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The Champagne Campaign Ch. 02

By: springhill49635



The next day passed in the usual flurry of creative conferences, phone calls, and board work and it wasn't until nearly quitting time that Cassie heard a rap on her office door and the UPS man was waving a package and a receipt at her. 

"Special delivery. You're to sign here if you accept delivery Miss."

Puzzled, she took the package and opened it. Under the gift-wrap she discovered a box of chocolate-covered-cherries and Connors business card. A quick blush flowed over her cheeks as yesterday's encounter with him returned all too vividly.

'SIGN IF WE"VE GOT A DEAL!' Connor's had written under his name.

Cassie uttered a flustered gasp. Connor's wasn't kidding about her virginity! Why should he care so much about whether she kept her maidenhead or not? Shaking her head with bafflement and amusement she signed the receipt. If keeping her cherry would deliver the account, no problem. There was apparently no chance her virginal vagina would relax anyway.

Opening the box of cherries she popped one into her mouth, let it dissolve deliciously on her tongue, returned to her board and stared out the window at the Chicago cityscape. Her virginity had always troubled her. It was totally at war with her instincts, which she had discovered were utterly sensual and venturesome. So much so that she'd had to give into them with an endless indulgence in self-pleasuring, and that had led to that other on-going adventure that had only ceased when she left home for Design School.

Subsequently as a constraint on her libido she had given herself the goal of finding "Mr. Right" and keeping her maidenhead for him. Wryly she had to admit that she had been only too willing to give it up to Connors yesterday on what amounted to nothing more than a casual fuck. That he had finally chosen to reject her offering baffled her.

The search for the perfect mate had certainly been a disappointment. Had she been too fussy, too busy, too independent? Whatever the answer she was twenty, Mr. Right was nowhere in sight, she was totally focused on her career and success seemed to be dependent on keeping her virginity, at least as far as the Bubbles account was concerned. Cassie shook her head in disbelief. 'This is all too weird for words' she sighed returning to her work.

At last she was about to leave for home when Harrison called her into his office and he was beaming with satisfaction. "Just got a call from Connors. His CEO wants a complete presentation on the Champagne Campaign. They want to see final comprehensive layouts. How soon can you get them done?"

"I don't have final art yet, but we can get to comps in a week if I get right on it," she answered decisively.

"Okay. Give first priority to the Bubbles account," Harrison smiled. I certainly appreciate your efforts in this, Cassie," he finished with a direct glance at her.

She nodded without looking at him a quick flush coming to her cheeks. How much did Harrison know about what had passed between herself and Connors yesterday afternoon in the hotel? His suggestive hungry glance told her a lot and moments later she was in Scotty's office with the Bubbles layouts in her hands.

"We're going to have to re-shoot the graphics for the Champagne Campaign," she announced. I want more selection and better photography before we go to final art. Cassie dumped the handful of transparencies she had shot of herself on Scotty's desk. "These were just for roughs."

Scotty sorted through the pile holding one after the other up to the light. "The model is great," he sighed longingly, "but the lighting could be better I suppose."

"I just called my supplier. He's ready to shoot tonight."

"You're the expert," Scotty shrugged.

"We should have the new pics by tomorrow afternoon," she said without telling him that she was going to be the model. Of course that was the other part of the deal with Connors; he wanted her boobs and her butt in final art.

As the cab wound its way under the El and off into the west side, where the rent was less and the surroundings lesser, Cassie cradled her layouts in her lap, waited for the nondescript facade of The Studio to emerge, and considered her predicament. Conners had delivered; it looked like they would get the Bubbles account and now she had to come through with her part of the deal, which was posing for the artwork. Thanks to that host of porn videos in her past she was well prepared for her assignment, she knew what she had to do. 

It was nearly dark when the cab let her off at the empty lobby of the building. She entered, found the photo studio and stepped into a circle of light cast by the floods and spots. The two men sitting between the cameras rose from their stools and turned to her. No wonder Bart got such good results from the women who posed for him, Cassie mused, he was every bit as good looking as the male model he had hired to help with the shoot.

"Cassie meet Dave," Bart saluted her and the fellow nodded politely.

Cassie sized David up. Good choice for body type and height she decided, observing Bart sizing her up as well. She remembered the first time they had met at the agency and he had mistaken her for a teen model rather than the art-director she actually was. It had taken her a while to earn his respect, and now she was going to have to prove herself for what he taken her for at the outset.

"You've never modeled before?" he asked.

"No, but I've worked with models."

"It's not quite the same," he smiled. "Can you put yourself in my hands?"

"I can try," she replied handing him her rough layouts, "and I know what I want."

He sorted through the pages, nodding as he grasped the idea, pursing his lips and looking at her speculatively when he reached the Kama Sutra poses. "Well, let's get started," he said pushing a modeling stand out into the circle of light.

Cassie looked at the platform where she was about to offer herself for the camera and the first inklings of doubt assailed her. Could she really do this? Maybe they should have hired a pro after all. Would Bart be satisfied with her figure?

Stepping behind the screen to undress she felt her enthusiasm for her vision submerging as her uncertainties over her attributes surfaced. By the time she had dropped her skirt her hands were cold and trembling and her fingers were awkward and stiff in unbuttoning her blouse. She had groomed herself with her usual care for this and she knew her skin everywhere was flawless, and baby smooth; her long soft tresses fresh and lightly scented. Carefully she hung her clothes on the hangers trying to compose her self, knowing she had done everything she could to make her self ready but her knees were trembling when she walked out to the floodlights.

Bart glanced up from his cameras and did a double take. His doubts when she had told him that she was going to pose vanished as far as her figure was concerned. Immediately he was struck by her petite girlish perfection. Not more than five foot, her slim figure distributed ideally between shapely legs leading up to a cute little butt below a slim-waisted compact torso sporting small but succulent breasts and luscious nipples.

Decidedly this girl knew how to present herself too. Her long golden brown hair trimmed to frame her face fell below her shoulders in tempting disarray. She wore no jewelry, no body art, and only a touch of makeup. She didn't need anything to accent, or distract from her beauty and sumptuous proportions; her breasts tilted enticingly, perfect in proportion to her small frame and incredibly sexy. And her whole abdomen all the way down to her deliciously shaved sex was a dream.

That generous puffy pussy was an ideal counterpoint to her slim body and her face was a turn-on in itself. Those knowing blue eyes beneath the arched brows, that sexy mouth with the sumptuous lips over lovely white teeth, even her neat little nose with its pert tip signaled something sensuous. 

Photographing nude women was his practice and he had long ago learned how to bring out their best features, always letting the shot exude personality as much as anatomy. This girl could be a delight if the promise of her body was also reflected in her attitude. She presented with all the charm of ripe nubile adolescence enhanced with an aura of subtle eroticism.

"Well Cassie if you would step up on the stand we'll get started. We'll do the breast shots first," he said walking over to her and giving her a hand up to the platform.

Looking down at him Cassie held her breath while he studied her boobs. Would she pass? "Lift your arms," he intoned studying her from both sides and from below.

"Are my tits too small?" Cassie tried to make her voice sound cool but she was anything but collected. "The shot has to be more than just boobs. It has to be sexy," she added.

"You've got luscious breasts, Cassie. What happens when they're stimulated?"

"They get engorged, that's what I need to see in the pics. Sexy tits."

"Do you want to show me? If you want it to be erotic you've got to be turned on."

"What do you want me to do, just tell me?" she answered evenly.

"Play with yourself, do whatever you do to sex yourself up."

Cassie looked away with a droll laugh. 'Shades of Connors', she thought as she began to fondle her breasts, but she was so nervous that not much happened.

Bart watched her for a few minutes, picked up a remote and waved it at her. "What puts you in the mood?"

"New Age music, Hearts of Space, most anything that tingles." 

The sound came up slowly and filled the space around her as she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. 'Just put everything out of your mind except making it feel good', she told herself. 'Do it just like you did it with Connors yesterday, only now your doing it in front of two guys and they're both dreamboats.'

The first sensations awakened then under her fingers, trembles and flickers that came and went as she worked her nipples but that didn't really rouse her. She sighed with frustration and glanced up at Bart, knowing that she couldn't fake it, this had to be real. It had to show in the tilt of her tits, and she knew how they lifted when she was turned on. 

"Just relax, Cassie," Bart smiled sympathetically at her. "I know what you're aiming for but you're going to have to put yourself in my hands. Are you willing to do that?"

"I guess so," she murmured offering her breast to his hand with a glance up into his eyes. He smiled and nodded his hand cupping her boob softly. 

'Oh God,' she gasped inwardly, the sensations of his fingers utterly satisfying in that skillful tease of her tits, and then when the broad warmth of his palm floated down over her belly, stroking its way to her loins until his fingers were caressing that swollen bulge above her pussy lips, she felt all those sensations that Conners had awakened yesterday flooding her being again. 

"You're beautiful, Cassie. You've got yummy breasts. Gorgeous. You love to have me play with you like this don't you?"

Her gaze dropped to his and then drifted over his shoulder to the male model waiting just beyond the circle of light where she stood so utterly revealed. The illumination touched his bare legs exposed by the parted folds of his robe and she followed it up to his loins where his hand held the generous length of his rising erection.

Suddenly yesterday's revel with Connors returned in full bloom. All this was unbelievable but it was happening and being at the center of it filled her again with that sensation of abandon she had just experienced with him, only now there were two guys hungry for her. She knew she had to give herself over now to what she had only fantasized in her wildest self-pleasuring. She had no choice, her job, everything, depended on bringing this off.

"Show me how you like it best, darling," Bart whispered to her.

Cassie covered his hand with hers and slid him onto her pussy lips. Capturing his finger with hers she directed it to her clitoris and worked it madly staring into his face, her breath moving in tight little pants between her lips. This time when she slid her fingers over her nipples they swirled into life, a hot flush awakened in her neck, flowed over her bosom, and her nipples really began to tingle. 

She lifted her gaze to male model. He was masturbating his cock into full erection and it would be a mouthful for sure. His eyes captured hers knowingly and she dropped her lids shyly. 

"There, that's what my tits are like when they're stimulated," she gasped.

Bart studied the turgid tilted shapes of her engorging breasts and hardening nipples, the latter a heavenly deep rose over the flush on her pale succulent tits. Her luscious nipples had a lovely symmetry and they trembled, every little crease and bulge an erotic echo of the sensations bursting within them.

"Does that feel good Cassie?" Bart murmured his finger continuing its gentle stroking over her clitoris.

"Oh God yes!" she sighed.

"Kiss your nipples," he urged. 

With a sigh she tugged at her tit, bent her face to her boob and dragged her tongue over her nipple in the photo-flash of light. The sensation spiraled down into her tummy mingling with the surges spreading from his finger on her clit. 

"Let me suck them Cassie." 

'Did he have to do that too?' she wondered but she arched her back, lifting her tits into his caress with a soft sigh of satisfaction. 

His lips fondled her paps with gentle squeezes, savoring her firmness, and after each squeeze she felt even firmer. Obviously he knew just how to milk her boobs to give them the erotic swelling that she wanted them to have until at last they were aching with engorgement. 

Something else was aching too, something swollen hard and hidden under the dark soft recesses of her clitoral hood, something that forced her into lifting her hips into slow sensual thrusts against the maddening pleasure of his finger. Then just when she thought she would have to give in to the orgasm that was gathering itself within her he said: "Lie back on the stand Cassie."

Gasping she complied and he brought his cameras into play. "You're beautiful babe. Arch your back. Play with your tits. Tell me how they feel, doll."

"They feel wonderful," Cassie sighed.

"You like to show them off don't you?"

"I love it," Cassie complied.

"You want the whole world to see you like this don't you?"

"Does the whole world want to see me?" she whispered.

"You better believe it sweetheart."

"Then I want everyone to see me," she moaned.

"Are your nipples nice and hard?" he muttered over the clicking shutter on the camera.

"Yes," she groaned.

"You'd like to come wouldn't you?"

"I will if you don't stop talking that way."

"You've got a beautiful twat, Cassie.

"You must like big ones too," she giggled.

"Who else does?"

"Never mind," she laughed.

The shutters snapped endlessly as he moved about her catching her breasts from every angle. She swayed, she dangled, she rested, she lifted her breasts and tweaked her nipples. 

"Lift your arms over your head, darling," He took her from one side and then the other, from above, and from across her shoulders. "Spread your knees and open your beautiful thighs, sweetheart."

Cassie obeyed, taking him between her legs like a lover as he knelt to her, his face so close to her vulva that he could have kissed her there while his camera shot the swell of her breasts from below. Her thighs began to ache with the need to close, hold his head right where it was and capture his mouth on her cunt and then she felt his tongue touch her clit with a quick lick that sent a shock of arousal shimmering within her. 

'Get a grip on yourself girl this is business,' she told herself, but how long it would be business if things went on like this she didn't know. And then he was up on his knees between her legs shooting down at her breasts. He sat back then on his haunches, looked speculatively into her face, and then down at her loins. Was he thinking what she was thinking Cassie wondered? If he was they were in trouble. Her clit was aching more than ever from all the fondling with his fingers and that incredible touch of his tongue. 

"Do you want me to shoot your vul-va , sweetheart?" he asked.

Cassie sighed. The way he said 'vul-va' made the word sound so sexy she couldn't believe it. "Yeah," she nodded.

"I want your hands in this too, Cassie. I think we can do some really nice things here."

"You want me to...masturbate?" The word rolled shyly but seductively off her tongue.

"I want you to make love to your vul-va, sweetheart. You have beautiful hands. I want to see you touch yourself in the most sensual way you can imagine. Show me what really feels good to you. Go ahead and let yourself come if you want to. You have gorgeous legs; wonderful thighs; a darling butt. Show me how it feels to stroke them."

"God, you make me want to come just talking that way," Cassie groaned as Bart moved his lights, aiming for the just the right effect, and their warmth flooded her loins. "Do you want both hands or just one?" she murmured.

"Whatever feels the best to you sweetheart"

"I always start with one hand on my nipple," she mumbled beginning the familiar torture of her swollen bud while her other hand posed delicately above her labia. "And then I touch myself like this..." His shutter snapped capturing the touch. "and then this feels really nice...especially when I stroke myself like this...and I can feel my pussy-lips getting bigger, even bigger than they already are...do you think I'm too big?"

"I think you are absolutely luscious, sweetheart. Your big pussy is the perfect accent to your girlish little bod," he whispered his camera catching her every motion, "and I love to see you open up like that." He caught her flinching with pleasure as her finger slid into the crease between her petals.

"I love to do this...just swirl around inside my pussy lips...like this...while I touch my clitoris...God that feels so good...I can't believe I'm doing this while your taking pictures of me!"

"Does this turn you on Cassie?" He moved to shoot both her hands now, her fingers curved and lifted like a ballerina's, dancing delicately over her clitoris with one finger while the other stroked madly within her labia.

"Yes, it does turn me on. It makes me want to open myself up to you."

"Do it sweetheart, spread your pussy-lips, yes, like that, you've got a luscious long pink, babe!"

"Have I? God, my clit feels so big, so hard, it aches."

"Do you want to come, Cassie?" Hold it while we get a nice shot, that's right love, another one."

"I'm so wet. I'm getting really close to coming."

"Just do your clit with one finger, can you do that darling? I want to get your vul-va when you come."

"Yes. I'm almost there! God! Oh God!"

Cassie's panting drowned out the rattle of the shutter as her orgasm rippled and shook in her thighs, the spasms convulsing deliciously in her vagina. She writhed and shook under the pleasure capturing her body, and then she lay breathless, her bosom heaving, spent and ebbing under Bart's lens, and even this he captured, his camera moving up, over, and around the seductiveness of her petite body.

When Bart left at last to reload his cameras, she rolled over on her belly and her gaze fell upon David. She had all but forgotten about him and what was next. There was no doubt he had witnessed her orgasm, and she was suddenly, and shyly, aware of how she had just performed for these two strangers. Strangest of all was how turned on she felt by knowing what they had seen her do, and how easy it had been to reach orgasm that way with them watching her like that. 

It was clear that David hadn't forgotten. He was already naked, waiting to join her for the Kama Sutras, and his cock beat Conners' for sure. He held it in his hand and the look in his eye meant only one thing! 


The Champagne Campaign Ch. 03



The Studio delivered the shoot the next day at four-o-clock and Cassie spent the rest of the afternoon and evening locked in her office with the results. Scotty tapped on the glass panel beside her door several times but she waved him off. Bart had delivered all right! The deep crimson blush that suffused her cheeks when she first dumped the glossies onto her desk faded into a rosy flush that stayed with her the rest of the day. The shots of her boobs were bold enough especially the ones that showed her tongue bent to her turgid nipples. But the 'bonus' shots were unbelievable! Every erotic detail of her blowjobs lay revealed with a clarity that numbed her. The only saving grace was that Bart had managed to imbue the shots with an intense eroticism instead of a cold clinical display.

Once she could begin to get beyond the daunting fact that this was her body her artistic instincts began to toy with the possibilities in those images. But the final shock emerged when she racked all the transparencies on her light box. Here in living color were her boobs, her cunt with its swollen clit, her masturbation's, and all the pornographic outpourings of the blowjobs, the shakti, and the 'wave of bliss', including that final shockingly erotic anal embrace between the three of them that Bart had obviously captured with his remote cameras.

"Oh my God!" she groaned as she searched the envelope again. At least Bart had delivered all the negatives. Hopefully she had everything in her hands and the shoot would be just a memory between the three of them, a memory that could be filed in the dustbin along with the Connor's interlude.

Sweeping the shots of that final orgiastic anal threesome from the light box she bundled them into her briefcase. These were going to her apartment to stay and with those out of sight she could get back to work. Cassie worked the rest of the week and through the weekend in the photo-lab and her studio, and two days before the due date arrived she not only had the final comprehensive layouts for the Champagne Campaign presentation to the client finished, but another idea as well. An idea that was so shocking, and so bold, that she hardly dared to contemplate it, but an idea that she couldn't resist bringing to fruition.

The only problem was that she needed something and most likely it was at her apartment in her briefcase. She treated herself to leaving work at closing time, dined at Field's and did some shopping, and by the time she reached her building it was raining and an early dusk was just settling over the city.

Cassie changed, showered, slipped into her pajamas and set up her projector. This wasn't going to be easy. Just squinting at the tiny images in the transparencies had been more than enough. Blowing them up to life size on her screen would take some moxie, but nothing ventured nothing gained she decided as she sorted through the pictures, loaded them into the carousel, and turned the projector on.

Shaking her head in wonder at herself Cassie quickly reviewed her experience of just a week ago and it wasn't until she got to the shots of herself giving David head that she began to study the slides. The night came to back to her then with an immediacy that was stunning. She found herself fascinated not only with the way she had given herself over to that experience in front of Bart's cameras, but to the sensations of those two penises pleasuring her beyond belief.

'So that's what I look like doing it,' she marveled while the art director and the sybarite voluptuary within her considered that evening's experiences.

Here in front of her were those first tentative licks on David's erection. The feel of it filled her hand again as she remembered pressing him to her mouth and working her tongue over his testicles and up the shaft of his organ. He was so smooth and hot on her tongue. Absently she wiped it over her lips, licking at their fullness, tasting only herself but sensing that exciting male aura that had filled her mouth when she settled down at last to giving him what she had learned from her past and all those porn movies she had watched.

Lifting her hand she pushed her finger into her mouth and began to suck it as she called up the next images, studying the way she had taken him into the depths of her cheeks so she could really nurse his cock, caress the full length of his shaft with her tongue, and work her mouth over the flares of his lobes, her eyes closed with absorption. She clicked again, the cum-shot filled the screen before her and she stared at herself in surprise.

'God girl you're not half-bad at giving blow-jobs,' she marveled, studying the scenes with the detachment of her art-director persona. Of course there had been all those hours soaking up her collection of porn movies to say nothing of that 'adventure' in her past that had primed her so well for this display. 'I must really love to eat cum' she moaned over the images of David climaxing upon her face, and the intent way she had licked his organ clean after his orgasm. 

With a sigh Cassie worked her way through the shoot looking for a picture of David's erection and there were plenty of them. But she was either licking him, or sucking him, or fondling him with her hand. 

Clicking through the array more slowly she decided there weren't any pictures that she could use, not for what she had in mind now. What she didn't have in mind was the effect these visuals would have on her self. As the needs of her art-director persona submerged, the needs of the feminine voluptuary emerged, and the whole aura of the experience returned. She began to examine with a certain obsessed fascination her own obvious surrender, her utter absorption with, and her total enjoyment of that orgiastic experience with those two handsome guys.

Now the very sensations returned to her along with that familiar ache in her loins. Cassie switched her CD player on and New Age ambiance filled the room while she lingered over one erotic image after the other, searching for the picture she liked the best. First a slow smile of wonder settled on her lips when she contemplated the spectacle unfolding before her in that final anal orgy with Bart and David, and then her awed giggles of appreciation echoed in the room.

Never in her fantasies had she expected that reality would live up to her wildest dreams. Yes she knew she was anally erotic but she had never pursued that pleasure beyond superficial sensations with her fingers; but when Bart had plunged his finger into her depths and his had been followed by David's a whole new realm of sensations opened before her to be filled with their cocks. Her anal pucker had climaxed incessantly until their erections were beyond recovery but her cunt was still craving satisfaction. 

Now the utterly erotic tug of those moments so possessed her that she was hardly aware that her hand had slipped within her robe and was massaging her nipples. She stayed with those final shots reliving the moments so intensely that the belt on her bathrobe simply unwound all by itself and her robe fell from her shoulders. Somehow her other hand slipped down between her naked thighs and discovered with perfect precision the place where her clitoris peaked out from the separation of her pussy lips.

And now the fingers on her nipples were sending thrilling little signals down to the finger on her clitoris, and her clitoris was sending the sensations back to both her nipples. And the faster the signals went back and forth the more intense they became, and the more her cunt ached, and the wetter it got, the harder her vagina throbbed; so that her mini-orgasms just floated up in the most deliciously suspenseful way and stayed there, and that's when Cassie picked up the phone and called Scotty.

He was on his way out of his office when he answered and she said, "Hi, Scotty. What's up?"

"Cassie?" he queried. Her voice had an unfamiliar throaty timbre that he didn't recognize at first but when he did the bulge lifted urgently under his fly. 

"Just wanted to let you know that I'm taking rain checks tonight."

Twenty minutes later he buzzed her intercom, and when she let him into her apartment the first thing he heard was the 'hearts of spacey' music. She was standing in the archway to the living room like the nearest thing to a live wet-dream in his life, wearing a loose gold jacquard pajama top and nothing else. He had seen her hair loose like that, out of the clasp and combed back over her left ear while the right side fell in a golden shower over bosom on that morning when she had let him fondle her tits in the office. The striking clarity of her blue eyes beneath her dark lashes held him now just the way they had that morning when she had given him the 'rain-check'.

Cassie held out her hands to him; Scotty slipped his raincoat and suit-coat and off in one quick molt and let them drop to the floor, and then she sidled him into her dusky living room. Her sleeper-couch lay open in a satiny billow of pearl colored sheets amidst the aroma of the scented candles on each side. On the coffee table beside the bed a bottle of Bubbles Champagne chilled in the ice-bucket, and at the foot of the bed her camera reared upon its tripod.

"What's this," Scotty exclaimed between incredulity and anticipation while he tugged at his tie, "a market survey?"

Cassie smiled coyly, her mouth so sumptuously lush that all Scotty wanted was to be the sole participant in her focus group. "I just want to see if you get the point," she said.

Scotty looked at her camera. "I never would have guessed that you're into kinky sex, but live and let live I always say."

"Why don't you open the champagne?" she sighed stretching herself languorously upon one elbow over the sheets, her pajama top lifting to expose the beauty of her legs and a hint of her delicious buttocks. Expertly he popped the cork with just the right amount of sound, not too much foam and poured the pale saffron libation carefully into the flutes just so the head bubbled up to the rims and stopped.

He handed her the glass and she lifted it to him. " Here's to the 'best of taste," she whispered his headline, and her eyes fairly made his heart jump as he responded, "And to the artist of seduction!" The crystal ring of the flutes echoed as they touched and sipped the toast.

Scotty put his glass down and worked on his shirt buttons while Cassie sat back to watch him strip. She had good sense of his physique from their months of working together but tonight it was the hidden details that interested her. 

Sipping at the champagne as he shed his shirt she rolled the bubbly on her tongue when he dropped his pants. The bulge in his boxer shorts was heartening, but the most satisfying revelation was the circumcision of his penis. With Bart and David and Conners only David had been cut. Her fellatio with all of them had been a delight, but the artist in her relished the shapes of David's naked lobes and the sybarite in her did too.

Cassie slithered across the pearly satin sheets and twiddled the empty Champagne flute in her fingers. "Scotty I need to ask a favor of you,." 

"Sure," he replied, "I don't mind using a condom." Actually there was nothing he wanted more than the uninhibited feel of his naked penis in her hot vagina, but after-all this was just their first date.

"You're a sweetheart, Scotty. But there's something else. I need a picture of a big, hard, hot, randy cock and I'm willing to make you that way if you'll be my model."

"You want to take a picture of my cock?" he exclaimed.

"No. Your erection."

"Why?"

Cassie held the champagne flute in her hand up to him. "Can't you figure it out?" she whispered.

Taking the long narrow glass from her fingers he twirled it by the stem in front of his face. "It's a cock," he marveled, "an erection!" 

"A phallus everybody drinks out of," Cassie giggled, "every toast a blow-job."

"God!" Scotty exclaimed in wondrous admiration as the possibilities unfolded.

"I've got the graphics nearly done. All I need is this..." she laughed, giving Scotty's cock a gentle stroke with her fingers.

"Babe, I'm all yours," he offered grandly.

"Okay, Great! Make him hard while I set up."

"Make him hard!" Scotty gasped. "You want me to masturbate right in front of you?"

"Well sure. What's the big deal?" Cassie returned thinking of her afternoon of self-pleasuring with Connors, and her long masturbatory shoot with Bart and David. "I thought all you guys were into masturbation."

"Well I'm not. Not that way I mean."

"If I do it will you do it too?" Cassie teased. Scotty looked like he might. "Oh, I'll take care of you," she offered cranking up her camera and turning on the flood light. "You just lie down there and make yourself all comfy." 

Scotty stretched out, his half-hardened cock now deflated to its customary proportions under all this business talk while Cassie focused and took her light-readings. "All right," she said as she slipped back onto the bed and drew herself to his side.

Outside her windows the rain pelted on the glass, the thunder rumbled out over the lake, and a flash of lightening creased the night sky. There were only two buttons that held her long full boxy top, so loose that the shapes of her breasts were all but lost in it, and her hands were nearly covered by the full cuffs. Scotty reached up undid the bottom button and Cassie undid the top one. In a second the top slid off her slim shoulders, she knelt naked before him and he stared transfixed by her beauty. She was even more incredibly desirable than he had ever imagined.

"Is this better than where we left off a week ago?" Cassie observed coyly.

"Now I know lightening can strike twice in the same place," Scotty croaked coming to her and the tips of his fingers moved softly over her nipples kneading her soft rosy plums until they began to firm, and then catching her paps between his fingers he played them into turgid sweet buds of sensation.

"That's all I need to make me want your cock," Cassie moaned leaning away from his hands and lifting his swollen penis in her fingers. She closed her mouth over him and a flicker of lightening stabbed across the windows. Instantly he was swelling, filling her mouth and her being with a knowing sensual erotic power as she brought him to a magnificent erection.

She was loath to leave him then all wet and shinning with her saliva. Her mouth craved to continue the massage, but her camera called. She swung off the bed, checked the view of Scotty's rigid erection and pinched the shutter cable. Another shot and she took the camera off the tripod and captured another angle. 

Naked, she straddled his chest leaning down to shoot his erection from his belly. Her beautifully naked butt and the generous folds of her vulva between her buttocks hovered before his face while the caresses of his hands roamed over her cheeks and the sight firmed his phallus fully.

Gathering her luscious cheeks in his palms, his fingers sounding out the hollows at the sides of her buttocks, his thumbs searched the crevice between them. She sat up on his chest to shoot from above and he cupped her breasts, tingling her nipples so wildly that she could barely hold the camera still. She slithered down his body so she could shoot up between his legs and catch his erection rising over his balls. Naked she knelt between his legs and finished the scene.

"You've been a good boy, Scotty," Cassie whispered stretching above him as much to relieve her own sexual tension as to push her hair back from her face. It was a gorgeous movement in the display of her body "You've got a magnificent cock," she said. "What would you like to have me do to it?"

"Oh baby," Scotty groaned, "I want you to fuck it."

"How bout if I suck it instead?"

"Yeah! Yeah!" he muttered. "Anything!"

Leaning forward she began to lave his lobes with her tongue and he lifted boldly under her the luxuriant ministrations of her mouth. He stared into her face marveling not only at his wondrous good fortune and at the incredible beauty of her features, but also at her skill and the evident enjoyment she was taking in pleasuring him. All the months and hours they had worked together over those steaming graphics lay pent up in his loins at this instant. Had she known how rigid his organ had been all along while he hovered around her? He guessed she had by the way she was giving her mouth to him right now. He knew little of her private life, but whatever it was she had really learned to suck cock, or else she had a natural talent for it.

