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Total Woman Industries 01

By: bhuff



The Total Woman Industries Gulfstream G4 was fueled and prepped, parked at the executive airport, strobe and rotating lights flashing in the dusk. In the approaching limousine, Sheldon reviewed again the confidential document on rare earths ore assays from the Andean high plateau corner of Argentina. His wife Krista was speaking by SATphone with the mining company representative at that site.

"If the metal ores are as rich and pure as you say, we will be interested in collaboration. Our technical expert is flying out tonight to assay the ores and review the extraction site. He will examine the potential for using our patented refining and enrichment technology. The super enrichment process will drop the elements' transportation costs from your remote location. This could be a very lucrative relationship for all of us."

"Yes, Senora, all is prepared, awaiting your man. We will take good care of him. We hope he sees the same potential here that we do. It is not the same in neighboring Bolivia. The government and tribes fight each other. We don't waste time on civil unrest and protests. It is bad for business. Our mines are owned by the indigenous tribes. We welcome fair trade foreign investment. "

She smiled when the representative said 'your man'. Sheldon was 'her man', not only the company's owner, technical expert and scientific genius; he was also her devoted husband. Sheldon was also a man wound very tight, constantly in pursuit of the next breakthrough technology. Krista kept Sheldon on a loose leash, allowing him the same requisite freedoms to explore his détentes as he needed to explore the natural and technical world. Krista knew her talents as a Total Woman Academy graduate insured that she was the best lover that Sheldon would ever find. Any others were mere petty dalliances. Sheldon always came home to her for the Total Woman experience. In fact, she encouraged his trysts and prearranged stress relief on his business travels. 

One such prearrangement was waiting onboard the aircraft. Angelina, the destination host country national, would be his guide and interpreter during the inspection trip. She was also a TWA graduate and one of Krista's worldwide network. Sheldon would be in Angelina's good hands, and probably other body parts, the whole trip. 

Sheldon packed away his papers in the secure briefcase and leaned in for a last kiss before boarding. Krista brushed a finger against his cheek as she gave him the farewell kiss. "Hurry back, darling, I miss you already." 

Sheldon lingered to stroke Krista's breast under the business suit. God only knows how much he loved her. He considered having the plane wait while he got in one more fuck for the road. They had already romped in her office this afternoon and she had sucked him off later in the bathroom of their penthouse condominium before they departed for the airport. He still had the verve to do her right here in the backseat but the plane had to catch the scheduled runway slot for takeoff. 

Sheldon walked to the bottom of the jet's steps where the pilot saluted and welcomed him aboard. At the top of the gangway waited Angelina in her stewardess uniform. She smiled as he ducked into the hatch. "Welcome aboard, sir. My name is Angelina, your host country national for this trip. Please be seated so we can takeoff on time. It's a long flight; we need to get settled in before the pilot can taxi to the runway."

Sheldon found the executive workstation at midsection. The station contained a reclining flight seat, a working desktop, several computers and communication equipment, all on gimbals and swivels to adjust position. Angelina leaned over to help him belt in, brushing her uniformed bosom against his arm. She walked towards the back and belted in near the galley. 

The plane rolled forward and the pilot announced that they were maneuvering to the runway for takeoff. They lifted off on schedule. The G4 climbed and leveled off. Flight time to the airport nearest the Andean mining site would be 14 hours non-stop. Sheldon heard Angelina puttering in the galley. He logged on to the computer and reviewed his emails and other websites. Sheldon used all his time and energies discovering and comparing advanced sciences and technologies. It was tense work and he needed regular breaks to relieve the stress of unending innovation.

His wife Krista handled most finance and legal matters back at the corporate office, leaving him free to pursue the pioneering and technical aspects of their enterprise. She had recently concluded an agreement with a robotic-centric manufacturing firm. Its owner, Jeffery, was a brilliant manufacturing engineer and husband of another TWA graduate, Nadia. Krista had used that TWA connection to negotiate the joint venture to fabricate highly efficient electric cars. The rare earth metals they sought were needed for advanced parts.

Angelina arrived at Sheldon's side with a tray of refreshments. She had changed from her ground-based stewardess uniform into the inflight uniform. Her inflight uniform would never pass muster on a commercial flight. Angelina did not speak the 'Coffee, tea or me' cliché but the implication was apparent. The side split skirt barely covered the ass that was propped on her high heels and the narrow jacket panels did not conceal her braless breasts. Sheldon liked these flights. Krista always saw to it that he did not get overstressed enroute.

Sheldon selected a juice, a croissant and Angelina's left boob as he copped a feel. Angelina giggled and took the tray back to the galley. On her return, Sheldon spun the flight seat to face the aisle and spread his thighs. Angelina knelt and worked his zipper open, extracting his penis. It was soft but large. Krista had told Angelina about Sheldon's size and Angelina was delighted to discover it was true. This would be a good flight for her as well.

Sheldon moved the computer screen around so he could read emails and documents on the swiveled monitor, nibbled the croissant and sipped his fruity red juice. Angelina licked and sucked Sheldon's cock, working for a drink of his salty white juice. His cock had stiffened and she felt its length hit her tonsils with only 2/3 inside. She opened her throat, rose higher and sank the shaft deeper. She worked until she was able to take it all in. Sheldon noted the extent of her perseverance and made a mental note to tell Krista. She would give Angelina positive feedback and maybe a bonus. Sheldon never bothered with the personnel or business details; his realm was creating results. 

