0 comments/ 4228 views/ 1 favorites Total Woman Academy 02 Redux By: bhuff At mid-afternoon, Ned waited in the front hall for his mystery transport assignment. He scanned the graduation award plaques decorating the walls, venerating the many exceptional women who had succeeded in being the best in their class each year. There was 'Best Total Woman", "Best Fellatrice" and other celebrated categories. He heard clicking heels coming down the long hallway. Mrs. Jones strode towards him, followed by an angel. The angel had mid-back length brown hair, gull wing eyebrows and almond shaped brown eyes. Her full puffy lips were glossed bright red. The fashion magazines called that type 'bee-stung' lips. The rest of her makeup was subtle. She silently announced her presence with a faint flowery perfume. An overnight bag containing the clothes for her scheduled appointment was waiting at the door. Ned knew the angel as Brooke. He had delivered her to this junior facility after her sophomore year. That overnight trip was unforgettable and his pulse beat a little stronger at the remembrances. She had been curious about his desires and eager to please. She had bloomed considerably since then. Now Brooke was near the end of her junior year during which she had absorbed oral skills. Ned would spend the next two days getting reacquainted with Brooke. It would be his opportunity to upgrade her 'bee-stung' lips into more aptly titled 'cum-stung' lips. Mrs. Jones gave Brooke some last minute instructions. A few special dresses were packed in the luggage. She should try them on and model them for Ned to get his professional opinion of their appropriateness for her glamourous outing. Her pledge contributor host had been equivocal about the nature of the fund raiser but said Brooke should be prepared to adjust her wardrobe to suit the progressively changing phases of the fund raiser event. Ned checked them into the luxury hotel that would be their base of operations for the next few days. Ned had been too busy these past few days to exercise and wanted a quick work-out in the hotel gym to ease his tense muscles. He directed Brooke change her clothes and join him. After donning his standard gym shorts and teeshirt, Ned watched Brooke squeeze into stretchy tap pants and then drape her braless torso with a very loose tank-top. She always wore heels but carried along a soft pair of running shoes. Ned held Brooke's hand as they strolled to the gym room, his peripheral vision loving the bounce her stride gave to her unfettered boobs. Gentleman guests they passed in the hallways also seemed to like it. At the hotel gym, Brooke changed into her running shoes. She was stealthy, facing the treadmill Ned was on, and leaning forward in Ned's plain view to remove her heels and don the sneakers. Her loose shirt hung open and Ned could see all the way down between her dangling boobs to her shorts elastic waist band. She stood and selected a stepper facing Ned's treadmill. Brooke had exercised a full routine this morning unknowingly under Ned's daydreaming gaze. For her, this time was not about the rigors of the exercise but her display while doing it. She set a slow pace and her body's bobbing during the routine set her unfettered breasts shaking beneath her billowy tee shirt. Ned could hardly walk on the treadmill as his swollen organ strained his jockstrap. He made her stop and pick another machine. The exer-cycle proved she was equally bouncy when she bent forward holding the handle bars. Ned was again mesmerized as he stared down the tee's drooping collar. He watched the non-stop display of dancing cleavage, intermingled with the occasional nipple flash. Another hotel guest entered and perceiving the situation. He shrewdly picked the machine beside Ned's so he could enjoy the show as well. Ned decided a half hour was enough exercise for this evening. He shielded Brooke from the other exerciser's view as she changed into her heels. Ned pulled Brooke back to their room. She doffed her gym outfit. Ned's cock twitched at the sight and he felt his temperature rise like it had when he first saw her in the Academy hallway lobby. Brooke's exercises were working. Her stomach was flat and firm, a feminine version of a six-pack. Her hips were perceptibly narrower than they were last year. The butt muscles were tighter and higher. Her breasts had filled out more and the increased contrast with her narrowed waist and hips gave her an even more pronounced hourglass shape. Ned stepped out of his clothes and stood with his back to the bed directly in front of Brooke. Feeling a bit frisky, Brooke stepped forward, pressed her palms to Ned's chest and pushed. He sat down on the edge of the bed. Brooke knelt between his thighs and looked up through her exercise tasseled hair. Her tongue moistened the 'bee-stung' lips. She cocked one gull wing eyebrow. "Want to find out how much I learned in junior year?" Ned nodded, too choked for words. Brooke protruded her tongue tip and touched it to Ned's cock which was already standing at attention. She licked Ned's cock repeatedly from balls to tip and back again. She kissed the tip and then moved her lips over the crown. She paused and sucked it in deep. She slowly backed off and her tongue fluttered on the tip. Her stiffened tongue tried to pierce the end slit. Her hands palmed his scrotum, smoothed along his inner thighs and pressed the skin behind his balls. Brooke used every oral activity she had been taught, then recycled and repeated them over and over again. But she never settled into one rhythm long enough to lift Ned's ardor to the release he desired. Ned would feel the heat rising then lose it when Brooke shifted to another focus. The effect was more irritating than stimulating. This was not acceptable. He finally had had enough of the chaotic silliness. He needed to feed her his cock and show her the right way to suck it. Ned grabbed handfuls of her hair and gripped them like handles. He slowed her movements to a moderate pace of long deep strokes. He held her still at half-mast so she would pay attention to his instructions. "Suck real hard... harder, please... I said HARDER!" Brooke's cheeks hollowed as she complied. "Okay, now slooowwwly... up... down... hold the suction while you do that... again... 