0 comments/ 29761 views/ 1 favorites The Sales Associate Ch. 05 By: dlsloan PART 5: LET'S MAKE A DEAL Torston's office was behind the check-in counter and had a large oak desk, a long conference table, two large screens mounted on the wall – one which showed various images from the gym and the other which was a standard TV. Oh, the pussy he could watch in here once those new machines came in! He offered them some beverages and motioned for them to sit down at the conference table. "OK, I'm in," Torston said. "I'll order three of every machine you have, but if you want me to pay full price, I'm going to need something in return." "Like what?" Martin asked. Torston didn't answer, just looked at Holly. "Sorry," Martin said, "that's not an option." "Come on," Torston said. "She's practically naked already and her pussy's so wet, she clearly needs to be fucked. You can't tell me she puts this show on everywhere and doesn't fuck anyone to make a sale." "I don't," Holly said. "I'm a one-cock woman, Mr. Torston." "Really?" "Yep, I figure if I have the best already, why settle for anything less?" "I see," Torston said. "And this old guy here is the best? You've had less cock than I would've guessed." "I give her all she needs," Martin said smugly. "All right, all right," Torston said, holding up his hands. "I get it. You don't fuck anyone else. How about this, then? Martin, you fuck her right here while I watch. She jacks me off on her tits. Give me that, and I'll make sure you both look very good to your bosses." "Deal," Martin said. "Let's do it," Holly smiled. "I want to see her suck your cock and then I want you to fuck her right her on this table," Torston said, already pulling off his clothes. Holly knelt in front of Martin and pulled his cock out of his trousers, quickly inserting it in her mouth. She sucked and licked, feeling him harden in her mouth. "Suck him good, bitch," Torston said. "Deep throat him. You can deep throat, right?" Holly didn't answer, but simply swallowed Martin's entire cock in an effortless motion that told Torston she had done it many times before. "Lick his balls," Torston said. He was tugging on his cock, resisting the urge to wrap it in her silky blonde hair and jizz all over her. Holly licked and sucked Martin's balls, feeling them move in her mouth as they churned, cooking up another batch of warm, salty semen. "Fuck that pussy," Torston said. Holly stood up and laid back on the conference table, putting her legs over Martin's shoulders again. He stood over her and buried his cock inside her, sinking it in to the hilt. Torston put his head right on her pussy mound, watching the fucking action up close, smelling her pussy, listening to the squishing sound as cock fucked pussy fast and hard. He straddled her on table and Holly began stroking his shaft, tugging on it as he filled his hands with her tits, which jiggled back and forth with every thrust from Martin. When he couldn't take it any more, he let out a yell and splattered Holly's ample breasts with several wads of thick, creamy sauce. "Yeah, take it you hot little bitch," he grunted. "Oh yeah, you're so fucking hot!" As Torston rolled off the table, Martin pulled out of Holly's pussy and added his own load to Martin's, forming a creamy pool of cum all over and in between Holly's tits. Martin then offered her his cock and she cleaned it for him while Torston watched. Then, just to seal the deal, Holly lifted one breast, then the other to her mouth and licked off as much of the cum mixture as she could. Torston's jaw dropped open as he watched her lick and swallow both loads with a smile on her face. "Hell, did I say three?" he asked. "Give me four of everything you got." The Sales Associate Ch. 06-07 PART 6: AIRPORT DELAYS The deal with Torston had gone like so many others. Martin's connections and Holly's presentation were a dynamic combo that seldom failed. A few self-righteous clients had acted insulted and kicked them out, but three out of every four were more than ready to deal, usually bartering for a hand-job, striptease of fuck-show like Torston had. Not once had Holly been asked to do more than that -- at least not yet. She feared the day was coming and wasn't sure how she would react. Yes, she understood that every signal she sent out was that she was a slut and while she didn't recoil at that label, she also didn't want to embrace it to the point of participating in gang bangs, either. At least right now, she was a slut for one man whom she knew she could trust for the most part. And, despite his eagerness to show her off, Martin was far too jealous and protective to ever share her willingly. Hell, even swallowing Torston's cum had been her own idea, not his. No, Martin wasn't problem. The problem was Josky. There was something about him that Holly didn't trust, though she didn't know why. He had been up front about her duties on the job and had made no bones about what her role was. But he was all about the bottom line and, the fact was, as well as they were doing, if Holly put out, sales could probably be doubled. Holly knew it and, if she knew it, so did Josky. Sooner or later the order would come from Josky to go from slut/tease to all-out whore. That, she knew deep down, would be her last day on this job. She just hoped she was wrong about Josky. "I better call Josky and tell him the good news," Martin said as they drove toward the airport. He was smiling broadly. A good fuck and a big sale always put him in a good mood. "You were great, babe. Nice touch, eating all the cum. I think Torston just about shot another wad in his pants when you did that." "Thanks," Holly said. "I just wanted to make sure he had something to remember when we come back in a couple months." Martin's phone rang. "Hello? Oh, hello, sir," he said. "I was just getting ready to call you." "Yes sir," Martin said as Holly listened to half the phone conversation with Josky. "You saw the contract? Thank you, sir. Holly was a real pro. "Oh, OK, sir. We sure will. We'll see you then." Martin hung up the phone. "Well?" Holly asked. "We're heading to Vegas next," Martin said. "Vegas? I thought we were going to Seattle." "Change of plans. They want us to present at a health and fitness convention there. There must be some pretty high-stakes players. Josky's going to meet us there. Our tickets are waiting for us tonight and he's going to fly in tomorrow. He's having our equipment shipped directly there, so I guess we'll have a display to demonstrate." "Wow!" Holly said, her pussy tingling a little at the thought of performing her routine not for a dozen or so people, but literally hundreds or thousands. "This is huge. Do you think we'll get in trouble -- you know, too racy?" "Hell, it's Vegas," Martin said. "They see racy every day. Speaking of racy, grab that bag in the back seat. I've got something new to try." Holly reached in the back seat for a small plastic bag and pulled out two strings of round metal balls. She knew very well what these were -- anal beads. There were three balls on each string -- one set was gold, the other silver, but otherwise they were identical. She had used these many times. This was hardly something "new". Reading her thoughts, Martin said, "Just put one up your pussy and the other up your ass. Trust me." After the sales demonstration, Holly had changed into short, pleated pink skirt, a pink thong, a white tube top and pink stilettos. Her hair was in a pony tail and she wore a pink choker around her slender neck. She spread her legs and easily slid the three gold beads one by one into her moist pussy until only about a quarter inch of string hung out. "Better lube these up," she said, holding up the silver strand and one by one plopping them into her mouth, covering them in her warm saliva. Then, she shifted her weight toward the passenger door, lifting her ass off the seat as she slowly stuffed the balls up her ass. She still didn't know what was going on, but she wasn't complaining. She liked the feel of both holes being full, the balls snug in their respective tunnels, yet still jiggling enough with every bounce of the car to provide some interesting sensations. Holly's nipples began to harden underneath the white tube top and she felt her clit becoming engorged. "Very good," Martin nodded. "Feel OK?" "Oh yeah," Holly said. "You know I like these." "I can tell," Martin said. "We've got about 10 minutes