Angelina realm also included creating results. Sheldon could feel his tension ebbing and his ardor growing. He took a temporary respite from his technical activities, pushed the computer screen aside and moved his focus to the sexual activities in his lap. Angelina was currently stroking her lips along the base third of his cock, swallowing the knob. Occasionally, she shallowed up the depth of penetration, needing to take a breath, a technical living activity.

Sheldon touched the top of her head and Angelina looked up, holding a mouthful of cock. She dragged the knob from her throat and scraped it along the roof of her mouth, holding the rim just inside her lips. She waited expectantly for a sign. Sheldon massaged her scalp and then gripped her hair on the side. He moved her head in a tempo he liked and she readily complied. Her tongue swiped his shaft as she stroked it in and out at the commanded pace. Sheldon released her head allowing her to continue her work independently but as he had directed.

Sheldon was still excited and not fully sated from his times with Krista earlier in the day. Angelina was performing well and Sheldon could feel the end approaching. Angelina felt a throb in his shaft and anticipated that his discharge was imminent. She applied maximum suction and slowed her strokes. Sheldon tensed and gripped the seat arms. Sheldon's generous rich white juice flowed into Angelina's mouth. She swallowed repeatedly, adding to the sensations that had Sheldon moaning from the relief she provided. Angelina held him shallowly inside and lazed her tongue gently around the knob.

Sheldon lay back unstressed. Angelina stayed with him as he shrank but decided that putting the plus sized organ in the wool pants, even his fully flaccid organ, would be too confining for the rest of the long flight. She retrieved a terry cloth robe and clean boxers, helping Sheldon change out his business casuals into the more comfortable inflight lounging attire and slippers. She placed his saliva stained pants in a laundry bag for cleaning later. 

Sheldon decided he would rest and fully reclined his seat for sleeping. Angelina prepped his airborne bed with pillows and blanket, then sat across the aisle and remained alert for any sign from Sheldon of a need. When he finally snored, she too closed her eyes and napped.

Hours later the annunciator dinged, waking the sleepers. The captain asked them to belt in since he could not avoid some turbulence ahead. Turbulence was one of Sheldon's favorite parts of any flight. He half raised his seat to an angle, pushed aside the terry robe panels, fastened the seat belt around his waist and invited Angelina to join him. She understood. She doffed her uniform, what there was of it, and straddled Sheldon's hips, planting her heeled feet astride on the floor for support. She encircled her waist with a specially designed lap belt and fastened its short leads to the sides of Sheldon's reclined seat. They were all belted in and prepared for turbulence. 

She slowly stroked his rod, letting it get hard in her hand. The airplane gave a shudder, the signal to get their groins in proximity. Angelina placed Sheldon rod tip against her cunt and waited. The airplane jumped and drove Sheldon's pole into her cunt. The plane gave another shudder and they felt the vibrations in their connected cores. That was one result of turbulence: unpredictable flutters. The other was the jiggle caused in Angelina's exposed boobs. Sheldon never tired of the sight of turbulent boob bobbing.

The plane surged and jumped. The conjoined passengers moaned with delight, as the surprise lunges gave them surprise pleasures. The sensations accumulated as the plane fought the rough air. Finally Sheldon let go with a gush of cum deep in Angelina. She held on with her hands and her clamped cunt, a stable three point hold. Their timing was perfect as the plane entered smooth airspace. The captain announced they were now free to move about the cabin. 

Angelina disengaged her belt and her cunt from their connections. Sheldon lay back as Angelina cleaned him with warm moist towels. He covered his groin with the terry cloth robe and dozed off. Angelina wrapped her nude body in a similar robe and returned to her seat across the aisle, watching attentively for Sheldon's next need.

The runway lights at El Cadillal Airport glowed their linear beacon against the flat terrain of the high Andean plateau. San Salvador de Jujuy spread below and the slopes of the Andes rose in the west. The Gulfstream G4 touched down flawlessly. The ground crew parked the jet near the terminal. 

Angelina and Sheldon wore business suits, finished for now with their airborne playful cavorting. He followed her down the gangway and across to the VIP arrival lounges. Angelina ran interference with the immigration and customs officials, taking no guff from the uniformed functionaries. They were met beyond the bureaucratic gauntlet by the mining company representative.

"Welcome to Argentina, Senor Sheldon and Senora Angelina. I know you have had a long flight. Did it go well?" he asked.

"I am Senorita Angelina. And yes, the flight was tolerable. We had a little turbulence but rode it out pleasantly. We are anxious to get an early start in the morning. Are our rooms ready at the Ohasis Hotel?"

"Si, Senorita. We have adjoining suites awaiting you. We will take you there for tonight. Tomorrow morning we will travel up into the mountains to the mines where you will see the site of our potential joint venture."

They checked into the Ohasis and after a light dinner chatting with the mining company representative, they retired to their separate rooms. During the night, Angelina checked on Sheldon's wellbeing. His stress and stiffness was satiated by her quick blowjob and he slept the remainder of the night.