'atta girl... keep that up for a while..." Brooke worked as he directed. "Now swallow me... deeper, please... press your nose against me... okay, that's nice!" Brooke held her breath as his knob blocked her breath. Ned didn't care to test her lungs. He pushed her hand-hair gripped head away enough to back his knob from her tonsils. With his shaft half embedded, he instructed her to paint the area beneath his crown with the rolled back underside of her tongue. Brooke complied readily and Ned began to feel the improved effects of her revised oral attentions. Ned felt his toe start to tingle. He cramped his toes hard to control the buildup. "Okay, girl, deep again and this time, hum... yeah, that's it... oohhh, yeah, that's a good vibration..." Brooke pressed her nose hard against his tummy. Her humming capped it and Ned let loose. He felt his spunk rocket up and out into Brooke's mouth. He let her lift half back but not release him, letting the goo pool on her tongue. He released his tight grip on her hair and fell back on the bed. Brooke feared he would fall out of her mouth. She sucked hard and hugged his ass cheeks to keep her pinioned face pressed against his groin. Her breasts pressed to his thighs. Ned glided down from his high. As he eased into a more stable heartbeat, he petted and lightly fluffed her hair. He told Brooke to swallow and join him on the bed to pamper him through his afterglow. Brooke crawled up beside him, head crooked on his bicep. Her index finger lazily drew circles on his chest as he regained his breath. Lazing in bed, Brooke asked Ned why he had taken control. Ned explained the advantages of performing one or two types of stimulations throughout a single love session and using a few others during the next one. "Don't use your entire repertoire all at once. Pick a few moves and continue them through to the climax of the session. Once or twice, give him a hint at one of your other tricks. Keep your males guessing what they can expect from you next time. If you pique their curiosity, you might get selected again to be of service." "So, did I do okay?" "Yeah, well enough. Keep trying." "So, sir, which do you prefer: mouth or pussy? "It depends on my mood, available time and specific circumstances. A Total Woman is attentive to her potential intimate's carnal cravings. If the man tries to mask his sexual yearnings, she stokes his passion until he reveals his preference." Brooke asked about the difference a man felt between her cunt muscles and her oral muscles. Ned gave her a puzzled look. Brooke explained that she had been practicing clenching her vaginal muscles during sex. The junior facility had dildos with embedded pressure sensors and she had practiced electronic biofeedback with them. But did they accurately mimic the sensitivity of a man's cock? "Can we review my vaginal dexterities again, like last year?" Ned decided they had time for Brooke to discover the answers. But first he needed some rest. "Let me nap for a while and in a few hours, wake me softly." Ned dozed off and when he awoke, Brooke was between his legs, gazing into his face with her mouth holding on to his semi-erection. She lifted a questioning eyebrow. Ned sighed and nodded. She licked and sucked the tip gently, understanding he might still be tired after the last session. But Ned rose to the occasion. He got up from bed and rearranged a bit of furniture. The naked beauty stood next to a stool in front of a mirror. Ned sat down and guided her to straddle his thighs. She sat on Ned's lap facing him, her knees bent and the ever-present strappy heels braced on the floor. He admired her tight butt in the reflection. She put her arms around his shoulders. Ned shook his head. She might get animated and distract him. He would focus totally on Brooke's ministrations to his penile nerve sensors. She hung her arms at her sides and Ned encompassed her docile body in an easy wrist-locked bear-hug. Regrettably, Brooke's marvelous breasts were squished against Ned's chest. Her excitement was kindled by the impending research and he felt her hardened points nudging into his skin. Nothing was ever a perfect situation but this would have to do for now. Ned told Brooke to get on with it. She took a cleansing breath and gave a quick nuzzle to Ned's neck. She pressed her tress shrouded ear to his. His nose was filled with her hair fragrance. Brooke braced her feet and lifted her butt, moving it around until the head of his cock was at the moist entrance of her cunt. She moved lower and smoothly sheathed him deep. She began her cunt contractions while she held her ass still. Ned felt the pressure build and release. Brooke tried to control it so that the pressure rippled up her vagina and created a milking effect. Ned was impressed with her attempts but the method fell short as a solitary stimulation. He knew she was trying very hard to demonstrate her abilities. Brooke was breaking out beads of perspiration on her chest and forehead from the exertions. She hadn't broken a sweat during any of today's earlier gym exercises. Ned adored the feel of Brooke's compressed boobs against his chest but it was distracting. He reluctantly released her. He reached across, hooked a knee and spun her around using his erection as a pivot point. She leaned back in his lap and the mirror reflected his partially embedded cock surrounded by her swollen pussy lips. Ned tilted her torso forward and told her to press it all the way in. Brooke slid down. Now she rested her hands on her legs while Ned reached around and gripped her breasts to give her the tempo. He cupped the masses and pushed up, signaling her to lift her cunt up along his shaft. He let them settle again and she knew to slide down, taking him all the way in. After a few cycles, Ned let her continue the steady pace unassisted. Brooke added clenching motions and Ned felt the difference. "Nice slow moves, my dear... okay, try that one again... ohh, yes, that's almost it... again... a little higher... OHHH, YES, that's the spot... keep working on that area..." Ned's knob strummed her G-spot. He watched Brooke in the mirror. Her hair hung over her face but she could see him watching her through the slits in the cascades. She shimmied her shoulders to set her breasts bounding. The pointed tips spun with eye-catching auras. Her wiggling body added more movement in their groins. Ned warmed to Brooke's inventiveness and curiosity. He hoped Brooke was getting her sexual anatomy questions answered. But more so, he was finding her experiment arousing. Likewise, Brooke was developing a rosy glow to her face, an indication of her growing arousal. He and Brooke panted harder in unison. He finally cried out his orgasmic power; she joined in a light spasm, delighted to feel some physical satisfaction from her aptitude test. After the final shudder, she leaned back and Ned hugged her body against his. Brooke rested against his chest in her soft afterglow, stretching her neck up to cuddle his face with her hand and kiss his cheek in a soft Thank You. As they rested, she asked Ned for his comparison of her vaginal talents. What were the differences he felt versus her oral efforts? Ned gave her the particulars and Brooke gleaned clues to better execution. He described where she had been good at lighting up his penile nerve endings and described the other places on a man's cock she should try to stimulate. She promised to locate them in the future and resolved to combine cunt clenches with her other vaginal techniques from now on. They spent the remaining evening in the room playing freshman level touching games. A seated, naked and blindfolded Ned tried to perceive the stealthily approach of Brooke. If she managed to kiss an erogenous area of Ned's anatomy before he felt her presence, the point was hers. If he called her out before she touched him, the point was his. Nobody ever bothered to keep score; it was just a lot of