0 comments/ 78438 views/ 9 favorites Penny: Model And Coach Ch. 01 By: stacey_lynne Penny drove back home as dawn was beginning to break. Traffic was very light, barely a few trucks on the road making early-morning deliveries. Windows rolled down she let what was left of the crisp night air fill the car, reinvigorating her lungs. She felt a strong sense of self-confidence, of accomplishment. It was the first time in her six years of marriage that she had not slept at home, and yet she felt genuinely pleased with herself. The five or six times she had had extramarital affairs, she had been discrete and secretive, arriving home in the late afternoon before her husband returned from work, in time to pay the baby sitter, freshen up, and have dinner ready. Last night had been different. And what made Penny even happier is that she had discovered – or rather, been introduced – to a new professional opportunity. Her life had changed forever and she was proud of the turn it had taken. A few weeks ago, Penny had been at the department store buying panties and bras. Penny wore no-nonsense apparel: cotton panties, white bras, nothing fancy, nothing outlandish. A voice greeted her from behind and Penny turned. It was Betsy, the coach of the three-times champion athletic woman's team at the university. Betsy, very tall, very thin, super-tight and fit, with hair bleached blond from the sun, was the admiration of the town. She had brought fame and glory to the university with her coaching prowess. Betsy and Penny were not friends: their casual acquaintance had been limited to a mere nod at the bakery and butcher shop. So naturally Penny was a bit taken aback at her sudden familiarity. Betsy suggested they go out for a cup of coffee, and Penny was honored that such a famous person should ask her. Flustered, Penny did not quite know what to do with the plain underwear in her shopping cart. Betsy read her thoughts and replied instantly, "Put them down. There will always be time to shop later." Penny blushed and accepted. Having coffee outdoors with Betsy was anything but intimate. Being so well known, men and women of all walks of life approached their table to say hello. Children stopped to ask for her autograph. To each and everyone, Betsy was pleasant and most obliging. During a lull, Betsy started to run her long, thin fingers over Penny's hand. Penny felt she was melting away. The sensuality of Betsy's fingers was exquisite. No matter what silly things Penny said in her confusion made Betsy smile, her eyes ravaging Penny's face. Occasionally, Betsy would sway her crossed leg to touch Penny's calves. Penny was wetting between her legs, a lazy, incessant flow that Penny knew for sure would be clearly visible the moment she would stand up. "Penny, you know (or maybe you do not know) I have had my eyes on you for a while. You are so poised and so calm. I am so attracted to you!" Penny was positively trembling, "And I you, Betsy. I have been to all your home games and cannot take my eyes off you. I don't even look at the game or the players, just at you." Penny could not believe she had just said that. She blushed. Betsy put her in a worse state by caressing her face and holding her hand. It was not the casual hand-holding women often use while chatting over a cup of coffee. It was definitely and overtly sensual. It must have been very apparent even from a distance because people stopped approaching Betsy. They would come close, see that Betsy was "with" another, and discretely walk away. For Penny, being seen in public with Betsy, being seen in public with another woman in a romantic mood, being seen in public even as her wetness flowed hidden between her legs was enough to give her what could best be described as a mini-orgasm. She shook slightly and purred just once. Betsy acknowledged it. Smiling, she let it ride over Penny's body, and just at the very end of the wave, laughed, "Penny, you were shopping and I interrupted you. What do you say if we head over to the Goddess Lounge [a very upscale lingerie boutique in our town] and we get you something?" Penny blushed, lowered her eyes, and admitted it was way too pricey for her budget. Betsy insisted, "That's fine, sweet Penny, my treat!" Both women laughed as they stood up, walking away hand in hand to the boutique. Betsy was obviously a frequent visitor to the boutique and most likely a major client: the cute salesgirl who greeted them when they came in probably mentally already pre-spent the commission she would be making on this sale this afternoon. Betsy started looking around for a general look-and-feel she wanted for Penny. The salesgirl caught on quickly and offered an initial selection, "to try on for size." Once Penny's size had been determined, the salesgirl brought in more items. The fitting rooms in this boutique were spacious, allowing Betsy and the salesgirl to sit on a padded bench while Penny tried on one combination after another. Betsy was thinking more in terms of formal colors, black and white, but the salesgirl suggested that bold, lively colors suited Penny's complexion a lot better. Bright reds, summer patterns, and of course a splash of pastels here and there did indeed make Penny look a lot more appetizing. It is also important to note that both Betsy and the salesgirl agreed to steer clear away from the type of lingerie one finds in a magazine published for men to masturbate. Do away with crotch-less panties and dental floss bras. Penny was fitted with the type of intimate apparel that makes a woman, the actual wearer, look and feel supremely sensual. Some were tight-fitting; others clung loosely upon Penny's body, tingling her skin with every step and every turn she took. And since it was apparent that Penny was wetting a lot, the salesgirl offered a box of disposable wipes so that Penny could dab her wetness between items. Just trying on each set made Penny feel like a Wonder Woman; looking at herself in the mirror made her feel proud of the fullness of her womanhood. When all was said and done, the salesgirl filled the shopping cart with the items selected, took them to the front register, and rang them up. This story will not even mention the total bill, it is too embarrassing to think how much Betsy paid for all. Even Penny felt a bit sheepish when they walked out. "Betsy, when am I going to wear ALL this!" Betsy held Penny's hand reassuringly, kissed her softly on the cheek, and whispered in her ear, "Penny, it is