In fact that talent was now so evident, and his need was so pressing, that he knew he would never be able to hold out for very long before coming. She had him in her power and she knew it, but she was taking her time giving him as much pleasure as she could. Her sucks were long lascivious caresses, her kisses and nibbles powerful delights. And then when she began to masturbate her clit with her finger he could barely contain himself.

Cassie handled him knowingly, reading in his face the effects of her mouth and tongue upon his organ. At last when she had him moaning and groaning with passion she settled down to really serious sucking. Her mouth still carrying the memories of that oral orgy with Bart and David she gave Scotty every nuance of pleasure she could. In fact the thought of how much penis she'd had in her mouth in the last week, after such a long dry spell, served only to increase her pleasure in what she was doing. She began to lose herself in the act.

Scotty watched her hips begin a bump and grind while she massaged his organ to distraction. Her succulent little breasts lifted, swayed, and rolled, and her nipples peaked with excitement. The pleasure in her face was clear to him, and that along with the luxury of her beauty, while she pumped ever more maddeningly upon him, carried him to brink of abandon and then her finger began working ever more passionately over her clitoris.

Cassie read the powerful persuasion of her lusty acrobatics in the shivers of tension in Scotty's face so close to hers. The intensity of his pleasure fixed his eyes and clenched his teeth as she drove him relentlessly. Riding the rising tide of sensation she caught the wave of ecstasy herself. A surfer in this sea of pleasure on the long curling comber Cassie felt the great swirl of her own orgasm, summoned by her expert fingers, winding up from her deeps, fathoms of spasms swirled through her vagina and convulsed into an explosion of foam.

The wave crashed as Scotty climaxed and covered her face with his cum just as her own orgasm convulsed beneath her fingers. The undertow sucked at them, dragging them back out into the embrace of the surf and they floated in the ecstasy, until the tide ebbed and beached them in a doze of satisfaction.

"Just think Scotty," Cassie whispered when she roused at last and cuddled into his arms, "if the Champagne Campaign is a success you and I can do the whole Kama Sutra. After all research is part of our job isn't it?"

"Yeah, Cassie," Scotty sighed, "but if we do all thousand poses I'm going to need a research assistant."

"Boy or girl?" Cassie laughed.

*****



The Champagne Campaign Ch. 04



The dryer in the photo-lab ejected her shoot the next day and Cassie studied the results of her night's work. There hadn't been many erections in her life but the message her mouth had received was that they came in a surprisingly satisfying variety of lengths and girths. She spread her shoot out on the table and considered what Scotty had contributed to her knowledge. Limp he had been cute, erect impressive and it had been delicious getting him there. But artistically, she decided, the result left something to be desired. Clearly his was an organ intended more for function than aesthetics. Scotty could use some help Cassie decided and turned on the enlarger. By noon she had locked herself in her studio again with her airbrush and her newly realized aspirations.

A day later they took the show on the road. Harrison was eagerly aware of the opportunities for the agency if the Champagne Campaign took off and he had joined his account exec and creative team to demonstrate the wholehearted interest of the agency in the Bubbles Account.

When their commuter flight landed and they had disembarked Connors was awaiting them in the lounge. On the ride to the company Cassie found herself sandwiched between him and Scotty in the backseat of the van, their thighs pressing suggestively against hers as she tried to forget the intimate interludes she had spent with each of them while she focused on the presentation ahead. The small talk, desultory and convivial, eased them into the conference room and Cassie busied herself with setting up while the others entertained themselves with coffee and rolls.

When the company executives entered the room Connors stepped forward to make the introductions. By the time they got to her she had registered that the tall suave young man with the dark brown eyes was Leo Barbacchi, the CEO of Barbacchi Spirits.

And the woman in the black wrap-around dress was Barbacchi's administrative assistant, Margo Vasari. To Cassie she looked more like a model than a secretary. The handshakes went all around and the one that most stayed with Cassie was Margo's, mostly because of the candor her eyes.

Cassie observed that the woman was older than herself by some ten years perhaps and definitely taller. Her hair, a rich tawny blonde, fell over her shoulders and framed her face, emphasizing her wide-set dark brown eyes, which struck Cassie with their knowing frankness. Her wide fine sumptuous mouth offered a smile that always seemed to have a knowing touch of the ironic in it. Instantly Cassie felt herself to be rather intently scrutinized by Margo Vasari, almost as if she and this woman might have known each other, and Margo was trying to remember where and when.

As always Cassie felt the presentation jitters and she didn't need any coffee to make it worse, so she dawdled with her cup waiting for the show to start while she studied Margo's boss, Leo Barbacchi. His presence had transformed the room. The casual jocularity had subsided into the restraint of the 'business mode', and while the conversation was still disconnected it was clearly subdued and more formal.

She guessed that Barbacchi was in his early forties. He was well built and a good six feet tall with a certain easy elegance to his carriage, a scion of the Barbacchi fortune no doubt. He was unforgivably handsome Cassie decided in the way so many Italian men were, and though clearly involved in the proceedings around him yet detached in some way as well.

His gaze included everyone and drifted beyond to herself. It lingered on her with a certain casual appraisal and she was suddenly very conscious of how she had dressed for this occasion. Her choice had been as before, the beige silk suit that hinted not too subtly upon her curves, only his time her breasts nestled braless in her jacket her nipples neatly noticeable beneath the silky fabric. Considering what she was going to say the look she wanted was more than just a touch of glamour for this presentation.

When at last they turned to the business at hand and Harrison made his spiel, and the account exec had reviewed the marketing strategy, and Scotty had presented the tactics, it was her turn to introduce the ad campaign. She rose went to the screen and turned to face Leo Barbacchi. He would make the decision. She would talk to him. Within, her heart was thumping and somewhere in the unplumbed un-admitted depths of her being she was with him just the way she had been with Scotty that night when she had given him his rain-check. It had to be that way considering what she was going to say.

"Of all pleasures is there anything more pleasurable than making love?" Cassie looked right at Barbacchi and a faint smile touched his mouth. "I can tell you personally that Bubbles Champagne is more than a pleasure, it's a delight, and so of course is making love." Cassie let her gaze move to Connors and she picked up his incredulous grin as he tuned-in on her allusion to their own champagne party. Cassie returned her gaze to Barbacchi.

"What I am about to show you is a metaphor for pleasure." She clicked the remote and the long swelling upright image of the champagne flute filled the screen.

"What I'm going to show you next is not a metaphor, it is the reality of pleasure." Cassie hoped they didn't catch the falter in her voice as her breath tightened with her tension. She clicked the remote and the beautifully embellished image of Scotty's erect phallus slowly emerged within the champagne flute in flawless perfection. She took a deep breath in the silence. The erection glowed before them. Her airbrush had caressed it into a godlike cock worthy of Eros himself. It merged marvelously with the flute.

"This is not the graphic we are proposing for the journal campaign," Cassie announced, "I just wanted you to get the point. The graphics we are proposing are rather more subtle." The phallus faded to be replaced by a cascade of champagne swirling up inside the flute to spill over the edge in a seminal cascade of bubbly foam. 

"Aside from the taste a great pleasure of champagne is in the bubbles. They can do marvelous things to such sensitive areas of your body as your tongue...among other things." Cassie didn't have to look at Connors to catch his smile. Instead she kept her gaze on Leo Barbacchi who was looking as much at her as he was at the screen. "...and if we look closely at these champagne bubbles we can see some interesting things. For example they offer the opportunities to exploit what we designers call bi-lateral symmetry. Breasts come in pairs..." 

Cassie offered the subtleties of her own naked images in the graphics that Bart had captured so sensuously with his cameras. "Buttocks come in pairs...thighs come in pairs...and labia come in pairs...among other things." She clicked rapidly though this inventory of her charms, "...and bubbles offer the opportunity to present these shapes in a subtle and suggestive way. We want our market to understand that Bubbles Champagne is a seductive toast to sex. As you can see from this graphic these sensuously erotic shapes are faintly suggested within the foam of the champagne bubbles."

Cassie pointed out the images that she had introduced into the bubbles. "These graphics are almost subliminal but for those who know to look for the erotic message, they are highly charged. Everyone will be looking at Bubbles Champagne ads, and the message will be unmistakable. We aim to broaden your market by making Bubbles Champagne pleasure personified." 

"This is the journal campaign," she continued presenting the image of the man's hand offering the champagne flute to the woman's mouth, her hand resting on his as she sipped the erotic bubbles floating before her face. Beneath the graphic the simple headline,

 BUBBLES CHAMPAGNE "The Best Of Taste" 

wiped out the competition. "As you can see, on the surface this ad is simple and elegant. Beneath the surface it is steaming!"

Cassie left her audience staring openmouthed at the screen while she picked up the layouts and carried them to Leo Barbacchi. She tried to read his expression when she handed him the comps. He was certainly interested but was he full of doubts too? Connors had certainly prepared him for this campaign, but would he have the guts to go with it?

Barbacchi's gaze lifted to hers. Did she read something more than objective appraisal in that glance? Was there a certain assessment of her self in that quick candid flicker before his eyes lowered to her layouts. Cassie handed him the full-page-ad and waited.

Leo studied it, and she was sure she saw him nod ever so slightly. There was certainly the hint of a smile on that mouth that sent a twinge of anticipation into Cassie's heart. She held her breath with suspense and something else. Something that was melting in the wake of that brief brushing glance of his fingers against hers when she handed him the layout in the aura of that unfamiliar but delicious cologne emanating from him.

Warmth heated around her ribs and flowed upwards over her breasts tingling in her neck and that damned adolescent flush burned in her cheeks while she watched him turn the ad and view it from the side. She knew he was looking for the real images in the foam and would he know those were her breasts, her nipples, and God knows everything else that she had buried in those bubbles. She was positively sweltering and her silk jacket funneled the heat up into her crimsoning face.

"Do you have a loupe, Cassie?" Barbacchi asked without looking up. She did of course. She knew they would want to see the images magnified and she was prepared. Cassie slipped the magnifying glass out her pocket and placed it in the broad palm he had extended absently to her, his gaze fixed yet on the layout. The loupe bobbled in his hand and she held it there and then his fingers closed momentarily over hers. His touch dry, warm, and supple set off another flush rippling in her arm.

Holding the loupe to his eye Barbacchi pulled the buried images into focus. Cassie had known this would be the worst part, this waiting for the decision. But she hadn't known how much she suddenly cared whether anyone would approve of the images, her images that she had used in the ad. She was sure now that there were endless thousands of boobs and butts and cunts out there all better than hers, and she wished fervently that she had used them.

"Who did these graphics?" Leo asked.

"I did," Cassie managed weakly.

"And the phallus?"

"Yes," her voice trembled in an unfamiliar throaty croak.

He dropped the loupe and looked up into her eyes, his pupils were wide and dark in those gorgeous brown iris's that seemed to fill the space between his lids. "Margo," he said without moving his eyes from Cassie's. "What do you think?"

Cassie blinked and shifted her glance to this handsome woman when Leo handed her the layout and the loupe. Clearly he wanted her reaction. After all she was the other half of the market. It was obvious that he valued her opinion, and highly.

"I think I'll never look at a glass of champagne the same way again," Margo offered, her knowing eyes trapping Cassie's, and that wry smile that shaped her lips broadened into a tease. Margo jostled the loupe in her hand and studied the ad. "Do you have the final art for the image in the glass, Cassie?" she asked.

"I think so," Cassie stammered.

"Well can we see it please? It looks like a girl sipping champagne, but she might be sipping something else."

'Oh God!' Cassie groaned to herself fumbling for the right image knowing all too well what it offered. She had retouched the shot blurring her features for use in the champagne glass but the result looked all to familiar to her now. Cringing she clicked the button, the image filled the screen and she prayed no one would recognize her lips and her tongue wrapped around David's dick. A profound silence filled the room as everyone studied the revelation.

"It's great if you're into oral sex," Margo opined at last, and a knowing smolder warmed her eyes as she passed the layout back to Leo and dropped the loupe into Cassie's hand with a lift of her exquisite eyebrows.

"Well who isn't?" Cassie ventured. "Oral sex is just the beginning for the market segment we want and that includes just about everybody," she laughed. 

Barabacchi turned to Harrison. "I like your strategy. I like your campaign. But I've got some problems."

'Oh God!', Cassie thought miserably, 'Here it comes'. 

Leo turned to her with a smile. "Your approach is...well it's stunning! But I can't go with those images in the bubbles."

Cassie writhed inside with embarrassment and struggled to hold her cool. Using her body for the graphics had been an unpardonable blunder. "I'm sure I can find more suitable models," she exclaimed over her confusion and her blush deepened even more if possible.

Leo shook his head. "I want more exposure than the media you've suggested. I want to go into mainline journals with this, not just the men's magazines where we could get away with it." 

A wave of dismay diluted her relief. He was buying her approach but sacrificing the sizzle. "If I might suggest one thing," she said. "We could do the bubbles less suggestively in the mainline mags and go for the really erotic images in the men's insertions. The men's market could serve as a test. If there was a problem with acceptability we could drop the erotic images and go less sexily everywhere. One thing for sure, everyone will be looking at this campaign to see what they can see."

Barbacchi stared down at her layout again. "Possibly, possibly," he muttered.

"And perhaps a different model would be more ... effective," she added and then could have kicked herself for bringing it up again.

"Why would a different model be more effective?" he probed.

"Well...we might want more...variety..." she stammered awkwardly feeling what was left of her poise crumbling into disarray. "But we can certainly produce two versions of the ad," she added, scrambling to get back to high ground.

Pursing his splendid lips, Leo nodded speculatively and Cassie found herself wondering what it would be like to have that mouth pressed feverishly on her own. "That's something that we should discuss," he smiled warmly, stirring Cassie's sybarite libido with a mixture of gratitude that was almost anticipation. "But for now let's go with the bubbles alone," Leo finished.

Harrison stepped in, wrapped up the presentation, and while the men talked and drifted from the room Cassie collected her paraphernalia, and her wits.

"That was some show, Cassie."

Glancing up she saw Margo Visari looking at the layouts on the table before them. Cassie blew a sigh of relief. "I'm just grateful I got through it," she said honestly.

Margo moved languidly to sit on the table. "So was this presentation your idea?"

Cassie nodded and her subsiding blush burned again in her cheeks. "I suppose it was overkill," she murmured "...with the cock in the glass and all, but I couldn't think of a more effective way to make the point."

"You made it all right." Margo lifted the layout and stroked her fingers over the foam filled flute. "And you executed all these graphics as well?"

"Yes, we've got a wonderful photo-lab at the agency and I'm handy with an airbrush."

"That erection in the glass is a marvel any girl would crave to caress. Is it your dream-cock, Cassie? I thought you might have just dreamed it up that's why I asked to see the final art of the blow-job shot in the bubbles and you didn't just dream that up did you?" Margo smiled knowingly, "May I see unretouched shot?" she queried. With a sigh Cassie flicked to the image and together they stared at the close-up of her mouth and her tongue wrapped luxuriously over the length of David's erection while the flush spread up from Cassie's bosom to suffuse her face.

"That girl has a lovely mouth, and such a sexy tongue," Margo observed, "Much like yours Cassie," she added with a knowing lift of her lovely eyebrows. "How long have you worked at the agency?" 

"I'm interning there this year."

"And before that?"

"Design School."

"You don't look old enough to be a career woman already. You look like a teenager ready for her first prom."

"I know," Cassie sighed. "It's hard to get people to take me seriously. That's why I dressed like this today. I thought the glamour might age me a little."

"Why did you go into commercial art?"

"I love art, and I needed to make a living to support my habit." Cassie replied.

"What's your addiction?" Margo smiled.

"Fine art. I love to paint."

"Oh, I thought it might be like mine, 'The Perfect Penis'," Margo laughed, "Let's see it again." Cassie flicked the control and her marvel of penile fantasy filled the screen once more. "You appear to be well acquainted with magnificently endowed males," Margo sighed.

"I've been thinking about Mister Right for a long time I guess but I haven't had that much experience in finding him yet. I suppose you could call this a 'figment of my ambition' ", Cassie giggled.

Margo raised her arms to arrange her hair and Cassie saw the combination of natural grace and studied elegance of the professional model in the woman's carriage. "I'll bet you paint the human figure don't you?" Margo observed.

Cassie nodded. "But my debut among collectors is a long way off I'm afraid. My first offering is still languishing at Bollen's Gallery and I think they're about to dump me."

"Well I'm sure that's a mistake," Margo offered with a nice note of sincerity in her voice. "I suppose we should leave this feast for the eyes and fill our tummies. Shall we go to lunch and dine on something a bit less appetizing than that fantastic cock you've created?"

With a giggle Cassie shut down the projector and glanced at Margo. Clearly the woman had recognized her mouth in the blow-job shot with David and it had amused not shocked her. Obviously Margo Visari was a warm woman of the world and Cassie felt drawn to her.

They joined the men in the company dining room where every table was decorated with a champagne flute filled with a bouquet of flowers. Cassie passed the next hour amidst these reminders of her lubricious presentation basking in a shower of approving glances from her boss, who was thoroughly pleased with this performance, and from Scotty and Connors who undoubtedly had high expectations for her next performance. As for Leo Barbacchi, she'd hoped for a glimmer of radiance from him too but he was sitting at the other end of the table deep in conversation with Margo Visari.

Cassie found herself seated beside Scotty and across from Connors, whose toe had contacted hers and remained insistently against it. She tried to ignore the suggestion, and to make matters more distracting Scotty was sitting so close to her that his thigh snuggled against hers. These constant reminders of her trysts with these two men filled her with echoes of her arousal with Bart and David and it was with relief that she saw the waiter arriving with the drinks they had ordered.

Daintily she lifted the maraschino cherry from her whisky sour and placed it on the napkin before raising her glass. As Scotty, eager to scarf up such delights, reached for it she restrained him with her hand. "I'm saving my cherry for later," she protested. 

"That's a good girl," Conners laughed with a wise-ass lift of his brows.

"Damn!" Scotty mumbled while Conners enjoyed the instant blush suffusing Cassie's lovely face tumbling to her own entendre. Lifting her glass she took a healthy sip sure that everyone had heard her gaffe, and cast a sideways glance at Barbacchi. To her relief he was still distracted by his conversation with Margo Visari but then he threw a sober glance in her direction. 'God, he's so unforgivably good-looking,' she thought dropping her eyes, wondering if they were talking about herself, and the next thought that popped into her mind was so bawdy she hardly dared consider it.




The Champagne Campaign Ch. 04



When she looked up Barbacchi was rising from his chair and approaching them. Her gaze dropped in an instant appraisal of his trouser front and she was satisfied that his nether measurements were at least equal to his good looks, and Margo Visari was no doubt the lucky recipient of that 'Perfect Penis'.

Barbacchi stopped in front of her picked up the champagne flute and twirled it in his fingers. "You've given us a lot to consider Cassie. The more I think about it the more inclined I am to go with your erotic bubbles in the men's magazines as you suggested. We'll give it some more thought and get back to you," he finished, glancing at Harrison, and the conference closed on that note. 

******



The Champagne Campaign Ch. 05



The stone lions crouching beside the steps of the Art Institute stared impassively out at the traffic on Michigan Avenue as Cassie descended between them and joined the strollers. Her life-class had gone well, but watching Avery teach had roused her old doubts again. She'd often wondered if she should have chosen teaching instead of commercial art as a career. Of course the compromise had been her plunge into fine art, particularly the figure. Obviously the two were inseparable and her interest in painting constantly spilled over into her graphics on the job. The Barbacchi account was only the most recent and outstanding example. She glanced at her watch. There would be time to check out the gallery before she went back to work.

Bollens wasn't top-notch among Chicago art galleries but it was a start, and when they'd agreed to carry her work Cassie was elated. There was a market for the figure in fine art and Bollens specialized in it. But was there a segment in it that favored her style of painting? Bollens was willing to gamble that there might be and they had taken one of her nudes. Perhaps what made her work interesting to the dealer was that as a young woman she painted women and she aimed for the bravura touch of a John Singer Sargent. Cassie knew she wasn't a finished fine-artist and having any of her work in a good gallery was a thrill, but they'd had the painting for two months and she hadn't heard a word from them.

The front show room was empty of customers when she entered, and rounding a partition gawking at the works she nearly stumbled into the proprietor. Enrico Bollen glanced over at the sound of her gasp and returned to his task of hanging the print in his hands.

"Hello Cassie," he offered stepping back to look at the effect. The lithograph offered a side view of a reclining woman's torso from her knees to her neck, the head and lower legs lost in shadows. Her nipples and the brush of her pubic hair were the only accents in the golden tonality of the work. "What do you think?" he asked nodding at the print.

"It gets to the point," Cassie replied wryly..

Enrico nodded approvingly as he looked at her. His glances were always like that Cassie reflected. They drifted over her with the same scrutiny that he gave to the works on his walls. She felt undressed under his dark Latin eyes. Undressed and appraised for something other than her talents as an artist. Was it her work that interested Enrico or something else? Glancing over to where her own canvas reposed on the wall her work also favored the shadows and accents that offered sensuous highlights. "Any interest?" she probed nodding at her painting titled "Gwen". 

The canvas was large and her rendering offered the girl's nude figure in repose gazing dreamily out at the spectator from a pile of puffy pillows. It wasn't so much the luscious curves that gave the painting its charm as the provocative expression that she had captured on Gwen's face.

Enrico turned to follow Cassie's gaze and his hand came to rest paternally on her shoulder. "It's a handsome work, Cassie, but I don't know how much longer we can devote gallery space to it." His hand trailed lightly down her back and paused on her waist. "No inquiries so far and we don't usually carry unsold artists for more than a couple of months. Of course we could always make an exception for certain promising artists if the circumstances are right." 

Predictably his hand left her waist and swept in a long slow caress over the curves of her buttocks. A little beauty who painted women like that was very promising for many things Enrico mused, palming the seductive firmness of Cassie's buttock. The girl had a delicious ass for sure, and in that moment of hesitation while she decided how long she should tolerate his grope he had the chance to sound out the luscious curves of both her cheeks. 

"I'll pick my painting up any time you want to get rid of it," Cassie responded sidling out of his reach and the sudden sensation of excitement his grope roused with such resonance within her.

"We'll let you know, dear," Enrico replied and returned to hanging the prints.

Outside Cassie heaved a puff of disappointment. It was probably too much to hope that her painting would sell right off. Still she was proud of the work. Maybe she would have better luck in another gallery. As for that suggestive grope, her fine-art would sell on its own or not at all.

A day later they were into production with the chaste version of the Champagne Campaign aiming for an August insertion in the mainline media. They had waited for Barbacchi to make up his mind on the erotic bubbles but as yet there had been no word from him. A week went by and Cassie was deep in the hassle of color separations and film-making when the envelope arrived. It floated into her in-basket and submerged in the inter-office clutter of mail and it wasn't until the streets below her windows were dusky with shadows that she discovered it on her desk. It was addressed to her attention at the agency, but there was no return address. She slit the envelope, shook it, and a newspaper clipping floated out with the message: 

SEEKING ARTIST IN RESIDENCE

Artist with experience/knowledge in a wide variety of media and representational styles depicting the human figure. Duties include teaching, painting, and collecting

Send resume: Atherton Estates, PO Box 3776, Chicago Illinois

Studying the message a thrill of eagerness roused Cassie and then a business card from the envelope slid into her hand with the inscription: 

BARBACCHI'S FINE WINES AND SPIRITS Clifford Conners, Vice President, Marketing

on the reverse side Connors had written:

Check this out!

Cassie read the clipping again considering Connors admonition to 'check it out'. Certainly the posting was intriguing. While she had never heard of Atherton Estates the position could be a fascinating dream job but at barely subsistence pay no doubt. The connection between Connors and the position escaped her. Why would he think she would be interested? Had he seen her work at Bolen's Gallery and was he just doing her a favor of some sort. But the more she looked at the ad the more the notion excited her. Why not check it out she thought? Her resume needed updating anyhow and then her phone summoned her back to her work-day and her boss's office. 

As she entered Harrison waved a sheaf of layouts at her. "You've done it, Cassie!" he enthused. "Barbacchi wants the erotic bubbles for the men's insertions. Can you make the August deadline with them?"

"I can if you can get the production department to come through for me."

"For sure, Cassie. I don't want any screw-ups on this one. If you pull this off you get promotion to Art Director full time and one hell of a nice bonus."

The following weeks were a little less than frantic but somehow she managed to send her resume to Atherton Estates in the midst of it all. In the ensuing flurry of readying the Champagne Campaign she almost forgot about the clipping and her resume. But as the August deadline drew near it looked as though they would make it, and she had the chance for a breather at last. Going through her mail one day she discovered an overlooked letter, it peaked out of her tray and what caught her eye was the return address at Atherton Estates. The letter when she opened it was curiously uninformative but compelling:

'Dear Cassie, We find your resume of considerable interest. Please call us at the number below to arrange an interview. We look forward to your response.'

She felt a thrill of excitement when she made the call. It was answered by a woman's voice very accommodating in scheduling the interview and making the travel arrangements to 'Atherton Estates', wherever that was. 

When she went down to the lobby after work on the day of her interview she was met by a man who was clearly a chauffeur, and the Lincoln Town-Car had "Atherton Estates" emblazoned in fine gold lettering on the driver's doors. Cassie settled back for the ride that took the route up to the north side and out along the lakeshore where the communities were gated, exclusive and secluded. People who lived out here Cassie reflected, as they cruised through the long curving esplanade bordered by the stately homes, certainly could have anything they wanted, but still an 'artist-in-residence' was a curious luxury in any case. Never had she been in this part of the north suburbs, in fact they seemed rather beyond that now and out into a tract that was more wooded and where the homes, estates really, could only occasionally be glimpsed through heavy screens of trees. In time they slowed, turned off the esplanade into a drive that curved into the woods, and ahead a broad grilled gate barred the way but only momentarily as it swung open before the chauffeur's signal and they entered deeper into the woods. If this was a driveway, Cassie mused, it was an impressive one. Ahead the evening light gleamed over an open space and they emerged onto a broad lawn fronting a rambling English country house perched on a rise overlooking Lake Michigan. 

'Awesome' was the word, and when the driver stopped and held the door open for her while she got out the spell of the place overcame her even more. Broad stone pavers led her up to the door and in the midst of an ornate escutcheon on the frame she found the doorbell and pressed it. A chime echoed in the stillness of suspense as she waited for the door to open, and when at last it did she stood face to face with Margo Vasari.

"Welcome to Atherton Estates, Cassie," Margo's direct open gaze held the hint of amusement in her greeting.

"Margo!...I..." Cassie stuttered in astonishment.

"Come in, please." The woman stepped aside and Cassie entered a luxurious piece of the eighteenth century transplanted into her place and time. A magnificent staircase rose at the back of the broad hall before her and divided at the landing into two flights leading off to the opposite sides of the house. Cassie gaped at the expanses of gorgeous dark paneling and the arched leaded windows that flooded the room with light while she stood silently overwhelmed in this huge vaulted entry.

"Mr. Barbacchi asked me to meet you and acquaint you with Atherton," Margo smiled. "But first let me show you where you would be working...and living if you decide that you might consider the position."

The tour of the house that followed was an introduction to what lavish wealth and indulgence could produce. As they wandered through room after room on the main floor studded with fine furniture and luxurious appointments Cassie realized that Atherton must be more than a home to Leo Barcacchi. It was a manor-house clearly designed for entertainments and the hosting of gatherings. The dining rooms, and there were several, were designed for small to larger groups, and each of them had a lounge, or an atrium, or a garden room attached. There were pools and fountains and cozy seating areas where guests might linger, and the walls of every room offered a stunning collection of paintings of the female nude.

Everywhere she looked she found her attention and her senses captured by works, which may well at one time have resided in museums or the salons of posh hotels but now graced the rooms of Barbacchi's residence. Awed she stared at a Bougereau in one dining room, at a Tadema gracing the wall of a lounge, at an Odalisque by Ingres in a study, all effusing the erotic beauty of the female nude into the Atherton ambiance.

Cassie could barely take it all in while Margo chatted their way through the tour in her soft amiable voice. The thought of actually living in these surroundings was almost too much to contemplate, but when Margo led the way upstairs and into the suite where the artist in residence would reside, the studio and the apartment by themselves were enough to make Cassie plead for the job right then.

She found herself in rooms owing nothing to the eighteenth century. Twenty-First century modern had invaded with all its luxury and conveniences. The bath alone was a sybaritic paradise of glistening tiles and mirrors surrounding a huge sunken tub. The dressing room beside it offered a broad mirrored counter with a grooming-chair and a shampoo sink that would have done justice to the finest beauty parlor.

Whoever lived here would be pampered and prettied for sure. But the most impressive feature was the huge studio fitted with every fixture required by the serious artist. Cassie sighed with longing, marveling that she would even be considered for such a position.

"So what do you think of Atherton?" Margo queried softly.

"I think its fabulous," Cassie gasped breathlessly as they halted below another painting where three young women gazed amorously into each others eyes amidst the backdrop of a Roman bath. 

"Mr. Barbacchi wants to talk with you Cassie, and would like to have you join him for dinner this evening," Margo continued leading the way through a door opening into the expanse of a room that was the library.