fun. Unsurprisingly, the pooped-out Ned slept through the night without rousing and fucking his bedmate, Brooke. After brunch, Ned took Brooke to the hotel rooftop pool. He found a shaded area where they could relax without sun over-exposure. Brooke's thong bikini was scandalously small for public swimming, barely covering her pussy and nipples. A few gentleman guests wandered in and found lounges that suited their preferences. Ned noted that after spying out Brooke, the other men adjusted the tilt and direction of their furniture, affording them a better casual view of her prone body. Everyone wore sunglasses, including Brooke with her fashionable 'bug-shields'. Ned and Brooke were not fooled by the secret spying going on all around the pool. A young waiter walked by with a tray of tropical drinks for some patrons across the deck. As he passed Brooke's lounge, he was paying more attention to the location of her cameltoe than he was to the location of his own toes. He tripped and the tray of orange and tomato juice cocktails cascaded over her torso. She bounded up and whipped off the bugshields. "I'm sorry, ma'am, I'm so sorry. Please, let me get you a towel to mop that up." "Shit! I need more than a mop!" she shouted. Brooke wiped the excess liquid of the red and orange splotches away from her expensive designer swimsuit. The boy was desperate to care for his guest but also to avoid a job-ending public scene. Ned tried to intervene and laugh off the incident. Brooke started to scowl at his humor directed towards her public embarrassment but checked her rejoinder towards a coach tutor in keeping with her Academy poise training. "May I have the key please, I need to get this cleaned up and rinsed off." Ned gave her a frisky smile. The other men at the pool had spent all afternoon, tactfully adjusting crotches to accommodate swelling penises. Ned decided to up the ante. "No need, my dear, there's a shower right over there in the corner." Ned pointed at the pool side shower meant for pre- and post-swim rinses. Brooke looked at his mischievous grin and took his meaning, though she was not amused. She didn't know or want to know the other male patrons at the pool. They were not coach trainers or pledge contributors and she was the best of the best, not some stripper or street performer. But Ned was a coach tutor and she was prone to follow his guidance. Brooke walked bare foot to the outdoor rinse. The water was cool but tolerable. She got completely under the spray, her wet hair plastered to her back and shoulders. She spent some time wiping against the fabric stains but they persisted. Peering over her shoulder to check for spying eyes, she saw that everyone was spying in her direction. She had no choice but to give them her back as she removed her bikini top. She rinsed and wrung out the skimpy fabric, getting more but not all of the juices out. In the process, her boobs swung enough to show bulges past her ribcage to the completely enthralled audience. Brooke raised her arms to retie the neck and back straps. It was the final sidewinder peek-a-boo for the men. The job was half done. Still facing away, Brooke removed the string thong. It never was meant to cover her ass cheeks so not much more was exposed there. The pussy patch was even smaller than the top and she rinsed it as best she could. She re-donned the thong. Brooke swept her wet hair behind her shoulders, closed the water tap and turned to face the men, all now seated upright and staring opening at her. As she walked to her lounge, one man started clapping, and then others joined him until everyone was showing their appreciation for the sexy break in their languid afternoon. Ned could see that Brooke was covering her embarrassment with poise control. He relented and led her by the hand back to the suite. But first, Ned couldn't resist parading her one more circuit past the other lounges letting each lust lost gentleman get a final gaze. The juxtaposition between his and Brooke's age was out of character for a normal hotel guest. Ned smiled smugly, knowing they believed he was engaged in the old 'uncle-niece' ruse. Ned's pretentious demeanor exposed his disdain for these normal souls. He thought 'Yeah, boys. Eat your hearts out. I fuck this sex kitten anytime I want to.' All the way back to the room, Ned mulled over his silent taunt to the male spectators. Like the others, he had spent all afternoon in Brooke's presence, tactfully adjusting his crotch to accommodate his tumescent prick. Ned enjoyed being idolized for fucking an impassioned sex kitten anytime he wanted. Arriving at the suite, he decided 'anytime' might just as well be now, so he did. --------------------------------------------- After room service dinner consumed while nude, Ned reminded Brooke of the obligatory dress modeling before her departure tomorrow for the event. Brooke unpacked the dresses and hung them in the bathroom. Modesty was unnecessary but Brooke wanted Ned to see her grand entrance just as others would at the fete. Ned found a comfortable chair and waited facing the bathroom door. Brooke's first dress was a red form-hugging floor-length gown formed from panels held together with secret Velcro tabs. When fully fastened, the only skin shown by the long sleeve dress was Brooke's face, feet and hands. Removing some strategic fastener panels gave sidewinder boob flashes and flirty peek-a-boo skin in clever little places. The fully closed dress would do for any high school prom. But with panels let loose, it was risqué chic and suitable for an adults-only party. Total Woman Academy 02 Redux The second dress was medium gray, a strapless cocktail number with slits up the outer legs and built in pushups to billow up lots of her cleavage. It set off Brooke best features: her big boobs, her trim waist and toned hips. Ned thought it ought to be the winner. Brooke went into the bathroom to don the final dress and took longer than necessary to simply switch costumes. Ned's growing impatience was interrupted by his cellphone. Mrs. Jones informed Ned that the pledge contributor had finalized his banquet venue at the convention center and confirmed some details of Brooke's social participation. It was a breast cancer awareness fund raiser with a twofold venue and separate guest lists. The first phase of the evening would be a public donor gathering. Brooke's host wanted her attire to remind the donors what they would miss if breast cancer was not defeated. The latter gathering would be even more instructive. Mrs. Jones told Ned to get fully familiar with the black dress and assure it was properly constructed for its purpose. The pledge contributor wanted Brooke to wear it throughout the evening and Ned should ensure that it was 'WOW'-ready. The festivities were scheduled to run late and the pledge contributor had offered to accommodate Brooke at his convention center penthouse suite. He vowed to get her back safe and sound to Ned's hotel by the following noon. Ned hung up just as the bathroom door peeked open. Brooke emerged in the black dress and heels. She really hoped Ned would to let her wear this dress