getting late. What do you say if you come over to my house now, and we can see how it looks?" Penny felt she was melting away. Not only was Betsy treating her like a lover in public, but also offering to take her home! And to model, at that! Penny blurted out, "Yes, that might be nice." Betsy was delighted. "Yes, that would be very nice indeed! Call your husband and tell him you will not be home for supper, and while you do that, I too need to make a few calls." Penny was quivering with eager anticipation as Betsy drove home, laughing and chatting, one hand on the steering wheel, the other on Penny's lap as if they had been lovers forever. Betsy's home was modern, spacious, and ample. It had the look and feel of a very comfortable abode, with lots of room everywhere. Betsy offered Penny some iced tea, and moved about with ease, putting on music, turning on lights, making everything just right. When Penny asked Betsy for the restroom, Betsy suggested she use the guest one adjacent to the living room. And while Penny peed to her heart's content, she heard Betsy go upstairs, most likely to pee as well, and returned with something in her hand. Penny could see it seemed to be a slender gold chain. Her inquiring eyes were answered instantly as Betsy explained with just two words, "Nipple Clamps" and placed them on the living room table as if nothing. Penny was trying to figure out exactly what Betsy had in mind, but the doorbell ringing interrupted her troubled thoughts. Betsy answered the door and in walked three happy, laughing women. Betsy, always so polite, did the introductions. "Penny, I want you to meet Amanda, Janet, and Edith. Girls, this is Penny, whom I told you about." The three women cheerfully greeted Penny. She was not quite sure what to do or why they were there, and indeed was nervous about what Betsy may have told them. One of them, Amanda, discretely handed Betsy a thick envelope. Betsy smiled just as discretely. But Betsy did not waste time, "Penny will be modeling for us this evening." The women served themselves tall glasses of iced tea and sat around the living room. Penny suddenly had the certainty that these women met on a regular basis to see another woman model intimate apparel for them. And from the easy casual way they acted, that they were expecting more as the evening progressed. This was not going to be a casual five-o-clock tea and chatty afternoon. Penny was expected to model. And they were there to watch. Betsy opened the very large box of lingerie she had just bought for Penny, and had Penny lay out each set neatly and carefully on the long dining room table. Betsy explained the rules of the evening. ·Penny was to strip naked in the living room, and turn every which way so that the women could see her in her total nudity. She was not to stand still, but keep moving about in the middle of the living room. ·When Betsy would give her the signal, Penny would walk slowly over to the dining room, take the first set of intimate apparel, bring it back to the center of the living room and put it on. ·With that set, Penny would have to model it, moving about in the middle of the living room, not stopping, showing the women how it looked on her. She would have to model it perfectly, to show how it fit and looked on her, to raise her arms high over her head, to bend over all the way down, to really model that set. ·When Betsy would give her the signal, Penny would take off that set, fold it back very neatly in the box, go over to the dining room table, take the next set and model it as before. ·Very important: Penny could not touch the women with her hands. And if Betsy touched Penny in any way, Penny could not take Betsy's hands away. ·Finally: "Very important, ladies, you may NOT touch the model, please!" The women laughed, agreeing to something they probably already knew so well from so many other sessions. Betsy signaled Penny to start. Penny was trembling, not knowing what to do. Yes, Penny had been married for six years now, she had good sex with her husband, and had indeed been an occasional swinger when her husband had shared her generously with two or three other men at the same time. But it was one thing to be fucked by male strangers, and a totally different thing to model and pose for other women. Penny was shaking like a leaf when she started to take off her clothes for the first time in front of other women. They seemed to know what the first time was like for a woman and let Penny stew in her fear. They just stared at her, sipping iced tea, smiling nicely, letting Penny take off one piece after another, until she stood in her abject nudity in front of Betsy and her three guests. Penny modeled the first set as best she could. Occasionally Betsy would give her some tips, such as how to raise her arms to better show the fullness of her breasts, or how to bend over so that one woman could see the cleavage up close while the other could get a nice look at her thighs. Betsy even suggested Penny raise one leg to allow a glimpse, a mere suggestion of the wetness flowing so easily between her legs. The next few pieces were a bit easier to model. Penny was now understanding how to pose for women and was just starting to feel comfortable undressing completely in front of them as she transitioned from one set to another. Penny was trying to act calm and cool, to be so charming and suave, just as she had seen models on TV model jeans and jackets. But in all fairness, Penny was really jumping out of her skin with arousal and desire. Penny had often thought about being with another woman, but this was just too much. Penny was clenching her teeth, not quite sure if what she really wanted was to run out and fuck the first male that crossed her path, to run upstairs and masturbate her brains out, or if to leap in between Betsy's legs and eat her until the end of time. Betsy pretty much put an end to Penny's dilemma. "Ladies, I suggest we take a break for supper and then we can resume. After all, our newest model has been working hard for a long time, and she is only about a third of the way through. What do you say?" The women laughed and agreed. Janet in her sweetest voice asked, "What is for supper tonight?" Edith, so shy and quiet, smiled, "I feel like salad." And so Amanda chipped in, "Sounds fine with me. Shall we have marinated cucumbers, endives and carrots, and wash it down with sparkling champagne to toast our newest model?" Even Penny laughed with the women, agreeing