Cassie found the room to be dominated as much by the magnificent fireplace as by the endless rows of fine bindings shelved from floor to ceiling. Two broad leather couches faced each other before the fireplace and Margo turned and gestured Cassie to be seated as she reached them. Cassie lifted her gaze to the painting above the fireplace where the artist offered four lubricious beautiful nudes urging a satyr into an orgy of sensual pleasure. 

Margo seated herself against the arm of the couch and faced Cassie. A subtle knowing expression suffused her features. "I think it's very likely your artistic talents qualify you for this position," she offered with her charming smile. "Leo and I have seen your painting at Bolen's Gallery and he was very impressed with "Gwen".

"Thank you. But I don't know anything about the position," Cassie exclaimed.

"Well that's why you're here. There are a variety of requirements that will affect your suitability. Atherton Estates is a holding of the Barbacchi family and is in the possession of Leo Barbacchi who is a fancier of the fine arts and has endowed some well-known public collections. His own private collection is even more impressive. For some time he also has had an interest in what might be termed exotic art, or more precisely in fact erotic art. Apparently you are familiar with the genre of erotic art." Margo's eyebrows lifted knowingly over her wry smile.

"I'm familiar with figure painting and much of it is highly sensuous in the erotic sense. So I think I could say that I am. If by erotic art you mean pornographic art I've had some acquaintance with that genre as well."

"Do you think you might have a natural talent in that direction?"

Cassie felt a blush flood her face. Margo was certainly referring to the Champagne Campaign with its phallic flute and connotations of fellatio. "I hadn't thought of my graphics for the campaign in that way," Cassie said simply. "Besides I had no intention of being pornographic, just sensual."

"Do you enjoy pornography, Cassie?"

"Sure, who doesn't?"

A slow flush mounted in Cassie's cheeks as she watched Margo rise, walk to a bookcase and pull a huge folio volume from the shelf. Of course she enjoyed porn but she'd never had to admit it before.

Returning to Cassie the woman knelt and seated herself upon the carpet, patting the place beside herself. Cassie slid down beside Margo and stared down at the book before them with its beautifully embossed leather cover and the huge gilt rose emblazoned in the center.

"Do you know what the rose symbolizes, Cassie?"

"No."

"Open the book"

Cassie lifted the cover and gazed at the rendering of a woman's vulva, engorged, swollen, and rosy with the heat of passion. 

"Oh!" Cassie chuckled as she glanced up at Margo, "of course!"

The next page offered a print by Aubrey Beardsley depicting a woman fondling another woman's clitoris. "Beardsley does have a way of making you feel ..."Margo muttered, her voice trailing off meaningfully and Cassie could almost feel what it would be like to have her own clitoris deliciously pinched in those fingers.

The next offering was a view of a woman lying on her back with her legs lifted and her thighs opened to reveal her sex in exquisite detail. The pose was well composed, the drawing refined and expressive. The effect was entirely reminiscent of the view she'd had of herself before the mirror that afternoon when she had displayed herself to Connors and a resonate echo of those erotic sensations reverberated suddenly again within her.

Margo turned the page to expose a gorgeous reproduction of a Gustav Klimt showing two women, one naked the other robed, their bodies melting together amidst lovely designs of exotic birds, the work effusing the sensations of soft sensuous intimacy emanating from their embrace. The print was followed by another beautifully executed drawing of a lovely young nude woman in a sumptuous bed giving her breasts to the exquisite pleasuring of a fully clothed woman.

Page after page unfolded the lovemaking of woman on woman from delicate fingerings of breasts and vulvas to the ecstasies of mutual cunnilingus. At last Margo paused upon the rendering of a sixty-nine between two women lifted the book and placed in Cassie's lap.

Glancing up she caught Margo's gaze fixed intently upon her and Cassie's flush bloomed. "So why are you showing this to me?" Cassie murmured turning the page and dropping her gaze to the next revelation of two girls gazing happily at erotica while one stimulated the other's clitoris.

"Because Mr Barbacchi is looking for an artist who can bring the highest of skill to producing art like this. His collection of erotica has a gap in it spanning the late twentieth century. It would appear that the widespread availability of video has all but wiped out the demand for erotic art. The general public's need for pornographic titillation has been satisfied in living moving color, but the connoisseur who can appreciate what the fine points of composition and style can add to the erotic graphic experience still exists. Leo Barbacchi is one of them.

"So he would want me to produce art like this?" Cassie gasped.

"As good as the best of this and better than most of it Cassie. He wants to see today's woman with her style and her outlook offered in erotic art. Women were seen differently when this art was produced. It is shall we say, a unique challenge."

Cassie looked down at the book again. "What makes you think I could do this?"

Margo offered another one of her smoky smiles "Your presentation the other day and what we saw of your painting at Bollen's. Your painting of 'Gwen' struck a chord with him. What he is looking for are these subjects fully rendered like that painting above the fireplace."

Cassie glanced up at the oil of the nymphs and satyr. The painting was a masterpiece of late nineteenth century bravura brushwork and splendid composition. Could she come up to that standard? Artistically it was what she aspired to, as for the subject matter; maybe she did have a predilection for the things offered in these pages before her.

But if this book was any indication Leo Barbacchi had a thing for girls on girls! Cassie looked up at Margo. She wanted to be cool before this sophisticated woman but she was feeling decidedly overwhelmed. "My schedule is crammed right now. I don't know if I could work this in."

"Would you like to 'work it in'?" Margo asked with a wry smile. "Do you think you might be suited to this position?"

"I don't know," Cassie answered honestly. "It looks like Mr. Barbacchi is especially interested in girls making love to girls," she added patting the book under her hand. Margo nodded with one of her warm smiles and her response filled Cassie with even greater uncertainty.




The Champagne Campaign Ch. 06



A bank of leaded windows looked out over Lake Michigan and Cassie stood watching the lake heaving in the twilight, the surface rising and falling with the breath of its deeps so like the passions filling her bosom at the moment. The possibility of living in a place like this, of having a studio filled with everything she would need, and to have the time and the opportunity to realize her artistic aspirations made her breathless with desire.

But now there was this new wrinkle with Margo Visari, not only Leo Barbacchi's executive secretary but undoubtedly his mistress as well with her own kinky needs to be satisfied. And on the other hand there was of course Barbacchi himself, master of all this luxurious life style, and radiating such charm, sophistication, and manly attractiveness that it made her heart skip a beat just contemplating what it might be like to work for him. 

'God,' Cassie groaned, 'what are you waiting for? For my nerve to come up to everything this position demands', she answered herself.

At that moment Margo swished back into the room her arms laden with dresses. "There..." she said expertly selecting a long rayon crinkle dress and holding it up to Cassie. "You wear this dress with this cropped boucle' jacket. What do you think?"

"I think I'm glad it's got the jacket," Cassie offered contemplating the way the thin soft moss- green clingy dress would reveal her breasts.

"Try it on," Margo replied with decision, herding Cassie into the bedroom and over to the bank of mirrors that served as closet doors.

Margo's hands rested on her shoulders turning her to the mirrors, and the glass threw their reflections back at them. When the woman's fingers began to slip the buttons Cassie watched the revelation of her bosom clad in the little lacy bra she had chosen for this day as Margo drew the blouse softly from her shoulders. They paused, Margo holding her there before the mirror studying the revelation of her breasts. Cassie felt the warmth of the woman's closeness down the length of her back, and Margo's arms closing about her waist while they studied each other in the glass.

The woman's beauty was statuesque and Cassie felt diminutive enfolded in Margo's ample charms, the woman a full head taller than herself, her body offering the ample curvaceous-ness of a Las Vegas showgirl in contrast to her own petite ripeness. For sure her own beauty certainly complimented Margo's, Cassie's artist's eye discerning a definite sensual delight in the contrasts between them if all of their charms were to be fully revealed, and suddenly the thought of their being naked together filled Cassie with a strange sense of satisfaction. 

"We need to gussie you up a little more, dear" Margo whispered producing a wispy bra and panty set in a soft minty stretch lace from the pile beside her that should all but melt into invisibility under the dress, and then Cassie felt Margo's fingers unhooking her bra.

But Margo didn't simply let the brassier drop from Cassie's bosom, instead she cupped her hands under Cassie's breasts and stroked up over them lifting the bra and ended up holding Cassie's bare breasts softly in her hands. Cassie slumped back from the fondle, feeling and watching Margo's fingers curl up over her nipples and capture them between her thumbs and forefingers, the images of those caresses in the mirror before her transfixing Cassie to say nothing of the sensations suddenly spiraling out from her nipples. 

Margo took her time luxuriating in sounding out the girl's pear-shaped little beauties with each hand, feeling her full firmness and the natural up-tilt that lifted her nipples into her fingers. She savored the lush perfection of Cassie's nipples, large in proportion to her breasts, and the way they responded to the gentle torture she was inflicting upon them. 

Pulling at the girl's paps she felt them harden suddenly and to her satisfaction into buds of arousal. Maybe the girl wasn't faking it, maybe she was turning on after all. Happily she swirled over Cassie's areolas and felt the puffy-ness flatten out of them into rosy encircling wreaths of pleasure that elicited little gasps of excitement from the girl's lips. 

"Drop your bra so we can look at your tits," Margo whispered her mouth finding that sensitive little hollow on Cassie's neck. A deep flush crimsoned the girl's cheeks as she flicked the straps from her slim shoulders and the garment fell from her hand to the floor, her gaze returning to the mirror and sight of her bare breasts fully in Margo's fondling hands. 

The sensations from those exquisitely manicured fingers on her nipples were streaming through her now as Cassie rolled her head to take Margo's kiss fully on her neck and assess the sensations. The kiss was really nice, so sweet and sexy too. She glanced at their reflections in the mirror studying the expression on Margo's lovely face. 

Reading the woman's need for a response from her Cassie floated her hands back to rest upon Margo's hips lifting her bare breasts even more firmly into this surprisingly delightful massage while she considered the prospect of being stripped totally naked by this gorgeous woman.

Cassie hardly dared to contemplate what might happen when her whole body was exposed to Margo's attentions. Shyness and confusion wrestled with that abiding curiosity of what it would be like to make love with another woman. And now the lure of this position at Atherton that might be hers if she could but quell her inhibitions and humor this woman a little bit, who was undoubtedly the key to Barbacchi's approval for sure, added to this suppressed inclination now surfacing quite intriguingly within her.

Wordlessly Margo arched her eyebrows expectantly and Cassie felt the woman's fingers at her waist pushing the button on her jeans through the hole. The tension of her garment faded as it slipped down over her hips and dropped to her ankles. Now she was virtually naked except for her lacy panties 

"We don't want panty-lines under the dress do we Cassie?" Margo murmured and Cassie could only gasp at the sensations of the woman's hand working slowly beneath her panties and over her buttocks, the other hand moving below her belly to find the rise of her hairless mons, both hands working to shove the clingy little garment down to her crotch, and then caressing her sex and her buttocks until her panties joined her jeans at her ankles.

Turning her face up to Margo's she cuddled into the embrace, savoring the satisfactions in the woman's expressions focused on the beauties of her body now so utterly revealed to Margo's caressing hands and gaze, and a sudden warmth flooded Cassie's being. 

Instantly Margo's finger found Cassie's clitoris and stroked it softly. Gasping Cassie felt her knees turn irresistibly out, her thighs open, and her pelvis lift instinctively into this oh so delicate and knowing massage. And when Margo whispered, "Give me your clit darling," Cassie obeyed. Lifting her arm, she slipped it behind Margo's neck to brace herself, clenched her teeth with need and pumped her clitoris up against that oh so knowing finger.

"Is this what you want me to do?" Cassie gasped working her sex into those ever more satisfying caresses while they both gazed at the sight in the mirrors before them. Margo's hand came to Cassie's chin turning her mouth to hers, her other hand working even more insistently over Cassie's labial lips, and now suddenly this was no longer just surrender to the woman's demands but rather a delightful complicity with her desires that they both felt in the passionate kiss of their mouths closing together.

"You are such a beautiful girl, Cassie," Margo whispered into the kiss. "I love to watch you move like that. It really feels good to you doesn't it? I can tell." 

Stretching and writhing now with more than just obedience to the woman's needs Cassie tightened her arm behind Margo's neck and slid her hand into the woman's deep soft glossy tresses. Now those oh so familiar sensations were flowing so demandingly from under Margo's fingers so delicately and expertly massaging Cassie's clitoris and her nipples. And the sight of her own nakedness captured against Margo's clothed body had an utterly erotic twist of its own.

She knew enough about lesbians to realize that she was the femme counterpart to Margo butch presence no matter how gorgeously feminine Margo was in reality, and the woman wanted surrender, a surrender Cassie now felt compelled to make to those familiar sensations spreading up from her loins to mingle with excitement descending from her nipples. There was a certain deliciousness as well in letting this gorgeously sophisticated woman seduce her, and even in being forced to succumb by the circumstances of this outrageous interview to Margo's advances. Everything was now beyond her will to resist. 

Margo turned Cassie to the revelation of her naked back and buttocks in the mirrors. The woman's hands slid down Cassie's back, cupping her buttocks and lifting the girl's loins into the needy warmth of her thigh pressed between Cassie's legs. Margo's eyes gauged the open-mouthed limpid surrender in Cassie's face her hands exploring the girl's buttocks and the depths between them. She lowered her mouth to Cassie's and their kiss was so long, sexy and satisfying that Cassie slid her naked loins over Margo's fulsome thigh, nestling her sex into its inviting warmth, pumping her hips and pulsing her clitoris over its shape. 

Delighted with Cassie's impulse Margo sighed with satisfaction. "I want to feel you on my bare leg like that." 

Cassie nodded complicitly lifting her fingers to the buttons on Margo's cardigan. The woman shed her leggings, slipping them down in one smooth graceful movement that exposed the long ample curvaceous ness of her legs. The three buttons holding the long sleeved bulky cardigan slipped rapidly under Cassie's fingers and fell from Margo's shoulders; underneath she was wearing a white tee with high-cut briefs and the smile that crossed Margo's lips as she lifted the tee was definitely the best of runway teases. 

The golden body that Margo then revealed at full stretch offered all the sumptuous perfection of the living lingerie mannequin. Cassie had studied lots of naked women in her life-classes, and aside from her professional interest in appraising Margo's shapes she felt a sudden emotion of pure longing for the beauty of Margo's body. "You're a professional model aren't you?" Cassie observed.

"I used to be," Margo nodded turning to view their naked reflections side by side in the mirrors. "Among other things."

"Like what?" Cassie asked with an arch of her eyebrows.

"I was a Las Vegas show-girl and a dancer."

"I knew it!" Cassie enthused. "What else? How did you meet Mr. Barbacchi?"

"I met him in Vegas when I was dancing. He haunted the shows I was in, sent me flowers and his card, and said he wanted to interview me for a film he was producing."

"Really?" Cassie gasped. "Does he make films too?"

"Oh yes, Cassie, indeed he does," Margo laughed pulling the girl back into her embrace, "Very special films for a very limited audience." 

"He makes porno films!" Cassie exclaimed.

"He prefers to see his productions as intense erotica to be viewed only by those who appreciate all the subtleties he puts into them. His works are for a select group known as The Atherton Connoisseurs," Margo smiled into the mirrors while her hands sought Cassie's breasts and began to tease them again.

"You're gorgeous, Margo. It's no wonder he wanted you in his films," Cassie sighed, her gaze devouring Margo's long flowing sumptuous curves accented by her breasts so perfectly proportioned to her figure, which was not really voluptuous. There was a long sleek slim curvaceous-ness in the woman's figure that harmonized with the petite sumptuousness that Cassie's saw in her own body. 

"We make a pretty pair don't we Cassie?" Margo said smiling into the mirrors. 

The difference in their ages held a certain erotic quality of its own too, and it was then that Cassie began to suspect what Leo Barbacchi and his mistress might want from her; what Margo had meant by her "suitability" for this position. If she wanted the job she would have not only to produce lesbian art and experience the sexual intimacies of women loving women, but also offer her girlishness to their satisfactions. 

Margo had said that she looked like a teenager and her nubile nakedness next to the woman's lusciously curvaceous nudity certainly heightened the effect of perhaps sisters making love, or even the suggestion of a gorgeous mother and delightful daughter? Was Barbacchi into making lesbian incest movies for his Atherton Connoisseurs? 

Wordlessly Cassie allowed herself to be caressed, feeling a tumbling cascade of sensations from the kisses now on her neck. And then Margo turned Cassie's face to hers and placed such a long passionate kiss upon her lips that it left Cassie gasping for breath. The softness of the woman's naked breasts against her own and the mingling of their nipples sent surges of sensation coursing across her back and down into her loins rousing a chord of response in her clitoris.

"You've never had an experience like this have you, Cassie?" Margo offered quietly. "Haven't you ever wanted to kiss any of the beautiful women modeling for you?"

"I've kissed lots of women but we had our clothes on," Cassie returned breathlessly into the embrace of Margo's nakedness with hers, their bodies melting together, breasts caressing breasts, arms enfolding each other delightfully, mouths mingling tenderly and as they parted Margo observed:

"How can you truly paint a woman without touching her, without knowing the feel of her breasts in your hands, the slope of her buttocks, the curves of her legs, and all the rest of those marvelous delights of her sex under your fingers? You only see the surface of another being if you deny yourself the knowledge of touching.

Cassie stared soberly, silently, up at Margo's face as the woman's hand turned softly beneath her own and captured it. "Here", Margo intoned drawing Cassie's hand to her belly and placing it palm down upon her skin. She was as firm and resilient under Cassie's fingers as she looked. 

"You must work out," Cassie murmured, her fingers probing over the long curves of the woman's tummy. "You have such a gorgeous body with your long slim legs, that sexy butt, prefect tits, and all the rest of you," Cassie whispered her hands exploring that delightful inventory, her memory embracing all those other gorgeous young women who had posed naked for her while her fingers held a brush instead of those luscious breasts that she now sensed she truthfully craved. 

"You feel so good to me," Margo sighed into her ear.

"You feel wonderful to me," Cassie whispered, a host of new sensations spreading through her body. Margo seemed to know just how to stroke her with her graceful slim hands. It felt so different from the men who had fondled her, so knowing, so femininely gentle and strangely satisfying that when Margo's hand captured Cassie's hand and slid it slowly down her own belly to find the fullness of her sex and press Cassie's fingers into the crease between her petals Cassie welcomed the plea with a delight utterly new and intriguing. 

Now all the intimacies of Margo's sex were hers to explore, to feel the woman's tumescent lips spreading under the probe of her finger finding the entrance to Margo's vagina. Carefully Cassie circled the opening, her finger gently probing into its depths to discover a vagina, unlike her own, fully receptive to penetration but deep, taut and tight. 

How many cocks other than Barbacchi's had filled it to satisfaction she wondered? How many women's tongues had worked its way into that resilient embrace? Their eyes met and Cassie read the utter delight she was giving to Margo with her explorations. Their mouths met and Margo's tongue slipped within Cassie's mouth exploring her lips, inside her cheeks, and tangling excitedly with her tongue. Clearly Margo was offering an appetizer of what it would be like when she would explore Cassie's vulva with a complete cascade of cunnilingus. 

Cassie gasped and fell more completely into the play with Margo's clitoris a synergy of mounting excitement flowing between them. Aside from the arousal now surging within Cassie there was something utterly captivating in Margo's attentions to her. That this woman, so sophisticated and gorgeous, was obviously so attracted to her Cassie found ever more gratifying as this new and delightful excitement overcame her. 

Gazing up into Margo's lovely eyes to read the effect Cassie let her fingers begin that passionate massage of her own clitoris that always brought her to orgasm, a favor that she was simultaneously bestowing on Margo's erect little organ.

Studying Cassie's hands Margo felt the girl falling ever more willingly into her spell. The girl's inexperience was melting gratifyingly into something much more than mere complicity. "Let me make you come. I want to play with your clit while you make me come," Margo whispered. 

"If I please you, you can have me anyway you want me," Cassie cried pulling back and opening her thighs to the massage of Margo's finger over her clitoris.

"Watch in the mirror," Margo said her fingers stroking over Cassie's mons and down to her labia. Fascinated Cassie watched her petals being spread by Margo's fingers while the woman's thumb massaged her clit into throbbing rigidity rousing echoes of her sessions with Conners, Bart and David. But these sensations were somehow utterly different and incredibly satisfying. 

"God, Margo you really know how to do it," Cassie gasped with delight, her whole cunt coming alive with arousal. Now she couldn't resist making coital movements against Margo's hand with her vulva and she began to circle her pelvis under Margo's busy hand. The woman's fingers were working magic on her clitoris, stimulating her to return the favor with a passion.

"I can't believe we are doing this to each other but I'm so close to coming I wont let you stop until I do," Cassie gasped.

For an answer Margo began to kiss Cassie's neck and run her tongue up under her ear, licking, caressing, and nibbling there until the sensations were flooding down into Cassie's breasts and Margo was following them with her mouth. 

"For a girl who isn't a lesbian, you sure know how to sex me up," Margo laughed passionately.

"I'm just glad I please you. Just tell me what you want to do to me," Cassie gasped.

"I want to make love to that hot swollen cunt of yours with my mouth," Margo intoned passionately.

"All right, if you want to have me like that I'm yours, but you have to use your tongue, you can't finger-fuck me. I'm a vaginal virgin and I have to stay that way," Cassie whispered as Margo knelt to the girl's thighs.

"Spread your pussy lips with your fingers so I can lick your pink," Margo instructed, and when Cassie opened herself she felt Margo's tongue slide between her labia and work its way down to her vaginal opening, probe its tightness and lick back and forth between her petals all the way up to her clitoris where it flipped passionately up and down upon her pearly bud.

Cassie groaned with delight, her hands capturing Margo's head. Her fingers slid eagerly into the woman's lush auburn tresses and stroked softly over them savoring the movements of Margo's mouth upon her vulva. She stared down in delighted disbelief at Margo's beautiful face so busily engaged upon her sex, leaning back so she could see the way the woman's tongue lapped at her labia, the way her eager eyes fixed upon her petals, the way Margo drew back at times to study the effect of her caresses and the eagerness with which she resumed her feast.




The Champagne Campaign Ch. 07



Rising silently Margo took both of Cassie hands in hers and drew the girl after her through the dressing room and into the bathing area. Beyond the Jacuzzi lay a tile-lined space where a half dozen people had no doubt showered together under an assortment of fountains before another wall of mirrors. Everywhere they went in this suite they were accompanied by their own naked mirrored images, images that Cassie was honest and vain enough to admit were totally lovely, and at which she found herself glancing constantly.

She followed Margo beneath a fountain showering hot water down upon them. Margo took up a sponge and began to soap Cassie's back, taking her time with the lathering, letting her hands roam freely over every inch of Cassie's body, playing sensuously in the suds, stroking them up and over her breasts time and again as if she couldn't bear to leave them until she had Cassie's nipples roused into turgid buds of sensation again. 

The spray pummeled Cassie insistently, tingling on her sensitive nipples and laving heavily over her loins. The lather flowed down her back and she felt Margo's breasts pressing against her shoulders. The woman's firm nipples traced delightful circles over her blades, and now Margo's hands lingered pleasantly upon the upper swells of her buttocks. They were so close that their hot wet naked bodies were touching everywhere. When Margo moved her loins fetched up against Cassie buttocks and Cassie arched her back, the movement only shoving her bottom more tightly into Margo's crotch. Feelings of excitement, tension, and wonder exploded again within her.

To Cassie's delight she was finding this bathing to be more than just pleasant. Margo was utterly sweet and gentle with the sensuous play of her hands, making little crooning sounds when she stroked and laved her fingers over Cassie's shoulders and back, pausing from time to time to press her lips against Cassie's neck while she worked her way down from Cassie's breasts to her belly with the sponge.

With a soft moan of acquiescence Cassie felt the sponge pressing and passing back and forth over her vulva as Margo worked it down into her crotch. 

"I can't believe this!" Cassie whispered as the massage upon her sex opened her legs, went beneath her vulva and then circled up around over her hip to her buttocks and worked its way down into the crease between her cheeks to rub repeatedly over her protruding labia. "You're turning me on already," she groaned helplessly.

"My but you're such a nice handful," Margo whispered dropping the sponge and palming Cassie's fulsome sex between her buttocks, her finger slipping magically in between the girl's large labial lips.

"If you don't stop I don't know what I'm going to do," Cassie moaned over the arousal bursting within her but Margo found Cassie's clitoris again with her finger and her nipple with her fingers. The spontaneous lift of Cassie's arm to embrace Margo's neck belied the girl's protest and all it took was a few moments of massage to bring Cassie to a passionate surrender once more. "What do you want me to do now?" the girl cried.

"Turn around so I can finger-fuck you," Margo whispered in the sweetest of voices. Cassie whirled in her arms and Margo slid her hand between the Cassie's legs beginning to squeeze and pull at her labia, spreading them and shoving her finger up and down between them until she had Cassie groaning with abandon again. "Your clitoris is so hard" Margo whispered stroking it ever harder.

"I know..."Cassie moaned. "It aches."

"I love your nipples, Cassie. I wanted to suck them as soon as I got you out of your clothes."

"Is that what you had in mind all along, to get me out of my clothes?"

"When I got your resume, I couldn't wait to interview you."

"Like this?" Cassie closed her eyes. 

The mirror was only a distraction from the pleasure radiating from Margo's mouth and fingers working her nipples and her clitoris into a mutual harmony of ecstatic sensations. Cassie marveled at how deliciously their bodies fitted together, at the way Margo's embrace enfolded her and sheltered her and thrust her at the same time into this passionate surrender. Her hand clutched suddenly at Margo's hand, passionately pressing her fingers ever more firmly into the spreading petals of her vulva, while her other hand played in Margo's wet hair. And then Margo's thumb began such an incredibly knowing massage of Cassie's clitoris that she was again utterly helpless in its magic. She strained in Margo's embrace, writhing against those soft breasts, that smooth warm wet skin that cushioned her so tenderly, savoring the lovely curves of her incredibly female body, the surge of her heavy wet hair that had fallen lusciously over her shoulders and that she clutched so passionately in the hand that still caressed Margo's head.

Hot hard gasps heralding her orgasm broke from Cassie's panting mouth, and Margo was so knowing, so relentless, so compelling in driving her up to the threshold, and then so deliciously cruel in holding her there and torturing her at the edge of her climax. Cassie moaned impetuously, begging to be pushed over the precipice, and pleading to be held there for another luscious moment of ecstasy.

"It's good isn't it, Cassie?" Margo enthused.

"Oh God yes," Cassie gasped.

"You love it don't you? This is just the beginning isn't it!"

"I don't know. "

"If I make you come you'll do what I want next won't you? Promise?"

"Yes...Yes....Just make me come!"

Margo began to kissing Cassie's neck, her hands working busily over the girl's vulva again. Her fingers probed into the opening of Cassie's vagina, softly caressing the entrance and playing over the sensitive inner surfaces of her labia. She stroked and pulled Cassie's petals until she had the girl shoving her loins up in urgent thrusts into her hand. Carefully she slipped a finger into the entrance of Cassie's vagina while her thumb worked madly over the girl's clitoral hood. 

Knowingly Margo searched out those magic places that she knew so well from her own masturbations. Now she had Cassie groaning and gasping with passion and excitement, but when she tried to slip her finger into the girl's vagina she found the opening so tight it made her gasp with surprise and delight. Clearly this tight little twat was everything Connors had said it was, and this utterly gorgeous and passionate girl was everything she had imagined she would be and more. Margo marveled, reveling in Cassie's spontaneous surrender to her own passions.

Carefully Margo's slim finger circled the embrace of Cassie's taut vaginal aperture finding the tender membrane of her hymen with a long soft caress, probing ever so gently at the opening in its center, an opening that was now yielding ever so slightly to her touch. 

Knowingly, tenderly, Margo pressed her advances and just as her mouth found Cassie's in a deep passionate kiss the tip of her slim finger sensed Cassie's tight little tunnel collapsing with the surges of the girl's utterly climatic orgasm. 

"Oh God!," Cassie wailed throwing her head back. She could feel Margo's breasts pressed against her own, their nipples mingling in a tingling crush. Suddenly everything, neck, nipples, clitoris, petals, and vagina were pulsing, pushing, and flinging Cassie out into the embrace of this incredibly powerful orgasm thundering down through her vagina and washing over her being. The spasms racked her again and again and again, and suddenly the tears were there. Floods of them that washed over her cheeks and turned her trembling into Margo's sheltering arms.

"That was so good," Cassie sobbed while the shower rained down upon them. The steam rose about them bathing their nakedness in wet heat as Margo caressed Cassie into quiet and peeped tenderly into her face. She smiled gently, questioningly, and Cassie returned her query with a wan and wondrous smile of her own.

Margo lifted her finger to Cassie's mouth and slipped it between her lips. "My finger was just an appetizer for what's coming to that that tight little tunnel of yours." Margo smiled.

"If you say so," Cassie moaned. 

"This is only the beginning sweetheart!" Margo whispered. Cassie nodded silently, marveling at the revelation and cuddled in the woman's arms. "Come on, let's do the Jacuzzi now," Margo offered stepping down into the water, leading Cassie into it depths and cuddling her happily in the swirling currents. 