before we get to the airport. Go ahead and have some fun if you want." Holly didn't waste another second. She immediately put her right hand on her snatch and started rubbing it through the thong, playing with that swelling clit. Her left hand went to her nipples, which ached with pleasure as she rubbed and squeezed them. She moved her thong aside and rubbed her exposed clit harder, running her fingers in small, fast circles, pussy cream leaking out to provide warm lubrication. She knew Martin was enjoying the show and she didn't care a bit. In fact, that was a big part of the fun. It turned her on to know he was watching, wishing he was fucking her right then, dreaming, no doubt, about what he would do to her in the hotel room tonight. She bucked her hips off the seat and grabbed her pussy with both hands, rubbing it vigorously. Her eyes were closed, head back, mouth open. She felt the car come to a stop, but nothing was going to stop her now. She jammed away on her throbbing clit, finally climaxing in a series of gasps and whispers, her pussy flooding her thong and the car seat with sweet cream. "Oh, that was so good!" she moaned, slowly opening her eyes to see they were stopped at a red light. Something caught her attention to her right and she looked to see a large passenger van next to her and dozens of eyes peering at her, fingers pointing. She noticed the side of the van said "Blackwood High School" and realized that it was probably some sort of school athletic team on their way to a game. She wasn't sure how much they saw, but it was obvious from their ogling eyes, open mouths, pointing fingers and lewd gestures that they had seen plenty. Maybe they had spotted her even before they reached the light. Who knew? Just the thought of a dozen or so horny guys watching her was turning her on all over again. As they started to pull away from the light, she turned to face the van and pulled her top down, revealing her first-class tits to the students and driver, who swerved and nearly hit them. "I think they've seen enough," Martin laughed, tapping the accelerator and pulling onto the exit lane for the airport. "Do you want me to keep these beads in, or was that what you had in mind?" Holly said, secretly hoping she could keep them in. "Oh, that was just a side benefit. No, what I have in mind is still to come," Martin said. "You'll see soon enough." They parked and Holly got out of the car, readjusting her tube top and thong, putting herself back together. She got the usual stares and whistles as they walked into the airport. Her nipples were still hard and quite visible to anyone within a few feet and anyone lucky enough to be behind them was treated to glimpses of her perfectly round ass as her skirt flipped up with every step. They checked in and found out their flight was leaving in an hour. With no time to waste, they headed toward their gate, finding the usual long line to get through the security scanners. Holly had been through a million of these and it was all routine. Usually, the security guys made comments or took a few extra looks as they checked her through, but it was nothing more than what every other guy in the airport was doing. She was used to that. So, she wasn't the least bit nervous as they approached the gate, but she noticed Martin smiling nervously and could tell he was excited about something. Suddenly, it hit her. Metal balls inside her ass and pussy. Of course! She would set off the alarm and they would have to wave the wand over her. And when they realized where it was coming from ... Holly smiled and nodded at Martin, letting him know she had figured it out. "Just stay with me," she said. Martin went first, passing through with no problem, then turning to wait for her. She stepped through the gate, noticing the large, middle-aged security guard's eyes bulge as got an eyeful of her. The alarm sounded and Holly could have sworn she heard the man say "Yes!" under his breath. "Ma'am, please step over to the side," he said, motioning to his left. Martin stepped over to. "Just stand with your hands at your sides, feet together," the guard said. Holly did and he waved the wand over her, up and down both sides, then down her front -- he seemed to take a long time at her chest -- and her back. "OK, ma'am," he continued, "please spread your feet a little for me." She did, opening her legs. He ran the wand between her thighs and the wand beeped. "Give her a cavity search!" someone suggested. "I'll find it!" someone else offered. The guard just smiled. This was turning into the best day of his career. "Ma'am, I'm going to have to perform a cavity search. Would you please come with me?" "What's the problem, sir?" Martin said, stepping in with the proper air of concern in his voice. "Just routine, sir," the guard replied. "Is the lady with you?" "Yes," Martin said. "OK. Would you like to come with me, please." He led them to a door just across the concourse from the security station and took them inside a small room with a bare table, four chairs and no windows. "Please have a seat," he said. "I have to call for a second guard. Normally, we would have a female present in the room, but Jackie called in sick today. I'll see if I can find someone from one of the airlines, if you like, but it might take some time." "No, that's all right," Holly said. "As long as Martin's here, I trust you." "Thank you, ma'am," the guard said. "I'll just call Bobby in. My name's Nate, by the way. We'll try to make this quick and get you out of her as soon as possible. I'll be right back." Nate left the room, locking it behind him, and called Bobby on his walkie talkie. "Bobby, man, you got to get over her for a cavity search. Trust me, you don't want to miss this one. Hey, make sure the tape is running on the security camera. This will be worth watching later." Nate went back in the room and waited for Bobby. Bobby 38, 10 years younger than Nate, but they had worked together for nearly 15 years and were pretty good friends. Bobby was going to owe him one after this. When Bobby came in, he tried to hide his excitement at the sight of Holly, but it was no use. Holly glanced at Martin, trying to hide his smile, knowing that so far this had gone exactly as he'd hoped. "OK, ma'am," Nate said. "Do you have any idea why the metal detectors keep going off? Can you think of anything that might be causing it? Are you pierced, um, anywhere that could be causing this?" "No, I have no idea why this is happening," Holly said innocently. "Can't you just take my word for it? I mean, look at me, do I look like a terrorist to you?" "No, ma'am," Bobby laughed. "You sure don't. But it's regulations. You understand, right?" "Not really," Holly said. "This is ridiculous!" Martin said, feigning anger. "Sir, calm down," Nate said. "We'll have you and your daughter out of here in a few minutes." "She's not my daughter," Martin said, a gleem in his eye. When Nate raised his eyebrow in a questioning glance, Martin just nodded and smiled. "Sorry, sir," Nate said. "Well, we'll have you and your ... uh ... you and the lady out of her as soon as possible. We'll get you on your plane in time. Now, ma'am, I know it's not comfortable, but if you would be so kind as to lay back on the table and just kind of let your legs hang off the end ... yes, that's it. Bobby..." Bobby took the cue and gently pulled Holly's legs apart, revealing her pink thong. Now, Holly knew why Martin had had her pull it up between her pussy lips before they came in. She heard Bobby gasp, starting to breath hard. "Ma'am," he said, voice shaky, "I have to remove your panties." "OK," Holly said. She felt his hands run up the outside of her thighs and grab the top of the panties, gently pulling them down. The thong, however, was wedged so tightly between her ass cheeks and pussy lips that it wouldn't come off. "Uh, ma'am," Bobby said, "could you please raise your legs?" Holly did and he reached under her, filling his hands with her ass cheeks as he took his time pulling the thong out and then watching it emerge reluctantly from between her pussy lips. "OK, you can put them down now. Thank you." She did and he pulled the thong down her long legs, noticing that it was wet. He felt his cock stiffen. He pulled the thong the rest of the way off and tossed it to Nate, nodding to him to touch it so Nate would notice the moisture as well. Nate felt it in his hands, smiled