it sounded like a very good idea. Amanda went into the kitchen, made lots of noise (as is her custom) while she delved into the refrigerator, and came back with the ingredients, placing them on the living room table. "Marinate them, Penny." Penny had no idea what Amanda meant. She turned in panic to Betsy. Betsy, cool and smooth gave her a hint, "Penny sweetheart, just take off what you are wearing. Then you can start with, say, the cucumber." Penny panicked. She wanted to run away. She was trapped with four women who obviously had done this many times before to one another and now were toying with a novice. She turned to the door. Betsy, quick and athletic, stepped up to her. Before Penny could react, Betsy had clamped Penny's two nipples with the nipple clamps, connected with the slender gold chain. A slight tug and fire sprang from Penny's large, hard, dark nipples and raged throughout her entire body. Betsy's eyes which had been so warm and inviting all afternoon now bored into Penny's panic-stricken eyes. "Penny, do it." Penny, wincing from the pain, realized Betsy was for real. Tears in her eyes, she lowered her eyes and nodded. Betsy was pleased. Penny was responding well to being broken in and would be easy to train. She released the pressure. Penny, shyly and very uncertain about how to go about it, took the very long, thick cucumber in her hands, squatted halfway down, and started to slide it in her very wet, wildly dilated vagina. A surge of pleasure raced through her entire body! A refreshingly cold, thick, long, textured phallic guest was EXACTLY what Penny needed! Penny suddenly relaxed. She understood for the first time what it really felt to be a woman with other women. Slowly, very slowly, she eased the phallic guest deep into her, letting it slide out of its own accord, gently pushing it back in. This felt good, really good, Amanda! Janet and Edith, this was better than any fuck she had ever had with any man! Oh, Betsy, this was even better than masturbating! The women were chatting, eagerly encouraging her to go on, to leave it deep inside! Penny was only too happy to oblige. Amanda slipped off her panties and opened her legs wide. Penny leaped down, holding the cucumber in with one hand, lapping Amanda's very wet pussy with all her enthusiasm. In a moment of passion, Penny forgot that she could not touch the women with her hands, and used her free hand to part Amanda's labia just a bit more. Betsy saw it and instantly pulled on the nipple clamps. Penny bolted up in intense, fiery pain. Betsy caressed her face gently, whispering, "No touching please. You may resume." Penny went back between Amanda's legs and continued to lap and eat her until Amanda had her climax. And for those who have already eaten Amanda, it is a well-known fact that Amanda ejaculates profusely when properly devoured. In fact, Penny looked up and her face was dripping with Amanda's clear ejaculate! Penny was now understanding. The carrot went in next and with it inside her vagina and held deeply in, Penny pleasured Janet, soft and sweet sounds coming from her mouth as she too had a nice orgasm. And of course, last came the endive, marinated in Penny's natural juices as Edith had her share of oral pleasure from Penny. The women were so pleased! "Betsy, you really brought a great one!" "Betsy, Penny is really good!" "Betsy, where had you hidden Penny all this time?" Betsy smiled. "Thanks. But let's make some salad dressing and eat. Shall we?" Penny was in tears. She had modeled. She had posed. She had given three women their due orgasms. And she? Penny looked for Betsy. Betsy had disappeared, and reappeared a few moments later, bottle of cold champagne in hand. "Penny, lie down on the floor." Penny lay down, her entire body shaking. "Ladies, let's toast to Penny!" Betsy opened the bottle and the cork flew off with a very loud pop. The cold bubbles cascaded down Penny's hot body. To this day, Penny has no idea how I happened, but in the blink of an eye, the champagne bottle was halfway into her vagina, two women were holding her legs up high and wide apart, the third was moving the bottle in and out, and Betsy sat on her face. Penny ate and ate and ate Betsy with passionate hunger. The bottle between her legs was moving in and out at a furious pace, dilating her labia to the point of utmost stretch. Penny felt Betsy tense up. She knew Betsy was just on the verge of a climax. Penny lashed Betsy's delicate clit with her tongue. And just at that very instant, one of the women grabbed Penny's clit and shook it. Betsy had a massive orgasm right over Penny's face. But that was nothing. Penny's orgasm was a masterpiece of sexual expression! Champagne bottle pumping in and out of her, champagne flowing in and out of her vagina, lovely clit grabbed and shaken, and just at that very moment, nipple clamps tightened and pulled made Penny explode in joyful ecstasy. All women rested for a while, and then chatted happily away as they set the table, sliced the phallic vegetables that Penny had marinated up her vagina, splashed the sweet mixture of warm champagne-sexual juices that dribbled out of Penny's vagina and had a very light, pleasant and uniquely tasty meal together. It was all so nice, so very intimate and so very pleasant. But all good things must come to an end. The women thanked Betsy for a nice evening, each kissed Penny lightly on the cheek, and they left. Penny offered to stay and help clean up. Betsy had other things on her mind. "Penny, yes, you will clean up later. We need to do some numbers first." She led Penny to her home office, sat down at the desk, and pulled out an accounting book. She opened the envelope Amanda had handed her when they had first walked in. it was full of small-denomination bills. Betsy counted them twice. She started a new sheet in the accounting book, titling it "PENNY". In her neat handwriting, she wrote, "Revenues" and noted the total of the money in the envelope. Then she proceeded to itemize "Expenses" tallying up such things as the cost of the cucumber, carrot and endives, the bottle of champagne, iced tea, and "other miscellaneous expenses". Totaling the "Expenses" and subtracting it from the "Revenues", Betsy came up with "Gross profit". "Times 80% for management fee, the rest is yours, Penny." Penny sort of understood maybe what was going on. Betsy had charged the three women a heft admission price to come see Penny model for them and have dinner, was