Cassie stretched luxuriantly against Margo's bosom and let her self be drawn deeper and deeper into the hot swirling mystery of the waters beckoning to her. 

***** The darkness behind the mirrors sheltered a presence. A smile of appreciation touched Leo Barbacchi's face studying though the one-way glass the woman and the girl before him. Leo licked his lips with anticipation. The sample Margo had just given him of Cassie's response to stimulation of her vaginal opening only heralded what a fantastic fuck the girl would be when he got to go all the way with his organ so perfectly suited to fully exploiting Cassie's vaginal virginity. According to Connors the girl was hot to sacrifice her maidenhood to a cock, but clearly she also possessed a wellspring of erotic sensibilities eager for same-sex exploration. Barbacchi glowed with increasing satisfaction as the byplay between his mistress and the girl had unfolded before him all afternoon. Behind the one-way mirrors of his hidden closets of voyeurism Leo had followed every moment of Margo's skillful seduction of this luscious little beauty, marveling with satisfaction at how Cassie's reluctant complicity had gradually given way to Margo's advances in the library, at how Margo had seduced Cassie out of her clothes in the bedroom and the girl had wonderingly surrendered herself to Margo's passionate caresses. And finally at the way she had totally abandoned herself to Margo's seduction in the shower Certainly Connors was good at scouting out prospects and he would be well rewarded as this little filly was proving to even more than he had promised. That Margo had tapped Cassie's unrealized lesbian instincts revealed that the little beauty possessed the bisexual talents Leo so relished in his girls. 

And to top it off Cassie was a wonder to behold. Her lush little figure sporting in the water there beside Margo's slim languorous showgirl curves would be sheer delight to experience in the flesh of the threesomes he envisioned with these two beauties.  

He watched the way they were playing with each other now, the way the girl floated up and over Margo's body, and the way Margo kept pulling her onto her bosom to display Cassie for him in every way imaginable, spreading the girl's legs so he could view her fulsome vulva first from the front, and then rolling her over to present her darling buttocks and the swollen folds of her fleshy labia between them. 

The girl floated laughing over Margo's bosom, her arms entwined about Margo's neck while Margo's hands caressed her bottom and spread her cheeks to the total revelation of her anal pucker. He saw its pale, delicately wrinkled closure in the depths of her crease and when Margo's finger slid across it and paused upon it, he heard Cassie moan softly and saw her arms tighten about Margo's neck. 

"Are you going to do me there too," he heard the girl murmur with relish, and when Margo's finger found the entry to her anus and slipped slowly within he watched Cassie hug her breasts tightly to Margo bosom, her mouth open into Margo's kiss and take her offered tongue into her mouth to suck while the woman's finger probed into the depths of her pucker and slowly fucked it before his eyes. 

He knew that Margo was well aware of his presence so close to them. Her eyes knew exactly where to find his behind the sheltering mirror that separated them and she moved to lift Cassie's buttocks from the water so that he could relish her finger plunging into the girl's depths and her response to its insistent invasion.

Margo pulled at Cassie's shining buttock with one hand spreading the girl's crease to his view while she fucked the girl's pucker with the other hand, lifting her own full thigh into Cassie's crotch to support her. With something to work against Cassie could now respond and she began to pump her loins up and down into Margo's thrusts stimulating her clit upon Margo's leg. 

Leo watched the waves rippling from Cassie's ever more energetic movements until they were splashing up and over the edges of the Jacuzzi, and then he knew that she had climaxed once more when her wet shining head tossed madly spewing water over the glass before him and her voice keened in his ears at the peak of her orgasm. 

A ripe, multi-orgasmic, anally erotic, bisexual vaginal-virgin, with a gorgeous face and a body perfect for his latest obsession with adolescent girls, along with a mistress perfectly attuned to his needs and hers. 

Leo's mind leaped ahead to the orgies he would have with these two, to the way he knew Margo would minister to his wants and her own, to those long hours of lovemaking when they would introduce Cassie to every nuance of passionate threesomes, and to that exquisite moment at the outset when he would take the girl's vaginal virginity. 

Barbacchi leaned forward in his chair and studied his mistress's face not a dozen feet from his. Women in his world were cuties or queens, either compliant little cuddle- bunnies, or world-wise with their own sexual agendas. Margo was the latter. She knew what she wanted and how to get it. Cassie was certainly a cutie if he just looked at her body, but her face told him something else too. There was a keen-ness in her expression; an adventurousness in her eyes and in that questioning lift of her eyebrows that told him she might make her own original contributions to their delightful orgies and to his latest movie-making as well. For sure she fitted his casting quest perfectly. 

Margo turned in the tub and sat now with her back to him, the familiar drape of her auburn hair floating about her shoulders in the water. Her curvaceous legs had captured one of Cassie's and held it between her shapely knees while her foot played luxuriantly between Cassie's feet.

The girl reclined in the water facing him her honeyed hair playing darkly about her shoulders in the swirling currents while she languished under Margo's attentions. He had just seen this young beauty's gradual surrender and the power of the orgasms that had gripped her time and again. Surely she would be satiated now and not easily roused despite the promise that Margo had extracted from her, the promise to give in to whatever Margo wanted from her.

He and Margo had discussed this interview in depth. She knew what he wanted from this girl, and she also knew how to get what she wanted from Cassie if the girl had it in her. The fact that Cassie had already succumbed to Margo's seductions was actually astounding. It heralded the sensuous nature in the applicant that he was looking for, and the girl's innocence of lesbian love made her surrender to it even more satisfying. He only wondered now if Cassie would return Margo's favors? Could the girl be induced into the mutual cunt loving with his mistress that he knew Margo craved? Leo knew Margo. And what Margo wanted now was to pursue her seduction of this enchanting girl. He could see how turned on she was with Cassie despite the seeming control she had of the situation. He knew what Margo wanted to do to Cassie and more over what she wanted Cassie to do to her. He knew the passions that roiled within his mistress and he wanted to see Margo roused again into the abandon that was such a turn on for him too. 

Could this talented girl be another catalyst for Margo's passions and his as well? Leo studied Cassie and licked his lips. His hands tingled to touch her breasts, to fondle those luxuriant curves that so perfectly graced her small figure. She was marvelously fit without the hint of a sag in her whole bosom, and his mouth watered for her lovely seductively up-tilted nipples so perfect for the modest size of her breasts. 

Right now he envied Margo the pleasure she had taken in fondling the girl, and he had sensed how firm and resilient Cassie's breasts would be to his touch. And there was no question that the girl loved to be touched. He had seen the response in her nipples resound throughout her body. 

Now Leo watched Cassie stirring below him when Margo pressed her flirtatious foot against the swell of the girl's calves and then slid it casually between her knees. He couldn't see Margo's face but he could see Cassie's and the expression of expectation that lighted it as she received this message. He watched Cassie drop her hands from where they rested on the edge of the Jacuzzi to the tops of her thighs as if to welcome another visit to her vulva. 

Seductively Margo pressed her request. Her lovely leg straightened and her heel rose up over the tops of Cassie's thighs in long meaningful caresses that intruded ever more deeply between them. Leo studied the girl's face, the way her sumptuous mouth had opened for breath and her eyes had widened questioningly as Margo's slim shapely heel burrowed ever more insistently towards her hands that moved now to caress the valley of her loins. 

The invasion of Margo's lovely leg advanced in such slow sensuous measures that in time it parted Cassie's legs, and with each sortie Leo saw a change in Cassie's face. Amusement at first that mounted into pleasure, and then a knowing acceptance when the girl at last received Margo's foot into her hands. She held it there to pleasure its progress, kneading the sole gently and rubbing the beautifully manicured toes in her fingers.

"Yum." he heard Margo say. "That feels good. There's nothing like a foot-rub to relax me." But he could see Margo's face in the mirror before her and he knew by her nipples that she was anything but relaxed. They were shrunken and hard with arousal, and he read her desire in the intensity of her gaze at the girl she was attempting to seduce again.

"Are you tense?" Cassie smiled wisely. It would be a wonder if the woman wasn't tense after what they had just done.

"I'm waiting," Margo sighed sliding down in the tub and pushing her foot more into Cassie's hand. Taking Margo's ankle in one hand Cassie obediently began the exploration of her foot. Slowly her hand flowed over the top of Margo's foot tracing out her delicate shapes and fondling her toes. Her caresses were shy at first, but then a curiosity touched her, a flicker of sensual need that caused her to slip her palm up to the smooth fullness of Margo's calf.

"Oh that's nice," Margo sighed. Cassie stroked over the woman's silky skin, palming the shapeliness of her calf in her hand and massaging its firmness. "Higher," Margo pleaded and when Cassie moved up to feel the beginning fullness of the woman's lower thigh she felt Margo's heel snuggle against her vulva. Fascinated Barbacchi studied the renewed amour unfolding before him, and it was not just the softly masturbatory movements that Margo's foot initiated upon Cassie's cunt, rather it was the increasingly sensuous by-play of the girl's hand stroking Margo's leg. 

Cassie's submarine caresses were becoming long lingering tactile explorations of Margo's shapely limb as a counterpoint to the movements of Margo's foot against her clit. Leo saw that Cassie was turning on again, and the arousal that had emerged again in her face shown in the expectant parting of her mouth and smoldered in her eyes. The little sweetheart was a nympho, she loved sex, and couldn't get enough of it!

He watched Cassie lean back in the tub and open her legs giving her sex over to the dildo of Margo's sole. A dildo with a knowing life of its own that subtly increased the gentle pleasuring; pleasuring that neither the woman or the girl seemed in a hurry to rush, but only to pursue. Leo had heard every word that passed between them all afternoon, and now Cassie's little sighs of pleasure were sounding in his ears as well.




The Champagne Campaign Ch. 08



The summer night had turned cool and there was a blaze in the fireplace when Margo ushered Cassie into Leo's study. They had spent the last hour primping and posing before the mirrors in the artist's suite while Margo readied Cassie with the final touches for the interview with Barbacchi. 

At last she had chosen a simple dress for Cassie to wear, simple and girlish. It offered her charms in a short loose high-necked flutter-sleeved little tee and nothing else except the tiniest of bikinis beneath the dress. 

Cassie's legs were so shapely, her skin so flawless that Margo decided she should definitely not wear hose and only open toed flat-heeled pumps to grace her shapely feet. With her long light tresses parted in the center, one side falling over her back and the other over her bosom, she presented with an Alice-In-Wonderland effect that Margo knew would enchant Leo. 

Margo left to dress herself and Cassie stared at her own image in the mirror while the sensations of this astounding day flooded over her and she marveled at the transformations Margo had achieved with her. 

She actually resembled the early teen virgin she once was, only now she was filled with the experiences of her present twenty years, and this is what she would bring to the man who filled her fantasies of 'Mister Right'! Clearly he must favor sexy pubescent little sweethearts if the image she saw of herself in the mirror before her was any clue. 

On every side Atherton's erotic ambiance filled Cassie's senses, within her fluttered the sensations of Margo's last passionate caresses over her clitoris, her loins aching yet from that last unfulfilled orgasm in the Jacuzzi. 

Her nipples tingled with need from the final caresses Margo had bestowed upon them through the thin fabric of her dress, and when at last she was ushered into Barbacchi's presence her hardened paps budded on her bosom before his eyes like twin plums begging to be sucked.

Leo sized her up with satisfaction, taking in the transformation from his mistress's passionate lover to a modestly innocent little teen except for the tease of her nipples above a waist so slim the chemise lay limp over it, barely embracing the curves of her slim hips, its hem ending at mid thigh to reveal her long naked curvaceous flawlessly tended legs. 

"Hello, Cassie," he said offering his hand. "I'm so glad you could join us. Please..." he beckoned her to the huge leather couch before his desk, his eyes devouring her subtle shapes modestly concealed by her loose dress, his mind knowing every detail of the true beauties and passions beneath that enchantingly girlish appearance. 

Cassie slid into the couch's embrace, the faint scent of her cologne mingling with the perfume of the leather from the cushions. When she lifted her leg and slowly crossed it over her knee her movement offered him a glimpse of the tiny thong concealing her swollen sex as she sat back preparing herself for whatever he might want to know. 

Happily he opened the interview: "Margo has filled you in on the position I'm offering. So what can you tell me about yourself?"

Cassie glanced at Margo. The afternoon had been such an incredible blur of sensations, such an unbelievable surrender to sensuality that this change of pace left her grasping for her center. She took a deep breath and launched into a recitation of her resume. 

Leo listened quietly for a few moments and nodded. "Yes, we've had a good look at your qualifications and experience as an artist. I'm sure by now you know that this position has another dimension, a dimension that includes your personal life. Would you care to share certain details with us that could have a direct effect on this offer?"

"What do you want to know," Cassie said a bit breathlessly. 

"A husband? Boyfriends? That sort of thing?" Leo queried.

"I've never been married. I've chosen career over marriage, and I don't have any serious attachments here in Chicago."

"Casual relationships?"

"A few...brief ones." Her damned Tsunami blush began somewhere below her collar and washed up into the roots of her hair as the very recent incidents with Connors, Bart and David, and Scotty, tumbled through her consciousness and ended with the sensations from Margo's incredible lovemaking that still glowed within her. 

"You will forgive my interest I hope, but I'm sure that you can see that the nature of the work that we are going to ask you to do calls for an extensive acquaintance with the erotic and an intimate knowledge of the sensual," Barbacchi continued. 

Cassie nodded. "I understand. Margo showed me your collection and explained your interest in erotica. Naturally I have some acquaintance with these things." Cassie shrugged. "I try to imbue my paintings with a sensual quality, but frankly I've never tried to produce pornography in fine art. So I don't know."

"Are you prepared to make the effort to find out?"

Cassie took a deep breath. This was it! The offer would turn on her response. Did she want a chance at this opportunity...at the man himself...and his mistress? 

"I think it could be an interesting challenge," she heard herself say positively. 

"You would agree that when it comes to erotica truly convincing art can only be produced by someone who has lived it?"

"Most likely," Cassie nodded. "But my experience with such things has been a bit limited...in the past," Cassie finished, her eyes flicking to Margo to catch the woman's droll smile. 

Leo studied Cassie silently for a few moments. "I imagined from your presentation the other day that your sexual experience was, shall we say, quite extensive."

"I have a vivid imagination," Cassie returned, her blush deepening.

"So in fact you're not really very experienced at all."

"Well I wouldn't say that," she countered.

"And of those experiences you have had, what did you enjoy the most?"

"That's awfully personal!" Cassie murmured hesitantly. 

"This is a very personal position. Tell me do you like boys or girls best."

Cassie shot a quick glance at Margo. She must have told him about their love-making this afternoon when she left to dress, else why would he think she liked girls at all?

"I haven't had much experience with girls," she murmured.

"But you've had some?"

"Yes," she murmured.

"When?"

Cassie took a deep breath. "I suspect your mistress has already told you all about it...," she muttered dryly.

"And?"

"To be honest I enjoyed it much more than I ever thought I would," she ventured bravely without daring to look at Margo but she felt the woman's gaze on her.

"And would you like to have more of such experiences?"

Cassie hesitated. Another crucial test! "The appetizer was ... delicious. But I'm not a latent lesbian."

Leo nodded and his gaze drifted past Cassie to Margo who was offering him one of her wry knowing smiles. Cassie might not be a latent lesbian but for sure she was a bisexual beauty. 

"I trust your experience with guys is somewhat more extensive than with girls?"

Cassie nodded, " But I don't sleep around a lot."

"But from what I gathered at your presentation, and your artistic accomplishments, and your appearance, I would guess that you are very sensual, one might say even very passionate."

She took a deep breath and felt the flutter in her chest become definite thumps as her heart raced and the flush in her face deepened. "Well I do enjoy sex...if that's what you mean."

"So tell me Cassie, what do you do for sexual satisfaction."

"Oh heavens!" she muttered and dropped her gaze. 'Here we go again.' she thought! 'Why do they always want to know about my finger-fucking?'

"You do pleasure yourself don't you?" he said gently.

Cassie nodded without looking at him. Next he would want to know how often she fingered her self, and just how she did it. But the thing that was the most embarrassing of all was that she was supposed to be an adult sophisticated career woman and she was still constantly getting off on her hand, like an adolescent school-girl, instead of on some stud's cock. 

She felt suddenly angry, angry with herself for being so nerdy, angry with him for being so pushy, and angry at being so challenged. Now it wasn't so much a question of whether she wanted the job as of proving herself. 

Leo caught the flash in her eyes as she looked up at him, the firming of her luscious mouth, and sensed that he was on the right track with this delicious little doll. What Connor's had told him about her was proving out, he had sized her up as hot but inexperienced, just what he himself was looking for in his girls. 

And if what Connors had told him about this sweetheart's virginity was true he hadn't spoiled her by fucking her all night like he could have. Leo made a mental note to reward Connors for his foresight and for steering Cassie to Atherton. Barbacchi knew he could have his pick of beautiful women. His looks, his money, his position gave him endless opportunities and he had indulged himself totally to his satisfactions. The numerous girls on his staff at Atherton gave him all the variety he wanted in beautiful faces and bodies and hungry libidos but he was looking for something else now as well. 

He wanted a young compliment to Margo's sexual creativity, a doll who had a sense for the erotic akin to their own, a girl who not only liked to fuck but to think about fucking, to fantasize about it, and to share such fantasies with him. Such treasures were not easy to find, and amongst them he was looking for a special gem. 

He especially wanted a little sweetheart who shared his passion for the visual, a little doll with an artistic temperament and an erotic imagination who could spark novelty for them, all disguised in the appearance of innocent virginity.

That this young woman might be that girl had struck him and Margo at the agency presentation. He had sensed that Margo had immediately been attracted to Cassie, and Margo hadn't hesitated to tell him so. In fact they had shared a fucking-fantasy that very night that centered upon Cassie in which Margo had seduced the girl repeatedly in just the way she had this afternoon. 

That Cassie had been a virgin where other women were concerned he had just seen with his own eyes from the shy and helpless way she had succumbed to Margo's caresses, but once really aroused the girl threw herself into lovemaking with all the ardor of lesbian passion.

So the first question of whether Cassie would have sex with a woman was already settled. The remaining questions were how far would Cassie go in satisfying all his intentions, and how long would it take to get her there? 

Women, he had discovered, were often unpredictable in their sex lives. Some of the most promising ones still might have bothersome inhibitions, or soon find other interests. Was Cassie such a girl? He found it hard to believe that this hot young beauty had reached the age of twenty without being fucked silly, so he decided to try to find out.

"So in your search for sexual satisfaction," he went on, "you not only pleasure yourself, you pleasure others as well?"

"Sometimes" she mumbled, appraising the direction the conversation was heading. Clearly he wanted the most intimate details of her sex life and she pondered how candid she should be in revealing her innermost secrets. She knew what she did say would have to be served with the most sensual flavor she could give it. "What do you want to know?" she asked.

"Everything! From the beginning!" Barbacchi intoned gravely. "When did it start Cassie?"

"It started before I was an early teen, but I'm not going to go into that," she replied firmly. "I've been so busy with my education and my job that I've had to satisfy my sex life with my hand, and I've been waiting for Mr. Right to come along too.

"So you never really got a good fuck?"

Cassie dropped her gaze, studied the revelation of her legs beneath her filmy dress and considered her next move. Her most recent adventures with Connors, might better be left untouched. It would never do to let him know that she had been ready to give her virginity to his Marketing Manager to get the Bubbles business. As for that anal interlude with Bart and David it had been a fantastic fuck but too embarrassing to confess in this little girly dress. As for a 'really good fuck' her unyielding virgin vagina left that to her imagination with the man in front of her now. "I expect there's much I haven't experienced," she murmured demurely.

"Obviously a great loss for everyone. I would expect your co-workers must find you utterly attractive and tempting and that office romances are a part of the life of a girl as beautiful and sexually gifted as you."

Cassie, shrugged, lifted her gaze to his and felt the hot blush washing over her face. "I've had some passes made at me recently," she admitted. "but there's a lot of that going on in the agency where I work."

"Who from?"

"I'm not going to name names. There was this guy recently who had me in a difficult position. There was a lot at stake and I had to turn a trick to get what was necessary. He had a terrific case of the hots for me so I did a whore-job."

"A whore-job! Sounds interesting. Tell me about it," Leo insisted. "Did you like it?"

"Actually it was better than I thought it would be, and he was very nice to me. Besides it's a fantasy I've had for a long time, so I just lived it out with him. He took me to a fancy hotel and we spent the afternoon together. He was very good at sexing me up. Obviously I needed that kind of satisfaction more than I realized. Anyway I brought him off with my mouth and I guess he was so satisfied that he didn't want to really fuck me in my pussy. And then he just took off and left me there," Cassie shrugged with a wry smile at Leo. 

"Who else made a pass at you?" Barbacchi probed.

"A supplier I work with. I was modeling for him."

"And this is the result?" Leo observed handing an envelope across his desk to Cassie. 

Her breath froze in her throat as she dumped the contents and stared at the pile of glossies Bart had shot for the final art of the Champagne Campaign. It was all there, the blow-jobs, cum-shots, Kama Sutra poses, that anal orgy with Bart and David, and she was at the center of the action in every picture. "How did you get these?" she groaned miserably. 

"What truly matters my dear, is that you are obviously eminently well qualified for the position I am trying to fill here at Atherton, and these pictures are the frosting on your cake." 

Leo studied the way she sat before him now, her lovely flushed face the picture of embarrassed revelation, her gorgeous little body barely concealed by her girlish dress. He lifted a photo of her in the throes of her masturbations, studied it, and handed it to her. 

"Do you feel sexually aroused most of the time?" Leo asked.

"I've learned not to show it," Cassie mumbled.

"It shows my dear. In fact, aside from your rather stunning beauty, it is that aura of sexy sensuality enhancing your charming youth that we all find so utterly appealing. And now that I know the extent of your brief sexual history I am even more intrigued with what you obviously have to offer. If you should accept this position with us at Atherton you won't have to hide anything," Leo observed. "In fact I encourage the fullest expression not only all your natural charms but your hidden fantasies as well. And to that end there is only one additional qualification that we must consider. 

"What could that be?" Cassie sighed.

"It is the question of your virginity, your vaginal virginity that is," Leo gestured at the pile of pictures with a lift of his handsome brows. "Clearly, my dear, you have recently indulged your penchant for sex not only in that trick you turned with a business associate but with these two guys who enjoyed repeated anal penetration with you,'

Lifting one of the most revealing glossies from the pile he continued: "I cannot imagine these chaps, or any others that you may have pleasured, would be content only with your mouth and your darling butt when you offer such a lusciously inviting cunt as well. So I find it necessary to confirm the presence of your intact hymen before offering you the position of Artist-In- Residence at Atherton."

"This is the most incredible job interview I've ever had!" Cassie moaned.

Rising from her chair Margo came to Cassie, "Just lift your skirt dear," she said softly. 

'Well why not?' Cassie thought. 'If he wanted to know about her hidden fantasies this would be a peak at what she had envisioned on first meeting him at her presentation when the sudden thought of his handsome face cradled between her hot thighs had made her blush.' 

"Lie back dear and spread your legs," Margo instructed. 

With a sigh of submission Cassie complied raising her skirt to shield her flaming face from Barbacchi's view she stretched out on the couch before Leo and opened her legs for him.

Barbacchi rose from his desk and came to her, leaning over the arm of the couch to gaze closely at the revelation of her swollen vulva beneath the brief panel of her panties.

Peaking from behind her lifted skirt Cassie captured the intensity of his gaze caressing her puffy pussy, his eyes wide and bright with interest. She could barely believe her emotions. It was love at first sight when she had met him weeks ago; right now she adored him and if that bulge under his fly was any indication his 'perfect penis' was lifting to her offering. 

Beyond him the painting over the fireplace of the nymphs and satyr set the mood perfectly, his whole house was an aphrodisiac of erotic sensuality that had instantly entranced her with its ambiance filling her with excitement and arousal from the moment Margo had met her at the door. 

"Lift your butt sweetie," Margo urged, her fingers finding Cassie's thong and slowly drawing it down over her hips, thighs, calves, and feet leaving her naked up to the folds of her dress covering her breasts. 

"See what a nice long clitoral hood she has," Margo sighed, her finger stroking sensuously down its length. "And there's her darling clit peeping out from under it." Margo squeezed her fingers pinching Cassie's clit and popping her pearly bud out even further." Cassie groaned, only this time it was with sheer pleasure. "That feels good, doesn't it, dear?" Margo murmured her fingers caressing the length of Cassie's clit "You know it does, " Cassie moaned. . "Would you let Mr. Barbacchi touch it?" 

Cassie sighed. 'Touch it!' she thought. 'With any luck he would suck it,' she hoped. When she had first seen him at the presentation it had felt like her clit was aching for his touch, and now that dream might become a reality. 

Together Leo and Margo stared down at the luscious pale pink glistening surfaces of Cassie's sex leading to the tight slit of her vagina that remained virginally closed. 

"He's going to put his finger in your mouth, Cassie, so you can get it nice and wet for him before he strokes your clit with it," Margo murmured.

Peering up at his handsome visage Cassie focused on his finger descending to her mouth, feeling it touch her lips and savor her shapes before parting them to find her tongue. Would this finger be just the prelude to taking that 'perfect penis' into her mouth? This would be her chance to let him know just how she would treat it if he gave it to her. 

That touch on her tongue was so knowing, so eager to discover her talent as she licked it into her mouth to bathe it with the flood of saliva suddenly filling her cheeks and lathering onto his finger. He held it there to feel her long curling caress and when it was glistening and dripping he lifted it to her eyes, her breath coming in a quick pant of anticipation before he touched her clit. 

That little moan was only a hint of the sensations thrilling through her when she felt him sliding it up and down over her clitoral hood, feeling how long and firm it was already.




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He kept stroking it gently until she just had to thrust softly up and down, and then he held his finger there so she could masturbate her tumescent clit against it. 

He would think she was just a hot little twat and he would be so right! The sensations were so exquisitely compelling that she suddenly seized his arm with both hands so she could work her clit even more passionately against his moving finger.

Quickly her coital thrusts against her finger became ever harder. Her graceful round thighs opened even more excitedly as she spread her legs and pleasured her clit on his finger until she had to pause for a breath and read the satisfaction in Barbacchi's face at this ready arousal of her orgasm.

Margo was gazing down at her too with that knowing smile on her lovely mouth, her lips shaping into that pucker that Cassie now knew was the prelude to a kiss on her clit. And when the woman lowered her face Cassie's hand captured her head pulling her mouth to Leo's massaging finger. 

Margo's tongue licked so knowingly and with such perfection accompanying Leo's finger that Cassie could only cry with delight and stare in wonderment up at Leo and his mistress giving her this exquisite pleasure. 

Then she felt the sensations of Leo's fingers spreading her petals and Margo's tongue licking her pink down to the wet opening of her virgin vagina. 

Leo knelt to her then his face between her knees, his mistress's fingers probing at her entrance and spreading her opening. Cassie studied their faces and the meaningful glances passing between them as they studied the shining membrane of her hymen encircling her opening. 

Leo gazed fixedly upon this treasure, knowing now that there was no way he would let this luscious young lovely escape the total experience of Atherton Estates.

Peaking up at them from the folds of her dress burying her flushed face Cassie knew they were studying her hymen, and then she felt Leo probe ever so softly at it with his bulky finger pausing on its opening and pressing gently to measure its resistance to penetration. 

He felt it stretch slightly, but no tumescent erection had ever broken its way through that glistening ring of membrane. Its tension teased him irresistibly and he had to respond with his tongue.

Cassie felt the touch, that long sensuous lick around her entrance, and then that delicious probe into her encircling center and the lingering licking kiss greeting her maidenhead.

She groaned with anticipation, craving the moment when his perfect penis would supplant his tongue. For sure it would happen now, and when she looked up at Margo the woman was nodding in agreement. 

"Do you finger-fuck yourself, Cassie?" Leo asked wonderingly,

"Yes," she sighed. "All I need is one finger to come on, and my vaginal opening is so sexy sensitive that I don't need to go all the way in."

"Show me, but be careful," he said, 

Sighing softly Cassie slowly circled the end of her slim finger around and around the opening to her vagina. "See, when I masturbate I use the heel of my hand on my clit like this... and then I can finger my twat like this." 

The tip of her finger slipped within the taut little opening and curled around to find what must be an intense ring of pleasure because her arousal flared instantly in her face. 

Leo smiled with satisfaction. "Finger your cunt, Cassie, I want to watch you come." It was the moment he had been waiting for, a perfect view of that tight little twat that no one had fucked yet. He licked his lips in anticipation, knowing also that there was nothing Margo wanted more right now than to put her own mouth on Cassie's hot sex weeping with juices for both of them. 

Indeed Margo craved to kiss that sweet sex again. "Do you want me to come with you, Cassie? I could you know," Margo laughed.

Leo smiled down at Cassie. "We haven't discussed your sexual history with girls."

"There wasn't any history before today with your gorgeous mistress," Cassie giggled.

"Perhaps we don't need to discuss it, it will be enough if you simply showed me how you feel about lesbian love," he smiled persuasively.

So this would be another crucial test. Cassie sighed, her finger working insistently over her clitoris as she watched Margo peeling out of her dress to the full revelation of her gorgeously naked body. No doubt Barbacchi would want her to go down on Margo now and give his lover head just the way she had in the spa, use her tongue on the woman's clit and bring her to orgasm with her mouth. 