to the ball. She had taken extra time to apply her evening makeup and trappings. She had fixed her hair in a stylish up-do with a few loose tendrils falling against her cheeks. Dark smoky eyelids and bright red lipstick were prominent. She stood with her hands lightly clasped in front. Ned motioned a slow pirouette and then walked to Brooke when she resumed her coy pose. The skirt was made with multiple gossamer layers. It mimicked the texture of a ballet tutu but was much longer. The skirt covered her thighs to just above the knees and it draped close to her legs, rather than being puffy. Above the waist, the dress was backless and the wide satin waist band rode low on her hips. Two billowing triangular panels of the same gossamer loosely covered her front and narrowed to a thin strap that clasped behind her neck. No bra was possible with so much skin exposed and the breasts, though somewhat demurely covered, were not supported by the dress. Brooke strode slowly about the room in her tall heels, practicing the walk she would use to subtly convey her intended message. Brooke's breasts moved seductively beneath the panels. The dress was designed to give the public donors a good idea of what they would miss should breast cancer not be defeated. Brooke returned to stand erect and silent as Ned walked a promenade around her. Ned stood behind Brooke and explored the dress as Mrs. Jones had directed. He fingered the neck clasp and unhooked the Velcro tab. He let go and the panels fell dutifully down Brooke's front. She slowly turned and he smiled. She certainly had studied the dress in the bathroom and understood its intent and mechanics. Brooke had anticipated this decollating move. She wore nipple makeup. The area of the areolae was enlarged by rouge and the nubs highlighted even darker. The overall effect made her breasts appear even grander and more enticing than they already naturally were. Ned guided Brooke by the shoulders to stand before the full length mirror. Even in her heels, Ned was a head taller. He looked past her coiffure. The loose dress panels hung down from her waist and obscured her toned calves. Ned's explorations revealed more Velcro tabs at the satin waist band. He loosed the catches and removed the panels. Brooke stood stoic and elegant. She clasped her hands again together in the coy pose. But now she pressed her biceps lightly against the outsides of her breasts. This pose framed her boobs between chin, arms and waist, offering the rouge tipped globes for tactile inspection. Ned was not immune from their call for attention. Ned stared at her face in the mirror as he rested his chin on her head. He reached around her body and cupped the orbs, providing support like a pushup bra. He lazily circled her nipples with his thumbs. He rolled the nubs with his fingers. He watched Brooke's face in the mirror as her eyes squinted pleasure at his touch. He placed his thumb in her mouth; she wetted it. He used the moisture to glisten her rouge, getting more eye squints. Ned knew the pledge contributor expected Brooke to receive lots of this type of attention during the private donor phase of the event. Explorations complete, Ned released her fun bags and helped Brooke slip off the haute culture dress. They hung it properly for later use. She remained nude and left her makeup on. Ned called her to bed and she crawled into his arms. Ned needed to provide Brooke some final coaching before her overnight stay with the pledge contributor. They spent the remaining night tuning up Brooke's sensual skills. She demonstrated over and over her new knowledge of oral sex. Ned continued her breast play training as he stroked his cock between her luscious tits, reminding her to alternately press tight on the sides of the mounds, then less so. She remembered to kiss his cock head as it became available to her soon to be 'cum-stung' lips. Ned finally pulsed with a yell and pooled his essence in the hollow of her neck. She used her fingers to scoop it to her aptly retitled lips for proper disposal. Awaking around midnight, Brooke felt Ned stir. She spread her legs wide as Ned easily saddled up for vaginal practice. Brooke repeated her new understanding of employing fewer strokes within any one session. A small selection of hip rocks, rolls and rubs combined to unleash Ned's primal fluid a final time that night. Morning arrived far too soon. A playful shower refreshed their bodies and a brunch satisfied their appetites. They headed for the pool to find that the word had spread about the sex kitten and her uncle. A larger crowd of nosy male guests hang around for her arrival on the pool deck. Brooke wore a more modest bikini this time; her favorite was still suffering the remnants of the juice stains. But today, she was not discomfited by errant drinks. Rather her watchful men were discomfited by their swelling groins as they fantasized about the things they wanted to do with her lounging loveliness. By mid-afternoon, Ned and Brooke retired from the pool deck. Ned again paraded her slowly along the far side of the deck, past each lust lost gentleman's gaze, before taking the elevator down to their suite. Brooke needed time to prepare for her evening out. Her hosting pledge contributor was scheduled to pick her up at dusk. Ned had also been discomfited by her sunbathing display. He realized Brooke was leaving him to await her return after a day or more. He was too distant from any of the Total Woman Academy facilities to seek his comforts there. Upon entering the suite, he delayed Brooke's preparations long enough for a nice gentle 'Good Luck' fuck that he hoped would hold him over the duration of her absence. Then he took charge and performed a close supervision of her preparations for the evening event. Ned was very thorough about examining her hair-do, makeup and manicure, her body toner and perfume. The dress had been meticulously tailored to her size and curves. Ned assured the tabs were secure for the opening journey and party. All of this scrutiny was accompanied by touches, grazes and caresses until both Ned and Brooke were tingling with sexual tension. Sundown was nigh and there just wasn't enough time to take care of that properly and re-fix her looks. Ned helped her into her high heels and secured the locking buckles. Brooke would wear her dancer style heels regardless of the setting or activity. Placing a light half cloak to cover her over-exposure in public, Ned escorted his lady to the lobby. ----------------------------------------------------- Sheldon was too engrossed in last minute urgencies to notice the Saturday afternoon cityscape from his panoramic window. His penthouse office defined his position atop his multi-national company. His global niche in precision parts manufacturing kept his mines, factories and corporate bureaucracy humming along very profitably. There had been matters requiring his intervention in the Argentina mines and the Swedish manufacturing centers. And now, after a hectic day of being the boss, he looked forward to leaving the office and attending this evening's fund raising event. It