writing off the expenses, keeping a full 80% for herself, and giving Penny only 20% of what was left. It was real money, between you and me, but still Betsy seemed to be keeping the lion's share. Penny nervously laughed and tried to make the better of it, "Let me understand, Betsy. You are paying me to be a professional stripper?" Penny: Model And Coach Ch. 01 Betsy's steely eyes locked into Penny's. Betsy's long, slender fingers grabbed both Penny's nipples and squeezed them really, really hard. "Penny, let's get one thing really straight. No, I am not paying you to be a professional stripper. I am going to break you in and train you to be a woman's whore. And I am going to pimp you all over town. Is that clear?" Penny was crying from the pain of the nipple squeeze. Penny was crying from humiliation. Penny was crying from the mess she had gotten herself into. Penny was crying because at that very moment she was also having an orgasm. Penny nodded. "Good, woman's whore. From now on, all the lingerie, sexual toys, and other supplies I buy will be deducted from your pay. You will go to the appointments I sell out for you and service the women perfectly. You will be paid in cash, in small bills because that is how whores are paid. You will bring back all the money to me, ALL of it. And since the women know that tipping is not allowed, I expect ALL the money here by the end of the day. At the end of the month, we will do the accounting and I will pay you your due. Is that clear?" Penny nodded. Betsy continued, "Since you are a woman's whore, you will be servicing only women. You will not get picky on me: I will pimp you to whomever I want, and that can pay the price I set for your services. Some may be young nymphs in search of fun; others may be older, frustrated lesbians. Some may want just plain lesbian sex; others may demand other lewd and obscene favors, for which I will charge accordingly and you will perform to perfection. It might be one-on-one, or maybe you may need to service two or three at once. And they in turn may want to share sexual toys, fetishes, and objects with and on you, to which you will gladly succumb. Only light bondage will be allowed and you will not be sold for sadist purposes. Some may be slim and tight; other women just may be overly plump: you will be happy to pleasure them alike. Mostly it will be frustrated wives or unfaithful wives, so most of your work will be during the day, allowing you to get back home in time for dinner with your family. But there will be times when you will have to work late, or even all night. Is that clear, Penny-whore?" Penny nodded. She dared ask the obvious, "Betsy, excuse me, but it seems that I am doing all the work and you are getting most of the money." "Penny, you are a woman's whore. That is your job. I am pimping you and these are the rules. In or out?" "In, Betsy." "Good, Penny-whore, now come to me and pleasure me. And you will sleep with me all night." "Betsy, but I have a husband and a young daughter." "Penny-whore, call him and tell him you have to work all night tonight, and that you will be back in the early morning. And yes, I will be overhearing the conversation so do not get sneaky on me. Is that clear, Penny-whore?" Penny nodded. Penny drove back home as dawn was beginning to break. Traffic was very light, barely a few trucks on the road making early-morning deliveries. Windows rolled down she let what was left of the crisp night air fill the car, reinvigorating her lungs. She felt a strong sense of self-confidence, of accomplishment. It was the first time in her six years of marriage that she had not slept at home, and yet she felt genuinely pleased with herself. The five or six times she had had extramarital affairs, she had been discrete and secretive, arriving home in the late afternoon before her husband returned from work, in time to pay the baby sitter, freshen up, and have dinner ready. Last night had been different. And what made Penny even happier is that she had discovered – or rather, been introduced – to a new professional opportunity. Her life had changed forever and she was proud of the turn it had taken. Penny: Model And Coach Ch. 02 The author gratefully acknowledges all the feedback, comments and suggestions that so many readers sent following Chapter 01. In particular, Jon, who immediately after reading it, cheerfully offered his attractive wife, and added ideas to certain parts of the story. * Late at night, Penny would enjoy making love slowly, she staring into her husband's eyes, her legs wrapped over his body, he staring into hers and wondering in silence where she had been all day. Or she would turn doggie style, encouraging him to slap her butt, feeling guilty and dirty about it regardless that she had been fingering women's asses all day and had fingers and many other objects inserted deep into her love caverns. Penny had no choice but to come clean with her husband very early on. She was out working very hard every day of the week, sometimes into the evening. She was in unusually high spirits all the time, obviously very satisfied with her professional accomplishments. Her demeanor was cheerful; her appearance, always immaculate. In addition, there was the issue of her growing wardrobe. She and her husband had to set aside an entire room, under due lock and key, to accommodate Penny's professional attire. Even though her business card read simply "Professional Model", in fact Penny was a woman's whore, modeling a vast array of extremely seductive (much of it made-to-order) intimate apparel as a prelude to seducing another woman or being seduced by other women. The wardrobe started with satin, cotton, silk, and fine linen, and in time grew to include leather, vinyl, fishnet, and all other textures and colors that a woman might want to see modeled. That same room was eventually changed around to accommodate shelves of erotic toys, each and everyone designed with the woman's pleasure in mind. There was the usual assortment of double-dildos for mutual penetration, magic wands and Ben Wa balls, strap-on sets to accommodate a variety of dildos, nipple and pussy clamps, and many more items, some custom-fitted especially for Penny. She had to be selective, deciding in the morning before heading out to her rounds which pieces of lingerie and which toys she would need for the day. Then there was the issue of money. Penny worked very hard. She was compensated lavishly for her talents as a model