The highway ran up into the mountain range until it regressed into a road, then a dirt track, then a narrow trail. They travelled first by car, then SUV and then by 4-wheelers until they came to a high valley surrounded by hills dotted with mineshaft openings. 

The valley was dominated in its center by a large resort lodge which in its day had hosted tourists. The travel industry had moved on to glitzier venues and the villagers scraped out a living with artisan mining and subsistence farming. The promising gold and silver deposits played out soon after the conquistadors passed through nearly half a millennium ago. There were still trace deposits taken by artisan extraction but they paid little for the effort. Value now laid in the volcanic lanthanide clays deposited in evaporated drainage basins. They contained the rare earth minerals that Total Woman Industries needed for the advanced components in its electric cars. Rare earth metal alloys made magnets and computer chips more efficient. 

The entire village turned out for the welcoming ceremony, children singing and dancing in traditional costume, presenting a bouquet to Angelina. She cooed to then in Spanish, thanking them. Sheldon was dutifully patient but anxious to see the mining site. The tribal chiefs, the rep, Sheldon and Angelina hiked up the slopes to the natural evaporation basins where the volcanic clays had accumulated over eons. Sheldon selected the sampling sites, careful to array wide to avoid the potential malfeasance of seeding or a solitary lode within the basins. He tested the samples in a nearby shed.

At first, Sheldon thought his equipment had malfunctioned. It beeped and flashed 'error'. He adjusted the test range higher and discovered the concentrations of neodymium, samarium and beryllium were literally off the charts. Frowning, he studied the results. The mining representative and the village chiefs watched his face. Sheldon nodded and grinned. The rep and the chiefs grinned. They had all just hit the jackpot. Sheldon got to his SAT phone and called Krista.

"It's the real thing." he told her "I'll bring in samples for confirmation tests but these results are good enough to close the deal with the mining company."

Krista cheered for him on the fortuitous find. "Please hurry home, sweetheart, and I'll show you how really grateful I am to have a big, brilliant man like you in my life."

"I miss you too, honey, in many, many ways. I'll be back in San Salvador de Jujuy tomorrow morning and we will take the jet home. Call Jeffery and tell him to start figuring out how to build the refining equipment at this remote site." 

The inspection group returned to the lodge for the evening. There was dinner and a show. When the lodge was an active tourist attraction, it had been famous for its flamenco dancers. The original dancers had aged but still did a respectable job. The costumed ladies gave it their all for the gringo that was going to revive their village. Sheldon viewed the dancers and was particularly captivated by one buxom woman exhibiting amazing grace, vigor and jiggle. Angelina noted his interest and accordingly sent a waiter to invite her to their table after her dance.

With Angelina translating, the Senora Flamenco Dancer told how she operated a renowned studio in the village for Flamenco and other Latin dances. Some of her students came from as far away as Buenos Aries. She would have moved to the city but liked the village that was her home, despite the remoteness and the climate. She worried that Sheldon would find their remote location inhospitable. She wanted to be sure Sheldon was comfortable during the cold Andean night. Angelina assured the Senora that Sheldon was in good hands.

The Senora was right; it did get cold at these altitudes after the sun went down. Without street lights it was also very dark at night. When the door to his pitch black room opened and Angelina crept in, Sheldon was happy to feel her crawl under the covers. She lay against his side, her large bare breasts warming his arm and chest. Her hand descended to his cock and lay there warming it as well. Sheldon responded with growth. Noting the increase, she stroked him slowly. 

When Sheldon was large and firm, he turned on his side facing her and pulled her bottom leg under his hip to nestle beneath his waist. She put the top leg over. His cock tip poked at her cunt lips. She grasped it between them with thumb and two fingers and moved it gingerly up and down her scalloped ruby ridges. Her cunt lips were moist and ready, lubricating his tip. Sheldon gave a few probes and his knob pushed in to the rim. 

She rubbed his back and pulled him tighter. He pushed some more and half the shaft went in. She gasped as its size stretched her vagina. He drew back and pushed hard, seating the length. She moaned and clutched him tighter; clenching him to stillness as she adjusted to the fullness in her core. Sheldon was not in the mood to pause and began long, slow strokes which brought whimpers from her. He was warming to the task and quickened the pace. She was in full moan with interspersed whimpers and gasps whenever his tip banged against her cervix. 

Sheldon enjoyed the fact that she reveled in her own pleasure from fucking him. He sped up and her sounds amplified. Their ultimate culminations arrived simultaneously. Sheldon cried out his orgasm and she sounded off her ecstasy. They vibrated together, chest to chest and groin to groin, squeezing out the last drop. 

As they collapsed into a loose tangle of limbs, the door opened and Angelina entered checking on the noise from Sheldon's room, making sure he was okay. He certainly was; unknowingly in the arms of the Flamenco Senora. Sheldon was at first surprised but should have known Angelina would have been more aware of his size. The Senora hadn't known before about Sheldon's girth before but now she did. Angelina left them alone and closed the door. Sheldon kissed the Senora and they lay quiet. They both dozed off. Sheldon awoke at dawn still enmeshed with his bedmate. She kissed him a long 'Buenos Dias'. They petted a little but time was not friendly. They each had their separate business burdens. The Senora extracted herself and left the room.