was really his wife's charity function but Krista had been soothingly stubborn that Sheldon take the lead and host the event. She also expected him to corral his ring of trade associates into donating goodly sums toward her favorite cause: breast cancer awareness. She finally sealed the deal by promising to get him a night of delights he would not soon forget. Sheldon gave in, vaguely aware of Krista's secretive ties to a bevy of world class lookers. She was always true to her word and he was sure this would be no exception. Krista knew her man well and catered to his needs. Chief executives like her husband were always stressed by conflicting demands on their time. They needed close and loyal office assistants. Krista knew from experience that her husband and other CEO's like him worked best when they were provided frequent and spontaneous stress relief during the workday. She was obstinate in hiring him the best executive assistants. As a member of the Board for the Total Woman Academy and a summa cum laude graduate in her own right, she used her influence to recruit only select graduating laureates of that fabled institution. With her Poise training and knowledge of a woman's artifices, she had extra insight into the useful benefits of saving the ta-tas. Sheldon signed off on a final document and threw it in his outbox. He was closing up his desk when Connie, his sole assistant for the weekend, dashed into his office. Sheldon had barely noticed how especially lovely the statuesque brunette looked today, still gorgeous even after a hard day of rushing about performing her boss's office tasks. The workday had been full with no special breaks. Sheldon was in a hurry. He was already running behind schedule for his appointment to collect Brooke at her hotel. He gathered his things to depart. "Leaving already?" she whimpered. "Nothing more you need from me?" Sheldon sensed a dark tone in her voice and stayed seated to give Connie his full attention. "Sorry, I'm running a little late; is there something wrong?" Connie leaned across his desk to provide a complete view down her open-collared blouse. Sheldon got his eyes full of her soft massive globes with their succulent strawberry tips. She sulked and spoke purposefully to Sheldon. "You know... this week, you spent several perk up times with the other three executive assistants. I got skipped on both my slated days. When you asked me to work on Saturday, I was thrilled. I thought you were saving up time to give me an extended fucking when things were slower around the office. "So, this morning I spent hours preening and priming myself just for you. I readied my mind and body for all the ways you might want to work out your tensions: in me or on me. Then I worked hard all day, watched the clock grind by, impatient for your summons and dreaming of how you would choose to take me. "Now, the whole day has passed and you've hardly given me a second look. Jeez... what's a girl got to do around here to get her looks noticed... or her pussy ravaged? If you don't like me anymore, can you at least reassigned me to another senior executive?" Connie stepped back from Sheldon's desk and stood tall. She crossed her arms under her tits, elevating attractive bulges under the blouse. Her nipples poked dusky disks against the translucent fabric. Sheldon slowly scanned Connie from neck to knees. Connie was actually one of his favorites. Sheldon was often in a hurry with the other girls; quickies leaning over the desk or blowjobs underneath. But he liked to linger with Connie; he liked to play with her sensitive nipples and that took a bit longer. Sometimes when she kneeled between his legs to provide his blowjob, he would flick away her top and roll the points. She usually peaked from the tit-play before he did and her shudders played out on her tongue, adding to his pleasure. He tried to be evenhanded with the hired help, doling out his carnal attentions in roughly equitable portions. But this week had been awful with the clamor of work and the fund raiser planning. Apparently Connie's fair share had slipped through the cracks. He felt bad at her frustration but, right now, he was running late. Sheldon had to make an executive decision or risk losing Connie's services to his office efficiency. He confidently rounded the desk and took her hand. "Come with me, young lady. Let's see if we can alleviate your angst in a timely manner." Connie clacked along in her heels and pencil skirt behind her quick stepping boss. They crossed over to the penthouse's Executive VP area. All of the offices were locked and empty for the weekend; all except the Head of Media Relations. Light streamed out the open door. He quickly led Connie over and popped his head past the door jamb to find his Head of Media Relations, a buxom blonde bombshell named Suzy. She was standing behind her desk, gathering her purse and suit jacket, ready to leave. "Hey there, Suzy... working late?" "I just finished up and I am headed out. How about you, boss?" "Yeah, I'm tried to leave but something came up. Can you work some overtime tonight on a special project?" "That depends..." Sheldon pulled Connie to the door and pushed her inside. She almost stumbled on her heels from the shove he gave her butt. She recovered her step but not before jostling her boobs under the blouse in full view of Suzy. Sheldon offered both women his apologies. "I have been remiss in my attention to staff welfare this week and Connie missed her turns giving me stress relief. I owe here some restitution but I have to leave quickly for an important appointment elsewhere. I know its last minute but can you help me out of this dilemma?" Suzy recognized Connie as one of Sheldon's executive assistants, entrusted with special duties. The young women had made eye contact several times around the building; each sensing in the other a certain bi-curiosity in the lingering silent exchanges. Suzy walked the few short strides to Connie. She moved to inches from her face. Her arms circled the buxom brunette's waist and the spellbound women ducked and twisted their lips together, testing the other's willfulness and then descended into a long tongue-filled kiss. After some moments, they came up for air, still pressed in a tight three point contact: noses and nipples. Suzy smiled coyly at Connie's consent to her advances. She lipped her whispered question to the pretty lady in her arms. "So... how about it, sweetie? Would you like to get some dinner, hit some clubs and then hit the sack?" Connie's smiling face whispered back. "Yes, ma'am... I would like that very much." Without losing their eye-lock or the warm tit squeezing embrace, they kissed again. Connie slid her covered areolae against Suzy and got her coveted nipple tingles. She half-moaned half-giggled into Suzy's lips. Suzy pulled back enough to murmur her response to her boss's earlier question. "Yeah, okay, boss... I can work some overtime..." The enamored ladies popped a giggle and resumed their deep kissing. Sheldon jogged to the elevator, leaving the spontaneous consociates to exchange their savory greetings and plot the evening's predictable sexy frolics. He phoned his driver to collect Brooke at her hotel and deliver his sincere apologies for his temporary absence. 