and her skills as a woman's whore, and even after taking off expenses and Betsy's exorbitant 80% "management" fee ("the pimp's cut" as she referred to behind Betsy's back) Penny was still coming home with substantial amounts of small-denomination bills. Simply put, Penny was bringing in more cash every week than she and her husband had made combined before Penny had fallen under Betsy's iron grip. Penny had asked Betsy if it was acceptable to accept checks instead or even credit cards. Betsy was adamant. Penny was a woman's whore and whores got paid in small bills. All-cash payments added to Penny's humiliation. Every evening Penny would stop by Betsy's office. It was serious, all work, no nonsense. Penny would hand over all the cash to Betsy, who would count it, record it in the ledger book, and give Penny her 20% after expenses. Betsy would then give Penny her assignments and rounds for the following day. Each entry was on a separate sheet of paper, each in a sealed envelope. Every assignment's sheet included the customer's first name, picture, past history, fetishes and wishes, and the fee that the customer had agreed in advance to pay Penny for her modeling and sexual services. And since the customers were told in advance that "as a service, no tips are allowed" Penny would have to account for every penny (pun on her name and profession) of her sexual activity. While Betsy noted the accounting, Penny would have to sit at another computer and log in what she had done with each customer that day, in great detail, how the customer had reacted, and possible suggestions for the next session in case the customer called back. That way, Betsy could run an extremely tight ship with Penny, making sure that each customer was satisfied, that each customer would become a repeat customer seeking additional thrills, and that each customer would spread by word of mouth Penny's prowess as a woman's whore. Young women, mature women, slim women and more robust girls, would-be brides on the eve of their wedding night, lonely lesbians and frustrated wives all clamored for Penny's sexual services. In short, Betsy had a thriving business going! (Betsy even managed to get her gynecologist to put Penny on the Pill in such a way that her hormones triggered her menstrual cycle to occur on weekends so as to not detract from her earning capacity.) After exactly 365 days (one full year, to the day) Betsy told Penny to prepare for her first anniversary party. Penny's husband, who had once asked early on meekly for "permission to watch my wife at work" and had been verbally blasted by Betsy, was first on the guest list. Penny was pleased to see that her more oft-repeated clientele was invited to the party, plus a handful of other women's names she did not recognize. Next to each name was the entry "and husband", except of course lovely Amanda, who did not have a husband and thus her entry read "and girl-friend." Needless to say, Penny's husband did not sleep a full night from the day he received the invitation. And Betsy had told Penny not to give him any sexual relief in the meantime, so he was practically jumping out of his skin in eagerness to see his wife modeling for and seducing other women! As instructed, Penny's husband drove himself and his wife to the party, slowing down as they approached so that Penny could take off all her clothes. They had been asked to arrive 30 minutes after the guests and that Penny should be stark naked from the moment she stepped off the car, walked up the garden path, and into the house so that all the guests and their husbands could see her nudity in its entirety as she approach from afar. Penny was delighted to see her customers! It may sound a bit feeble, but over the past year Penny had formed bonds of genuine friendship with most of the women for whom she had modeled and had sex with. The women too were happy to see her again, to introduce them to their respective husbands as "my friend who has brought me so much pleasure", "the whore that services me as you never could", or "this is Penny, that I have told you about". Penny was perfect, greeting every woman with a kiss, shaking every husband's hand, blushing as she accepted compliments, and being a charming woman's whore. Penny's husband was of course the center of attraction, that lucky man to have such a sexually skillful woman for a wife. Men joked with him and women chatted happily with him while Penny made her rounds. THE SPLENDID ENORMITY OF PENNY'S BREASTS was what most conversations focused upon. Men stared in frank admiration at them. Women handled and fondled them eagerly. Some were outright jealous of Penny's breasts. Others walked over and stood next to her, imagining what they would look like with breasts like that. So many women had already played with and among Penny's huge breasts that they knew them like the palms of their hands, and yet even so, this evening Penny's breasts seemed to grow even bigger, rounder, firmer, heavier and fuller. Janet, in her soft voice, even suggested they take bets as to how many hands would it take to completely cover Penny's enormous breasts! Penny laughed all along, going along gamily with each suggestion, accepting praises here and there, offering her very sensitive nipples to be touched and squeezed by all men and women. Every so often, Penny would wince and smile: a finger here and there would slip into her soaked pussy or her lovely ass, feeling so good inside. Deep down inside Penny thought to herself, "If being a woman's whore for an entire year has been a marvelous experience, nothing can compare to the thrill of being exposed and handled by so many couples all at once!" At some point when so many hands were upon her breasts, Penny noticed that each woman had a number written in blue marker on the palm of her right hand, and each man also had a number in the same place. She asked Betsy about it discretely of course so as to not interrupt the men and women who were playing with her body and huge breasts. Betsy smiled and explained, "Every woman has a unique number. A man who is not her husband has the same number. When the time comes, the two numbers will be paired. That guarantees that each man will be fucking another man's wife. Penny darling, you know that a man will perform sexually much better if he is not fucking his own wife. He will really try to impress her, to out-do himself, to fuck her unlike any other way he fucks his wife. And sweet Penny, you know