and stuffed it in his pocket. Holly kept her pussy clean shaven. While Martin said he preferred a small landing strip, the clothes she wore practically demanded she shave every day. That fact certainly didn't go unnoticed by the guards. "She looks clean to me," Bobby couldn't help but joke. "We'll see about that," Nate said, stepping between Holly's legs and leaning over for a closer look -- much closer than he needed to be. Holly could actually feel his breath on her exposed pussy. He had to have seen the string already, but it was clear he was in no rush. "Well, well," Nate said, "what do we have here? Some sort of string. Bobby, let's pull it and see what happens." "Sounds like a good idea to me," Bobby nodded. He was standing right beside the table, his crotch just inches from Holly's hand. With his right hand, Nate took hold of the string and gently pulled. A few inches of string came out of her pussy, glistening with moisture, before he felt the resistance of the first ball. "I think we've got something here," Nate said. "Bobby, I think I need a hand. Can you spread her a little for me." Bobby eagerly put his hands on both sides of her pussy, gently pulling it apart as Nate pulled. The first gold ball came into view as her pussy opened slowly. He kept pulling until the ball popped out with a wet sucking sound that told everyone that Holly's pussy was every bit as tight and wet as it looked. "Well, looky there," Nate said. "Guess you just forgot about that, huh?" "I did," Holly said earnestly. "Martin likes me to wear them all the time. I'm so used to them, I just forgot. I'm sorry for the trouble, but now that you know what it is, can you just let us go?" "I'm afraid not," Nate said. "There's more to this string and I see another one hanging out of your ass. We're going to clear both cavities and conduct a thorough search. Who knows what else you have hiding up there." "Come on guys," Martin said, "this is crazy. Let us go." "Sir, you're obviously a very lucky man," Bobby said. "If you'd like to stay lucky, I suggest you keep your trap shut." Satisfied that they were in control of the situation, Nate pulled on the string until the second and third balls popped out, noticing how slick they were, covered in those sweet juices. He licked his lips, wanting a taste. "OK, ma'am, roll over onto your stomach, please," Nate instructed. Holly did and Nate flipped her skirt up to reveal her bare ass cheeks. He stepped aside and said, "you do the honors this time, Bobby. I'll hold her for ya." Bobby grabbed the string and pulled while Nate gladly filled his hands with her firm ass cheeks and spread them apart until they had a great view of her tight, puckered hole. He glanced up at the security camera, smiling as he held his prize in his hands. That would make a great shot on the video. Bobby slowly pulled all three silver balls out of Holly's ass and set them aside on the table next to the gold ones. "Now, that's it, see," Holly said. "Can we go now?" "I think not," Nate said. "Now we're ready for the cavity search. Bobby, would you like to do the honors?" "My pleasure!" Nate held Holly's ass apart and Bobby prepared to search her. "Better lube up," Nate said. "She's got plenty down there." Bobby dipped his fingers into Holly's dripping pussy, letting her cream coat his fingers while he enjoyed the tight warmth of velvety pleasure. He reluctantly removed his hand and quickly moved to her asshole, gently but relentlessly pushing his wet fingers against her tight opening, spreading her open. He forced three fingers inside her and began pushing them back and forth. "Better go deep," Nate suggested. Bobby pushed as far into her ass as he could, feeling the heat surrounding his fingers. After a few minutes, he pulled them out. "I can't find anything else," he said. "You better check the other." They turned her back over and Bobby held her legs up in the air while Nate slowly entered her velvety wetness. He gradually went from one finger to four, feeling inside her, noticing how her clit stood up, her pussy leaked sweet nectar and her nipples tore at the inside of her tube top. Holly tried to keep her body still, calm, but it was reacting against her. Nate sensed this and actually picked up the pace. "Well, partner, what do you think?" Nate asked. "I think she knew exactly what she was doing and that this is what she wanted. I think she's a slut who gets off on this." "I think so too," Bobby said. "Let's make sure she gets off, then." Nate continued finger fucking her and Bobby went to work on her clit. Martin stood up and said, "Gentlemen, I have quite a bit of experience with her. If you'll let me, I can help." "Bring it on, Marty," Nate said. Martin stepped around the table and pulled Holly's tube top down. He squeezed her giant tits together to let the guys get a good look, then began rubbing them and squeezing her nipples. Holly was moaning now as she gave in to her body's urges and let the three men pleasure her with their hands. Those hands combined with their comments and the knowledge that they were watching her get off was more than Holly could take. She bucked her hips, pushed her tits hard against Martin's hands and squealed as she came not once, but twice before she finally fell back and they reluctantly stepped away, watching her glistening body writhe in the afterglow of orgasm. "We gotta get going," Martin said at last. "It's only 15 minutes until our flight leaves. Are we OK to go?" "Yes, I think we can let you go," Nate said. "However, we will need to keep these" -- he held up the thong panties -- "as evidence. And you can't carry those anal balls on the plane, so you better stick them back in her." "Of course," Martin said. "Actually, if you gentlemen would like, you may have the honors." Bobby and Nate smile and each picked up a string. Bobby held her ass open for Nate and Nate held her pussy open for Bobby, working as a team to fill her back up again. Holly got up and thanked them both, then gave them each a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks for a great time!" she said. "And thanks for giving them back to me. I was afraid you'd keep them." "No, ma'am," Nate said. "It's clear those belong inside you. I wouldn't want to do anything to prevent that. You two have a safe flight and if you ever come back through here again, just ask for me and Bobby. We'll make sure you don't have any hassles." PART 7: FLYING HIGH The company, ever appreciative of what Martin and Holly were doing, always paid for first-class airfare and the flight to Las Vegas was no different. Martin also usually requested they have the middle and window seats if the plane had three or more seats on a side. That was the case with this one and, when they saw a sharp-dressed businessman sitting in the aisle, Holly knew exactly what Martin wanted her to do. Martin sat down first, squeezing past the man and sitting next to the window. Already, the man had noticed Holly and was no doubt trying to figure out how to discreetly steal a peek. The Sales Associate Ch. 06-07 Well, there was no need to be discreet. First, Holly dropped her boarding pass and bent over to pick it up, flashing her bare pussy. Then, she turned her ass to him as she squeezed be to get to her seat. She moved slowly, making sure the guy had plenty of time to look up her skirt and get a good closeup before she sat down. Holly wondered if he noticed the strings hanging out of her ass and pussy. Surely he saw them. After enjoying the view, the man glanced over at Martin and shrugged his shoulders as if to say, "Sorry to be ogling your daughter." Martin just nodded, letting him know it was all right. Holly took her seat and continued her normal pre-flight checklist, which consisted of making sure her skirt rode up as high as possible on her thighs and of stretching, arching her back to make her tits pop out. She also adjusted the air vent above her seat to blow directly on her chest, the cold air doing its part to make sure her nipples remained hard and visible through her thin top. Out the corners of her eyes, she noticed that both Martin and the man were taking in every move she made. She reached into her purse and pulled out a lollipop that Martin had bought her at one of the airport gift shops and for the next 10 minutes she made both men wish they were a piece of hard candy. She licked and sucked and teased that little cherry flavored