'Delegation' thought Sheldon, 'the key to being a successful executive is delegation'. ---------------------------------------------------------- Brooke sat on a sofa in the entrance lobby side lounge, the half cloak still draped over her shoulders. Ned sat in a nearby chair, standing sentry over the vulnerable looking young lady. There was no room in the dress or cloak for pockets and she didn't carry a handbag or money or ID. She was solely dependent on the men conducting her affairs: either Ned or her host, Sheldon. A black towncar rolled to a stop at the hotel entrance. The driver came around and spoke briefly to the parking attendants, gesturing towards the lobby. The uniformed car jockeys glanced through the plate glass windows at Brooke and jostled each other in their hurry to be the first one at her side. The quickest boy tipped his cap and crooked his arm. "Your limousine has arrived, ma'am. May I escort you to the door?" Brooke drew in her long lounging legs, planted her heels and glided to a stand. She took the boy's elbow and he walked her to the towncar. Ned followed behind. At the rear door, the chauffeur tipped his cap and offered his boss's apologies for being unable to greet her properly and accompany her to the convention center. "Last minute business emergency" he said. Brooke acknowledged the apology with her smile and a nod. She faced the hotel as she slid the cloak off. The assembled drivers and attendants gawked at the risqué display of maximum woman in the minimum dress. Brooke tried to be demur and ignore the stares. Ned moved forward to take her wrap. Then she slid ass first into the rear compartment and rotated her trim and toned legs inside. The driver closed the door and smiled at the crowd before getting settled behind the wheel and driving off. Ned felt the melancholy of his coming dry spell without Brooke. ----------------------------------------------------- Sheldon met Brooke's car as it stopped in front of the convention center. The power CEO of a major multi-national relegated himself to doorman and helped her alight. The notion was not lost on the assembled paparazzi. The camera flashes were strobe-like as everyone got a keepsake moment. Brooke was undoubtedly the Belle of the Ball. Strolling across the entrance apron on Sheldon's arm, Brooke noted that there were other women in revealing evening gowns but nothing nearly as decadent as hers. She knew her role and used a model's bounce step to remind the crowd that this was a breast cancer awareness fund raiser. Everyone who saw her gait got the message. The public portion of the fund raiser lasted three hours. She was introduced around to politicians and magnates. She shook many hands. Her hands were not the only things that shook. The gentle movements of her generous breasts under the dress top panels helped remind her conversationalists why they were there. The donations exceeded the goal. Closing speeches thanked the public donors as their portion of the evening wound down. While most of the guests departed, a dozen or so, all males, held back. The banquet hall got quieter with the diminishing crowd. Sheldon discretely guided Brooke to another smaller room where the private fund raiser was set up. He led Brooke to a low stage facing the assembled gentlemen. Her arms hung loosely down and her fingers intertwined in that coy pose she had practiced to perfection. One of the men, a natural leader, mounted the stage beside Brooke and addressed the audience. "We are here for the second phase of our fund raiser. It will be an auction. The first item for bid will be the task of removing our lovely participant's dress top. The high bid will establish fair pricing for further acts." The auctioneer indicated a billboard which listed various caresses that were priced as percentages of the winning initial bid. The list included nipple kisses, hugs with the bidder's shirt on, shirt off, cupping one or both breasts from front or behind and so on. The auctioneer launched straight away into the bidding, starting with a moderate figure that quickly climbed to obscene amounts. Total Woman Academy 02 Redux A short elderly gentleman placed that highest bid and was called forward by the auctioneer. He walked around the result of his winning bid as he visually explored her revealing dress. In her heels, Brooke was head and shoulders taller than the kindly looking grandfather figure. She motioned the auctioneer over and whispered a request. When he was standing behind her on the provided stool, Brooke guided his hands to her Velcro neck clasp. He opened the neck strap that Brooke pointed out and dropped the front panels, exposing her breasts to the assembled onlookers. A murmur of awe passed through the spectators. Brooke reached back and guided the elderly gentleman's hands to cup her tits. The geezer's thumbs rubbed her nipples. Brooke eyes squinted with contentment and she purred. Men always gave her that caress; they did it because they liked the thought of rubbing her erogenous zone. Brooke was especially fond of its effect on her unusually sensitive nipples. She moved his hands down her flat stomach, showing him the waist attachments for the dropped breast covers. He plucked them off and animatedly tossed them aside. Brooke liked his showmanship. She was drawn to the warmth and humor of this old man. He reminded her of her grandfather, a magician, who exuded similar panache. She turned her head back and pecked a kiss on the gentleman's cheek in thanks for his exposé. Brooke's pledge contributor host discretely retrieved the discarded dress panels so he could reassemble the dress for their brief walk to his suite after the event. The next three bids claimed sessions hugging Brooke to their fronts without shirts. Kissing on her 'bee stung' lips was not allowed. Next came cupping from behind and seemed to be the most popular. The bidders were gentle with her. Brooke's breasts were squished firmly but gently against bare chests, the man-handling cupping and squeezing was never rough and kissed nipples were not bitten. Brooke actually became aroused with the attention, especially when she got lots of her favorite nipple caresses. When everyone's bid had been fulfilled, the private event evening was over. This phase of the fund raiser had also exceeded its goal. The Academy would be pleased that Brooke's prodigious assets and talents had garnered prodigious results. Brooke's host had pledged to the Academy a contribution equal to the funds collected at the private phase of the fund raiser. Sheldon had promised a little game time for his friends but even without the sideshow, his wealthy chums would have contributed the same amounts. Business concluded, he was anxious to collect on the implied donation of Brooke's post party intimacy in his penthouse suite. The men moseyed into a farewell line stretching towards the exit. Brooke went down the queue, giving and receiving bijou kisses mixed with