that every woman yearns to be pleasured properly by a man who is not her husband, to be taken like she deserves to be taken as a woman, not like her husband takes her. And finally, think of the thrill each man will get seeing his wife fucked by another man!" Janet in her soft voice added, "And of course we know that a wife is a lot more enthusiastic, a lot more appealing and very inviting when she is fucking a man other than her husband. She sheds her inhibitions and loosens up completely. A wife who after the boring routine of marital intercourse and the drudgery of home sex may come to "feel it is disgusting to be kissed down there [pointing between her legs]" will think nothing of immediately going directly anal the very first time with a total stranger. That is just the way women are." Betsy laughed, "Yes, and you would be the prime example, wouldn't you, Janet?" Janet blushed softly and lowered her eyes as she glanced at Penny. Penny laughed and kissed Betsy, holding hands like teen-age lovers. Betsy was so smart, so clever and so creative! Betsy kissed Penny with a full-mouthed kiss, her slim figure almost swallowed up into the vast enormity of Penny's breasts. All the other women pitched in to handle and fondle Penny, quivering with desire, laughing with pleasure and happiness. Penny reached over to the left and right, feeling into the first pairs of trousers she touched, holding two hard cocks in her hands. All the men were just as ready as she! Betsy turned to Penny's husband, "I think it's time we take you upstairs." He protested, "Why? This is starting to get fun." Betsy gripped his arm firmly with her very taut muscular hands, "Because she is going to start fucking any time soon, and needs her privacy." He could not believe he was being told to get out, "What do you mean 'needs her privacy'? She is going fuck and be fucked in broad daylight, in front of everyone, to be gang-raped by a bunch of lesbians and fuck all the men in sight, and you say she 'needs her privacy'?" Betsy was too strong for him. Edith came over to help and together they took him out of the living room, practically dragging him kicking and screaming up the stairs. Penny was slightly embarrassed. Here was her shining moment, an orgiastic feast in her honor, and her husband was protesting. Sweet Amanda read her thoughts and immediately came over to her rescue. "Penny, men are always so childish and immature, don't you think?" Penny laughed. Everyone joined her merriment. Sweet Amanda was always right, she always knew what to say, how to say it, and when to say it. Penny kissed her and tweaked her nipples. Amanda giggled. The ice was broken. One of the women changed the music, replacing the mood music with a selection that had a very strong, deep, marked beat. All was well now. Penny smiled. All hands were upon her soon thereafter, taking up where they had left off fondling her body. Her only concern was that Betsy and Edith seemed to be taking a long time coming back downstairs. Penny sincerely hoped that her husband was not making a scene or a nuisance of himself. A short while later the two women came back downstairs. "It took us a while to tame him, but were are all set now." Betsy flicked a switch and three large wide-screen plasma TV's turned on along three walls of the living room, high above. It was easy to see what the scenes were. Penny's husband had been stripped naked. He had been seated on a very comfortable high chair, legs tied down wide apart, arms also tied down. Six high-resolution cameras were focused and trained on his genitals. Crisp, colorful images of his erect penis from different directions were showing on the TV's above. His cock as seen from the left and the right, from the top and the bottom, and head-on could be admired in sharp resolution. And the cameras had been focused so that only his cock and testicles filled the screens. All the guests applauded at Betsy's imagination and Edith's electronic wizardry. Penny admired her husband, always so virile and so masculine, now showing off his cock, that same cock that filled Penny so often. There was one thing that caught her eye. It looked like something, a small white knob, seemed to be attached to either side of his testicles and wires running out from them. She looked at Betsy. Betsy laughed, "Penny, Edith got these tiny, extremely powerful speakers and glued them to his testicles. They are playing the beat of the music we are hearing, but playing it deep into his testicles. It is like the music is churning his balls, acting like a very deep, intense, non-contact vibrator. That stimulates the production of sperm, forcing it to produce more and more, building it up inside him. And see how his cock is almost throbbing to the beat?" The other women and men looked closely and sure enough, Penny's husband's testicles and cock seemed to be throbbing as dancing to the music! Tanya panicked and blurted out, "What if he shoots his load accidentally?" Tanya was always so childish and naïve in her sexual questions. Betsy laughed, "Don't worry, we stuck a tube in his mouth to give him a steady stream of water to keep him hydrated and dissolved a few pills for erectile dysfunction. That will keep him rock-hard all night, no matter what, no matter how many ejaculations premature or involuntary he may have!" The women laughed and applauded. Edith added one last thing. "Just as we all can see his cock and testicles, we also have cameras and microphones in this room. He too has plasma TV's upstairs, so he can see and hear whatever we are doing down here. Except that Betsy can turn off the feed if she does not want him to see something in particular that someone is doing with Penny." Penny almost had an orgasm on the spot! Everyone could see her husband's cock and testicles. Everyone, men and women, would be fucking soon. Penny was going to be the center of sexual activity. And it was going to be all to celebrate her first year as a woman's whore! Betsy looked at Penny, "Ready, darling?' Penny swallowed hard, laughed cheerfully, and agreed, "Yes, Betsy, ready when you are." Betsy looked around the room and simply said, "You may begin." Men and women moved around the room, matching palm numbers to find their partners, laughing and kissing happily when the match was made. Penny would come over to each couple, undress the woman first and kiss her while her mate watched. Penny would then undress the male, taking hold of his erection firmly in her hands