treat with her tantalizing oral skills. Martin pretended to read a magazine, but the other man just stared. "So, you like cherry," the man said, smiling at her. He wasn't exactly the smoothest talker, Holly quickly surmised. She realized he thought she was Martin's daughter and thus, though awkward, fair game to hit on. She played along for Martin's benefit. "Mmmm hmm," she said, sucking the entire lollipop into her mouth and moaning around it. She sucked hard, hollowing her cheeks and forming a vacuum seal with her red lips. The man started turning red as Holly took it out and gave it a slow, long lick before looking at him with her best seductive look and saying, "I love to suck. Do you like candy too?" Holly glanced at his crotch and noticed the man was hard. She didn't even have to look to know that Martin was. This was what was great about being an exhibitionist -- what a powerful, flattering feeling to know that she had that kind of control over these men. "Sure, who doesn't like a little something sweet now and then," the man said. "Everyone deserves a little treat from time to time, I think." "Me too!" Holly said, overly bubbly, trying to sound ditzy and airhead-ish. It was an act that always worked, though she didn't really understand why guys liked that so much. "So, what are you going to be doing in Vegas?" the man asked. "Well, first," Holly gave her best innocent look, "I think I'm going to suck his cock until his balls are dry. Then, I'm going to do my best to get him hard so he can fuck my pussy or ass. Or both! Yeah, both, honey, fuck me in both. Please!" She was shaking Martin's arm now as if she had just come up with the best idea ever. "Oh, I'm so excited, I have to pee!" She got up and made her way past the man again, facing him this time so that he got an eye-level look at her tits. When she came back a few minutes later, Holly found Martin and the man laughing and joking like old friends. "What's going on?" she asked, giving him another pussy show on her way to her seat. "Nothing, babe," Martin said. "Mr. Garsden here was just explaining that he thought you were my daughter, which is why he was hitting on you. Then, when you said I was going to fuck you, he still thought you were my daughter and was really creeped out. So, I just got done explaining everything. I felt bad about the misunderstanding, so I told him you'd let him pull your strings." "OK!" Holly said. "We won't get caught?" "No," Martin said. "I asked for a blanket. Once the stewardess brings it, you cover up and he can put his hands down there without anyone noticing." The stewardess brought the blanket back and gave it to Holly with a reproachful look that said, "you know, if you'd wear some clothes, you wouldn't need this blanket." Or maybe it was, "get off my plane. Usually I'm the one the guys are ogling." Either way, she wasn't friendly, but Holly didn't care. She took the blanket and quickly spread it across her lap. A second later, Garsden's right hand was under the blanket, touching her thigh, wasting no time heading for her pussy. She spread her legs wide under the blanket and scooted down in her seat, giving him as much room and the best angle possible under the circumstances. His fingers soon struck paydirt, pausing on her pussy mound as he no doubt was feeling around to see if she was clean shaven or not. "Nice," he said, smiling not at her, but at Martin. His fingers slid across her pussy lips, nimbly spreading them and find the string that he had spotted before. He probed her pussy with his index finger and Holly spread her blanket across his lap too, helping to hide his erection. He advanced his finger inside her until he felt the first ball, then grabbed the string and gently pulled it out of her snatch, which made a wet, sucking sound. "Damn, that's so hot," Garsden muttered. "There's two more in there," Holly offered. "I'll get 'em," Garsden said. True to his word, he played with her pussy for another five minutes, dipping his fingers in her, stroking her clit and gradually extricating the two remaining gold balls. He pulled his hand slowly out from under the blanket, holding it up to see his fingers glistening with her wetness. He placed his hand under his nose and inhaled her sweet nectar. "Mmmm." He put a finger in his mouth and tasted it. "I'd eat that all night, then fuck it all day," he whispered to Martin. "Don't think I haven't done that," Martin smiled. "Hey, she likes a taste too." Garsden offered his fingers to Holly and she sucked his middle finger into her mouth, teasing and tasting and sucking it just like she had that lollipop and just like she did Martin's cock. Garsden groaned. "Does it feel as good as I think it would?" he asked Martin. "Better," Martin assured him. "I'm not trying to brag, but I honestly can't imagine anyone giving a better blowjob." "I believe you," Garsden said. "I'm about to blow my wad just with her sucking my finger." "Do you want to?" Martin asked. "Hell yes." Holly needed no instruction. She took Garsden's fingers out of her mouth as the stewardess walked by, but quickly slid her hand into his lap. Expertly, she undid his fly and had his cock out in a matter of seconds. Garsden groaned when she removed her hand, but was excited when she put it between her own legs. After a few seconds of rubbing, she showed him her own glistening hand, grinned and put it back under the blanket and on his hard shaft. Using her well-lubricated hand, she stroked his cock up and down, letting her pussy juices flow between her fingers and all over his thick, veiny shaft. She looked at Garsden to see his reaction and saw that his eyes were focused squarely on her tits, so she arched her back a bit to give him a better view. Not wanting to draw too much attention, she stroked him long and slow, occasionally cupping his balls or letting her fingers play with the head of his penis. When he started lifting his hips slightly off his seat, she knew he was probably getting close and picked up the pace as much as she dared. Garsden lay his head back and closed his eyes. A moment later, she felt his cock spasm and the familiar warm, sticky cum ooze onto her hand. She kept stroking, milking his cock, coaxing out every drop she could. When he was finally done and his cock started to soften, she took her hand out and held it up for both men to see. It was covered with thick, white cum which formed long, stringy webs when she spread her fingers. Garsden discreetly wiped his cock on the blanket, then zipped his pants and wadded up the blanket, stuffing it under his seat. "Thank you," he said to Holly, nodding his appreciation to Martin as well. "Can I get you something to wipe your hands?" "No thanks," Holly said, "I'm hungry." And she began licking her fingers, noting that the man's cum was saltier than Martin's. Still, she licked up every drop, much to the delight of both men. PART 8: TAKING A GAMBLE When they landed in Las Vegas, Garsden reluctantly watched Holly and Martin walk away, though he certainly did enjoy the view. While he went on about his way, Martin and Holly took a cab to their hotel. Here, Holly was a little less conspicuous. Sure, she was a stunner who got plenty of looks, but skimpy outfits and hot women weren't exactly new in Vegas. She blended in here better than almost anywhere else. Martin and Holly checked into their room and decided there was time to gamble before bed. They went back downstairs to the hotel casino and took their time watching craps, playing blackjack and sipping free drinks. As he watched Holly move about the casino and other men leer at her, Martin got more and more aroused. Several times, he spotted her bare pussy as she bent over and he knew that many other people had enjoyed the same view. When he could stand it no longer, he led her to a pair of vacant slot machines that were side by side. They sat and played the slots for a few minutes, Martin studying her bare legs and protruding nipples. "We're not having much luck," he said. "How about we try to get lucky a different way? Why don't you sit on my lap and see if that improves our fortunes." Holly sat on his lap, keeping her long legs together and dangling them over the side of his leg. Her bare ass and pussy were separated from his cock only by his trousers. Some quick hands eliminated that barrier and soon she felt his cock sticking out of his fly, rubbing against her bare ass. They both