Gazing up at the revelation of Margo's succulent tits Cassie tugged at the folds of her dress hiding her bosom. Barbacchi hadn't seen her boobs yet, not the real thing anyway, just all those sexy pics Bart had taken of her tits. 

Suddenly Cassie felt the back of the couch falling away until it rested by her side. Leo had pressed a button, the couch had become a bed and Margo was pulling the folds of Cassie's dress off over her head leaving her utterly naked to Leo's roving hands taking the measure of her breasts and nipples. 

For a moment Margo let him explore the girl's nakedness savoring the pleasure Cassie was experiencing as the girl gazed adoringly up into Leo's handsome face, her finger working ever more passionately within the wetness of her vaginal opening as his fingers tugged her nipples into ecstatic arousal. 

At last with a hungry sigh Margo lowered herself to the couch-bed spreading her heated thighs over Cassie's face and stretching her length over the girl's figure until her face was posed over Cassie's sex and they were in a classic lesbian sixty-nine.

When Cassie tipped her head back the woman's vulva was poised over her mouth again and she could see that those long full labial lips that she had nursed so passionately in the spa were once again weeping for her caresses. Her gaze flicked up to capture Barbacchi's eyes fixed intently upon her next moves. 

Clearly he was fascinated to discover how willing she was to bring his mistress to orgasm knowing that this was virtually a new set of sensations for her self. Reaching up with both hands she captured Margo's buttocks and slowly spread them to the feast of her lips, tongue, and fingers. The sight was sensational with him watching her like that. 

It was so sexy to see how fascinated he was with what she was going to do to his mistress's luscious cunt already wet with those juices she had savored in the spa, to say nothing of that pale pucker beckoning between the woman's fabulous cheeks. 

With an enthusiastic nod of encouragement Leo slid his hand beneath Cassie's head lifting her mouth to the petals unfolding before her lips. For a moment she paused taking in this view suddenly so appealing to her senses and then, to his delight and Margo's, the girl's long lithe tongue extended to search for the slit between his mistress's petals that his tongue now knew so well, found it and probed between them into the woman's wet juicy pink.

The session of cunnilingus that followed between his mistress and the girl was long leisurely and extensively explored by both of them. Margo's cascades of kisses, long lingering licks, deep sessions of sucks on Cassie's clit inducing the girl into returning the favors with all the enthusiasm she was receiving from Margo, until they were both intensely aroused and hovering on edge of orgasm. 

Leo leaned back happily studying these two naked beauties so rapt in their lovemaking before him. All the girl's inhibitions seemed to have vanished over the afternoon of Margo's seduction and his interviewing session that had touched on the girl's sexual history. Now she had little to hide, least of all her passionate nature that she was obviously so willing to share with him and his mistress. Inwardly Cassie gaped in wonderment at herself, at this crazy shameless turn-on that had come over her, but that didn't lessen the excitement or the pleasure at all, especially with her heartthrob so turned on to what she was doing to his lover. 

Margo stared down at Cassie's sex. How she loved to kiss that sweet pussy and how she loved to have her own mouth even busier on the girl's clit. Suddenly Margo's ecstasy bloomed into her climax as Cassie's orgasm still trembled beneath her tongue. 

Passionately she nuzzled her face in Cassie's vulva, her tongue slavering wildly over the slit between the girl's petals with all the energy of her orgasm streaming with utter deliciousness through her whole body, fading at last into an afterglow that left her hungering for more.

In response Cassie's back arched lifting her sex ever more eagerly into Margo's mouth, her darling curvaceous legs quivering with excitement opening her crotch utterly to Leo's view. Now her generous sex lay revealed all the way to where the bulges of her buttocks began, and her clitoris, swollen into rigidity from Margo's caresses peaked out at him so temptingly that when his mistress lifted her face and winked invitingly at him he simply had to lower his own mouth to the feast she was offering him 

The sensations of the ecstasy Cassie was to experience next flowed into her being from the kisses Leo was bestowing upon her flushed inner thighs. She felt his head between them, his mouth turning from one to the other to bestow a flood of caresses from her knees all the way up to her sex. She felt his fingers spreading her labia, opening them caressingly while he worked his mouth over the fulsome folds opening under his tongue, searching for every nuance of pleasure for himself and her. 

He had his hands under her buttocks, cradling them in his strong palms and lifting her out of the cushions so he could explore every aspect of her nether regions with his hungry lips and tongue. 

Now she felt him spreading her legs and draping them over his shoulders, the movement offering full access to the cleft between her buttocks and what lay between them; his tongue working eagerly over that sensitively fulsome space between her sex and her pucker before finally encircling it with a cascade of caresses sending shivers of delight rippling into the depths of her being. 

The girl's clitoris bulged provocatively between her petals. Leo drew it into his mouth savoring its tumescent bulb with his tongue, and applied himself to sucking it into a lather of pulsing sensations that had Cassie groaning with every caress. 

His thumb found the entrance to her vagina and settled within its space even as his finger stroked to the taut circle of her anus and plunged within. Instantly her orgasm crested in a cascade of convulsions simultaneously rippling through her anal pucker and her vaginal opening caressing his fingers with the strength of her responses, and rewarding his ears with her keening cries of satisfaction.

Leo smiled with anticipation. He'd watched the spasms of climax rippling through Margo's voluptuous body and felt the convulsive tremors of orgasm wracking Cassie's sublime little figure. Now it was his turn. He opened his fly and pulled his rigid erection from his trousers, stroking it lasciviously over their faces turned to greet his offering. 

In the afterglow of her orgasm Cassie moaned with abandon at the sight. His organ was everything she had dreamed it would be from their first encounter in the conference room to this very moment. 

It loomed magnificently before her face, the living incarnation of 'The-Perfect-Penis' that she had created with her airbrush and her fantasies, an erection worthy of the god Eros himself in his most grandly randy state. 

Her eyes widened with delight, her mouth gaped with anticipation, her hand ached to take the measure of this phallus that outstripped all the others in her life. That first unmentionable organ had shocked and seduced her early years, Connors had delighted her, Bart and David had captivated her, and Scotty's penis had inspired her to this phallic vision before her. Now she craved the realization of her grandest fantasy at last. 

She was sure that Barbacchi would fuck her to distraction, that Margo would lift her and hold her over his marvelous phallus and that the woman would guide his organ up into the constriction of her virgin vagina. 

He would rend her hymen at last; stretch her vagina to take his bulk up within those wondrous convulsions that surged through her tunnel hungrily embracing his cock. She would climax fantastically upon this god-given erection, and then she would be ever-after open to that world of phallic delights awaiting her, though she would have broken her promise to Conners and have to kiss the Champagne Campaign goodbye along with her job and everything else. 

Indeed Margo was reaching for Leo's penis, drawing it to them, and holding it before their faces to admire and caress. Bright eyed and excited Margo held him for Cassie to suck. Eagerly Cassie plied her mouth over his ruddy lobes, feeling how he filled her cheeks and sensing how he would stuff her virgin vagina.

Together they worked their hands up and down his shaft and cradled his testicles. Together they plied their lips up, over, and around his organ: their mouths mingling in kisses, their tongues twining together, their lips savoring each other upon the glowing handsome perfection of Barbacchi's perfect penis. 

"Suck him Cassie, suck him really hard, baby," Margo whispered passionately and Cassie needed no more urging to give him everything she had ever learned in all those wondrous times with those other erections in her mouth. 

Leo's groans of delight now filled her ears with the same satisfactions his penis was offering to her mouth, and she began to pummel his prick with her delicate eager hands, working wildly up and down his shaft and pumping for that explosion that she craved in her cunt even at the loss of her job with the agency. 

But she felt it then, those first surges of his orgasm thundering up his organ and spewing a huge gob of cum into her mouth, and then another one so fast she couldn't swallow but only let it drool out of her lips and over her chin. There was so much of it, more than she had ever known before, and she had to pull away and catch her breath while his semen splattered on her face. 

Knowing what he craved she didn't hesitate to return to him, to close her mouth over him once more and take those surges of cum into her cheeks and work her tongue over and around that throbbing head with its pulsing opening spewing the last squirts until there were only dribbles left to lick up and swallow. 

Breathless and excited beyond belief she collapsed onto the couch without ever relinquishing her grip on his organ. She held him tightly in her hand still measuring his bulk with her fingers as he slowly ebbed into a state of semi-softness. 

Cassie wiped her hand over her mouth and stared at his organ, even without an erection he was magnificently firm, and she knew she could ride him in that state to her own orgasmic satisfaction again by simply masturbating on his grand sausage. 

Then Margo stroked a gob of Leo's semen from Cassie's cheek and stroked it over Cassie's nipples making her sigh breathlessly when the woman's fingers brushed another glob over her exquisitely sensitive clitoris coating it with his cum. "Did you have a good orgasm on my tongue?" Margo whispered, bending down to suck Cassie's cum covered nipple.

"Oh God Yes!" Cassie gasped, writhing with delight at the touch of the woman's lips on her clit. Margo was touching her so delicately that the sensations were utterly lovely already. Cassie often gave herself multiple orgasms when she masturbated, so she was not surprised when the surges of her arousal started all over again. 

Barbacchi stood above them holding his subsiding erection in his hand. To his satisfaction he saw by the way Cassie was gazing up at him that she was quickly returning to a state of sensual excitement. 

This girl was unusual indeed. Clearly multi-orgasmic she was incredibly beautiful and unusually highly sexed even when judged by his standards. That she was still a vaginal-virgin meant that grand vistas of erotic experiences must open ahead of her. At that moment he made up his mind with certainty to lead her into them. 

Blissfully Cassie lay naked beneath Margo's tongue caressing her clit, her hand savoring the heft of Leo's limp organ, her mind measuring her virgin vagina's receptivity to its bulk when her mouth had restored it to the 'perfect penis'. 

Leo dropped his hand to Cassie's head and gently stroked her hair with his fingers. "I take it from your oral responses upon my cock that you are interested in being my 'artist-in-residence' and all that goes with it." 

Cassie looked up at him with a long lick over the head of his alluring phallus. "I would love to, but there's are problems."

"And what are they may I ask?" Leo's eyes widened with surprise, 

"I know now that Conners set me up with you. When he discovered that I am a vaginal-virgin he sent me your posting for the Artist-In-Residence' and I bit big-time. But the truth is that I love my job at the agency as an art director and I wouldn't give that up for anything right now. Besides I'm sure you have other applicants for the job here at Atherton and they're all cute little cuddle bunnies." 

Leo smiled. "Three of them are and the other one is almost Margo's twin, but not quite."

"I would love to indulge my free time as your 'artist-in-residence' but there's another problem."

"Really?" Leo questioned, "it appears you are the leading candidate at the moment."

"Well truthfully sir, it depends on how fuck-able I really am despite my hot-pants. As I am sure Mister Conners told you he couldn't get his cock into my cunt no matter how bad I wanted it at that moment, neither could Bart and David at the studio, but they were all practically strangers to me. 

When I did the cock-shoot with Scotty I gave him a blow-job to get the pics I wanted. I really like Scotty, he's nice to me and he appreciates my talent but he wanted to fuck me too so I told him that I had to keep my vaginal-virginity because I had promised Conners that I would keep my cherry if he got me the Barbacchi account. So I sucked Scotty into another erection and let him fuck my butt the way I had Bart and David. And then I got so excited that I tried to shove his cock into my cunt. I kept pushing and pumping but it wouldn't go in. 

Actually all those other guys tried to fuck my cunt too but they couldn't get their cocks into me because for some reason my vagina clamped down when they tried to penetrate me. Maybe its because my cunt won't fuck for treats but only for love. I don't know. Time will tell. 

All this time I was giving blow-jobs and butt-fucks to save my vaginal virginity for Mister Right's perfect penis. So if you want me for your 'artist in residence' you may have to be satisfied with my mouth and my butt and not my cunt. Actually your beautiful mistress is the only one who has ever been able to even begin to penetrate my vagina and I had a fantastic orgasm on her finger in the shower," Do you think I would fit in here now?" Cassie finished with a droll smile at Barbacchi.

"The early physical signs are very encouraging. Your interviews with Margo and myself have been most promising. Your responses to her advances have been delicious. It is apparent from our discussion of your sexual history that you have the erotic imagination to weave an enchanting story and illustrate it with your bodily charms most effectively. We have all witnessed your love of masturbation and of oral sex whether it be fellatio or cunnilingus. Obviously you are very anally erotic, and capable of anal orgasm. Your orgasmic response is apparently of the prolonged streaming variety, which we find ideal for our purposes. There remains only one question." Leo lifted his handsome brows. "How will you respond to vaginal intercourse?" Cassie couldn't help but giggle. "And you want to be the first one to find out!"




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"Most definitely!" Leo responded firmly.

"Well I haven't made any secret of my willingness to indulge you in that department. Besides I owe you my maiden-head. Connors was saving me for you. I can see now that letting you take my vaginal-virginity was the condition of getting the Champagne Campaign for the agency, and you can't imagine how close I came to losing my cherry in the last few weeks to the guys at the studio and my partner at work."

"I can assure you my dear that the Champagne Campaign succeeded on its own merits but I shall avail myself of your debt to Connors in any case. Do you think you can keep your maiden-head intact for the next week?"

"Why? Don't you want to fuck me right now?" Cassie cried in amazement. 

Leo came to her, lifted her chin with his hand, and kissed her softly upon the mouth. "My dear, the samples you have given me of your charms have been so utterly delicious and satisfying that I wish to savor their effects while I ponder the utter ecstasy of taking your maiden-head. Such a delicious moment deserves leisure and the pleasure of anticipation. We shall conclude this phase of the interview. My chauffeur will take you back to your apartment now and call for you next Friday evening at seven p.m. Goodnight ladies. The pleasure of your company has been utterly delightful, " and with that Leo Barbacchi left Cassie and Margo together by the fireside in his study. 

With a gasp of exhaustion Cassie flopped back onto the couch.

"Disappointed?" Margo queried turning to Cassie. 

"Well," Cassie shrugged. "I don't see why he couldn't fuck me right now."

"Are you still feeling horny?"

"Well sure! You heard what he said about me. It's true, always has been. I am a nympho! I'm so tight, but I want it to be good for him and me too. He's got such a big cock hasn't he? It felt enormous in my mouth. And now he's going to fuck my cunt too. God that's so sexy," Cassie gasped. It makes me want to come just thinking about it."

"I know, dear," Margo smiled happily as she opened a drawer in Barbacchi's desk, lifted a small package and extended it to Cassie.

"What's this?" Cassie asked.

"The Pill darling. Take one every day starting right now. When Leo fucks you he won't use a condom because he will want to feel every bit of your hot tight little twat on his naked cock."

"Oh I've been on The Pill ever since I started work at the agency. All the girls are fucking all the guys and I wanted to be safe if my boss ever got me cornered and I had to fuck or lose my job. Scotty is really hot after me too and I just about gave in to him before Conner's made me promise not to lose my cherry. And now I have to keep it for Leo. Most of the girls turn tricks for treats like a bonus or a promotion. Some of them are into affairs but most of the guys are married and that's a real bummer. I would have fucked Scotty just for fun if it hadn't been for the Barbacchi account and my boss setting me up to fuck Conners. Well I suppose I'd better get dressed now so the chauffer can take me home," Cassie sighed lifting the dress and panties she had shed during this incredible interview. 

Margo watched the girl transforming herself back into the enchanting little teen and pulling her hair back into the demure pony tale she normally wore. At last Cassie picked up her portfolio and was ready when Margo still utterly nude escorted her to Atherton's impressive portal. Outside they could hear the car's engine humming. 

"What a day this has been!" Cassie sighed up into Margo's beautiful glowing face. 

The woman took Cassie's cheeks tenderly in her hands and they kissed, not briefly but long and passionately. "Kiss my tits darling," Margo murmured drawing Cassie's mouth down to her nipples for a pair of passionate sucks before herding her out the door to the waiting car. 

Outside the chauffer stood holding the car door open for Cassie, and when she turned to wave Margo was standing naked in the open doorway and blowing a kiss to her. Cassie settled back into the soft leather cushions and caught the chauffer studying her in his mirror. She smiled drolly into his gaze contemplating the coming week, and what future might hold for her at Atherton. 

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The Champagne Campaign Ch. 09



The morning dawned the way the night had passed, fitfully. Her slumber had been filled with endless erotic images of tumescent organs in her dreams. All the penises that had filled her mouth in the last weeks filled it once again. Connors, Bart, David, Scotty, and Barbacchi offered themselves in a bouquet of hot, wet, rigid organs spilling their semen over her tongue. She licked and lapped, swallowed and sucked while she lay on her belly and pumped her aching clit over her hand.

When she awoke the urge to pleasure to orgasm was so strong that she had to bring herself off again before she rose and prepared for work. She always did it in the morning anyhow, but this morning her usual orgasm didn't seem to satisfy her. She pressed another little contraceptive pill out of the package and swallowed it, and when she left for work her erotic urge still simmered in her belly. She wondered if she could she ever get through this week to that bliss at Atherton with her maidenhead intact now that her excitement was flourishing so intensely?

Strolling through the aisles at the agency she studied the girls at their desks and the guys lingering over them. Everybody knew who was fucking who and pretending otherwise. Cassie shook her head incredulously, entered her office, slipped out of her jacket, turned to her drawing board and felt her jaw drop with surprise. 

The champagne flute stood squarely in its center, the little paper parasol resting neatly over the roll of paper inside the glass. With moist fingers she lifted the parasol, pulled the paper out and unrolled it. 

Hi Babe,

Been thinking (make that dreaming) about another rain-check. Last time you said we could do the whole Kama-Sutra. I'm ready to start with this.

Scotty

With an exasperated chuckle Cassie stared at the pictured pose from the Kama Sutra of the couple fucking doggy-style, slid into her chair and contemplated her predicament. She had succeeded in saving her vagina during the interlude in her apartment with Scotty by giving him so much oral and anal sex that he couldn't get it up again but he had been pestering her ever since. After her promise to Leo last night there was no way she could give in to Scotty, and right now there was no one she wanted to give her maidenhead to but Leo Barbacchi. 

Gazing over her worktables she hoped for distraction from the unconquerable need roiling in her loins but of all mornings she was now faced with a pile of proofs for the Champagne Campaign. She perused the artwork with something between amusement and despair, hardly able to concentrate on the technical details while faced with these subtle images of her orgy with Bart and David. 

Scanning the bubbles with her loupe she found her own turgid breasts and nipples, her own round shapely buttocks, the shadows of her parted labia, the ridge of her distended clitoris, and of course the impressions of David's erection in her mouth and cuddled between her labia. No matter how carefully she had dissected these images into mere suggestions in the graphics they reformed totally now in her mind, carrying her back to that night of wild eroticism before the camera. 

Cassie crossed her legs under table bringing her thighs so tightly together that they pinched her labia between her buttocks, and then she began to squeeze her legs rhythmically hoping for another orgasm that would at last end this bothersome craving. It didn't take long. Only a few minutes of concentrated contractions with her thighs and the sweet spasms began in her vagina. 

"Hi Babe," Scotty whispered as his hand curved around her neck. "Did you get my message?"

Cassie looked up at him in disbelief. She hadn't heard him enter but the arching of her neck under his hand spoke of her surrender to his touch.

"Yes," she nodded, "I got it, but I can't fuck you right now."

"Why not, Babe?" he pleaded, his other hand sliding under her arm to cup her breast.

"It's just not the right time for me."

"Crap," he groaned sure that he had timed his plea to her period. "When then?"

She glanced up at him, her gaze traveling over the distended hump of his erection under his trousers. Impulsively she cupped her hand under it. "Right now, if a blow-job will cool you off but then you have to leave me alone for the rest of the week."

"Here?" he exclaimed incredulously.

"In the darkroom."

"Okay, Babe," he nodded enthusiastically.

Scooping up an envelope of negatives she led him out of her office. Setting up their casual job chatter they wound their way through the secretarial desks and down the stairs to the photo-lab. There was nothing unusual in his accompanying her into the darkroom, but the moment he pushed the lock shut with one hand he was pulling at his belt with the other. 

"I've missed that sexy sweet mouth of yours babe," He whispered huskily. His trousers dropped and his erection rose to her eager mouth.

"Well get ready to enjoy it because I'm hot for your cock right now," she muttered lowering her mouth to his ruddy lobes swelling eagerly to her lips.

"You girls get horny when you have your period don't you?" he offered happily.

"Mmmmm." Cassie returned, captured his penis and began sucking it into its full tumescence. "I want to eat your cum, Scotty," she gasped, her hand pummeling his penis into her mouth. She could feel that he was already close to coming, only a few more pumps with her hand, and some long deep sucks and she could bring him off.

"Oh, Yeah, Baby," he gasped as the lavish jets of his semen spurted into her throat, and she finished by licking the rest off the head of his throbbing erection. Scotty sighed and zipped up his pants. "You're really hot stuff, Cassie I thought you might be. Too bad you didn't let me know before this."

"If I had we wouldn't ever have put the Champagne Campaign to bed."

"I know. We would have been too busy in bed ourselves.

"

"I'll stay here and make a few prints," she said wiping his semen off her face with a towel.

"Tomorrow, same time, same place?" he urged hopefully.

Cassie smiled and nodded as he let himself out of the room. Sighing she pressed her back against the door and shoved the latch shut again with one hand while the other slipped between her legs. Feeling herself through her slacks and panties was a drag and in a moment she had shoved them down to her ankles. 

Naked from the waist down she leaned back against the door and worked her hand down between her thighs. Her finger slipped between her labia and found the entrance to her vagina again. It seemed more open in this position and it was easier to slip her finger up until she could feel her hymen stretching and she had to stop and settle for stimulating her clit.

But she still craved to be filled. Her free hand slid back over her buttocks, her fingers found the crevice between her cheeks and one settled on the constriction of her pucker. She shoved until it was buried in her depths, and then she tried to work her other finger in beside it.

Carefully, oh so carefully, she was still sensitive there from the stretching Margo's fingers had given her anus. Scotty's semen was all around her, and it was so sexy that she had to start fingering her clit. That was all it took to start her orgasm and when it was finished her second finger was all the way in her pucker beside her first one.

With a sigh she leaned down and reached for her panties but they were gone. Thinking she must have kicked them under the table in her excitement she leaned down and there in the shadows under the table she saw Freddie, the lab assistant. "Oh my God!" she screamed. "What are you doing here?"

"Taking a break, Cassie," the fellow laughed holding her panties to his mouth.

"Under the table?" she exclaimed snatching at her panties.

"I had a late night, and I needed a snooze. I won't tell on you if you won't tell on me," he offered.

"Well at least turn your back while I get dressed," Cassie huffed. Freddie had been around a long time. He was easygoing, affable, and good at his job. "I suppose you saw everything," Cassie groaned reaching for her slacks, but he was too quick for her and he had them in his hands before she could get them.

"No, darn it," he laughed lifting her garments to his face and sniffing. "Mostly I just saw yours and Scott's feet until you started to get it on by yourself. You sure are one sexy beautiful girl, Cassie," he added sliding out from under the table and looking up at her.

"This is so embarrassing, I can't believe it. I certainly don't have any secrets from you now, do I?" she moaned.

"Oh I don't know, Cassie. I expect you have plenty of secrets left. There's one more I'd sure like to have you share with me though. I'd like to know what's its like to have my cock in that beautiful cunt of yours."

"Oh God! Give me a break Freddie," she pleaded desperately. 

"I promise I won't blab it around. I could come just looking at you. You're such a gorgeous girl. I've been watching you for months. Ever since you came to work here," Freddie offered. "You're even more beautiful naked than I had guessed," he muttered pulling his erection from his fly and stroking it up to her belly.

"You've got a thick cock," Cassie observed. If he got really excited and tried to fuck her, he would really stretch her vagina and tear her poor little hymen all to shreds along with her job.

"Long and thin is a long way in but short and thick is a better dick," Freddy grunted pumping himself ever harder and faster into full erection.

Cassie slumped into a chair and grabbed the seat with both hands. He couldn't fuck her while she was sitting down like this. She watched his eyes lingering on her breasts, moving up to her face and then sliding down to her crotch. When his hands came to the buttons on her blouse and began to undo them she didn't let go of the seat. In seconds he'd shoved her blouse off her shoulders and undone the catch holding her bra closed in front. He pushed her cups aside and his free hand flowed over her breasts and began fondling her nipples.

She had to arch her back now it felt so good, lifting her breasts and nipples into his hand and his ogling eyes. His face reddened, and the veins stood out on his forehead when the first drops of pre-come dribbled from the opening in his glans. His eyes dropped to her crotch and he started to move to get between her legs.

"Put your cock between my tits, Freddie, I want to squeeze it with them," she offered eagerly. He needed no urging and in a moment he had straddled her thighs and shoved his erection between her breasts. Cassie captured him and squeezed with her firm little boobs while he rubbed up and down between them. Her nipples contracted with excitement and she stared down at them when his glans pushed up to her face. 

"I'll suck it if you'll just hold it there," she murmured continuing to squeeze him between her breasts. Lowering her mouth to his organ she worked it over passionately. "Have you got a nice load of cum for me, Freddie?" she gasped seizing his dick with her hand and jacking it into her mouth.

For an answer his cock convulsed shooting a liberal wad of cum up over her cheeks. She sat quietly then listening to him groaning through his orgasm and when he was finished her breasts and neck were coated with the hot sticky stuff. "Satisfied?" she smiled when it was over.

"I could never get enough of you, Cassie," he groaned.

"Well I have to get dressed and get out of here," she answered going to the sink to wash Scotty and Freddie's semen from her face and bosom. She saw that Freddie's penis had subsided satisfactorily by the time she was dressed, but he hadn't bothered to put it back in his pants. Even soft it was pretty big.

"Same time, same place tomorrow?" Freddie pleaded opening the door for her.

"I'll think about it," Cassie shrugged and escaped for the moment.

For the rest of the day and that evening she did think about it, not just whether she would be there for Freddie, and Scotty, but what it had been like to experience all the erections in her life, and what it would be like to have them experience her totally. 

Lounging on her couch in her apartment she studied the pictures in the Kama Sutra again, her mind playing over the reality of the sensations of having those organs in her mouth and up her tush, her imagination toying with the experience of having them all in her vagina, her pucker, and her mouth at the same time. 

Cassie sighed with mingled desire and despair at the thought of Leo's bull in her vaginal doe, but the memory of having that much penis to play with roused that old familiar thrill of excitement in tummy again and it took only an instant for her hand to slip beneath the waistband of her slacks and slide beneath her panties. 

'I have to get so I can fuck cocks like that,' she moaned slipping her finger down to her vaginal opening and beginning to work it back and forth. ' I have so much cunt juice,' she muttered, her finger instantly wet and slippery. The couch creaked beneath her. The tempo of sounds from the cushions mounted to the thrusts of her hips upon her fingers. Faster, faster, harder, and then the cry of her orgasm burst from her lips at the thrill of her climax. 

Gasping from her exertions and her orgasm she rolled over on her back. Her vagina throbbed deliciously but it was still bound by the encircling ring of her fragile hymen. She lay on her back fondling herself in the afterglow of her orgasm. 

It felt good to play with her labia even if her clitoris was so sensitive she couldn't touch it right now. Spreading her petals she slid her finger down to the little urethral bump just above her vaginal opening and played with it while her other hand pushed all the way down between her buttocks so she could touch her anus. 

She had been so surprised that she had enjoyed being fucked there by Bart and David and Scotty, and they all had driven her into amazing anal orgasms. What would it be like to have one of those erections in the pictures beside her shoved up into her pucker and another one probing into her vagina she wondered? If two guys did it she would have to lie on her belly so her ass would really be up in the air. 

Or maybe it would be better if she laid on her back on one guy's chest so he could play with tits and shove his cock up into her pucker from behind while she spread her legs over the other guy's shoulders so he could fuck her cunt, and then if there was a third guy she could suck him off while the other two guys fucked butt and cunt. That would make Conners, Bart and David happy. Scotty would just have to wait his turn. 

Cassie rolled over on her belly again and reached back to her anus. It was so sensitive to be stroked like that. She circled and circled the opening until she could feel herself fairly bulging with anticipation, and then she slid her finger in and began to pump it softly in and out.

It felt good but not good enough to come on, not until she pulled the picture in front of her of the girl with that huge cock up her butt. Pumping harder and faster she could almost feel what it would be like if that enormous cock was where her finger was right now. Sliding her other hand beneath her belly she found her clitoris and began to massage it. In seconds her orgasm was rippling within her and she stayed with it until her vagina was climaxing with her anus. 

'God I could do this all night,' she groaned staring at the picture in front of her. 'I wonder if I can get my pucker around a cock as big as Barbacchi's even if I couldn't get it in my cunt? I would love to suck on something that big right now and swallow all that cum too,' she moaned working her fingers over her vulva. The more she fantasized the more she masturbated until an hour later she fell irresistibly into sleep and slept so soundly that she was late for work the next morning.

Between a rush of phone calls and creative conferences it wasn't until late in the afternoon that she had a chance to catch her breath and that's when Scotty made his move. He strolled into her office waving a folder. 