The village assembled to see them off. It was a joyous mood. Off to the side, the Flamenco Senora watched the departure. Sheldon looked her way and nodded. She nodded back. He mounted the 4 wheeler with Angelina behind him and started down the trail for the first leg of the ride out. Sheldon was confident that the mining venture would run smooth and successful. But he also hoped that there would be glitches requiring his personal attention. He liked the hospitality of the villagers; some much more than others. 

Total Woman Industries 02



The shiny new concept automobiles were on display. String bikinied models draped the vehicles, their surgically rounded boobs and butts receiving more consideration than the sleekly rounded hoods and fenders supporting them. 

One such model draped machine was the TWI Electric Car. It was a concept vehicle with the manufacturing still being organized. It boasted affordable energy efficiency thanks to its space age metal alloys. Total Woman Industries had locked up an economical source of rare earth elements, providing an economic quantum leap in battery life and electro-magnet power. 

Francine wore a micro-bikini and draped the hood. Jeffery, truly uncomfortable away from his beloved manufacturing floor, answered questions from reporters who only half listened to his extensive responses as they drooled over Francine. Jeffery was getting irritated. He liked order and proficiency. As an industrial engineering manager, he was feeling the same with these journalists as he did with his few employees. Not many could attain his standards of precision and commitment to quality. That's why he favored robotic manufacturing. Robots were precise, dependable and tireless. Jeffery was a hard man to please.

The reporters moved on with backward glances at Francine. Jeffery welcomed the break from their stupid questions. Francine slid off the auto. Her skin rubbed the acrylic finish with a squeaky noise. Jeffery took note and looked over at his mechanical progeny. Francine was thankful that her minimal attire had no clasps that might scratch the polished finish. 

Francine smiled and said "Don't mind them; they're just paparazzi. They need something to sell to their readers, whether it's fabulous stars or fabulous cars. The real audience is the buyers and when they understand that your baby will save them a lot of money, they'll come running. I know I will"

Jeffery's mind began a slow motion movie of Francine running in her micro bikini. Her large boobs were rebounding up and down and side to side, straining her minimalist clothing. The engineer inside him thought about the tensile stresses in the fibers, whether the thin straps could resist the bursting forces. Those forces were governed by acceleration and mass. Before he could calculate that, he needed to know the mass and density of her breasts. That would depend on their size and whether they were natural flesh or plastic implants.

Lost in his thoughts, engrossed in calculations, he absent mindedly pointed at Francine's chest and asked "Are those real?"

Francine was used to being cat called and wolf whistled but this was new and rather forward, especially from her client and in public. Over the last few days she had recognized whenever Jeffery was off on a mental tangent. He struggled to give simple answers to journalists' simple questions, trying to be exact and dazing them with too many complex answers. She was amused and curious. So where had this question come from? 

"Why do you want to know?"

"Your bra might snap when you run to buy our car."

Francine was speechless but took it in stride, realizing that Jeffery was a genius who sometimes failed to adapt his thoughts to his surroundings. She reached out and hugged Jeffery's arm to her breasts, guiding him behind the booth curtain to a chair.

"Let's sit you down over here, cherie. Your head might catch fire from thinking too hard."

Francine decided the best way to get Jeffery back to the Car Show was to answer his question. She took his hands, held them to her breasts and helped him squeeze to search for implants. Finding none, Jeffery happily completed his mental calculations using the natural density of breast flesh. Francine could run amok. Her bra would hold the globes but barely.

The crowds had dissipated. Francine was wearing a light robe over her show costume, picking up the leaflets left over at the end of the day. Doing shows was good pay but unsteady work. She had earned a degree in Sales and Marketing but found early in her career that her bodacious body marketed products quicker than her witty sales pitches. She liked working these shows and, despite his cerebral safaris, Jeffery really knew his product. She was intrigued by this concept car. She wanted to find out more about Jeffery and his car.

Francine threw a pitch at Jeffery. "Let's go get changed and get some dinner. I want you to tell me more about this car."

The waiter took their order, brought some wine and appetizers. They were seated at a sidewalk café facing the sea. 

"So, Jeffery, can you tell me in 10 words or less what makes your car so special?"

"Well, it's state of the art, uses advanced batteries, most of the components are crafted and assembled to precise tolerances by robots, it has good performance dynamics and comes in radiant colors. Then there's ..."

Francine held up her hands to stop Jeffery's soliloquy. "That's a whole lot more than 10 words and I can tell you're just warming up. Can you summarize it or something?" 

"But the details are important" he said.

"Yes, in a marketing presentation or a glossy brochure where there's space and time. But when someone asks a simple question, you need to give them a short concise answer. You're a brilliant scientist but so was Einstein and he described the entire universe with just 5 characters: E = M C 2."

Jeffery gave that some thought. Francine seemed to know her stuff about marketing and product promotion. 

Francine continued "When you were curious about my boobs, you got right to the point, a short question, and a short answer. So apparently you can be concise when it's something you need to get to quickly. Maybe we can work on that." She slid around the table a little and placed her hand on Jeffery's crotch.

"Let's try again, 10 words or less."

Jeffery felt Francine rub his cock through his trousers. He said "It will outperform, outlast and cost less to run than your neighbor's car." 

Francine liked the way that sounded. She counted the words in her head. "Thirteen. That's much better and close enough. Now, why will it outperform my neighbor's car?" She rubbed his cock some more.