looked around to see if anyone was watching as he helped her shift into a better position, her legs opening slightly as his cock found its home between her pussy lips. He entered her fully, every inch encased by her steaming twat. They both froze as a couple walked by and played it smooth when a waitress took their drink order. Anyone looking closely would have seen what was happening, but they were in a back corner of the casino where there was little foot traffic and, while most folks certainly noticed Holly's stunning beauty, they didn't get close enough to notice what was happening. "Just take it slow," Martin said in her ear. "If we don't get too loud or thrash around too much, no one will know." "You got it," Holly said. Since bucking up and down like she normally would wasn't really an option, Holly knew it was up to her to find other ways to create the necessary friction. She started by moving her legs up and down a few inches like a child squirming in his seat. Then, she rotated her hips slowly, grinding against him. And she squeezed him with her strong pussy walls, concentrating as she worked her inner muscles, making her pussy grip and release his shaft. All the while, Holly fed the slot machine, pulling the handle. When they won, she took that as an opportunity to jump up a bit, dropping back down on his cock to the sound of a satisfied groan from Martin. Most of the time, Martin kept his hands around her waist, but a couple times he copped a quick squeeze of her tits, feeling the hard nipples pressing against his fingers. Holly continued doing most of the work, mixing grinding gyrations with little hip wiggles and those fantastic pussy contractions as she dedicated her body once again to pleasing her man. Martin was getting close when two attractive young women whose t-shirts identified them as proud sorority sisters, sat down two seats from them. Them being so close seemed to excite Martin all the more and Holly felt him begin to cum. He pushed down discreetly on her hips as he gained maximum penetration and spurted his hot seed deep inside her. Other than a few soft grunts by Martin, they both remained quiet throughout the orgasm, Holly continuing to pull the slot handle. "I think we just invented the slut machine -- or maybe the slit machine," Martin chuckled in her ear. "You're so fucking hot. That was great. If you stand up between me and them, I can zip my pants without them seeing." Holly stood up slowly, keeping her thighs pressed together, trying to hold his cum inside her. When she heard the zipper, she excused herself to the restroom. A few minutes later, she was back, clean and sexy as ever. "Sorry I didn't get to clean you off," she pouted. "No problem," Martin said. "You can make it up to me later." After another hour of gambling, they went back to their room and Holly more than made it up. She gave him a long, slow blowjob including lots of ball and ass licking. It was a great way to end the day. She just hoped tomorrow would be as fun. For some reason, though, she wasn't looking forward to seeing Josky. The Sales Associate Ch. 08-09 PART 8: TAKING A GAMBLE When they landed in Las Vegas, Garsden reluctantly watched Holly and Martin walk away, though he certainly did enjoy the view. While he went on about his way, Martin and Holly took a cab to their hotel. Here, Holly was a little less conspicuous. Sure, she was a stunner who got plenty of looks, but skimpy outfits and hot women weren't exactly new in Vegas. She blended in here better than almost anywhere else. Martin and Holly checked into their room and decided there was time to gamble before bed. They went back downstairs to the hotel casino and took their time watching craps, playing blackjack and sipping free drinks. As he watched Holly move about the casino and other men leer at her, Martin got more and more aroused. Several times, he spotted her bare pussy as she bent over and he knew that many other people had enjoyed the same view. When he could stand it no longer, he led her to a pair of vacant slot machines that were side by side. They sat and played the slots for a few minutes, Martin studying her bare legs and protruding nipples. "We're not having much luck," he said. "How about we try to get lucky a different way? Why don't you sit on my lap and see if that improves our fortunes." Holly sat on his lap, keeping her long legs together and dangling them over the side of his leg. Her bare ass and pussy were separated from his cock only by his trousers. Some quick hands eliminated that barrier and soon she felt his cock sticking out of his fly, rubbing against her bare ass. They both looked around to see if anyone was watching as he helped her shift into a better position, her legs opening slightly as his cock found its home between her pussy lips. He entered her fully, every inch encased by her steaming twat. They both froze as a couple walked by and played it smooth when a waitress took their drink order. Anyone looking closely would have seen what was happening, but they were in a back corner of the casino where there was little foot traffic and, while most folks certainly noticed Holly's stunning beauty, they didn't get close enough to notice what was happening. "Just take it slow," Martin said in her ear. "If we don't get too loud or thrash around too much, no one will know." "You got it," Holly said. Since bucking up and down like she normally would wasn't really an option, Holly knew it was up to her to find other ways to create the necessary friction. She started by moving her legs up and down a few inches like a child squirming in his seat. Then, she rotated her hips slowly, grinding against him. And she squeezed him with her strong pussy walls, concentrating as she worked her inner muscles, making her pussy grip and release his shaft. All the while, Holly fed the slot machine, pulling the handle. When they won, she took that as an opportunity to jump up a bit, dropping back down on his cock to the sound of a satisfied groan from Martin. Most of the time, Martin kept his hands around her waist, but a couple times he copped a quick squeeze of her tits, feeling the hard nipples pressing against his fingers. Holly continued doing most of the work, mixing grinding gyrations with little hip wiggles and those fantastic pussy contractions as she dedicated her body once again to pleasing her man. Martin was getting close when two attractive young women whose t-shirts identified them as proud sorority sisters, sat down two seats from them. Them being so close seemed to excite Martin all the more and Holly felt him begin to cum. He pushed down discreetly on her hips as he gained maximum penetration and spurted his hot seed deep inside her. Other than a few soft grunts by Martin, they both remained quiet throughout the orgasm, Holly continuing to pull the slot handle. "I think we just invented the slut machine -- or maybe the slit machine," Martin chuckled in her ear. "You're so fucking hot. That was great. If you stand up between me and them, I can zip my pants without them seeing." Holly stood up slowly, keeping her thighs pressed together, trying to hold his cum inside her. When she heard the zipper, she excused herself to the restroom. A few minutes later, she was back, clean and sexy as ever. "Sorry I didn't get to clean you off," she pouted. "No problem," Martin said. "You can make it up to me later." After another hour of gambling, they went back to their room and Holly more than made it up. She gave him a long, slow blowjob including lots of ball and ass licking. It was a great way to end the day. She just hoped tomorrow would be as fun. For some reason, though, she wasn't looking forward to seeing Josky. PART 9: BLOWING THE COMPANY LINE The next morning began like all the others. Holly rode Martin like a cowgirl, no holding back on the bucking or screaming this time, and they both managed to climax. Just as they did, the phone rang. It was Josky. He had flown in early and he wanted to meet them for breakfast. They met him downstairs half an hour later. The schedule for the convention said the exhibits didn't actually start until tomorrow. There was a kickoff dinner and concert tonight to welcome everyone and then seminars and exhibits would start the next day. So, Holly and Martin figured today would be a good day to get everything set up. It didn't figure to be a big sales day so they had both dressed