"Freddie wants to know if you want him to make an enlargement of this," he grinned and tossed a picture onto her desk. Cassie gasped taking in the photo of her face with Scotty's erection buried in her mouth.

"Seems Freddie got a piece of our action yesterday."

"Well he got his share after you left," she commented wryly.

"Can't blame him, Cassie. You're one hell of a gorgeous girl and he wants to get in on it again today."

"This is getting out of hand, Scotty."

"C'mon, Cassie. We'll keep it between the three of us."

"You guys want me to blow both of you together? It's too risky," she exclaimed.

.

"Why babe?' We'll all just put in some overtime after everyone is gone. Besides you promised," he wheedled putting his arm around her shoulders and stroking her hair.

"I promised you, not Freddie, and not this week." She pouted when his hand dropped to her breast. 

"Don't you have something that you need to do in the darkroom?" Scotty wheedled his fingers sounding out the shape of her nipple and squeezing it deliciously.

"Well, sure, I always do. I'll think about it, " she groaned under those delicious twinges of excitement flickering in her nipple and warming their way through her breast to her belly and into her loins intensely tingling her clit. 

"If I do both of you guys I want all these shots and the negatives"

"I'll tell him," Scotty grinned happily as Cassie brushed his hand from her breast. That fondle was feeling irresitible already.

"When can we expect you?" Scotty persisted.

"I said I'll think about it, I'm not promising anything," she muttered glancing at her watch and turning to her drawing-board. It was four o'clock and the next two hours seemed like an eternity of indecision. Never she mused had she felt so horny all week in her whole life before. There was not only the spicy tension of this possible adventure but, the overwhelming anticipation of the continuing 'interview' at Atherton. 

Then the thought struck her that being alone with Scotty and Freddie when everyone else was gone was not a good idea at all, not considering how horny she had been feeling all week. But all the fantasy and masturbation, and the fellatio with Scotty and Freddie yesterday seemed only to have increased her appetite for sex rather than satisfied it. 

Saving her cherry for Barbacchi would even more difficult with both Scotty and Freddie all worked up and hot for her to let them fuck her. If she had given in to them earlier in the day it would have been easier to escape their demands if things got out of hand. But alone with them after working hours it would be useless to plead that they might be caught if they wanted a real fucking session.

If it weren't for those damn pictures Freddie had taken of her blow-job with Scotty she would never even consider what they were asking her to do now, but if those shots got round the agency there would be hell to pay with every guy in the place after her. With a sigh of frustration Cassie forced her attention onto her work, and two hours later she entered the darkroom and found them waiting for her. 

"Here's your pics," Freddie offered waving a handful of glossies and negatives at her.

"You're awful taking pictures of us," Cassie exclaimed in mock horror as they studied not only the evidence of her blowjob with Scotty but her session of masturbation afterwards. 

"This time you should get undressed before we start," Scotty suggested while he unzipped his fly "I need to see that gorgeous shape of yours."

"Oh c'mon" she moaned reaching for his belt. "Just let me get to your cocks. I'll get you hard." If she could keep her clothes on maybe she could get through this with her cherry. Freddie had already dropped his trousers and she knelt to take his cock in her hand. He was bigger than Scotty and the thought flashed through her mind that he would probably be a nice fit in her pucker. She pumped him sensuously with her hand, feeling him go even more erect and hotly hard. "Would you like me to suck you. Freddie?"




The Champagne Campaign Ch. 10



The lightheadedness after her sucking sessions with Scotty and Freddie filled Cassie on the way home from the office and remained as she tried to settle down for the evening in her apartment and prepare for the weekend at Atherton. 

Clearly Barbacchi intended to make an event of her deflowering. What would he do, what would he want and expect? Could she come up to his expectations? He was so damn experienced. He and Margo were fucking all the time and Margo was a total sexual sophisticate. No doubt he'd put the other four female candidates through the same kind of interview he'd given her last weekend, fucked them all silly for sure. Had he decided already whom he really wanted for his 

'artist-in-residence' and now he just wanted to take her cherry? The other girls were surely hot tickets or he wouldn't be interested in them at all. 

Clearly Leo must have fucked hundreds of women and he would be comparing her with the best of them. A wave of misgiving overcame her. She was a vaginal virgin, could she compete in that kind of company if he ever got his 'perfect penis' into her vagina? Yet she was sure he had been pleased by what he had sampled of her charms, had been very complimentary in fact. Cassie heaved a sigh of determination, lifted the volume of Kama Sutra from the shelf and dropped it onto the kitchen counter. She would have to make this the best ever for both Barbacchi and his mistress.

Preparing a quick supper she poured over the images in the Kama Sutra as she ate. Here were the positions she had managed with David and Bart, and the memory of that erotic episode returned with a thrill that gave her libido a jump-start. Suddenly her musings were interrupted by her intercom. "Yes" she answered pressing the button. "Special delivery for Cassie Rollins." Moments later she was at the door taking a package and an envelope from the messenger. Opening the envelope she read:

'Greetings My Darling, 

Leo and I are so looking forward to having you with us this weekend for your 'Cum-ing-Out Party'. I know you will want to please him with your whole heart and I am sending you this darling shirtdress for the occasion. Wear your hair loose, no make-up, and nothing under the dress! 

Your Loving Margo...

p.s. Enjoy the toy!' 

With a gasp Cassie shook the contents out of the box studying the plain pale blue shirtdress with a button down front, elbow length sleeves, and an open dress-collar, very demure, girlish, and perfectly suited to the early adolescent sweetness that Leo loved; but it was the big Teddy Bear that had her giggling with amazement at its resemblance to her favorite girlhood toy. 

In a moment she had stripped and slipped into the dress and the transformation to a girlish little sweetie was perfect. Cassie gazed at herself with a droll smile. Obviously Margo wanted to present her to Leo as an early teen and the effect was surprisingly successful regardless of her twenty years. Could she pull it off? Play the role she had been assigned? Did she even want to? Turning the notion over in her mind she suddenly felt a surprising little thrill of anticipation, something quite familiar as she reflected on her past. 

Slipping out of the garment she tucked it neatly away and slid into bed naked with the Teddy Bear sensing an early thrill returning to her consciousness. With a little giggle she contemplated the bear reminding her of all those nightly delights from her early years with its twin. Obediently her fingers found her nipples discovering them already in a state of aroused collapse matching the tumescent bulge of her clit aching for the massage her Teddy could give it as she slipped him between her thighs, his nose massaging her clit into familiar ecstasy. 

Moments later she had summoned her first orgasm and the three that followed simply got better and better until at last she slipped off to sleep in a soft afterglow of early memories and anticipations to dream of what had been and what might be.

*****

Cassie began her day off from work late. The luxury of sleeping in was not something she allowed herself very often, but today was special and it was noon when she rolled out of bed and went into her bath. She felt rested, fresh, and excited too. Today would be spent in preparation for tonight and it passed in a rush that left her in a state of exhilaration as the magic hour of seven approached. At last, her tummy churning with anticipation, her loins tingling with desire, she dressed for the occasion. 

When the limo arrived she was waiting in the simple summery shirt-dress, hugging the Teddy Bear to her bosom and carrying her over-nighter in her hand as the chauffer gave her the once over twice while he held the car door open for her. His eyes dropped to her curvaceous calves and slid down to her slim ankles and the beige thong sandals Margo had sent. She glanced down at her knees. She had nice knees but she let her hand tug the parting of her dress closed over them and turned her face modestly away from the driver as she settled into the familiar luxury of the leather seats. Reaching for the Teddy she positioned it on her lap the movement parting her dress to expose her inner thighs up to the first button. Everything beyond that she left to his imagination. 

With a slow smile of appreciation he lingered taking in the girlish transformation of this delightful passenger and then addressed his driving. Cassie mused on how many other girls like herself he had taken to Atherton for Leo and Margo's satisfaction. Plenty she guessed, but if his reaction was any indication she measured up well against her competition. 

With a sigh she closed her eyes, laid her head back and let her imagination wipe out the time it took to get Atherton. She kept her eyes shut even after they turned off the esplanade and into the drive, opening them at last when they emerged from the shadows of the trees and into the summer evening light that illuminated the mansion. 

There beyond those walls, behind those windows, lay a life that she could hardly believe she was so eager to experience. But her heart was beating with pulses of excitement when the limo pulled up in front of the entrance and her handsome chauffer opened the door for her. She glanced up into his face and read his understanding of this moment for her. He touched his cap in a polite salute, ushered her to the door with her bag and bear, touched the bell and left her. 

Cassie waited wondering if she would encounter him again in rather different circumstances when the door swung back to reveal a fresh young lovely face framed in dark tresses flowing down to a shirt-dress identical to the one she was wearing. 

'Hi Sis, Welcome home! Oh I'm so glad you brought Teddy I missed him so much!" the girl enthused lifting her arms to Cassie for an embrace. Stunned Cassie stared at her lovely twin, this brunette version of her blonde self, pulling her into a quick hug and drawing her into the atrium. "Master and Mistress are waiting for us in the library," the girl finished with a soft kiss on Cassie's cheek. 

Collecting her senses Cassie studied her competition. The girl was about her own age, eighteen at least, but the curves of her body under the shirtdress were subtly and sumptuously like her own. No doubt she was one of the other candidates for 'artist-in-residence' and the choice had come down to this little beauty and her self. As for 'her Master and his Mistress' no doubt they were lusting for the both of them.

And was the fantasy of sisterly incest with this girl the role she had been assigned? The girl's hand found hers, her brows over her lustrous brown eyes lifting questioningly, a soft knowing smile on her luscious lips as Cassie felt herself being drawn to the dark glistening panels of the library door. 

Could she meet the challenges of whatever Leo had in mind for them? Would her virgin vagina submit to his demanding dick? The thought of this girl licking her clit was astounding but weirdly attractive when she considered how it would please Leo. But could she make love with this girl she had never even met before? Clearly her comptetion leading the way was already well into the game and for sure pleasing Barbacchi was what it would take to become his 'artist-in-residence'.

With a little laugh 'Sis' slipped the door open. "Look whose here," she announced, and they entered the room where Leo's handsome face and form stood beside the fireplace and Margo sat upon the couch beside him. 

"Ah Cassie," Leo enthused extending his hands in greeting as she came to him and he took her into his embrace, his mouth touching hers with a lingering kiss. 

"I trust you had a good week?" he smiled questioningly.

"It had its moments," Cassie smiled cuddling Teddy to her bosom. 

"Moments that left you as you were when you last left us I trust?" he queried intently.

"Oh yes," Cassie sighed, "Thanks to Teddy I am still...." her voice trailed off meaningfully, her glance moving momentarily to the lovely girl who stood beside her, "...and Teddy was very good to me." 

"We missed you so much, my love," Margo offered when Cassie turned to her and the woman drew her face down to hers for another long welcoming caress. "Say hello to Denise," Margo finished with a nod at the girl.

"Hi Sis," Cassie pronounced casually.

"Hi Cassie, I've missed you," Denise returned, her lips finding Cassie's for a sweet kiss. 

Hesitantly Cassie let her lips return Denise's caress, to her surprise a curious emotion of adventure welling up within her and awakening the sensations of those past kisses with Margo that had been such a perfect prelude to their lovemaking in her last visit to Atherton. 

Clearly her lovely 'sister' was to play a part in whatever would take place tonight so now must be the time to sample the depths of their feelings for each other; feelings that were apparently very gratifying to Denise by the sudden ardor of her response to Cassie's lips. The girl had a lovely mouth, her lip-line full, curvaceously shaped, and very inviting. Cassie found it oddly satisfying to explore their shapes with her own lingering lips puckering together, moving upon one another and rousing a host of pleasing sensations.

At last with soft sighs they both reflected on what had just happened. Cassie gazed into Denise's limpid eyes, internalizing the surprising satisfactions she had just experienced from this little orgy of intimate kissing with an utter stranger. 

That Denise was similarly moved Cassie read in her sweet smile and the movement of her tongue invitingly caressing her rosy lips. No doubt Margo had introduced Denise to the same pleasures that she had bestowed upon Cassie and apparently Denise was as willing to pursue this new adventure further as Cassie now felt she was her self. Obviously they were in competition for the 'artist-in-residence' position; perhaps the final candidates and Denise's beauty alone would be a challenge for sure.

"Leo would you fill our glasses please," Margo nodded to the tray holding the bottle of Bubbles Champagne. He set about popping the cork and pouring the drink, the delicious fragrances from Denise's perfumed body and long dark hair merging aromatically with the libation. Cassie found her senses heightened by this exotic blend as she stood beside 'her sister' and he handed them the glasses.

"A toast," Leo announced lifting his glass. "Here's to 'the best of taste' and everything that goes with it," he finished his gaze embracing the girls.

"Can you and your sister drink to that Cassie?" Margo laughed.

"Cheers," Cassie responded lifting her glass and touching Denise's. With a giggle the girl returned the touch, her eyes lifting knowingly. Cassie sipped deeply. This would be some fucking interview and she would have to put out not only for Leo and Margo but for this little beauty beside her too.

Leo studied his charming prospects sizing each other up, their glances savoring the sights of what they knew he wanted from them and he decided to make the first move boldly. "Speaking of taste what tastes the best to you Cassie, cock or cunt?" he smiled wisely. 

"I haven't made up my mind yet," she laughed. "What do you like best Sis?" 

"I can't get enough of either one but I loved the taste of your tongue just now," Denise giggled.

"Then you should sample what your sister has between her legs," Margo put in boldly.

"It must be yummy if its anything like what you've got between yours ma'am," Denise chortled knowingly. 

Happily Leo leaned against the fireplace, sipped his champagne, and studied the scene unfolding before him. His gorgeous mistress sat between the two little beauties standing before her, his eyes and ears hungry for their next moves. 

"Sit beside me girls," Margo urged drawing them down to the couch. Obediently they settled themselves on each side of Margo, the woman's arms lifting to embrace their shoulders and draw them into a cuddle across her bosom. 

Denise lifted her lips to Margo's mouth and kissed her lingeringly with a sly wink at Cassie and Margo returned the caress with a fulsomeness familiar to Cassie. So clearly this little sweetheart was privy to all the pleasures Cassie had enjoyed with Leo's mistress, and how many other delights with the man himself she wondered? 

With a droll smile Cassie captured Margo's breast in her hand, her fingers finding that luscious nipple she had sucked with such passion observing Denise following suit. The girl's fingers tweaked Margo's other nipple with a knowledge born of the same familiarity Cassie had known with the woman and their eyes met with a sudden hunger. 

Margo sighed with satisfaction, craving the future threesomes of lesbian love with these two little beauties that would be hers when Leo had satisfied his own needs. Burying her hands in the girl's tresses she urged their faces to meet over her breasts and Denise slid her long lithe tongue into Cassie's mouth where it was received with such willingness that when Cassie returned the favor Denise was utterly happy to oblige. 

Glancing up Margo saw the long stroke of Leo's hand over the rising bulge under his fly. In due time she and her two darlings would satisfy his need but to begin with she had her own agenda with 'her daughters'. Their mouths still mingled and Cassie's hand had lifted to savoring the shape of Denise's breast as their tongues tangled wetly. 

At last they parted for breath their eyes fixed brightly upon each other, the message of their mutual arousal already awakened. Beneath Cassie's hand the familiar heat of Margo's shapely thigh beckoned and when Cassie curled her fingers into its warmth she felt Denise respond as well, their hands opening the woman's legs to whatever they chose to explore. 

"Make love to me my little darlings," Margo whispered passionately. 

Happily Cassie pressed her mouth to Margo's feeling the satisfactions of their lips merging and tongues entwining. Withdrawing for the moment Cassie studied the eagerness of Denise's mouth coming to Margo's lips and when they parted Cassie's mouth found Denise's for a long deep kiss before they both took turns on Margo's mouth again.

When at last they were all satisfied for the moment Margo's dress had risen to her hips under the girls excited hands baring her beautifully naked thighs to the explorations of their fingers. That she had anticipated such a moment they all saw in the revelation of the woman's fascinating sex free of panties. The sumptuous curves of her breasts and nipples beneath her dress testified that she was braless as well and with knowing giggles the girls took turns flipping the buttons and lifting the dress until Margo reclined naked in their arms. 

With soft giggles the girls applied their fingers to caressing Margo's luxuriant shapes and teasing her nipples into tumescent collapse. Again her hands buried in the girl's soft tresses, this time directing their faces to her breasts and their mouths to nursing her nipples. 

Leo observed the girl's lovely faces cheek to cheek as they sucked, each utterly intent on stimulating his mistress into the heights of arousal that they had both known from her in the past. Their hands now caressed the insides of Margo's thighs inducing her to spread her legs, open her luscious loins to their fingers, and lift her sex invitingly for their lips. Stepping forward Leo's hand joined the girls, his fingers eager to find that luscious crease between Margo's petals and slip between them into the depths of her tight wet vagina. 

Margo's head tilted back with delight, her eyes lifted to Leo in rapture and her pelvis pumped her sex passionately upon his gift. Her hands sought the hems of the girl's dresses lifting them over the delights of their slim curvaceous legs to expose their bare buttocks. 

Leo's hands found the girl's hips persuading them into positions offering him full access to their bottoms. Denise rolled her head away from Cassie, her mouth still embracing Margo's nipple, her eyes wide with knowing amusement that Cassie found utterly charming when Leo's free hand found their bare butts lifted naked to his explorations. 

With a soft laugh he withdrew his fingers from Margo's vagina, his left hand curled into the crease between Denise's buttocks palming her generous sex, his right similarly engaged Cassie's cunt between her luscious cheeks and he massaged both girls into the instant arousal he read in the passion of their mouths meeting again, tongues entwining with a sudden hunger for everything he could give them. 

Under the spell Cassie's head reared back with excitement, her eyes fixed on her lovers. This was incredible; to be so intimately engaged with this girl and to be so enthralled with the experience. Her knees shifted raising her butt ever more into Leo's caressing fingers, his thumb probing at her anus, his forefinger slipping between her petals to settle upon her clitoris. 

That Denise was succumbing to the same sensations Cassie saw in 'her sister's' awed open-mouthed surrender, her naked butt swiveling excitedly under Leo's hand, her gaze capturing Cassie's ever so knowingly. 

"Margo needs your finger's girls," he urged. "Finger her clit Denise. Fuck her cunt Cassie, and keep sucking her tits," he instructed. 

Giggling, Denise's found Margo's clitoris with her finger and massaged it excitedly. Cassie finger replaced Leo's in Margo's tight wet tunnel, both 'sisters' mouths moving to torture the woman's nipples with delight. Eagerly Cassie slipped her slim finger into Margo's depths exploring its embracing walls, feeling for its extent, and finding that firm mound within its entrance settled knowingly upon Margo's G-spot. 

Leo's hands free to work between the girl's buttocks, palmed their bulging vulvas, explored their petals, fingered their clits, and at last slid over the taut little circles of their anal puckers to penetrate their depths. The result was a rising chorus of groans, gasps, and cries of satisfaction from all three of the lovely females that finally surged to a crescendo of orgasms climaxing upon his fingers pumping the girls into simultaneous climaxes with his mistress. 

Breathless laughs, groans, and sighs of satisfaction echoed through Leo's library as Cassie, Denise and Margo collapsed into each other's arms and their lovely faces turned to his. Within his trousers his erection loomed with need as he contemplated those sweet faces and luscious mouths that had given it so much satisfaction in the past. For sure they would trade his bulk between them now, taking turns with their lively lips and tongues until his cum lathered their features and they fed each other with its flavors until it was gone. 

But tonight would be special. Two virgin vaginas awaited his cock. He wanted all his energies devoted to their taut hungry little tunnels when he got around to fucking them. Still their luscious mouths were utterly inviting too and he took pride in his erection's endurance and capacity to satisfy a wide variety of feminine demands without succumbing to orgasm. That Cassie savored the sensation of his cock in her mouth as much as Denise he read in the brightness of their gazes upon his bulging fly and the tantalizingly inviting touches of their tongues to their lips. 




The Champagne Campaign Ch. 11



Monday found Cassie back at the agency catching up on her messages, and day ended well with the echoes of her 'interviews' at Atherton lingering in her mind along with the waning tenderness in her sex. 

"Hi Cassie," a voice hailed her and she looked up to see Lisa waiting by the elevator. "Busy day?" the woman queried with friendly smile.

Lisa was printing production coordinator and all the agency's campaigns passed through her hands. "Yup, looks like we might have lots more work for you soon." Cassie nodded. "I think you'll find this job pretty interesting," she finished with a chuckle.

"Is it the Bubbles Account?" Lisa asked as they stepped into the elevator. 

Cassie nodded catching the sudden gleam of interest lighting the woman's pretty face and they chatted while the elevator carried them down to the front lobby. She saw Lisa every day and had found her friendly and very helpful. When they reached the street Cassie saw that Lisa's husband was waiting in the car by the curb and she vaguely remembered him from the last office Christmas party. He leaned out of the car window and waved at them.

"Would you like a lift home, Cassie?" Lisa volunteered. "We go right by your place." 

"That would be very nice," Cassie smiled. "You remember Cassie don't you, Jeff?" Lisa asked.

"Sure do," the fellow responded warmly holding out his hand. Cassie gave it a quick shake as she settled beside him. In a moment Lisa had dropped into the seat beside her, and Cassie found her own diminutive stature sandwiched snugly between them. 

He was a good-looking fellow of average height with an athletic body that spoke of regular hours in the gym. They were a well-matched couple, his dark tan complementing Lisa's blonde beauty, the pleasant scent of her perfume mingling with Jeff's cologne when the car sped out into the evening traffic. 

Jeff leaned confidentially closer to Cassie. "You've made a real impression on Lisa," he grinned.

"On me?" Lisa grinned back. "What about you?"

"Thanks. I guess?" Cassie questioned, glancing uncertainly from one to the other. A sudden silence descended for a brief moment.

"Should I tell her?" Lisa said, a quick flush lighting her cheeks.

Jeff glanced across at them. "We've been talking about you, Cassie."

"Really? You hardly know me, Jeff."

"Well. Yes and no. We know more about you than you might think."

"Like what?" Cassie queried uneasily, a sudden suspense filling her.

"Well," Lisa interposed, "I know this guy who's a model. And you know him too, and he showed me some pics with you in them. In fact he gave them to me."

Cassie's mouth went dry and she looked sharply at Lisa as she gasped, "David...?" Lisa nodded. "Oh my God!" Cassie moaned.

"Don't worry," Lisa offered comfortingly. "You can have your pictures back."

"When?" Cassie sighed.

"Right now if you want them. We can stop at our place and get them."

"Yes," Cassie said firmly. "I want them."

"Hey girls," Jeff moaned. "You're taking the joy out of my life."

"Just how much joy do my pics add to your life?" Cassie stammered.

"Lots!" he returned emphatically.

Cassie shook her head helplessly. Heavens knows what David had given them. She could barely bring herself to contemplate the possibilities. 

"It was a mistake," Lisa explained. "You see Jeff and I have a little business on the side. I do production work on erotic graphics for the porn market and David wanted me to print handouts of you and him for his portfolio. As soon as I saw your pics I told him that I wouldn't do it, but I didn't return the pics to him. So we've still got them."

"And you've been looking at them," Cassie finished unhappily.

"Yeah," Jeff put in. "You're gorgeous Cassie. You've got a real future in the porn business if you ever need it."

"If those pics ever get out I will need it," she sighed. "Do I have any secrets left?" 

"You can tell us when you see them," Jeff chuckled. "You're secrets are safe with us," Lisa said firmly and patted Cassie's damp hand. "We don't kiss and tell."

"But I'm gonna miss those pics," Jeff muttered unhappily.

"Well you can just fantasize about them," Lisa replied. "I have a short memory."

"No you don't. You talk about Cassie all the time."

"I can imagine," Cassie groaned glancing over at him.

"No you can't," Lisa laughed.

Jeff shrugged. "Well a little bedroom fantasy doesn't hurt anything."

"He even talks about you when we have sex," Lisa exclaimed.

"I'll bet that makes you feel good," Cassie muttered.

"Well, as a matter of fact..." Lisa paused and threw an amused glance at Jeff. "It does make me feel good and we've both wondered what it would be like...?"

"What would 'what' be like?" Cassie intoned breathlessly.

"If we were in those pictures with you! There I've said it," Lisa announced triumphantly throwing another glance at Jeff. "He's been after me to proposition you ever since he saw you at the Christmas party. And after he saw your pics he's been impossible." "Tell you what, Cassie. I can't imagine life without your pictures, but you can have them back if you'll humor us," Jeff offered grandly.

"Humor you?" Cassie stuttered in dismay.

"Yeah. You know. Like a threesome?" Jeff questioned with a sidelong smile at her as he eased the car to a stop before what must be their apartment building. 

"A threesome!" Cassie laughed nervously darting an incredulous glance at Lisa.

"I'm game," the girl answered simply. "Actually, I like the idea."

"What!" Cassie exclaimed. "You guys must be crazy."

"I think you'd love it," Jeff pursued.

"Oh yeah," Cassie exclaimed "like I'm going to jump right into bed with you!"

"Well come on in anyhow and get your pics," Lisa urged opening the door and extending her hand to Cassie. 

The elevator ride up was a silent one. Cassie stood between them feeling her heart tick in nervous beats while stealing a careful look at Jeff. He was presentable enough, good looking in his athletic way, probably a stud really. She hadn't guessed that Lisa was into sex this way, but now that she knew it more or less added up. The woman was certainly beautiful enough to make any man look twice at her, and with that long blonde hair and voluptous body she was no doubt a thrill for her husband or any man. 

But they couldn't be really serious about a threesome. And if she did it would they really let her have all her pictures back? The masturbating nudes were bad enough and she certainly didn't want pics of herself with David and Bart circulating around the office or any other place. 

The lift coasted silently to a stop and the door slid back on a large vestibule. Jeff gestured politely to the door at the far end, they paced silently out, and in a moment they were in the apartment.

"How about a drink?" Jeff smiled and stepped briskly to the sideboard.

"I'll pass," Cassie murmured with a glance at Lisa.

"The usual, Honey," Lisa intoned. "Sit down Cassie, I'll be back in a minute."

Cassie slid onto the sofa, a soft ample heavily cushioned affair and watched Jeff. He poured, stirred, the ice tinkled in the glasses, and when he came to her there were three glasses on the tray. 

"I know you've had a big day, this will cool you out" he said handing her the glass. It was a whiskey sour, and it wasn't light on the booze. She sipped, winced, and lifted her eyebrows, but the libation was welcome after all. 

Lisa swayed back into the room. She'd changed her workaday clothes for a shorty white night gown with a deep collar plunging into her cleavage. She had luscious breasts, stunning legs, and in her hand she held a large envelope. Cassie reached for it but Jeff was quicker.

"Give me one last look at my dream girl," he pleaded opening the envelope, and over Cassie's gasp of protest he let the pictures slide out on the coffee table. Instantly she was overwhelmed by one of her tsunami blushes. "I don't know which one I like best," he groaned spreading the shoot out. 

Cassie stared down at the revelation of David's cock before her mouth, and then the way she had nursed it to distraction, at the splash of his semen over her nose and forehead and then at the way she had tongued Bart's cock before they both had come all over her face again. And that was only the beginning.

Silently, Jeff laid the pictures out one by one while Cassie slumped limply against the back of the couch and nursed her drink. Every pose forced her into another sip as the shocking revelations unfolding before them and her glass was nearly empty when Jeff laid the last picture on the table.

He finished at last with the sixty-nine she had done with David just before Bart put down his camera and took her anally while David continued to nurse her clit. A heavy silence filled the room as the impressions soaked in. 

"You've got such beautiful boobs, dear," Lisa sighed, lifting a shot of Bart teasing Cassie's tits with his fingers. 

"I'm outclassed in this company," Cassie murmured over another swallow of the whisky sour and a meaningful glance at Lisa's luscious bosom. "I wouldn't say that," Jeff put in "Yours and Lisa's boobs look about the same to me."

"Oh come on," Cassie laughed. "You must make love with the lights out." Her laugh sounded silly in her own ears but it didn't seem to matter much. 

"Well I can only judge the size of a girl's tits by feeling them. That guy sure got a nice feel of your boobs didn't he?" Jeff grinned.

"Well lets give Cassie the feel test then," Lisa giggled suddenly reaching for the front of Cassie's blouse. "Oh come on you guys," Cassie protested but she could hardly squirm away from Lisa's hands without spilling her drink and the more she tried to lean back the farther down she slipped in the sofa. It was either total resistance or submission and they were all giggling by then.

"Come on Cassie," Jeff pleaded, "show us those cute boobs of yours."

"Do it Cassie!" Lisa urged. "I mean, what have you got to hide now?" she giggled.

Cassie blinked dizzily and gaped at the pile of pornographic pictures featuring her self. "I guess you've got me there all right," she mumbled.

"Tell you what Cass," Jeff put in, "if you lift your blouse I'll let you have this picture of you sucking David's cock.

"Well how's this?" Cassie mumbled lifting her blouse over her belly."

"That's a good start, Cassie," Lisa laughed, "but I know you can do better. We know you've got really cute tits Cassie so be a sweetie. You see dear, Jeff is a tit man, so if you give him a good look at your boobs he'll let you have your pictures."