"The rare earth alloy electromagnets in the wheel motors perform better."

"And why will it outlast my neighbor's car."

Jeffery said "Fewer moving parts."

Francine rubbed some more and said "Wow. Great answer. And why will it cost less to run than my neighbor's car?"

"Rare earth alloys in the batteries recharge faster and discharge slower. The car is manufactured to the highest standard of fit and finish eliminating potential corrosion spots and airfoils. The whole car weighs less due to carbon fiber and other lightweight materials. The aerodynamics alone will add mileage by reducing air friction. And we also..." 

Jeffery droned on and Francine let him go. She had gotten two out of three respectable sales pitches from Jeffery. That was a good start. She decided that TWI might be a good career choice. Jeffery was the best source of a full description of her prospective new product line. There was big potential in collaboration.

When Jeffery took a breath to sip his wine, Francine asked if he would show her all the features, advantages and benefits of the car. Jeffery was excited to fully demonstrate his newest obsession. They strolled back to the car show arena. 

The guard checked their ID's as he checked out Francine. She wore a bit more than her car model outfit. Still, her knit miniskirt hugged her toned butt and the stretchy sport top hugged her boobs as she hugged Jeffery's arm. They entered the darkened display floor and ambled to the TWI Electric Car. It was a sporty two-seater. Francine climbed in the driver seat and Jeffery leaned in, describing the dash displays. He peered down Francine's top at the hefty cleavage she was displaying. His descriptions were short and concise. When he moved to the passenger seat, he continued to describe the cars features but his answers became longer and more complex, filled with pedantic details. 

Francine decided to experiment. She climbed across and straddled Jeffery's lap facing him. "So where is the power plant located?" 

Jeffery stared at her spandex covered breasts and said "In the trunk."

She popped off her top, letting her golden waves of hair splay and then settle down her back. "How long does it take to charge the batteries and how long will they perform?"

"All night long; then all day long."

"That sounds like your describing my performance. Are you sure that's the batteries?"

Francine pulled her miniskirt to her waist, exposing her cunt. She took Jeffery's hand, placed it there. He explored digitally.

She asked "Does the car require special lubrication?"

"All the moving parts are permanently lubricated. She's always ready to go."

Francine was satisfied that she had discovered the key to getting appealing sales pitches from Jeffery. Francine reached between them and levered Jeffery's cock out. He was tuned up and ready to go. Placing the tip, she sprang lightly, tapping his erection into her vagina. Jeffery quaffed her exposed nipples. Francine set a moderate, steady pace, enjoying the smoothness of the ride. Jeffery's motor was definitely running. He felt the rim of his knob brush her G-spot nerve bundle with every stroke of his piston and she purred like a finely tuned engine. Sometimes her scalp brushed the ceiling and she bowed in, pulling Jeffery's head tighter to her bosom, trying to avoid knocking her head on the roof.

They raced towards the checkered flag, acting like coldhearted rivals, ignoring the risk of overheated equipment. Barreling over the finish line, Jeffery roared and jetted his essence into Francine's cylinder. She swooned and clutched Jeffery's head to her chest, burying his face in her soft headrests. As they idled down, Francine pecked kisses over the top of Jeffery's head, finger stroking his cheeks and ears as he lazily kissed and sucked her nipples.

"Jeffery, I want to sell cars for you. I think I can honestly say that this car excites me and that I can portray that to potential customers. Will you give me a chance to prove myself as an able saleswoman; more than just a showgirl?"

Jeffery should run that by his wife, Nadia, but it sure sounded good to him. Although he had found a new advantage of the car, namely 'babe magnet', sales work was best left to professionals like Francine. Now that he had taken the car for a different kind of test run, he was anxious to return to his beloved factory and improve the passenger compartment with added features, like vibrating seats and more head room. 

Short, concise and to the point, Jeffery replied "You're hired."



Total Woman Industries 03



Sheldon sat at the conference table in the high rise office in Mumbai sipping spiced chai tea. He was listening as a Nehru-jacketed functionary in the Indian computer firm assured him again and again of the precision and stability of their computer aided manufacturing software. He had heard it all before but let the man ramble on. When the speaker reached a pause, Sheldon raised his head and asked his question.

"You can tell me all day long that you're the best but show me some examples or references."

"Sahib Sheldon, that is almost impossible to do. You have the most advanced robots in the world, state-of-the-art and cutting edge. No one else uses anything that precise. We have worked hard to make the program meet your specifications. But the only way to test it is to use it with your robots."

Sheldon looked at Indira, his host country national guide and interpreter. She had been arranged by his wife, Krista, to accompany him on this trip. Indira was the one splash of color in the room. While everyone else wore business black and grey, she shone in her costume of pastel silk saris: orange, pink, blue and yellow. The fabrics were loose wrapped but you could still tell she filled them out well. Her eye shadow was dusky and her lips fire engine red.

In addition to her duties as protocol guide and interpreter, Indira was along on the trip to provide Sheldon with stress relief. During the long inbound flight on the TWI corporate jet, Indira had performed splendidly several times to relieve Sheldon when he got too wound up in his technical studies and ponderings. Right now, Sheldon was feeling stressed. He longed for one of Indira's spectacular fire engine red blowjobs.