for a little bit of sightseeing and carrying boxes, etc. Martin was wearing jeans and a polo shirt and Holly was wearing a white blouse which she tied under her breasts, a pair of black hot pants, a white thong and stilettos. It was a sexy outfit, no doubt, but far more practical and acceptable than many things she wore. Still, she felt Josky's eyes hungrily eating her up as they approached his table. She didn't remember him making her feel this nervous before. Maybe she was imagining things. He was wearing a dark suit and looked very much the part of the corporate executive. He smiled and shook their hands as they joined him. "You two look happy and healthy," he smiled. "I trust you had a good night and chance to, um, celebrate your big sale?" "Yes sir," Martin said, proudly putting his arm around Holly's shoulders. "We've done a lot of celebrating." "Good. Well, I know you two have a lot to do today to get everything ready. I'm going to be working with Staci to get a hospitality room set up. We're going to invite some of our staff and a few other execs up tonight for a little reception after dinner. I want you both to be there." "Sure," Martin said. "Who's Staci?" Holly asked. "Oh, she'll be here in a minute," Josky said. "She wanted to freshen up first. She flew in with me last night. She's my new assistant. She's great. Very happy to be working under me." The way he said this last line made it clear exactly what kind of work she was doing. And Staci dressed the part, too. She came into the restaurant with her long dark hair in a pony tail and wearing a little white micro-mini dress. She looked to be about 20 years old and had a set of large, fake tits that jiggled bra-free. Her dark nipples were very apparent as was the black thong that she wore under the dress -- it's dark outline so clearly visible that Holly knew she had to be doing it on purpose to make sure people knew she was wearing a thong. Holly had pulled the same maneuver herself many times. Holly gave her a warm smile as they greeted each other, feeling a connection with Staci already. Obviously, Staci was serving much the same role for Josky as she was for Martin. She didn't have any desire to switch bosses, but she felt an instant kinship with someone who shared her job description. As Staci sat down, Holly noticed that she hiked the bottom of her dress up over her ass and sat with her legs spread so that her thong was fully exposed, both front and back. Staci also immediately put her arms over the back of the chair and held her hands together, thrusting her tits out obscenely. Holly was beginning to see how good she had it with Martin. "Look at this rack," Josky said, openly grabbing Staci's tits and bouncing them in his palms. "Best money I ever spent. Not that she had a bad set to start with, but a little enhancement never hurts. 40DD's, Martin. She's 110 pounds and half of it is all tit." Josky chuckled. Holly had to choke back the vomit. "She's gorgeous," Martin said, paying Josky the compliment he wanted without stooping to his level. "Where are you from, Staci?" "Miami, originally," Staci said, "but my dad left when I was a kid and we moved all over the place. My mom married some loser and moved to Boston, so I just decided to go out on my own. College wasn't right for me. I tried modeling, but you know how that goes." "Sure do," Holly smiled, again trying to make that connection. "Yeah, well Staci here wound up doing some work with a friend of mine who's a photographer. He's legit, but does some softcore stuff on the side. Anyway, it was a photo spread for Terrific Tits magazine. He sent me some of the proofs and I was in love. I got her number and offered her a job over the phone." "What do you think of the company so far?" Martin asked her. "It's great," Staci said in a way that was neither convincing nor fake sounding. "Mr. Josky says I was made for this job." It wasn't until the food came that Staci took her arms from behind the chair. "Don't make any plans for tonight," Josky said as they ate. "At 7, I want you both in the hospitality suite. It will be a private party with invited guests only, so formal for you Martin and Holly, you know what to do, right?" "Yes sir," Holly said. The day went by quickly as Martin and Holly busied themselves with preparing their presentation area and going over their game plan. They took a break only to go up to the room and have a quickie -- Martin bending Holly over a chair and banging her pussy from behind -- while they waited for lunch from room service. They wrapped up by 6 and went back to the room to prepare for Josky's party. They showered together and Martin dressed in a dark suit with a red silk tie. Holly opted for the formal/slutty look, putting on black stilettos, a tight, black miniskirt with slits up both sides, a red thong, and a white half-sweater. The sweater fell off both shoulders but covered her arms and it was short, stopping just past the bottoms of her breasts, which, as usual, were unencumbered. Her hard nipples were wrapped seductively by the tight-fitting sweater, the soft material rubbing across them and stimulating them all the more. A black choker, candy red lipstick and her long hair down completed the irresistibly sexy look. "We might not have do the show tomorrow," Martin joked. "You look so hot, everyone will just buy whatever you're selling tonight." "Sounds good to me," Holly laughed. "A day next to the pool tomorrow would be great." "Well, I wasn't going to mention this until after the show," Martin said, "but since you brought up a relaxing day, I'll tell you that Josky approved my request for a vacation next week. You and I are going to the Bahamas!" "Really?" Holly squealed, running over to hug him. "That's great. Thank you, thank you!" "Hey, you don't need to thank me," Martin said. "You've earned this as much as I have." They both headed off to the party in a great mood, thinking about their trip coming up. When they got to the hospitality suite, Holly wasn't surprised to find the room filled with what looked to be about 25 men, while she and Staci were the only women. The men were all dressed in nice suits and ranged in ages from mid-20s to mid-60s, representing a variety of races, colors and sizes. Josky greeted them and explained that these special guests were buyers not only from the U.S., but international companies as well. He looked approvingly at Holly's attire and said, "Go make some friends," patting her on the ass as she worked her way into the crowd, noting that every eye was either on her or Staci. Staci was wearing a similar dress to the one she had on at breakfast, this one a black micro-mini made of what appeared to be terry cloth or something similar. The soft fabric clung to every curve and bump. It was so short that more than half of her factory-precise tits were sticking out the top. Even the slightest lean forward threatened to result in two big tits and one tight ass popping out of that dress. Staci obviously wasn't wearing a bra, but Holly did catch a glimpse of a pink thong under her dress. After a few minutes, Holly began to feel claustrophobic. She mingled throughout the room, stopping to introduce herself, letting everyone get a good look. But most of the men were doing more than looking. It started with a few bumps or gropes as guys walked past, purposely bumping into her tits or rubbing their crotch against her ass. Their excitement quickly escalated and no one was doing anything to slow them down. Some of them talked to her -- or about her -- in languages she didn't understand, but she knew exactly what it meant when they reached out and blatantly groped her tits or squeezed her ass. At first, she played along, more than happy to show off her body and even let the guys cop a feel. But when she looked over at Staci, she realized this was getting out of hand. Two guys had gotten behind her and were holding her hands behind her back. Two more had picked up her legs and were holding her steady while four other guys pushed her dress up over her hips and pulled the top down below her tits. She saw one guy finger-fucking her and others were squeezing her tits. Holly started to make a move toward the door, hoping to spot Martin, when someone grabbed her from behind and pinned her arms together. Within seconds, she was in the same boat as Staci. "Yeah, grab those legs," one guy instructed. "Spread them apart. Pull that