"I'm just not in your league, Lisa," Cassie laughed, "My poor little girl boobs won't impress your husband."

"Size isn't everything, Cassie. Jeff loves variety, you've got just what he wants, and right now he wants your little girl tits."

Cassie pondered her predicament. She was feeling the effects of the whisky on her empty tummy and her head was woozy but she had to have those pictures so maybe humoring them a little would let her get the pictures and she could go home. She rose to her knees on the couch and lifted her blouse over her bare belly. 

"Higher..." Jeff muttered. 

So with a sigh she drew the garment up over her breasts its crumpled folds still concealing her naked nipples. "There," she said shyly. "See I told you I'm not in your wife's class."

"You've got sweet titties, Cassie," Lisa observed, "Show Jeff how sexy your nipples are."

"OH, all right!" Cassie giggled drawing her blouse all the way up over her breasts. "See, my tits are so little I don't even have to wear a bra. Now gimme my pictures."

"YUM!" Lisa sighed, "Look at those juicy nipples, Jeff."

"Yeah, only we gotta get that blouse off so we can really see them," he groaned circling around behind the couch and lifting Cassie's blouse up over her arms. Naked to the waist Cassie slumped back down onto the seat.

"All right," Jeff exclaimed, "time for the field test."

"You mean 'feel test', don't you?" Lisa giggled

And then Jeff was cuddling his face next to Cassie's his hands sliding softly around her sides and cupping her breasts. With a gasp she felt the sensations suddenly spreading through her depths especially when his fingers captured her nipples and squeezed them softly.

"Okay Lisa, now you got to feel her tits in your mouth," Jeff urged as he reached down to stroked the inside of Cassie knees and parted her legs so Lisa could kneel between them. 

Crouching Lisa slid up close, her eyes fixed on her husband's hands working gently but oh so deliciously over Cassie's breasts. And then he captured Cassie's nipples between his fingers, tugging them out into tingling offerings for his wife's lips. With a sigh of excitement, Lisa licked her tongue over Cassie's nipple, pausing with gentle sucks before going to the other one.

"Oh God! You guys, what are you doing to me?" Cassie moaned a sudden surge of helpless delight flooding her being. She stared into Lisa's lovely face, feeling her husband's cheek nestling against her own, his hands stretching her boobs to his wife's hungry mouth.

"She's wanted to do this to you for a long time Cassie. Ever since you first came to work at the agency she's been telling me what a gorgeous little babe you are, and when we fuck how much she wants to suck your tits," Jeff whispered over Lisa's happy mouth bestowing one lingering kiss and caress after another upon Cassie's nipples. 

"She said you were a 'tit man'," Cassie gasped. "Are you both tit lovers?" "I guess you know now don't you?" Lisa laughed her mouth closing hungrily over Cassie's nipple.

Impulsively Cassie slid her hand into Lisa's soft blonde hair, "Your sweet, " she sighed savoring the feeling of the woman's lips and tongue working excitedly over her bud before jerking away to her other nipple. Eagerly Lisa sucked it into her mouth, her lips complimenting Jeff's fingers now teasing Cassie's nipples to distraction. 

"Okay! Have I earned my pictures now?" Cassie finished imploringly when Lisa at last drew back and glanced happily up into her face.

"You're doing beautifully, Cassie," Lisa affirmed as she lifted a picture showing David's semen lathering Cassie's face and breasts and displayed it for her. "Do you know what my husband's favorite fantasy is?" she whispered.

"No, what?" Cassie returned starring down at the photo of her cum covered features.

"Me licking his cum off your tits," she answered softly.

Startled Cassie glanced up into Jeff's face and then his hands captured her head, his mouth found hers and he kissed her, his tongue sliding insinuatingly between her lips.

"Suck him, Cassie?" she heard Lisa mutter. 

A sudden shock filled Cassie and then melted as she considered the proposition. They wanted her to give him a blow-job so they could get off on Lisa licking his cum from her tits, and the easiest way out of this whole predicament could be to satisfy them and get out of here. Lisa and Jeff both felt the sudden submission in Cassie's body as she relaxed into their proposition and her mouth closed over his tongue for a long sucking caress. 

It was obvious as well that Cassie was responding to very nicely to the caresses on her breasts and nipples, and as Lisa returned to that delightful exercise she felt a new response in Cassie's shapely little boobs lifting deliciously into her mouth. 

Now that Jeff had captured Cassie's mouth with his own, and she had the girl's tit between her lips, Lisa wanted to give her husband her next offering. Her hand slid down to Cassie's waist, fumbled with the button on her jeans and felt for the zipper. 

Cassie felt the invasion and the way her button and zipper resisted, a resistance that was not mirrored by the sensations spiraling though her body from Jeff's tongue in her mouth and his wife's mouth on her nipples. "You want to take my jeans off?" she gasped. "You said it girl!" Lisa chortled, Jeff's hands joining hers in opening the garment, working it below Cassie's shapely hips, over her butt, and down the lengths of her curvy legs to trap her ankles while their hands slowly savored the feel of her naked legs and curled around the curves of her ass. 

Stripped to her tiny panties just covering her pussy and the crevice between her buttocks Cassie slithered over the cushions, her butt and her cunt now freed to Jeff's busy hands from where he stood behind the couch. 

"What now?" she gasped knowing only too well that the huge bulge under Jeff's fly meant that she had given him the erection husband and wife both sought, and that it would shortly replace his tongue in her mouth.

Catching the intensity of their gaze fixed on her loins, and the way they licked their lips as if they were anticipating sharing a feast upon her puffy pussy Cassie closed her thighs, the modesty of her gesture inducing Lisa to slowly lift her nightgown to the full revelation of her beauties and toss the garment aside. 

The girl had the most incredible breasts ... gorgeous globes capped with such succulent nipples that Cassie felt her mouth watering for the sensation of pulling them in over her tongue and going to work on them with every ounce of passion that was now suddenly surging through her. 

Reading Cassie's enchantment in her face, Lisa cupped her breasts in each hand in an irresistible offering. "You like me, don't you?" she murmured.

"GOD!" was all Cassie could groan.

"She wants you to suck her tits," Jeff smiled.

"I know she does!" Cassie muttered helplessly as Lisa pressed her fragrant bosom up to Cassie's watering mouth and brushed her bulging nipples over Cassie's lips slowly opening to receive these divine blessings. Lisa's hand slipped behind Cassie's head pulling her mouth onto her nipple and Cassie took its shape over her tongue sounding out its firm pulsing contours before sucking it deeply in to nurse wildly upon it. "OH YES!" Lisa cried, "Suck Me! Suck Cassie, I've wanted that darling mouth of yours on my tits for ever."

That's when Cassie felt Jeff's hands slowly stroking its way from her breasts to her belly to find her thighs and spread them. "You have such pretty legs," he sighed, "they're so lovely," he murmured stroking down to her knees and then sliding slowly back up the inside of her thighs all the way to her crotch. 

Cassie gasped when his hand traveled over her sex and paused. "You're lovely here too," he whispered pushing her panty panel aside to expose her pussy to his wife's hungry gaze, his finger settling with knowing precision on the one spot that could wipe out Cassie's last bit of resistance. 

"God your fresh!" Cassie exclaimed despairingly, and she would have caught his hand except she was trapped between them and most hopeless of all his finger had commenced a quick intimate massage of her clitoris. Cassie stared with disbelief into Lisa's smiling face and read the utter delight in her expression while her husband seduced her for their pleasure. "You want another drink, Cassie?" Lisa intoned.

"I've had more than enough already," she groaned feeling more than a little silly while his hand continued to explore her swelling sex, and when she glanced at Lisa the girl was smiling conspiratorially at her husband.

"She's got a juicy cunt!" Lisa intoned wisely.

"It's like yours Lisa, it's made for fantastic fucking." 

Cassie glanced up at Lisa with an incredulous giggle. "What are you doing?" she sputtered helplessly feeling how her pelvis was suddenly lifting into Jeff's maddening massage of her clitoris despite her best efforts at restraint. "God, you guys," Cassie moaned glancing down to the glass top of the coffee table mirroring everything back up at them.

She could see the way her whole pussy was exposed, she couldn't do anything about it, and she could not only feel but see the way he was spreading her puffy pussy lips so that the glistening pink space between them was revealed and his forefinger felt all too good on her clitoris as the sensations radiated up through her solar plexus.




The Champagne Campaign Ch. 12



The next week passed quickly. The August deadline arrived: the Champagne Campaign hit the media, the agency quivered with suspense, and Cassie wondering if she would have a job when the Bubbles Champagne sales-returns came in? 

Thankful that her days were filled with her tasks at the agency she was determined to put the episode with Lisa along with her Atherton "interviews" out of her mind. With that single-mindedness of purpose she possessed she might have suppressed her memories except for Lisa. They saw each other every day as Cassie kept tabs on the progress of her projects going through production. 

Outwardly nothing seemed to have changed in their relationship. Lisa was as friendly and helpful as always. It would have been almost as if that interlude with Jeff had never taken place except for those special moments when Cassie was aware of Lisa's gaze upon her. 

The woman never spoke of that night except with her eyes. At times they held a dreamy speculative cast as if Lisa was mentally back in that incredible orgy, but then it would be the work at hand that would startle her back into the present, and the only hint of what had been on her mind resided in the soft flush of her cheeks and the longing in her eyes when she glanced at Cassie.

Cassie knew well enough what Lisa was thinking about. No matter how hard she tried to suppress them the sensations of those erotic hours with the woman and her husband kept returning to her. The most bothersome was the vividness of her lovemaking with Lisa. When she let her mind drift onto the matter she found herself almost baffled by what she had done, and most astounding of all was the intensity of the pleasure of those slaps on her butt accompanied by Lisa's curses of 'bitch', 'slut', and 'whore'.   

Now every time she looked at Lisa she was so conscious of those long hours they had spent together in that orgy of cunnilingus after they had satisfied Jeff. They had discovered and tongued, and licked and kissed every little zone of pleasure between each others legs that they could find, their mutual caresses spreading over their entire bodies and lifting into long sessions of oral lovemaking on the way to renewed explorations of each others pussies and puckers. 

The more Cassie thought about it the more she was convinced that the fucking session with Jeff was simply Lisa's excuse to explore her own attraction to her self. 

That there was no doubt of Lisa's desires, and of her own yearnings, was confirmed when they met one day in the lunch room, found themselves alone and the woman tossed Cassie a direct glance from her stool at the counter. Lifting her knee, and crossing her leg to reveal her naked sex, she whispered: "Lick my cunt slut."  

Cassie groaned helplessly, a sudden thrill of submission whisking within her, and fled the room. At first she tried to ignore the way she had submitted to Lisa's demands. She had thought she was just humoring Jeff in his desire to watch them going down on each other. It was the same with Leo who had been totally turned on watching her have sex with Margo and Denise. But now she knew that if Lisa ever ordered her to hop into bed again with her and Jeff she would have to do it. 

Never had she guessed that she might be so attracted to other girls until Margo and Denise had shown her what a perfect delight such lovemaking could be. But after her first Atherton weekend there was no hiding the utter thrill she had experienced in Margo's arms and, now that she could face it, this last incredible thrill again of Lisa's busy tongue hungry for every inch of her; the very thought of it made Cassie's s belly tingle with excitement.  Staring up at her own face reflected in the window glass before her she wondered who this new person might be? Perhaps Margo had put her finger on it in the interview when she asked her why she painted women. With a helpless shrug she decided she might learn more in tonight's life class than she had ever expected.

The summer twilight had faded when she reached the Art Institute. Myriad headlights lanced the darkness as the unceasing traffic passed before her. How many of those cars bore girls who were dealing with what she might have to accept? More than what she might have guessed if her own experience was any clue. It was past closing time and the familiar lobby was empty now of visitors when she turned into the corridor that led to the classrooms.  Her weekly life-drawing-class was more than a habit, it was a challenge and an exercise in honing her drawing and interpretive skills, she had always looked at it the way a dancer felt about daily practice, it was an absolute necessity. Now it might even be more than that. She entered the brightly lit familiar room with its little forest of easels surrounding the modeling stand, that altar to the beauty of the human form, and chose a place in the front row.  The room was already bustling with students preparing for the entrance of the model. Eric, the instructor, seemed to have an endless inventory of interesting men and women who modeled in the nude. There were favorites who posed again and again and others who might appear only once or twice. 

Cassie settled back on her stool and waited for tonight's choice. Moments later a young blonde woman wrapped in a voluminous chenille robe wound her way past the students and stepped up onto the stand. Cassie was sure this girl had posed before but not often.

"Okay, let's begin with the usual three minute warm up gesture drawings," Eric began. "Then we'll do some longer poses." 

He nodded at the model and she removed her robe. She was full bodied and statuesque with long lovely curls falling over her shoulders, and she was good at displaying herself while the class settled to the task of catching the gesture and mood of the short poses she offered them. For the next twenty minutes the room echoed with the sounds of charcoals busily scratching over the drawing pads. 

From where she sat Cassie saw the model's loins in the reclining pose she had taken and now she found herself strangely distracted by the display of the girl's sex. She found the next pose even more distracting as the model rolled over on her back and opened her legs. 

As it happened no one else in the class was privy to the display that now confronted Cassie. The girl's large shadowed vulva offered itself to her in all its lubricious detail, accented by her ripe breasts, and surmounted by her lovely face. With a few expert strokes Cassie suggested the whole pose but then she concentrated on what was holding her attention. 

As she worked her eyes flicked from the model to her pad and back again. In one such passage she became aware of where the girl's attention was focused. It was upon her self and she caught the expression in the girl's eyes. Normally the models hardly ever made eye contact with the students, but this was more than that Cassie realized. Or was it just that she herself was so hypersensitive to such things right now. The girl's face was averted from most of the class but her gaze fell directly upon Cassie. She had strikingly intent eyes and her mouth had opened softly.  Cassie became aware that the girl knew she was focused on her sex, but instead of looking away the girl let her expression say, 'you like me there don't you?' For an answer Cassie let her attention focus even more on the girl's loins while she captured those details of her vulva that are usually hardly suggested. She was closer than anyone else in the room to the model and in the unusual rapport that was flowing between them Cassie observed a strange new effect. A tiny bead of moisture appeared between the inner petals of the girl's labia. It flowed slowly down between them swelling in size until it hung like a glistening wet pearl for moments and then dropped.

Watching it fall Cassie saw another replace it. In that instant she realized that the girl was so turned on to her that her juices were flowing, and even more, she knew that her own body was rousing to the offering before her. She felt her breath rise in soft pants that made her open her mouth, and in the sudden need to stretch her arms she recognized her own sexual tension. 

Was she as wet down there as this young beauty? She found her mind wandering, her hand faltering, her eyes returning to the model's eyes and then dropping to her full glorious breasts and the dark circles of her nipples that made her mouth water. The girl's skin was so smooth, her hair so soft....her cunt so....

With a start Cassie pulled herself together. This was impossible!  Resolutely she closed her pad and left her stool. There was no way she could work feeling like this. This was insane, nutty! She needed some distance, some cold night air, some distraction. Moments later she was back out on the broad sidewalk. Her apartment was blocks away and she decided to walk and order her thoughts. But the one question that kept returning over and over was, "Am I a lesbian?"

When she thought about the ease with which Margo had seduced her, and then about the way she had performed with Denise at her deflowering, and now there was this hunger for Lisa she could hardly deny the conclusion. 

Except of course Leo had been there with Margo and Denise just the way Jeff had been there with Lisa. These had been threesomes, turn-ons for the men, and she had been so thoroughly fucked by the guys that she could hardly separate her responses to Margo and Denise and Lisa from her responses to Leo and Jeff. It was all so new, so distracting, so compelling. And the most upsetting thing of all was that compulsion she had felt just now to slide in between that model's inviting thighs and bury her face in that girl's all too delicious twat.

The soft glow of a low blue neon light ahead spelled out the word: BAR . It was a familiar bistro, one that she had been in from time to time with the other art students after class. Perhaps a drink would settle her mind a bit. She descended the steps and pushed at the door. It yielded but as she was about to step through she was confronted by the bartender:

"Sorry but we don't serve minors."

"I'm not asking you to," Cassie returned flipping her card at him.

Ed studied it and the little beauty before him. There was only one customer at the bar and when the guy left he would have this little doll all to himself.

I'm closing early tonight."

"Darn," Cassie grimaced. "Can't I even get a quickie?"

"Quickies are my specialty," Ed laughed and when he closed the door Cassie heard the latch lock it. Glancing at the other customer Cassie settled herself on a stool and suddenly recognized Enrico the proprietor of Bollen's Gallery.

Rico was rather into his cups but only enough to make him even more garrulous than usual, and the instant he recognized Cassie he beamed with pleasure. "Well if it isn't the painter Miss Cassie," he enthused. "Ed you know Cassie don't you?'

The bartender nodded at her from across the counter. "Haven't had the pleasure," he announced. " What can I make for you?"

"Manhattan" she returned slipping onto the barstool and preparing to deal with Rico. From the looks of his shorts and pullover he had been at the gym.

"Working out?" she queried .

"A little squash with the boys," he returned as he moved in on her.

"You know," he announced to Ed, "this young lady is a remarkably good painter."  "Any action yet?" she asked hoping that there might be some buying interest in her painting of "Gwen".

Rico nodded. "Actually I was going to call you. 'Gwen' is gone, sold to a collector who gave us a rather handsome price for the work and I'll send you the check. Sorry to see her go. I was becoming quite fond of 'Gwen'. But I do have another show coming soon and I would love to have your work in it." 

"Well I have a whole apartment full of studies just aching for a show," Cassie exclaimed with delight.

Rico studied her intently. She was such a delicious number but she had always evaded his passes and innuendoes so firmly that he was sure she didn't like boys. In fact her painting had confirmed the notion in his mind that she was a lesbian. As far as he knew she only painted women and her painter's eye saw them with a singularly erotic flavor that surprised him every time he encountered her work. If she was lesbian she was ultra-femme, but she painted women the way men saw them too. Rico was just drunk enough to test his hypothesis.

"Tell me," he queried as he leaned ever closer to her, "you're lesbian aren't you?"

"What?" Cassie spouted defiantly. "No!" she protested, but her face flamed with an instant blush.

"You paint like a lesbian," he muttered.

"I do not," she insisted. "I don't know how lesbian's are supposed to paint in any case."  "You don't like men," he went on.

"What ever gave you that idea?" she pouted.

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"That's none of your business."

"I can tell," he pursued. "I have a surefire test."

Cassie shrugged and took a gulp of her drink. She hardly dared let her mind touch on the question that had driven her into the bar in the first place. Rico was even closer now. She was sitting on the stool with her legs crossed and Rico's bare knee was pressing against her calf. Cassie sat frozen. If she moved away from him, brushed him off like she always had in the past he would have her dead to rights. She glanced up at the bartender. He was gazing at her with a bemused smile, and an unsettling challenge in his dark eyes that irked her. 

"So what's your test?' she braved.

"It's the touch-test," Rico smirked. "I touch and you test."

"What do you touch?" she muttered over another sip of the Manhattan.  "It begins here," Rico returned as the tip of his forefinger came to her bare knee.

Cassie shrugged indifferently, watched the ice tumble in her glass, felt the liquor spill over her tongue and burn in her throat. Inside she was a jumble of emotional indecision. Maybe she should let Rico do his 'test' just to prove to him that he was wrong, on the other hand maybe he was right! Maybe she did like girls more than boys. 

The possibility had never occurred to her before that afternoon with Margo. Could she turn on to this male, to this wacky new adventure, or would that long silent voice speak now with utter clarity? She held her breath as she felt Rico's finger move. It left her knee and moved along the outside of her leg, only now another finger had joined it, and by the time it had traveled under the hem of her dress his whole hand was sliding along the side of her leg. 

The night had been too warm for pantyhose and Rico's hand was working its way up and underneath her leg now caressing the back of her thigh, his sleeve pushing her dress higher and higher until the stool stopped it.

With a gasp Cassie felt him slide beneath her dress and around her hip to her buttocks to find the thong on her panties just covering her crease.  And then incredibly his fingers followed the cloth down into the crease between her cheeks. This was the grope he had been after from the first day she'd brought 'Gwen' to his gallery. 

His face moved against hers and she closed her eyes when his cheek snuggled against her neck and his mouth began searching for that erogenous zone that lay there above her clavicles.

Cassie tipped her head back and waited. Waited for him to find the spot if he could, and waited to see what would happen if he did. He took his time kissing her and while he did she felt the auras of his presence. He had a surprisingly sturdy and athletic frame for such an aesthete, the clean freshly showered scent of his body, the aroma of his cologne, and the flavor of his drink in his breath.  

"Oh,!" she gasped as he connected with his mouth and his hand at the same time. His finger was curling down between her buttocks and he was trying to get her to lift her weight so he could get under her bum and touch her twat. His tongue was licking the side of her neck now and curling up under her ear, and his kiss was so firm and hard that she was sure it would leave a little bruise. She arched her back and the movement lifted her buttocks just enough so that his finger could probe beneath her.  

"There," she moaned, feeling his finger find her sex. "You've tested me enough haven't you?"

"What about it Ed?" Rico mumbled through his caresses.  "I have my own test," the bartender put in. "Turn her around." 

Cassie felt the stool swivel beneath her as Rico turned her to Ed. He leaned across the bar. "This is the taste test. It takes a while," he chuckled, extended his tongue and touched Cassie's mouth. 

She had to laugh but then his tongue slipped between her lips. Only it didn't stop there. He kept touching tongues with her and she let him do it just to prove that she was into sexy kissing with men.

"Okay, can't you tell I like guys?" she protested at last.  And that's when Rico made his next move spreading her legs and lifting one up onto the stool next to her so that her legs were spread to the full exposure of her loins. She was aware too that her skirt was all the way up to her waist now revealing the full length of her bare legs and that both guys were ogling her panty clad crotch. Only her panties were so skimpy and thin they didn't do much to hide the bulges of her puffy pussy. 

Rico's hand came to her foot, captured it and pushed her shoe until it dropped to the floor with a clunk, and then he began to fondle her toes. "You've got gorgeous legs, Cassie," he announced his hand cradling her calf and palming its shape while Ed leaned over the counter for a better view. 

With a gasp she had to grab the seat beneath her with both hands when Rico used her foot to swivel her around so that Ed could stare down between her legs splayed out until her free foot caught on the next stool and she was held there for the fellow's leisurely examination of her panty clad crotch. 

Cassie stared at herself in the ceiling mirror above the bar, at the revelation of her swollen mons and pussy lips barely concealed beneath the gauzy cloth that had molded so seductively to her shapes. 

"She's got a gorgeous pussy," Ed observed grandly from his vantage point. "Gotta see more of that, Rico," he added leaning over the bar.

"You guys!" Cassie protested in disbelief.

"Come on, girlie, show us your cute cunt," Ed insisted.

"You can bet she doesn't hesitate to let her girlfriends see her puss," Rico grumbled, "so they can get their hot little tongues into it."

His words were so on the mark that Cassie gasped with dismay. "Well, if this will make you guys happy...!" she murmured coyly sliding her hand into her crotch and catching her panties in her fingers to draw them aside and reveal her sex. "How's this guys?" she added using her fingers to spread her labia so that her clitoris popped into view. There, that ought to show them that she was into boys!

"Hey Sweetie," Rico enthused, "that's more like it. So how would you like to find out what it's like to have a guy suck that hot little twat of yours?"

"What makes you think I don't already know, mister?" Cassie huffed.

"Come on Cassie, you know you're into girls not guys, and you don't know what you're missing." 

"Oh yeah, and you'd really like to show me wouldn't you?" she laughed dryly. "What are you doing?" she gasped suddenly as the stool swirled her around again to face Rico, and then Rico's hands were between her legs and his fingers were stretching the thin gauzy lace of her panties until they snapped. 

And then Ed's hands were on her breasts and he was turning her face to his for another kiss, his mouth so insistent upon hers that his tongue buried itself within her mouth. 

And then Rico's finger was buried between her labia and he was doing such incredible things to her clitoris that she could only hang on to Ed for dear life, and if this wasn't rape it was the next thing to it when Rico's finger found the tight little opening to her vagina and plunged into her hot wet weeping tunnel.   Cassie squirmed on the stool, but she couldn't get away from Rico's finger, and the more he did it to her the more she had to let him. He was really good on her clitoris right now too. His finger was flicking it into throbbing pulses of pleasure and he wouldn't stop. It felt so good she could feel how her vagina was weeping her juices out for him.  "There," she moaned as the sensations spread up through her solar plexus and tickled her nipples, "I'm so wet already that you must be able to tell that I like boys. So you can both stop now!" 




The Champagne Campaign Ch. 13



Cassie made a resolution over the weekend. 'Just stop thinking about it' she kept telling herself as settled down to work in her familiar office on Monday, stop thinking about this new unfamiliar person who had pushed her way into the forefront of her being. 

The only problem was that passionate persona was always there and the more she tried to forget her the more she insisted on being acknowledged. Even at work the nympho in herself wouldn't be ignored. That moment in life-class when the model's dripping twat teased her tongue so temptingly just wouldn't disappear, it haunted her heavenly.  

She dawdled over her drawing table reflecting on her predicaments. Lisa seemed to sense her preoccupations, and every time they looked at each other there was this sudden jolt of tension between them. Lisa's face would go soft whenever her eyes caught Cassie's and Cassie would feel her own belly tighten with excitement, and her palms dampen, and her breath catch in her throat.

And always there was Scotty and Freddie to rouse those sensations of that crazy fantastic Friday fuck with Rico and Ed raising the anticipations of the next time she would find herself in another threesome with a couple of hunks like Bart and David.   When she was alone in her apartment after her bath she found herself staring at her image in the mirror. Looking at her body the way others had looked at her when she was naked in front of them. She posed for herself, and found a new fascination with her own body. She fondled her breasts, cupping them in her hands, squeezing them and lifting them the way Margo and Denise and Lisa had, the way Leo had, the way Connors had, the way Scotty and Bart and David and Jeff and Rico and Ed, all had. She loved her nipples.

When she settled back in her couch and looked at herself in her mirror she could see what they saw, and feel what they felt when they touched her. She could feel in her own hands the pleasure of touching a woman in that special way, of adoring her in the way she herself had adored touching Margo's and Denise's and Lisa's breasts. And not only could she feel what they felt but she could feel what she felt in herself. 

There was a whole new pleasure and wonder as she spread her legs and stared at her own sex, at the slim bulge of her clitoris pushing its way down between her labia. With her hand-mirror she stared at the dark opening of her vagina and the pale pucker of her anus beneath it, marveling at her capacity to accept the huge cocks that had penetrated them both and had filled her with such pleasure, to say nothing of the utter delight she had experienced when Margo and Lisa and Denise had laved their tongues and fingers into her depths. 

She would look at herself for many long minutes before she began her masturbations, and then even as she fingered herself into orgasm find more pleasures just in the sight of her shadowed vulva and the thought of the known tongues and cocks that had pleasured themselves with her pussy lips and the tight tunnel of her vagina, and the unknown ones to come.  When she readied herself for bed at night she undressed slowly, staring at herself in the mirror as she dropped her bra from her breasts and pulled her panties off over her legs. She luxuriated in the sight of her own nipples and the rich swollen folds of her sex, and she could see and appreciate her own beauty and what her lovers had found so delightful about her body.  

Memories of the way Margo and Denise and Lisa had caressed her charms with their quick tongues and soft mouths washed over her and mingled with the sensations of the men whose rough faces and hard cocks she had known between her thighs. She would spend hours at night recalling the feel of Margo's sensuous tongue, and Leo's hungry mouth, working its way between her labia to the tight tunnel of her vagina and up to the glorious ridge of her clitoris.

She posed so she could look at the way her luscious smooth round buttocks lifted and parted so that the full folds her sex could be glimpsed between her cheeks. This was a view she had not imagined before. She had not realized how inviting a women's sex looked in that aspect. But now she knew how tempting it was. 

It was no wonder that a man would be mad to thrust his cock between those juicy wet folds of hers or that a woman might be wild to bury her face between her cheeks and lick to distraction. And then when she had done all those things and every sense was heightened to fullest she would lie back and touch her vulva. 

She loved to close her eyes, spread her labia with her hand, and cuddle Teddy Bear over her nipples, rubbing him softly back and forth until her paps rose hard and tingling. Then her clit would swell under her fingers into a hard little ridge and she could stroke it until her juices would begin to run so that she could finger fuck herself into the ecstasies of fantasy time.

With a sigh of yearning Cassie returned from her musings to the familiar scene over her drawing board. Beyond the windows of her office the lake heaved under the wind like her musings. Just thinking about masturbating made her want to do it. She knew she was sex-obsessed and repression, her old standby, had failed her. And now self-pleasuring seemed only to heighten her need for fulfillment. 

The more she masturbated the more she craved the real thing. She'd had a rich diet of sex in the past weeks since that first trick with Connors. The memories of the men and women she'd fucked only filled her with craving for more, and now thoughts of another woman filled her fantasies like the foam breaking on the waves before her. 

She glimpsed her in every crowd and caught her gestures in the models in the agency when she wasn't wondering what it would be like to go down on the luscious dripping cunt of that creature who had posed before her in life-class.

