder of the world. How dare you be afraid of it or mock it. From now on, you are to place a teaspoon into your cunt every morning and savour your own juice. At night, Gerard is to fuck you hard with a dildo and you must lick it clean to his satisfaction. Only when he is happy that there is no longer your cunt smell on it should you place it back in your bedside drawer. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," she replied, again ashamed and yet thrilled by the prospect of what was she had to do. Although her mother's words told her this was disgusting (screamed at her when she was caught masturbating and had licked her fingers, unaware of the matronly-like woman staring open-mouthed at her bedroom door) and her brain was in conflict between humiliation and desire, she was delighted to serve her husband; as well as obey this man whose power oozed into every pore of her being. 

"Just think," said the Chairman, "once you have tasted them all I am going to make you go to each woman and find out which panty belongs to whom. So, as you savour their bouquets, so you may want to remember which you liked best." He winked, knowing that he had had yet another triumph in his pursuit of perversion.

And so began both the education and humiliation of Joanna, whose husband earnestly and lovingly fed his bound woman the scent and juice of cunts so various in their perfume, so different in their tastes.

TO BE CONTINUED...