to feel its size and hardness, and taking it to her mouth to suck it once before wishing it a happy fuck. Penny did this with every single couple: some had to patiently bide their time until Penny could come over to them. And overhead, Edith was controlling the cameras so that Penny's husband would see on his on plasma TV's as his wife undressed each woman, as she sucked each man's cock. Couples were kissing and fondling each other all over the place. Some were eagerly into oral sex. Others had already started vaginal intercourse. For these couples, Penny would lie next to them, gently sucking on the woman's breasts (or clit, if exposed), fingering them if possible. Penny had fucked every single one of these women many times before, but the sensation of doing it to a woman as a man who was not her husband fucking her had Penny on the very verge of many orgasms! Penny looked around and spotted Annie fucking Jon for the very first time, their respective spouses off making love with other friends somewhere else. Penny approached them and motioned Annie to lie on her side, Jon to spoon behind her and continue fucking Annie while fondling her breasts. Penny lay next to Annie, placing her head between Annie's legs, 69 so that Annie could also eat Penny at the same time. But here Penny had a huge advantage. Over the course of the year, Annie had often hired Penny's professional sexual services. Penny knew EXACTLY what turned Annie on, what got her so very close to an orgasm, how to get her to back off, and how to turn her back on to drive her again and again to the brink of a massive orgasm. And that Penny did, with perfection and skill, as Jon fucked Annie really hard and deep, Penny driving Annie wild with desire and denied ecstasy. Knowing that Annie was getting harder and harder to control, Penny grabbed Jon's huge cock and balls in hands. A massive flick of Penny's tongue and Annie started to climax. Penny forced Jon's as well. She let him have one, huge burst of ejaculate in Annie's pussy. Penny shoved Jon's cock out of Annie and took it in her mouth, taking on huge gobs of his ejaculate, but not swallowing. Annie was screaming with fury. Her very own orgasm had been cut short abruptly. Penny had stopped lashing at her clit with her tongue the moment of her climax. Penny had shoved Jon's cock out and was sucking it almost dry. Annie was a raging fury, screaming for her just climax. And when her mouth was a full as it could get, Penny shoved Jon's cock back into Annie's pussy to let her have whatever was left in him. Penny, mouth full with Jon's ejaculate, walked over to where Jon's wife was fucking another man. Penny put her mouth to Jon's wife's and kissed her passionately tonguing her deep all the way almost to her tonsils. Needless to say, throughout the kiss, Penny was also passing through to Jon's wife Jon's ejaculate. Jon's wife had an immediate orgasm! The taste of her husband's ejaculate, so clear and so intimately well known to her, being passed on to her through the mouth of another woman while a total stranger fucked her over and over again was irresistibly orgasmic! No wonder Penny was such a loved companion, such a highly rewarded woman's whore, a woman who had the imagination, tenderness, affection, and presence of mind to give any and every woman exactly what was needed for just the perfect orgasm! At one point, while Penny was alternately servicing two cocks in her mouth while the two respective women were eating her clit, Penny looked up and saw on the plasma TV's that her husband was ejaculating. Not much, just a dribble, a constant dribble of an involuntary ejaculation. And yet, his cock remained rock-hard and erect. Betsy was really good at this! She knew what she was doing! Penny resumed with enthusiasm. She worked her way around the living room, servicing each couple, two or three at times. Did Penny have an orgasm? The answer is a question whose answer is just as obvious, "Do traffic cops get tickets?' (No, they give them.) Betsy felt it was time to fuck Penny. All men were given erectile dysfunction pills to get them ready again. Penny went around the room, picking cocks based strictly on size: length and girth. And here is where Edith got really creative with her electronic wizardry. The feed into Penny's husband's TV was that of Penny taking that cock in her hands, feeling it and pumping it, sucking it and getting to know it intimately. But the instant that the cock approached Penny's vagina or ass (depending on Penny's mood), the feed would go blank. Penny knew that her husband would not see her being actually penetrated and ravished by another man: all he would get would be his and her sounds of passion, hearing the throes of their sexuality. Penny: Model And Coach Ch. 02 Man after man fucked Penny with reckless abandon. His partner would often take part, she sucking on Penny's huge nipples, she playing with Penny's clit, parting her labia, stimulating Penny as only another woman knows how to do. Penny was dripping with ejaculate from countless men! And then came Penny's moment of glory. She had picked three men for last. She called them her Three Stallions of Victory. Each had a really huge cock, the pride and joy of his respective wife and delight of the other woman who had been his lover this evening. The first man lay on the floor, his huge erection throbbing. Edith zoomed the camera in so that Penny's husband could see it clearly. Penny asked Betsy for permission, and upon getting the nod, straddled that huge cock. Slowly, very slowly and patiently, Penny lowered herself. Two men were assisting Penny as she lowered herself. Two women were parting Penny's labia and holding the cock, guiding it. At the last moment, a surprise move and his cock pushed against Penny's ass. She gasped slightly and the men let her fall for a very deep and complete anal penetration. The two other Stallions of Victory approached. Penny sucked each one, one last time lovingly. Hands at her sides, the other women helped Penny get comfortable. Betsy paused and then slowly, carefully, with utmost precision took each of Penny's huge nipples in her taut, slender fingers. Slowly, Betsy increased the pressure, squeezing tighter and tighter, until Penny indicated that her threshold of pain had been reached. Betsy squeezed just a tiny bit more, showing who was in control. Penny smiled. She was ready. Slowly, patiently, the other two Stallions of Victory approached Penny's aching, soaked, and