She knew she was in a state, a state filled with craving and frustration, a state of confusion and bafflement. Cassie knew that Lisa was available; that all she would have to do is give in to the subtle overtures the woman was always offering her. But then a real affair with a woman at the agency would only lead to more complications than she really wanted to think about now, and besides Jeff would always be part of that equation. 

She wondered if word of her escapades had gotten around, if there was gossip about the shoot with David and Bart? Lisa was discreet enough and Scotty had enough sense to keep his mouth shut too. He groped her whenever he could but that wasn't very often because they were rarely alone, and she didn't give into his requests for fucking because it wouldn't be long before everyone would know and then they would all be after her. 

As for her Atherton weekends no one knew about that. But inwardly she was in perpetual heat and she didn't want it to show. She dressed her hair into a modest pony-tail, wore loose sweaters and slacks under her smock, and even hid her eyes behind sun-glasses. She was 'Marion the Librarian' with a terrific constant case of the hots and that Friday fuck with Rico and Ed had just kindled more heat, only this time she knew she wanted a woman.

Margo was always in the forefront of her thoughts, but like Lisa, Margo came with a man, Leo. Another fuck with both of them would be a delight. But what Cassie wondered would it be like to have a fuck with an unattached young woman who was totally in to girls on girls?

There were the lesbian bars of course. Was she too timid and inexperienced to venture into that scene? Cassie sighed and shrugged her shoulders helplessly as she turned back to her drawing board and submerged her libido in the work before her. 

The light drained away from her windows at last and as the city lights heralded the evening she emerged from her work to face her cravings. It was dark when she left the building and as usual there was a cab idling at the curb. When she dropped into the seat she took a deep breath and muttered, "Anastasia's....it's on."

"I know where it is," the cabby answered. Cassie glanced into the mirror and caught the driver's eyes fixed on hers for a moment before they turned into the traffic. They rode in silence for a few minutes while Cassie absorbed the fact that beneath that cap and leather jacket her driver was a young woman.  

"You go to Stasias often?" the driver threw back at her.

"No," Cassie replied . "This is my first time."

"Meeting friends?" the girl queried.

"I hope so." Cassie laughed rather too abruptly. "Is it nice?"

"It can be very nice...if you meet the right people."

"Are you a regular?" Cassie probed.

"You could say that. You looking for some action?" the girl threw back at her.

"I might be," Cassie offered casually. "Why, do you know where I could get some?"

"What's your fancy, dykes or femme?"

"Beautiful girls...."Cassie murmured.

"Like yourself, huh?" the girl tossed back at her. 

"Like you, Sarah," Cassie replied impetuously after reading the girl's name from her cabby's license on the seat back. A silence descended between them in the rush of the traffic as they studied each other in the mirror.

"I've seen you before. Your name is Cassie, isn't it? " 

"Yes. You have? Where?"

"At the Art Institute, in life-class. I model when I'm not driving this heap and going to school," the girl said glancing back and offering her face to Cassie, her beautiful features stricking Cassie as much as the open glance she threw at her.

"Oh my God," Cassie groaned. "Of course I remember you. You were modeling last Friday night."

"That's right, and you left right after I shed my panties so I asked Eric who you were. Didn't you like what I was showing you?"

"I couldn't concentrate on my drawing."

"Why not?"

"Because I was concentrating on you, on your luscious cunt to tell you the truth."

"I know you were. I could tell. Mostly everyone just glances at my twat, but you were devouring it with your eyes."

"You've got a beautiful pussy, girl, and you were really showing it to me."

"I got so wet I was dripping with you starring at me like that."

"I know," Cassie moaned, "I couldn't help it."

"Well I've been waiting by your building every night since on the chance I could get you for a fare."

"So when do you finish your shift?" Cassie whispered leaning forward over the seat. 

"Your place or mine?" Sarah quipped, pulling her cap off and shaking out her hair.

Minutes later they drew up before Cassie's apartment building and Cassie sizing the girl up as they rode the elevator up to her flat, took in her shapeless jumpsuit, her face free of makeup, and her hair freed from under her floppy hat flowed down over her shoulders in the soft luxuriant sable cascade that had entranced Cassie in the life class.

Sarah's drab costume thoroughly concealed her gorgeous figure, not even hinting at her delicious breasts, her luscious thighs and curvaceous calves, her shapely buttocks, all her charms hidden for her own protection from the gaze of her too inquisitive passengers.

But Cassie knew what bounteous beauty lay within and she hungered for the taste and feel of it as she led the way to her apartment and opened the door for Sarah. The girl stepped in, Cassie followed, and when she turned she was instantly in Sarah's arms. 

Her hands flew to Cassie's sweater, lifting it and tossing it from her shoulders. She buried her face in Cassie's neck smothering her with passionate kisses, her hands wild with Cassie's slacks loosened them and shoved them down over her hips. 

"Oh God!, how I've wanted you," Sarah moaned. "I've been finger-fucking myself all weekend thinking about you, dreaming about going down on your sweet twat. I wanted you the second I saw you, wanted that gorgeous mouth of yours hot on my creaming cunt."

"I know, I know," Cassie cried. "I couldn't stop craving that sweet pussy of yours either. Nothing I did satisfied me. All I could think about was you, the way you looked at me. I could tell you wanted me. I wanted to crawl up there on the stand on go down on your weeping sex and suck and lick you into bliss. Now I'm going to spread that hot twat of yours and drive you crazy with my tongue. Would you like that Sarah? My sweet luscious Sarah?" Cassie exclaimed sliding the zipper down the girl's jump-suit and shoving it off her shoulders.

Seizing her hair Sarah forced a passionate French Kiss into Cassie's mouth. And Cassie took the girl's took tongue eagerly, sucking it over her tongue and nursing it while she stroked her hands luxuriantly over Sarah's buttocks as the girl fondled her hair. Sinking down on the couch Sarah pulled her bra off her breasts and tugged at her panties.

"C'mon Cassie I want you down on my cunt. I want that sweet mouth of yours kissing my pussy lips. This is what you want too isn't it?" Sarah whispered sliding her hand down over her vulva and rubbing over her clitoris.

"Oh God, Yes!" Cassie cried throwing herself into Sarah's arms and covering her mouth with passionate kisses. Stripping Cassie's shirt from her shoulders Sarah returned the caresses, running her wet tongue deliciously up Cassie's neck while she tortured her nipple with her fingers. 

"Yum," Cassie groaned giving herself over to the girl's lovemaking. "Suck my tits," she pleaded and Sarah came to her bosom working her mouth lingeringly and passionately over her breasts kissing, nuzzling under, over, and between them before she settled on Cassie's nipples, moving from one to the other with long delicious tugs and love bites that collapsed Cassie's nipples into hard tight buds of delight. 

With a sigh of satisfaction Cassie pushed her belly into the softness of Sarah's breasts while the girl cradled her buttocks with her arm. Their fingers clasped intimately on her hip as Cassie pushed Sarah's hand back to her cheeks so the girl could feel her ass and slide into the crevice between her buttocks. Wrapping her arm passionately around Sarah's head she held the girl on her bosom stroking her soft hair . "Oh Sarah you're so good at making love to me, I love it!" Cassie moaned.

"Are you ready for my hot weeping cunt now, sweetheart?" Sarah crooned.

"Oh God yes," Cassie moaned letting the girl push her face down between her legs. "I've been wanting to do this to you from the moment I saw you," Cassie murmured laving her tongue in its first soft touch over Sarah's sex. The girl had a delicious taste, her aroma filled Cassie's mouth as she buried her tongue between her labia and began to lap up and down and back and forth, uncovering her clitoris and catching it between her lips. She kissed, and pushed and probed until she had Sarah crying with delight. The girl had her head in her hands and was pushing her from one pleasure spot to the next.

"You've sucked cunt before haven't you Cassie?"

"Yes, but not enough," Cassie gasped between caresses. "Come down on my face so I can give your beautiful twat the loving it deserves," she moaned.

With a groan of pleasure Sarah settled her crotch over Cassie's face feeling the girl's tongue slide wonderfully up between her labia to the entrance of her vagina and then plunge within. "You're so good at tongue fucking Cassie, you must do it a lot."

"When I have a cunt this delicious that's all I want to do," Cassie cried as Sarah stretched out on her back giving her loins to all of Cassie's explorations. Spreading Sarah's labia Cassie found her vagina with her finger and began to play with it. She circled, and probed, and plunged into the tight little opening with her finger-tip while her tongue worked madly over Sarah's clitoris. Curling her fingertip up she found the girl's G-spot and massaged it until Sarah was gasping with the need to climax.  "Keep doing that, Cassie. It feels soooo good I could come any second now."

"Go ahead and come. I'll lick your lovely pussy all night long and make you come as much as you want me to tonight," Cassie gasped returning to her passionate clit sucking and finger-fucking as Sarah collapsed into throes of her first screaming climax.  "Now its my turn to go down on you," Sarah laughed when her orgasm subsided as last and she lifted herself to Cassie's breasts. Seizing a nipple she tugged it passionately and took her time making love to Cassie's sex. She spent long intervals licking and sucking from every position, never tiring of finding new ways to delight Cassie with the skillful ministrations of her tongue, her fingers, and lips.  She probed and parted and sucked and lapped and when she had Cassie begging for an orgasm she turned her over and took her from beneath so she could really get to her clit and give it the attention with her tongue that it needed.

"You really love my pussy, don't you Sarah?" Cassie groaned as the girl continued to hold her on the edge of her climax with just the right amount of stimulation to keep her delirious with excitement while the surges of her orgasm mounted in her vagina.

"Yummmm!" Sarah sighed drawing her tongue in another long lick over Cassie's labia. "I love your juices too, Cassie, you're dripping all over my face but I can't get enough of your sloppy wet cunt to satisfy me."

"When are you going to let me come? I want to come and then go down on you again my sweet sexy lover."

"How do you like to come the best?"

"On my belly," Cassie groaned as she rolled over, and Sarah snuggled her face up between her thighs, her busy tongue finding yet another delicious way, along with her educated fingers, to pleasure Cassie into the throes of her orgasm. The throbs of ecstasy from Sarah's tongue rippled in every stronger cascades over Cassie's body. 

The girl was so good at her pleasuring, and so excited herself in giving satisfaction that Cassie could only lie there and let Sarah indulge herself. She had Cassie moaning and crying shamelessly as the delight mounted through her being. 

Sarah seemed to know just how to milk every throb of Cassie's orgasm into another climax of pleasure. Her surges of ecstasy mounted and crashed one after the other until she thought they would never end, and her climax was still surging when Sarah left her vulva and came to her lips with her mouth. 

They kissed and tongued endlessly and Cassie could taste her own juices in the girl's mouth and on her breath. Her familiar aromas were doubly exciting to sense them in Sarah's mouth.  She marveled at how perfectly their bodies fitted together, at how Sarah's luscious curves melted into her own as if they were made for each other, at the constant passion of Sarah's embraces, at how long Sarah would hold her and at how hungrily she would kiss her mouth, lingering with her hands in her hair as she molded her lips to hers. 

Cassie delighted in the feel of the girl's full breasts against her own, at the touch of her firm pointed nipples, her slim waist and taut belly, the luscious curves of her buttocks and round thighs. Sarah was a cuddle bunny like herself and she felt so simpatico with the girl that she couldn't get enough of her. 

"Roll over," Cassie whispered passionately, "I want to go down on you again." Ever so willingly Sarah rolled upon her belly as Cassie leaned over her back and spread her buttocks. The girl had a large full vulva, her pussy lips swelling invitingly as Cassie pulled her cheeks apart and slid her tongue down into her crease. 

Sarah groaned with delight while Cassie licked her way down through Sarah's crease, kissing and sucking with her mouth, her hand finding the girl's clit and massaging it relentlessly. Eager for more of the feast Cassie worked her face deeper between Sarah's curvy buttocks so she could tongue the girl's vagina before slipping beneath to nurse her clit.

They tongued each other with mutual passion for long intervals, each bringing the other to climax time and again as they changed positions. Cassie found herself on top at last her face buried between Sarah's thighs, while the girl writhed with delight under the unrestrained action of her tongue.  Moaning and crying with excitement they settled at last into another passionate sixty-nine, the mutual tide of their orgasms rising and falling together as they continued the endless stimulations of their clitorises and labial lips.




The Champagne Campaign Ch. 14



"Hi, this is Amy," the girl's voice sounded familiarly in Sarah's cell-phone as she aimed her cab expertly through the evening rush hour traffic.

"I'll be at there at the usual time," Sarah replied. 

"Okay, I'll be waiting." There was a pause and then the girl giggled. "I can't wait for your next story."

"I've got a really fantastic tale for you sweetheart."

"You have! Just give me a hint," Amy pleaded, "so I'll have something to think about it till you get here."

"Think 'really-beautiful-girl'; blonde, about five foot, smart and arty, a little older than you but she's just discovered girls. She's really sweet and she can't get enough of us."

"Okay, I'll be waiting." Amy said softly, clicking off her cell-phone and glancing out the window above her desk at the gathering dusk. The home-room was empty of bustle now, the other girls having left some time ago. She could have left with them and caught an earlier cab but there was no way she would miss a ride with Sarah.

Strolling to her locker, she stashed her books on the shelf and pulled her jacket off the hook. She threw a quick glance down the empty hall before she opened the folder with Sarah's picture in it and stared at the sight of the woman's naked body in that sexy pose. Immediately Amy felt a rush of excitement churning in her stomach. 

The woman had the most gorgeous titties she had ever seen and she had looked at a lot of them. But it wasn't just that, it was something else about Sarah that was so exciting, so compelling that she wanted to reach out and put her hands in that dark cascade of hair that Sarah always offered to her when she got into the cab. It was the way she pulled her cap off and let her locks spill down her shoulders when she began to tell a tale. And now tonight she would have a new story. 

Amy could feel her heart beating and her palms go moist with anticipation as she slipped the picture back into her locker and turned the key. If any of the other girls saw that photo they would guess at what was going through her mind. Truthfully she wished a couple of them did know, like Joyce and Polly. 

Maybe if things went right she would come out to them. Everyone knew that Joyce and Polly were an item and they didn't seem to care. Maybe someday all those dreams and fantasies she kept having would become a reality but she had decided she wouldn't make a move with her girlfriends until she knew for sure what it was that they wanted.

Amy glanced into the mirror and fluffed her hair her thoughts turning to the hint Sarah had given her of tonight's tale about the beautiful blonde girl. She had fibbed to Sarah when she had told her at first that she was just fifteen because she knew she could get away with it with her looks and all, but then she had to admit that she was actually eighteen and ready to graduate and she had never been kissed, at least not the way she wanted to be kissed. It was so frustrating to be that old and to have missed so much. 

There were the boys of course, and they were okay as far as it had gotten with them, which wasn't that far, not yet anyhow. She wondered if maybe all that kissing and light petting she had done with them was just a cover-up for what she really wanted to do, and the more she had been talking with Sarah about it the more excited she had become about the prospect of exploring this constant urge to do 'it' with a girl. Excitement, trepidation, anticipation, and shyness filled her as Sarah's cab hove in view and she ran down the steps to greet her.

"Hi Sarah," Amy exclaimed tossing her books into the cab and sliding onto the seat beside Sarah.

"Hi sweetheart," Sarah replied glancing over at the girl and catching her expression of anticipation.

"So tell me about this arty blonde," Amy murmured as they pulled out into the traffic.

"Well I just met her two nights ago. She's an artist and I first saw her in life class. She's so pretty she could model herself if she wanted to. So could you Amy."

"Do you think so?" Amy laughed shyly.

"You're gorgeous, girl."

Amy giggled, "What's it like to be up there in front of all those strangers with no clothes on? Aren't you embarrassed?"

"I love it," Sarah giggled in return. "The guys all pretend they're serious artists, and I guess they are, but that doesn't keep them from getting a hard-on when I pose for them. Actually it's sort of boring after while so I try to make it interesting for everyone."

"Even for the girls in the class?" Amy giggled again.

"That's the biggest challenge of all, sweetheart. Mostly they just ignore my little hints; they think I'm posing just for the men. But there's this one girl, her name is Cassie; she's the beautiful little blonde I teased you with. She's really good at drawing and I could tell she liked me too. So I kind of turned on to her."

"What did you do?"

"I did a reclining pose and I just opened my legs when I was facing her so she could look right up between my thighs. No one else could see what she was seeing and she couldn't stop looking at me. I mean she was really staring at my pussy while she was drawing, and she kept licking her lips. I mean she wasn't even aware of it, I never saw her do that before, but her little pink tongue kept sliding over her lips, and her mouth went all soft and poutie, and her face got all flushed and moist, and she kept glancing up into my eyes. 

I could tell she was really excited, and then I got so turned on myself that my pussy began to ache. I knew my clit was hard without even touching it. I knew her clit was hard too, I could tell by the way she was squirming around in her chair. Her legs, she's got beautiful legs by the way, began to sway and tighten up every now and then. We both got so turned on that I began to drip, I mean my pussy was all wet, I could feel my juices running on my pussy lips."

"Jeez..." Amy murmured. "Didn't you want to touch yourself?"

"My clit was aching for my finger but I didn't dare. It was awful!, Awful good too..." Sarah laughed. "I just wanted to see her twat too, to see if it was wet like mine. I get all wet just thinking about it."

"Are you wet right now?" Amy murmured.

"Soaking," Sarah laughed.

"Me too," Amy groaned.

"All right, let me see, sweetheart," Sarah urged glancing over at the girl. Would the little sweetie comply at last and give in to the seduction she had been waging upon her over the last months of her tales teasing the girl into touching her twat to orgasm in the back seat. 

"What do you want me to do?"

"Just put your feet up on the seat."

"Like this?" Amy obliged. 

"Yes dear, just like that. You've got beautiful legs Honey. Now pull your panties off your puss."

With a gasp and a groan Amy tugged the tiny garment off her slim hips and down her legs until it hung from one ankle. Settling back against the door she spread her legs, lifted her skirt to her knees and the revelation of her shaved sex was everything Sarah craved. 

"Oh yes. You're yummy, Amy. Do you know what I would like to do?"

"Yes!" Amy sighed with a quick giggle. "You want to kiss my puss."

"If I could find a place to park this heap I'd do more than just kiss your cunt, Honey." 

"What else would you do?" Amy murmured as she went to work stimulating her clitoris with one hand while stroking her labia with the other.

"Just picture this Amy. I'm stripped out of my suit and stretched out naked on Cassie's couch making love with her like mad. We've got our faces buried in each other's cunts. She's gorgeous and she's licking my clit like it was the best thing she'd ever had in her mouth, and she's got the most educated tongue I've ever had in my pussy.

"I'm lying on top of her spreading her pussy lips with my fingers while her tongue is licking up between my butt cheeks and when I look up you are kneeling down between her legs right in front of me and you are stripped naked. 

You've got your juicy nipples squeezed in your fingers stretching them to my lips. You slip your hand behind my head and pull my mouth onto your tit and I suck your nipple. My hand leaves Cassie's cunt and slips between your thighs to find your twat. You open your legs, I stick my finger up your vagina and fuck it fantastically while I treat your nipples with my mouth."

"Oh God!" the groan rose from Amy, her one hand tugging her tit, the other hand buried in her hot little twat, two fingers fucking her cunt like magic. 

"My other hand leaves Cassie's cunt and slips behind your head. I pull your face up to mine and we kiss just the way we've both been dreaming about. I pull your tongue in my mouth and suck it just the way you know I'm going to suck your clit. My fingers are all wet with Cassie's cunt juices and when I slip my tongue out of your mouth I shove my fingers in and lather your tongue with her wetness."

A long soft moan caressed Sarah's ears punctuated with the quick little slaps of Amy's swollen pussy lips on her fingers. 

"I slip my arm around your bare butt and hug your cunt up to my mouth and my tongue tickles your twat till you spread your pussy lips for me so I can tongue fuck your cunt."

An excited groan of yearning reverberated in the cab from Amy's gaping mouth, her eyes wide with need, her fingers mad with massage. 

"I lick your pussy, suck your clit, and kiss your twat until your cum squirts on my tongue and I can feel your orgasm in my mouth, and then I push your head down onto Cassie's cunt so you can both come together."

The long cry of Amy's climax concluded the fantasy and when Sarah turned her face to the little beauty the girl was limp with surrender. 

"Listen, Honey," Sarah sighed. "I'm, gonna wreck this heap if we keep on like this. I've got to find a safe place to park if you really want me to go down on you. Do you want me to make love to your cunt sweetheart?"

"Where can we go?" Amy gasped.

"Cassie lives right over there in that apartment building. We can use her place."

"Won't she mind?"

"No sweetheart, she would be delighted to meet you. I told her all about you, how beautiful you are and I know she will want you to model for her?"

"I thought we were going to make love."

"We are sweetheart, and she's going to paint a picture of us doing it."

"Jeez..." Amy sighed, "I've never really been with a girl before."

"That's why you are so perfect. You are so virginal and so sexy at the same time. That's just what Cassie's looking for. She's doing a painting for a very wealthy collector and she's a very good artist in more ways than one. You should see the pictures she does of girls. Her apartment is full of them. They're so gorgeous you could come just looking at them when you're not coming on her tongue."

"Will she want to fuck me too?" Amy gasped.

"You better believe it sweetheart. When she sees you her tongue will ache to touch your twat just like mine does."

"Let me use your cell-phone," Amy muttered and she began to pull her clothes together as Sarah handed the phone to her. "Hi Julie. Tell mom I'm going to study in the library. I won't be home for hours. Sarah will pick me up when I call her." Moments later they were riding the elevator and Amy's heart was doing hard little thumps of excitement in her chest. But Sarah was all smiles and full of happy hugs as she cuddled Amy in her arms and buzzed Cassie's apartment door. Silence greeted her call so she buzzed again and at last the door opened a little on its chain and they heard Cassie say:

"Sorry, I was in the shower." The door swung shut and the chain rattled loose as Cassie opened it for them. "Come in," she giggled and stood wrapped in nothing but a skimpy towel before them. 

"This is, Amy! The girl I told you about." Sarah urged the girl forward into the little hallway. "Pleased to meet you," Amy gasped her cunt tingling from her come in the cab as she took in the fabulously femme beauty before her utterly naked under the skimpy towel. 

"The pleasure is all mine," Cassie answered taking in the girl's lovely face and figure. Lifting her hands to the girl's shoulders she drew her into a quick cuddle. 

Cassie's wet warmth flooded Amy's consciousness as their bodies melted together and Amy glanced up at Sarah, taking in her butch beauty in the leather jacket, the jaunty cap hiding her hair, the tight jeans clinging to the woman's beautiful butt. A delicious sense of anticipation settled in Amy as she savored herself captured between Cassie's lovely femme features and Sarah's butch beauty.

"I've been telling Amy what a perfect model she would make for your painting," Sarah ventured when they entered Cassie's little living room. 

"I should say so!" Cassie exclaimed. "She's beautiful. You're just perfect for my next painting, Amy. Would you like to pose for me?"

"I've never modeled before, so I don't know if I can do it. I mean what you want that is."

"Would you like to try, Amy?"

"Sure," the girl replied. "Except I don't know what girls do when they make love. I mean I know, but I mean I don't know just HOW they do it. What I mean is that I have never done it before!" "The painting I have in mind is a sixty-nine between a little sweetheart like you and a beautiful babe like Sarah. The buyer for this work fancies older women seducing little dolls like yourself for the satisfaction of this guy who gets off fucking both of them. So what I want you to imagine is how you would feel if your mom had a lover and she wanted to please him by letting him fuck both of you. Can you handle that Amy?"

"Jeez, that's pretty wild stuff," the girl murmured.

"I'm going to pose you in a sixty-nine with Sarah, with you lying on top, your face buried between her thighs, and your tongue licking her clit. You're going to spread your legs over her face so she can shove her tongue up into your cunt and suck your clit. And you are going to have to hold this pose while I sketch and paint you licking each other's twats and anything else back there that you want to."

An expression of awe lighted Amy's lovely face as she glanced at Sarah, read the happy anticipation in the woman's gaze fixed on her, and a sudden surge of warmth flooded her loins and tingled in her sex. 

"Well, I guess I've just had a rehearsal in the cab," Amy giggled. 

"You can do a few warm up poses with Sarah while I get my cameras ready." Cassie announced

"Are you going to take pictures of us?"

"Yes I use them for reference when I paint," Cassie smiled, pointed at the camcorders on their tripods beside the sofa-bed, and flicked on the floodlights. 

"Wow," Amy exclaimed. "If anybody sees that movie I'll be dead meat." "Nobody will, except me and the painting will go into a private collection that will never be seen outside a certain circle of connoisseurs."

"Guys who like dirty pictures, huh!" Amy chortled.

"Well, dear we don't usually put it in those terms. This is very high class stuff."

"So what do you want me to do?"

"You can begin by taking off your clothes." "Okay," Amy sighed sliding her skirt down over her hips to the revelation of her naked loins. Lifting her face to Cassie she captured the intent gaze focused on her sex. "I left my panties in the cab," she giggled.

"Lucky Sarah," Cassie laughed as the girl wriggled out of her blouse with all the energy of her youth, a happy smile continuing to light the girl's beautiful features.

"Am I okay?" she asked when she at last she stood naked before them. "I wish my titties were bigger, like Sarah's. She's got beautiful boobs. She gave me a picture of herself that shows her tits. They're gorgeous."

"Your breasts are perfect Amy. They are just what I wanted for my painting. In fact your whole body is ideal."

"Isn't she lovely," Sarah chimed in happily unzipping her jacket to let it fall about her ankles to be followed by her jeans. When she turned to them her full upturned breasts tilted delightfully up to her dark nipples. "There" Sarah grinned at them. "I'm ready."

Cassie gestured at the length of her sofa-bed. "We'll start with Amy on top and you can begin Sarah by kissing her cunt 'hello'. After that let's see what happens," Cassie laughed expectantly. 

Stretching her shapely shape upon the bed Sarah lifted her arms to Amy's waist, guiding the girl into straddling her bosom with her thighs. "You have such a sexy puss my little darling" Sarah crooned gazing up at the girl's cunt. "It's divine and you had such a nice little orgasm on your finger in my cab on the way over here, but now I'm going to show you what its like to come on my tongue" she crooned lifting her fingers to feel into the depths of the girl's engorging pussy lips. 

Instantly Amy's head reared back with excitement, her hips plunging her pussy over Sarah's fingers feeling into the depths of her cunt.

Cassie turned to watch and listen to the wet sloppy sounds as the girl gave herself over to fucking the fingers buried in her twat. "You're not a virgin; how many cocks have you had in your cunt sweetie?" she probed.

"None! Just my toys."

"How many toys do you have?" Sarah probed with her fingers.

"Three! One for my mouth, one for my cunt, and one for my butt," Amy laughed, her pelvis eagerly meeting Sarah's thrusting fingers. "But right now I love your toy the best," she gasped. 

"And you've never been fucked by a guy?" Cassie questioned.

"I've never been with a boy, not all the way at least."

"Well don't wait as long as I did sweetheart," Cassie laughed. "I'm not thinking about boys right now," Amy giggled in return.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Just how good it feels to be finger-fucked like this, and how beautiful you both are," she answered as she lifted her face to Cassie.

Slowly seductively Cassie peeled the towel from her body to reveal her nakedness. Sliding her hands seductively up the backs of her thighs, over the curves of her buttocks and then around her hips she let her fingers find the swollen bulges of her sex to part her pussy lips and offer her pink to Amy's eyes reading a sudden hunger in their fixed stare. 

"Oh that feels so good!," Amy groaned with need as Sarah lifted her tongue to girl's sex above her mouth, her tongue flicking expertly over Amy's clit before plunging hungrily into the depths of her pussy lips. 

"Kiss my cunt hello, darling," Cassie pleaded stepping to the bed and bringing her twat to the girl's face. 

Awed, Amy lifted her face from Sarah' sex to Cassie's cunt. Tentatively her tongue touched her lips, and then her hands left Sarah's legs to seek backs of Cassie's thighs and curled slowly up around Cassie's luscious buttocks drawing the girl's puffy pussy to her tongue for that first touch she had always sought but had been too shy to know.

"We've just met sweetheart" Cassie crooned, "but you're so beautiful that I'm crazy for your tongue on my twat. It is so sexy to fuck with you like this and I want to come on your tongue while Sarah sucks your cunt," Cassie murmured her hand curling around Amy's head to nudge her clit into Amy's lips. 

Suddenly Amy accepted the offer, her lips pouting deliciously over Cassie's clit, sucking it onto her tongue and nursing it with all the energy her tingling twat was receiving from Sarah's mouth and fingers.

"You have such a beautiful little ass Amy, it's just too good to pass up," Cassie murmured lowering her mouth to the luscious twin cheeks of the Amy's butt.

"Oh Jeez, that's sooo good," Amy moaned feeling the sensations of Cassie working her tongue up and down into the crease between her buttocks while Sarah's tongue tickled her clit deliciously.

"Oh it feels wonderful. I don't ever want you girls to stop," she cried lifting her butt even more to Cassie's exploring tongue.

"Are you going to give me a taste of this little sweetheart's twat or are you going to keep her lovely cunt all for yourself?" Cassie pleaded. "What will you give me if I let you have a taste of her?" Sarah bargained.