Sheldon stood. "I have heard your arguments and understand the risk that we must take to stay ahead. Let me read through your manuals again and we will reconvene tomorrow. It has been a long day and I need to rest. With your leave, gentlemen?"

"Of course, Sahib. May God grant that your slumbers be peaceful and satisfying."

Sheldon certainly hoped so. 

The towncar took then through Mumbai's bustling streets to the oasis of their five star hotel. Sheldon had dispensed with the illusion of employer-employee working distance and ordered one suite with the largest bed available. The air crew had sent their luggage and it was waiting in their suite. Indira unpacked their clothes and settled them in. Room service delivered a sampling of curried delicacies. The preview dinner menu featured everything but beef; cattle were sacred in the Hindu culture. Pork was also missing to acquiesce to the intermingled Muslims. 

The dining room served a sumptuous repasse: lamb with all the accompanying side dishes. Sheldon surveyed the room over his post-dinner chai. It was a more casual setting but Indira was still radiant in her silk wraps. There were other couples well attired in expensive clothes but Sheldon hardly noticed. Indira had relieved him with a hand job in the shower before dinner but he was still keyed up. Indira could tell.

"Sahib Sheldon, I think you are over wrought by these deliberations and decisions. The Indians are master programmers. I am sure that they will satisfy your requirements in the end."

"Probably, but it's still a risk. They are upstarts at this programming stuff. But economical upstarts and with our limited financing at present, we need their thrifty efforts."

"They will succeed. We Indians have been programmers for millenniums."

"Millennia!? Computers have only been around for a few decades, maybe a few centuries if you include early weaving loom controls. Millennia?"

Indira held her ground. "Yes, millennia. Have you never heard of the Kama Sutra? It is the programming and control manual for love and sexual intercourse. It is millennia old, first written in ancient Sanskrit." She gave Sheldon a 'gotcha' look and wink. "At your direction, I have performed oral and digital sex for you. But there is so much more that my culture has to offer. We take the Kama Sutra seriously. It teaches all ages of men how to be truly intimate with their wives and it stabilizes our families. It is a wonderful and success filled program."

Sheldon finished his chai and stood up. "Okay, I'm game. Prove it."

Indira rose slowly and spread her sari wrapped arms like a newly blossoming flower. Her hand settled on his. Sheldon and Indira departed to the central atrium. They took the glass caged elevator to their floor. Indira glided along the carpet, her unseen sari draped feet propelling her forward. Sheldon keyed the lock and they entered their suite. 

Indira removed her pale blue head scarf, uncovering her jet black hair held in a bun behind her head. She slipped off her sandals. She walked the intervening carpet to Sheldon and undid his tie and belt. His buttons were next. His shirt fluttered off and his pants dropped to the carpet. Finally his boxers and sox joined the growing pile. Sheldon stood naked. There was nothing new for Indira to behold that she hadn't already seen, felt or tasted.

She helped Sheldon to a knee stand on the carpet. Positioned similarly, she placed his hands together in front, palms together, straightened fingers pointing up. She brushed her fingers over his eyelids, signaling him to close them. Indira took a similar pose and started a whispered hum in her throat. Sheldon opened one eye to peek and saw her in an apparent deep meditation. He closed his eyes again and listened. The tones brought him a quiet peace he hadn't felt before. He noticed that his breathing had slowed.

Sheldon tried making Indira's sound. His tone was deeper but the vibration touched his neck and chest with serenity. His constant torment, a low grade tension headache, went missing in action. His shoulders relaxed. He sensed motion, a swaying or rocking in his upper body. He opened his eyes. He was holding steady as a rock. Indira had moved her tone up an octave. Sheldon continued with his low tone. 

Indira stopped making noise and opened her eyes. Sheldon was watching her. She motioned for him to remain down as she stood. She placed a loose end of her sari between his palms and began a slow rotation as she backed away, unwrapping the saffron colored cloth from her body. She reached the limit of its length and it fluttered away to the ground. She came back to Sheldon and placed a second silky wrap between his palms. Her second twirling unwrapped a second cloth, pastel green this time. Abdominal and shoulder skin appeared. The last wrap was pale blue, like her head scarf. It draped her thighs. Then she danced and it didn't anymore. Sheldon had seen Indira fully naked but she looked extraordinarily exotic in her dark blue panties and midriff shirt. She was athletically fit with muscle definition and tone. Indira returned to her place in front of Sheldon, kneeling upright as before. She pulled his hands to the lower hem of her shirt. Sheldon understood and lifted the obscuring garment off her chest and over her head. Her breasts bounced and settled, generous globes, natural with dark areoles. Their color matched her eye shadow; the nubs matched her lips. Sheldon placed his hands on the soft slopes above. 

Indira reached up and unfastened her hair pin. The black strands fell loose and cascaded to almost the floor in her kneel up pose. She rested her hands on Sheldon's hips and leaned in. She rubbed the tip of his nose with hers, maintaining a steady eye contact. Sheldon was too mesmerized to look away. When he felt her hand on his cock, he broke the stare and looked down. He had grown hard without realizing it. His erection stood high, full and proud, encased in Indira's palm. 