wildly dilated pussy. The feed into the cameras on the TV's in Penny's husband's room were turned off. Everyone else watched in total admiration what Penny did next. One Stallion of Victory was already throbbing deep into her ass. Penny took on the other two Stallions of Victory into her vagina at the same time! Yes! Penny had one huge cock up her ass and TWO huge cocks up her pussy, all three at the same time! Yes, she did! Penny was moaning in joy. No, she was not faking it. Yes, Penny was having an orgasm! No, she was not alone! The Three Stallions of Victory were pumping her and having their orgasms as well! No, they were not alone either! Other women were having spontaneous orgasms as well. Yes, men were also masturbating and splashing Penny's body from head to toe with their ejaculate! What a night this was!!! The TV's overhead showed that Penny's husband, who could not see a thing of what was going on downstairs, but could hear everything, could what his wife was doing and he too ejaculated over and over again, into thin air, vividly captured on TV for all downstairs to admire. Ah, yes, what a night this was! Much later, all were drained, over-orgasm-ed, tired and exhausted. Penny was helped off, and carried over to the large sofa, laid down smothered in smiles, and given refreshments. Her body was soaked in that delicious aroma of perspiration and multiple ejaculates. The splendid enormity of Penny's breasts seemed to fill the room. With each deep breath Penny would take, her huge breasts would rise and fall heavily. She looked magnificent, her laughter matching the impressive size and movement of her chest. Her husband was brought down, beaming with pride at the superb performance his wife had put on. No wonder she made so much money all year as a woman's whore! Penny, his wife, was a magnificent lover – and not just for women, either! He sat next to her. They looked so happy, so much in love, like a honeymoon couple the morning after. Both were sexually spent, and yet their eyes glowed as they looked into each other's. Her huge breasts bobbed up and down; his cock remained rock-hard thanks to the massive dosages of pills he had been fed. Men and women, all of whom by now Penny had eaten and fucked stood or sat around, honored to be part of such a major event. A few married couples managed to reunite, but overall most were happy with someone else's spouse. Betsy made an announcement, "This evening we celebrate Penny's first full year as our whore. (Applause) She has worked very hard to pleasure each and every woman here and countless more. (Applause) She has pleasured your husbands tonight as well. (Applause) And Amanda and your girlfriend, too! (Laughter) But tonight is Penny's last as our whore. (Dismay)" Betsy took out a sheet of accounting ledger paper. "This is Penny's account. In it I have recorded every entry, every source and every use of funds. Penny has gotten 20%. The expenses have been recorded. The balance of the 80% I have invested for Penny in a very high-yield account. It has grown tremendously. Penny sweetheart, here it is, every penny (laughter) of it accounted for properly. Penny darling, here is a check for you. It is your money. You earned it. With the sweat of your brow, with the wetness of your pussy, you have earned it." Holding the check up high, the friends gasped and applauded. When Betsy handed Penny the check, she almost fainted. She had never seen a check for so much money, much less made out in her name. She tried to stand to kiss Betsy, but her legs were too wobbly and fell back down on the sofa. Her husband had tears of gratitude and admiration streaming down his cheeks. Betsy smiled, "Penny, you will retire after tonight. With all that money, you and your husband will never need to work again a day in your lives!" All the guests cheered; all agreed that Penny had more than deserved it for all the hard work she had put in as their whore, for all the pleasure she had given to so many women, for all the pain and humiliation and degradation she had endured that another woman may climax at will, fulfilling any fetish she may have harbored awaiting someone like Penny to turn it into reality. Betsy motioned for silence. Turning to Penny's husband, "You too have endured a lot. You have encouraged your lovely wife to a life of loose sexuality, to coming home every night reeking of perfume and pussy, to working long hours and late nights. As a reward, tonight you may have any woman you wish. All the women here this evening part their legs wide and raise them high for you. Take the one you wish." Her hand waved across the entire room, offering Penny's husband his choice. He surveyed the scene: young women, mature women, tall women, short women, chatty women, shy women, red-heads, brunettes, and blondes, all were available, ready and willingly nude before him. Penny's husband, eyes filled with emotion, voice trembling with joy, called out loud and clear for all to hear, "Tonight I want to have the Queen herself!" Betsy walked slowly towards him. The other women followed in step right behind her. And all the men formed a circle around them. Betsy stared deep into his eyes and bowed deeply, "Sir, may I present the Queen." She offered Penny's hand to him, "Your Majesty, your charming Prince requests your hand." He turned to face her. The look of a couple passionately and forever in love flashed across their faces as they stared at one another and smiled. Men and women present broke into a spontaneous cheer of joy! And with that, Penny and her husband consummated their renewed vows, making love intensely and tenderly, totally oblivious to all the eyes that were feasting on their supreme orgasm together. The irony was not lost on a few of the guests. Penny, who had been the Woman's Whore of the Year, was the only one actually fucking her very own husband that evening. It was all so marvelous, so magical! A long year had come to an end. Men and women left, each with someone else's spouse for the night. Only Penny and her husband remained. Only they and Betsy, who offered the happy couple her master bedroom, adjourning to the guest bedroom with Amanda and her girlfriend. Could we say, then, that Penny and her husband lived happily ever after? Not really. A woman as erotically skillful and talented, as promiscuous and as sexually active as Penny, could not stay in retirement for long. But that, dearest reader, just might become the topic of Chapter 3...