top down." "Poo-ssy," one Asian man who clearly spoke no English other than the few choice words he had picked up, chuckled as he tore her thong away. Holly was about to yell for Martin when she heard Josky's booming voice. "Gentlemen!" Thank goodness. At last he was going to put an end to this nonsense. She might be an exhibitionist, but Holly had no desire to be gangbanged. "It's time for a little contest," Josky continued. "As you can see, we have two very lovely ladies here tonight. I'm sure you each have your favorite. But there's only one way to decide who's the hottest. There are 24 men here. We're going to divide into teams of 12. Each team gets one of the girls. Whichever girl can get every member of her team off first, wins. You may touch them anywhere, but only titty and mouth-fucking is allowed. No pussy. No ass. Understood?" "Yeah!" was the hearty response. Holly finally spotted Martin. He was in a corner, by himself, looking depressed. He caught Holly's eye and shook his head forlornly, as if to say, "this isn't my idea, but I can't stop it." "Hold on!" Holly smiled, trying not to make a scene. "Mr. Josky, can I ask you something really quickly before we get started?" "Of course, my dear," Martin said. "The answer is yes, you may swallow my cum." The men all laughed as Holly pulled Josky aside. "I won't do this," Holly said. "Regardless of what you might think, I'm not a whore." "Yes, you will do this and yes, you are a whore," Josky said. "What do you think we hired you for? To look hot and have sex. That's what you've been doing, right? Well, now you've been promoted and, naturally, I'm expecting you to step up your responsibilities. We can no longer afford for you to be a one-cock woman." "Well, that's what I am," Holly said, standing firm. "No, you're an every cock slut," Josky growled, getting angrier. "Now, you'll do this and anything else I tell you or Martin will be gone and you'll be working directly for me. I don't think you want that, do you?" "No sir." Holly said meekly. "Well, then stop pretending to be some nice girl next door and show us what a cock-hungry slut you are. For comparison purposes, I'm going to be with you and Martin gets a crack at Staci. Who knows, maybe he'll like her more and want to trade." Josky chuckled cruelly. Holly thought about walking out, but she knew what this job meant to Martin. Plus, was Josky so wrong? Was she really a whore after all? "Bring it on boys!" she yelled, trying to sound enthusiastic. The guys cheered and Josky gave the signal to begin. For the next 60 minutes, both women were groped and grabbed as one cock after another found its way into the backs of their throats, between their tits or, in some cases, even in their hair. Holly took load after load into her mouth and on her face and tits, not worried about winning the race but wanting this to be over as soon as possible. "One more to go for each team!" Josky yelled at one point and Holly looked around to realize that only Josky hadn't fucked her and only Martin hadn't fucked Staci. Who would cum first? She was surprised at how jealous she was that Martin was fucking Staci. It wasn't like she was in love with him, but she didn't like it anyway. She kept an eye on Martin, who buried his cock into Staci's mouth, as she accepted Josky's own cock between her lips. "I've waited too long for this, bitch," Josky grunted, grabbing the back of her head and filling her throat with his meat. After a few minutes, he pulled out and sprayed her face with his stringy seed -- at the exact same moment Martin was covering Staci's tits with his own load. "It's a tie!" someone yelled. "Tiebreaker," Josky said as Holly cleaned his cock. "We'll take a 15 minute break, then it's ass and pussy time!" Hell no, Holly thought. This had to end. As the men drifted away, cleaning themselves, grabbing snacks and drinks, etc., she excused herself to the bathroom where she put her clothes back on. Staci came in and Holly said, "I can't do any more of this, Staci. I'm going to get out of here." "Really?" Staci whispered. "Won't they come after us." "We'll have to be fast," Holly said, noting that Staci was already in on the plan. "Martin will help us. We'll bolt for the door and head toward the kitchen. Martin can get the car and pick us up. We'll just take off." "What about our jobs? Martin's job?" "Screw that," Holly said. "We can find better jobs and so can Martin." "I'm in," Staci nodded. Holly cracked the door open and waved to Martin to come over. Quickly, she whispered their plan, apologizing for his job, but he seemed to understand. This apparently had been the last straw for him, too. "Give me your thongs," Martin said. "I'll distract them while you two take off." The girls handed Martin their thongs and he turned to the room. "Gentlemen," Martin said. "The ladies want to be fair about who gets to go first. So, this is going to be like throwing the garter at a bachelor party. Whoever gets the red thong gets first crack at Holly and whoever gets the pink one gets Staci first. Got it?" Martin turned his back to the group and prepared to throw the first thong. He tossed it over his shoulder and half the guys clamored for it. He tossed the other over the other should and soon a rugby scrum had broken out, 23 men clamoring over two tiny strips of fabric. Holly and Staci bolted from the bathroom and were out the door in a flash. "Where are they going?" one guy asked, but Martin pointed to a thong which had just been ripped from one man's hands and the guy was quickly drawn back into fray without an answer. Martin made his way to the door slowly, quietly slipping out, catching Josky's eye as he closed the door. Martin knew Josky had seen him. Now, how much time did he have? Would Josky really try to stop them? He didn't know for sure, but he didn't want to find out. He hurried to the elevators and in moments was heading out the front door, tossing the room key to the clerk as he ran by. He flagged down a cab and five minutes later, Martin, Holly and Staci were leaving the parking lot, hitting the highway and heading out of town. The Sales Associate Ch. 08-09 No jobs, no luggage and only the clothes -- skimpy and torn in the girls' case -- on their back. But they were away from Josky. That was enough to make anyone happy. The Sales Associate Ch. 10 PART 10: A NEW START Fortunately, Martin had his wallet with him, so they were able to pay for the cabbie to take them to the airport. There, they rented a car and headed back toward their homes in Los Angeles. "Well, I wonder what Josky and the guys are doing now?" Martin chuckled as he drove. Holly sat in front next to him, with Staci in the back seat. "I bet they hired a dozen call girls," Holly said. "Well, I'm sorry I didn't get you girls out of there sooner," Martin said. "I had no idea it was going to be like that." "I know you didn't," Holly said. "Josky was playing us against each other. He said he'd fire you and he told you he'd fire me. We hesitated and before you knew it, it was out of control. The important thing is, we're gone now. And we're all unemployed. Anyone have any ideas of what to do from here?" "I don't know," Staci said. "Everything I own is in Josky's house. I can't go back there." "It's OK," Martin said. "You can stay with us as long as you need to. I say us, but Holly, you don't work for me anymore, so if you want to move out, that's up to you." "No," Holly said. "We're in this together. You're the only people I trust right now, so I think we need to stick together." "I agree," Staci said. "Thanks for getting me out of there and letting me stay with you. I can re-pay you however you want. You know..." "That's not necessary, Staci. Same goes for you, Holly. As much as I'd love to keep our arrangement, the fact is that you're not on the payroll anymore, so you don't have to do anything you want to do." "In case you hadn't noticed," Holly smiled, "I enjoy it too. I like dressing sexy and fucking in public. I don't want to change a thing." "Me either," Martin said. "I'm glad to hear you say that." "So, do you guys have any idea where I can get a job?" Staci asked. "I can go back to stripping, I guess." "Me too," Holly said. "Well wait a minute," Martin said. "You both said you wanted to be models or actresses, right? Well, why don't we find something like that for you?" "That would be great," Holly said, "but I took this job because I