The disrobing ritual had one more rite. Indira gracefully stood and pulled the panties off; presenting her bare vagina covering split flesh at his eye level. Sheldon could not maintain the tactile connection with her boobs when Indira stood up but here was new ground to explore. He spread her outer lips with his thumbs and spied the glossy inner lips at the mouth of her cunt tube. He leaned in and planted a lingering kiss on the moist reddened folds. It just felt like the natural thing to do. Strawberries; sometime today Indira had douched with strawberry flavored cleanser. He licked along the folds and smacked his lips. He would ask her later about other available flavors.

He looked up and she was looking down at him, smiling but not focused on his face. She held his head as she glided down to his stance. A full kiss ensued. They didn't play or probe. It was a leisurely, lingering connection of wet lips, opened mouthed. Sheldon closed his eyes and felt like his body was rocking again. Indira stopped the kissing but stayed close. She reattached her hand to his erection, using the peg to lead him to the bed. 

Indira put Sheldon in the middle, sitting sideways so that he saw himself in the lateral full wall mirror. Another was behind him. She positioned him, folding his legs under and resting his ass on his heels. His erection was a spike on a thigh shelf. She crawled forward and sat on his lap, folding her legs behind his ass, locking her ankles. His erection pressed her belly; her boobs pressed his chest. Her arms locked behind his head and he saw his hands in the mirror planted on her back ass. He squeezed the cheeks, testing their firmness.

Indira drew herself up, running her nipples up his chest to his neck. She locked eyes with Sheldon in the reflected mirrors and nodded. Sheldon used a hand to point his cock at her opening and Indira relaxed down, burying Sheldon deep. She settled her butt and stayed still. Sheldon felt a contraction around his cock; then another. Indira was clamping her vagina muscles, pressing his flesh with hers. The pressure increased. Sheldon bounced his hips, thinking that strokes would give him extra stimulation. But Indira calmed him with a caress and look. She was only getting started. 

Sheldon watched Indira's reflected toes curl towards the soles of her feet. The clamping pressure intensified. He was feeling flush, blood rushing everywhere: head, groin, limbs. His toes tingled. Then the soles of his feet tingled. The static electricity in his nerves moved across his ankles and up his legs. His head felt light. He hugged Indira for stability. His chest was pulsing with heavier breathing. Sheldon feared a heart attack but in reality, is heart was beating more peaceably that it had in years. His core felt hot and suddenly the muscles around his prostate clenched, squeezing the seminal fluid out through his urethra, up his cock, blasting out into Indira's moist cavern. Sheldon saw lights and sparks flash under his closed eyelids. 

They lay sideways where they had fallen over, limbs still inner tangled. Sheldon's erection was softer but not fully dissipated. Indira held his head and gave off the whispered moan that had started this demonstration of ancient Indian love lore. Sheldon fell asleep; a peaceful and satisfying slumber, as his corporate hosts had prayed he would. 

During the night, Indira and Sheldon untangled. Before drifting back to sleep, Sheldon arose, opened his briefcase and signed the contract ordering the manufacturing control software. Indira had shown him examples and references enough to convince him their claims were true: The Indians were indeed ancient and successful programmers. The CAM software for his robots was in good hands.



Total Woman Industries 04



Outside, the TWI Gulfstream G4 slid its long plump body through the smooth encompassing air. Inside, Jeffery slid his long plump cock through Greta's smooth encompassing cunt. The airplane went straight and true towards its ultimate destination, Munich Airport. Jeffery went back and forth towards his ultimate destination, another orgasm. 

Greta was his host country national guide and interpreter. Her services were engaged by Jeffery's wife, Nadia, for this journey to Bavaria. In addition to guide and interpreter, Greta provided Jeffery with stress relief. The long flights and constant technical and management work onboard got Jeffery very tense. Greta helped remedy that. Right now, she was lying nude on her back, legs wide. Jeffery was face down on her pushing his meat as deep as her narrow tunnel would accommodate. Fortunately, she was long enough to take all of his cock's length but its broadness strained her walls. She was hugging her head against his neck. Jeffery was beginning to breathe hard. She fingered the hairs on the back of his neck. Jeffery moaned and put his cock as deep as it would go, pressing pubic bone to pubic bone. He strained an upward arc into his back and exhaled long and loud as he sprayed his cum into Greta. After a few whole body quivers, he collapsed on her.

Greta waited patiently for Jeffery to feel strong enough to lift and look at her face. He smiled and pecked her lips, raising his hips, extracting himself. He rolled over on his back and put an arm over his eyes, blocking out the overhead light glare. Greta rose and used a soft warm towel to clean his groin. She handed Jeffery his terrycloth inflight robe as he sat up and resumed his seat at the onboard executive workstation. Greta repaired to the galley to clean, don her own robe and return with refreshments to rehydrate Jeffery. That was his third cum during the flight and she feared he would get dehydrated from all the ejaculations. 

Jeffery was travelling to Bavaria to inspect and test special-order robots from a German company. A joint venture between his firm and a firm owned by a network contact of his magnificent wife, Nadia, was building an electric car that was going to blow the doors off the competition. Its effectiveness was the precise tooling tolerances. The robotic arms coupled with precision software were state-of-the-art. But the anxieties of the risks in the venture were taking their toll on Jeffery. Thus, he needed nonstop stress relief to keep his mind clear and focused.