furtive gropes. Last in line was her little elderly gentleman who had been first to cup her tits onstage. Without the stool, he was much shorter and she leaned over deeply to give him his cheek buzzes. He cupped her dangling breasts and gave them a good squeeze as he wheezed a giggle. Standing up, she hugged his face into her cleavage and left a lipstick smack on his bald palate. Brooke was again drawn to his good humor. She wondered if she could get him a visit to the senior level TWA facility for a pre-graduation Free-Will Weekend. That's when select pledge contributors were invited to take on the roles of guest coach tutors, engaging in educational sexual games and mutually beneficial intimacies with the female students. The old man would probably have to pass a medical exam along with a heart stress test but she knew her classmates would find him simply adorable and super entertaining. She might even be able to call-in chits or trade favors in order to get him his favorite bedmate: redhead, blonde, brunette or likely all three if he was up to it. At the door, Brooke's dress was hastily reassembled for the short journey upstairs. After last fond goodbyes to all, Brooke was hustled by her host to the lobby elevator. In the luxury suite, Brooke stood stoic facing a mirror as Sheldon assumed the sweet burden of removing her top. He accompanied that duty with the irresistible caresses, squeezes and little finger rolls of her nubs. Brooke reciprocated by expertly undressing her host. She used her knowledge of sensual points to heat his ardor throughout the protracted process. Finally nude, he pulled her to the bed and bounced her onto her back on the mattress. He grabbed her coiffured hair, lifted her head and placed an extra pillow beneath it. Her neck was scrunched towards her chest. When he straddled her chest, she helped place his straining erect cock in the warm, spongy trough between her boobs. She pressed the orbs inward with her upper arms, freeing her hands to touch and caress his thighs and hips. Brooke's excited gentleman rammed himself through the fleshy crevasse. She kissed his tip when he pushed it high up the slippery tunnel and paused there in invitation. The quality of her services was validated by the volume of his howl and volume of the glistening pearl necklace he deposited on her neck and chin. Some of the sticky gift hit her aptly named 'cum stung' lips and she licked it off with theatrical panache. After a short refreshing recess, Sheldon sat on the edge of the bed and Brooke kneeled between his legs. Remembering Ned's coaching she employed fewer oral techniques and long deep strokes while painting the space below the crown with her upturned tongue. Before he achieved another climax, she repositioned and smoothly remounted her host backwards. She used a shorter stroke with vaginal clamping and hip rolls. They watched each other in the full length mirror. She employed her practiced shoulder shimmies to jostle her boobs until Sheldon howled again as he ejaculated into her womb. After another short recess, Sheldon completed Brooke's undressing by removing the skirt. Low and behold, she had worn no panties during the entire evening. That little detail probably would have upped the donations. Sheldon saw that the strappy white heels were locked on and was okay with it because he liked to fuck a woman who wore heels in bed. They fucked with Brooke on her back. Finally wearying, Sheldon slept as Brooke surveyed his face, lying against his side. When he stirred, she circled her index finger pad around his nipples, his sternum, downward until she was rubbing his semi-hardening erection. He turned his face to her and they kissed. He head bobbed to her, letting her know he was ready for her to 'mount-up'. Sheldon seemed insatiable but she recognized he was beginning to fatigue. She decided advanced measures were required. When she was astride his pelvis facing him, she rose and took the lead, inserting his erection easily into her cum sloppy cunt. Her host was plenty long and filled her vagina to its full length. She backed off a little and held him inside so that the tip of his cock barely touched her cervix. She employed smooth gentle hip rolls to scrape her flexible cervix flesh across his top slit. She watched his eyes widen at that and his mouth open to a whooshing in-breath. Having found her target, she repeated the light rubbing for a long time. Sheldon was reaching his limits. She resolved to give him all she had and all he could take. Brooke stared into his eyes and reached for his hands. She held them against her rolling breasts and encouraged him to pinch and play with the nipples. He held tight to the nipple nubs but her breasts were in constant rippling motion beneath his grasp. As his breath shortened and deepened, Brooke got ready for the crescendo by changing to long, slow strokes. That seemed to work. As he roared in orgasmic ecstasy, she clamped hard and felt the ejaculations ripple into her cunt. She collapsed forward trapping his hands between her cushy mammary masses and his chest. Her tongue lashed his inner ear and her teeth nipped his earlobe. They lay like that for some time before sleepy Sheldon's cock deflated and slipped out of her flooded cavern. She rolled sideways and resumed her silent vigilance while he slept. Brooke woke before Sheldon and roused him with a slow drawn out blowjob. They were both completely exhausted but still managed a slow mutual hand-job in the soaking bubble bath. He reciprocated her masturbation with a finger fuck of her vagina, finding and stroking her G-spot, awarding to her a soul fulfilling orgasm. Brooke re-donned her break-away dress. On the ride to Ned's hotel, they gently cuddled in the rear seat of the towncar, finally too exhausted to cum again. Her host's hands roamed constantly under the dress, over her breasts and across her ass and legs. She leaned her head on his shoulder and drowsily buzzed his neck. Sheldon was encased in her scent and awed by her charms. Just prior to arriving at the hotel, Sheldon thought of his impending loss of Brooke's exotic and erotic companionship, possibly forever. He plucked up a final reserve of energy and pulled Brooke's mouth to his groin. She thanked him properly for his generous hospitality and public service to breast cancer awareness. The cum-load that pulsed into her mouth was his final gift to her for the stupendous personal service she provided to her community and the generous pledge contributors of the Total Woman Academy. ----------------------------------------------------- The limousine pulled up to the hotel entrance at noon, exactly as promised. Sheldon was too exhausted to move out of her way. She climbed over her host's prone body and exited the limousine. The Sunday morning crowd was thin in the lobby. With no phone, money or ID, she approached the front desk and requested her suite key. The waiter from the sundeck was on weekend duty as receptionist. His leered at her barely covered body. "Suite number?" he asked. Brooke gave him her room number. He scanned the screen with his finger and