couldn't find anything like that." "Same here," Staci said. "Maybe instead of waiting for someone to hire us," Martin said, "we should create our own work. Would you two be open to doing some more R- and X-rated work if we were the bosses so you knew you could say no at any time?" "That would be perfect," Holly said. "I think we can make it work," Martin's mind was spinning now. "I think we can definitely market you two to a wide audience. I'm thinking a swimsuit calendar the high school boys can buy and a topless calendar their dads can. Maybe some workout videos -- and maybe a special workout video featuring our special equipment. Holly can show you how to do it, Staci." "Yeah," Holly was seeing the point now. "And we could do some reality videos where we tease in public, like we did with those guys at the mall parking lot. It's a blast, Staci. I'll show you." "And we don't have to fuck anyone we don't want to?" Staci asked, skeptical. "Never," Martin said. "Now, I have a friend who used to do some video work for a TV station. He's retired now, but I bet he could help us with the videos. And he might know a photographer. We'll call him tomorrow. I think this could be great." "Well, you know what would be great right now?" Holly asked. "Something to eat and a place to sleep. I'm exhausted." They pulled over at the next exit, a small town in the middle of nowhere. But there was a flashing motel sign, so they stopped. They all went in to get their rooms -- Martin offered to get Staci a separate room of her own. But the manager told them that there was only one room left. "Hell, we've only got 12 rooms here," she chuckled. "We ain't exactly the Marriott." Martin looked at Staci, who nodded and he said, "All right, we'll take it. Where's a good place to eat around here?" "Truck stop's pretty good. But you ladies better put some clothes on before you go there. If you want to stay in the room, Sir Pepperoni Pizza delivers." The room had only one king size bed and Martin immediately told Staci that she and Holly could share it; he'd sleep on the floor. "No, you and Holly are used to sleeping together," Staci said. "Don't worry about it. I'll be fine." The girls had no clothes to change into and no underwear. There was a dollar store next door, so Martin offered to go get them some clothes while they ordered the pizza. He bought them each a plain white t-shirt he thought would be suitable for sleeping in. He also bought them each a white thong and a pink one and a pair of white bobbi socks with the ruffles on top -- it was a little chilly tonight and he wasn't sure the heat would work in their crappy motel room. There wasn't much selection on skirts, so he bought them each a pair of yellow cotton athletic-style shorts with the little notches cut out on the outer thigh. He bought himself a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and some underwear, socks and a pair of tennis shoes. He got some cold water and soda out of a vending machine and headed back to his girls. When he opened the door, he found them both naked, laying on the bed. What a sight! He had fucked them both today -- who would have thought it possible for an average, middle-aged man like himself to have had sex with two of the hottest women on earth on the same day? And now here they were, both naked right before his eyes. They had stripped off their cum-stained, torn dresses and kicked off their high heels and were laying there, side by side, watching TV. Yes, Martin said, they could definitely make some money together. "Did you order the pizza?" Martin asked. "Yeah, should be here any minute," Holly said. Martin handed them their clothes. "Not that I mind the current scenery, but I thought these might be comfortable." "Thanks!" Staci said. She quickly put on the white t-shirt, white thong and bobbi socks, skipping the shorts. Holly did likewise. Martin was pleased to see that the cheap dollar-store t-shirts were a little tight on both of them and reached only to their belly buttons. Their dark, hard nipples were still easy to make out through the cheap material. "Better?" he asked, himself changing into his t-shirt and boxer shorts. "Much," Holly said. "Hey, I bet Staci and I can get the pizza for free." Just then, there was a knock on the door. "Go for it," Martin said. The girls scrambled to the door, standing side by side as they opened the door to the delivery guy who looked to be in his late teens or early 20s. "Yeah! The pizza's here!" Holly squealed, jumping up and down, making her tits bounce obscenely, just inches from the kid's face. Staci played along and started jumping up and down herself. Her gigantic tits literally slapped against her skin as she bounced up and down. "Uh, yeah, it's $22," the kid said. "Oh no!" Holly said. "We don't have any money. But hey, I bet you'd be nice enough to let us have it for free, wouldn't you Sweetie?" "I can't..." "Oh, that air's cold," Staci said, interrupting him. She rubbed her chest, emphasizing the erect nipples under the thin t-shirt. "Look, it's making my nipples so hard." She raised her shirt, flashing her million dollar tits. "Mine too!" Holly said, providing hers for comparison. "If we could just take our pizza and go warm up, I'd be so happy." "OK," the kid said. "You can have it. That was payment enough right there." "Thanks!" Staci said. "You're so sweet." She gave him a big kiss, right on the mouth, her tongue exploring his mouth. She put his hand on her tit and let him have a good feel. "Yeah, we should give him a tip," Holly said. "How about a kiss?" she gave him a full tongue kiss and tit-grab, too. Then, she turned to Staci and they kissed each other on the lips, their hands exploring each others' tits. When they broke the kiss, Holly said, "Was that enough?" "Hell yes," he said, walking away slowly as they closed the door. "Free pizza!" Staci announced. All three of them lay on the bed, devouring the pizza and talking about their money-making plans. When it came time for bed, Martin started to make himself comfortable on the floor, but Staci stopped him. "I told you, you should sleep with Holly." "But what about you? I can't let you sleep on the floor." "Well," Staci smiled, "we were thinking that if it was OK with you, I might join you two." "Really?" "Yep," Holly said. "We would like to repay our favorite man for all the good things he did for us tonight. Are you up for it?" "Oh, he's up for it all right," Staci giggled, pointing to his erection tenting his shorts. "May I?" she asked Holly. "Of course," Holly said. "What's mine is yours." Staci tugged down Martin's shorts and filled her mouth with his cock. He was sitting upright in the bed, watching Staci kneel between his legs. "Of course," Holly said, "I expect you to share." She moved in next to Staci and waited for Staci to pull off his cock, quickly wrapping her own lips around his familiar shaft. They took turns, sucking his cock, then tag-teamed him by Holly sucking his head and Staci his shaft and balls. They pulled back and tongue-kissed each other, keeping his rigid cock between their lips and tongues. "Mind if I go for a ride?" Staci asked. At Holly's approval, she straddled Martin's cock and slowly lowered her dripping snatch onto him. Holly watched her grind and writhe on that big cock for a few minutes, then decided Martin would probably like to watch some girl-on-girl action. She began sucking Staci's hard nipples and squeezing her breasts. She felt her own juices flowing, so she straddled Martin's face and fed him her sweet meat while she and Staci kissed and played with each other's tits. Holly came almost instantly, creaming all over Martin's face while Staci was drenching his cock with copious amounts of her own sweet pussy sauce. Four huge tits, two steaming twats, two sucking mouths, it was more than Martin could stand. He was on the verge of cumming, so Holly told Staci to get off and they both knelt in front of him as Martin got up off the bed. He aimed his cock at them and fired a series of jets of hot cum at their beautiful faces, splattering his seed across their cheeks, tongues and noses. When he was done, they kissed again, licking his semen off each other's faces, then jointly cleaning his cock with their mouths. "Yes," Martin said, laying back as they cleaned him from balls to head, "I think this is the start of something big, ladies." They giggled and kept on sucking. -- END --