asked "Are you Ned?" "No, my name is Brooke. Ned is my escort." "Escort? Hmm... our policy is to only give room keys to family of registered guests and there's no 'Brooke' on that room's register." "Well that may be your policy but that's my room and I want to go there now!" "Okay, I think I remember you with that guy from the sundeck. Do you have any ID I can see?" Brooke knew she was without her cloak, purse, money and ID. She was tired and all fucked out. The taste of Sheldon's spunk in her mouth was not unpleasant but reminded her of her vulnerability. In her annoyance, she decided on a bold move. She unfastened her top, grabbed the dweeb's hands and pressed his palms to her exposed breasts. "How about these? Can you ID THESE!?" The boy's eyes went round. Brooke's soft boobs felt even better than they looked. Brooke wasn't up for prolonged play at the moment. She threw his hands back across the desk and re-adjusted her top. The boy grinned sheepishly. "Okay, ma'am, I do seem to remember those from the sundeck. I guess that's enough for a good ID. Here's your key." -------------------------------------------------- Exhausted after three nights of nearly non-stop sex, Brooke fell asleep in bed without undressing. Her slumbers lasted through the rest of the day and that night. Ned found her there still asleep in the dress. Brooke expected to be returned to the junior facility. Instead she learned that, with Ned's recommendation, she had been promoted to Senior and would travel there instead. During the journey, Ned asked her to relate her experiences. Her telling was very thorough, complete with anatomical details of nipple sensations at the fund raiser and cunt sensations, cock textures and the taste of her host's cum thereafter. Ned was more than enthralled by the tale. He appreciated the fact she had accepted and employed his advice. Brooke's willingness to accept coaching gave Brooke better prospects for a bright future. They drove all night, except for one stop. At the remote edge of a rest stop, they climbed in the backseat. Brooke manipulated Ned's erection with hands and mouth as he toyed with her exposed breasts and fingered her pussy. Brooke relieved Ned's pent-up pressure, caused by her stirring monologue of the fund raising benefit and the post party orgasmic activities. Despite the short detour and interruption, they arrived the next morning at the senior facility. Mrs. Smith, the housemother, greeted the arriving pair. "Brooke, my dear, you look so lovely and so grown up since we last saw you. Our teaching suits you." She called to some passing senior students to help Brooke find her assigned room. All senior students got private rooms while working on their senior project, namely themselves. While finishing up their academic college studies, they combined everything they had learned in beauty and poise to dress, act and talk like the Total Woman they were destined to become. Along the way, Brooke saw students who sported the fashionable power suits and displayed the confident behaviors and attitudes expected of female executives and secretaries in corporate C-suites worldwide. The only difference was that they all walked around bare breasted in their otherwise office ready attire. They all admired Brooke's party dress and pestered her for details of the off-campus trip she had been allowed. 'Later' she promised. Ned followed the housemother to her office. Ned formalized his evaluation assessment report for Brooke. She had more than earned her scores of 'Excellent'. ------------------------------------------------------------- Ned was happy that they had arrived on a Tuesday. Tuesday was his favorite Total Woman Academy day of the week. At the Total Woman Academy freshman campus, there were many challenges and choices for the incoming class. The freshman year was all about basics and firsts. The intellectual education began with the usual college core courses in basic math and science delivered online. The beauty system introduced the improved diet and exercise programs. Poise initiated the freshmen to sensual anatomy. Students mapped the human nervous system, paying special attention to exterior sensory locations, erogenous zones and massage points. In addition to the obvious sensory points around nipples and groin, lessons included lesser recognized areas of the body. The Academy was often a candidate's first sojourn away from home. Freshmen accommodations were four to a room with one common shower area. It was often a freshman's first experience in group living. Classes were small groups segregated by subject. Cross tutoring was encouraged for all three Academy goals. To promote a desire to succeed, the Academy had adopted a dress code for freshmen. The maximum uniform allowed inside the house and adjacent grounds was a bikini brief or thong and appropriate shoes. Because student body nudity was constantly on display, it encouraged them to get in shape. It also provided living specimens to help in their beauty and poise studies. They were motivated to achieve excellence with team esprit and fair competition. Secrets were nearly impossible with constant nakedness. The upper level facilities honored the intent of that rule. Thus was established the tradition of Topless Tuesday. Ned and Brooke had arrived on Topless Tuesday at the senior facility, explaining the topless office attire. Ned was welcome to wander the house and grounds until he had to depart for his next assignment. Ned always enjoyed these informal inspection tours. Downstairs, Ned watched a group yoga session. He recalled the vignette about a school test requesting three advantages of breast feeding. Response: Breast milk gave the baby nutrients for growth, antibodies for defense and was packaged in a delightful array of sizes, shapes and colors. As Ned watched the students move through the yoga poses, he decided that the female body position added variety to the perceived sizes and shapes. Lying prone, the breasts were torus shaped. Standing, they assumed various fruit shapes and when the female was bent over, they became elongated cones. Ned wandered by the rear sliding doors and glanced out at the familiar sight of topless sunbathers. He entered the dining room where the group meals were served. The evening meals were formal affairs and required the students to wear high heels. Topless diners jiggled appealingly, wobbling on their high heels; Ned loved watching it. Upstairs, he wandered by students who were studying and lounging much like the other facility houses. Each student stopped what she was doing, stood to face him and greeted Ned politely. Ned would sometimes bow politely, Japanese style just to see the students breasts reshape as she leaned forward to return the bow. The Academy taught that courtesy was a welcome trait in any culture or situation. This situation of repetitive frontal nudity on display was starting to work on Ned. The house mother took him gently aside and reminded him of his appointment at the distant freshman facility. Duty called and Ned drove away to fulfill his next assignment for the Total Woman Academy.