Eventually, the captain turned on the seatbelt sign and announced they were approaching the airport, cleared for landing. Jeffery downloaded the remaining documents to his PDA for access during their negotiation meetings. Greta unpacked the clothes necessary for deplaning and strapped in. The plane landed smoothly and taxied to the VIP terminal. Jeffery donned a grey wool suit; Greta a fashionable woman's business suit. Her peach blouse added a daring splash of color to the stead German business environment. 

There were very little hassle at customs and immigration, the efficient German bureaucrats stamping Greta's accurate paperwork and forms. 

The company's welcoming party included several corporate executives. Introductions were perfunctory; they had all researched each other's dossiers extensively and all knew all. Greta still went through the protocol introductions as those were her duty. 

The group took several limousines through the city to the fabrication facility. On facility tour, Jeffery found that in many cases that robots were fabricating and assembling other robots, including parts of his. A bit of science fiction paranoia crossed his mind; robots taking control. Jeffery looked over everything and it seemed to be in order. They discussed a demonstration for the next morning. The technicians were assembling the test unit today and would work as long as necessary. Jeffery would stay at his hotel in the city until the exhibition tomorrow.

The limousine dropped them back at the hotel. The air crew had sent their luggage and it was waiting in their suite. Greta unpacked their clothes and settled them in. The hotel held a cabaret dinner show each evening. Jeffery and Greta took it in. It was a mishmash of singing and fetish costumes, with cover songs by lounge singers. Greta laughed through most of it. It was a very poor sampling of the Modern German culture. The food was better than the show: sauerbraten, potatoes, sauerkraut, bread and beer, a traditional Bavarian fare.

The diners retired to their suite. Jeffery doffed his clothes and lounged in his boxers. The TV had several on demand porn channels. The voice track was German. He selected one and settled into the sofa with feet up on a cushioned settee. Greta took most of her clothes off, retaining her topless bustier, stockings and thong panties. She sat next to Jeffery on the sofa. The movie was pure fuckfest, little plot and lots of action. Jeffery let his cock out through his fly and Greta palmed it, stroking the head and vein with her thumb. The movie cut to a close up blowjob scene. The woman onscreen held the erect cock deep in her scarlet rimmed mouth as she looked up at the man's point-of-view camera angle. Her dark wavy hair framed her face and covered her ears. Loose bangs hung strands over her dark eyes. 

Greta's hand froze on Jeffery's fully developed erection. Jeffery felt her stop and looked over. Her mouth was open in shock. He looked back at the TV where the scene had moved on. He grabbed the remote and back-tracked the movie, pausing at the POV scene. A digital younger Greta with a mouth full of tumescent meat stared from the TV screen.

Greta stuttered "OMG! I thought they had taken that movie off the market. I was young and wild back then. It was only that once. I needed tuition money and succumbed to the temptation."

Jeffery put the scene in motion and watched a high definition Greta gobble a high definition cock. He stopped the movie again and restarted it at the beginning. Greta recovered her senses and returned to manipulating Jeffery's groin meat. The cat was out of the bag and Jeffery seemed sincerely interested in her early, foolish public exposure to adult life. 

Jeffery chuckled "So the director isn't here for the voice over commentary. How about talking me through it? I don't speak German and you are my interpreter, so interpret it for me."

Greta maintained her hold on Jerry's cock, cleared her throat and began her dialog.

"It's an FFM, two females with one male. We are chatting in a living room when the doorbell rings. There you see us greeting our friend with cheek kisses. We each take an arm, hugging them to our teeshirt encased boobs, escorting him to the sofa. We were arguing about which one gives a better blowjob. We make him agree to test us. 

"The other woman goes first. I don't remember her name; it's irrelevant to the story anyway. See how she is whipping s her teeshirt over her head exposing her tits, fluffing her hair. The makeup guy before the shooting was insistent on lots of makeup, including our nipples. See how she works off his pants and sandals but leaves his teeshirt. She takes his soft cock in hand and strokes it to get started, which there you can see is working. Watch here how see kisses and licks the crown. Now you see he's building size, almost full. She covers the crown with her mouth and pushes down, taking him halfway. There her hand is stroking the base. Her technique is simplistic and she doesn't even get her lips halfway down his shaft. See his bored look. He is not impressed. 

"Now it's my turn. Watch here as I remove his teeshirt. There I kneel but higher up, taking his cock in my hand but not moving on it. Watch here, I kiss his lips and then descend to kiss and lick each of his nipples. Holding his erection up, here I am kissing the tip and probing it with my tongue, then washing the crown. 

"Watch this part, it is special. I open my mouth wide and go down without touching the dick to my lips or the sides of my mouth. His first contact is the entrance of my throat with his crown. See there? He just laid his head back and closed his eyes. He's a good actor; playing like he's enjoying that. 

"Now I close my mouth and apply maximum suction, like his dick is a straw and I am pulling on a thick milkshake. See my throat ripple; I am using swallowing actions on his tip. Look, his mouth is open. He's breathing harder. There, you can see him open his eyes and look down.

"They cut the scene here to move to this Point Of View camera angle. Here's the part you saw before with me looking up at him, fully involved in the deep sucking. The end is near, he's groaning and you see my eyes widen in mild surprise as he jets off in my mouth. Watch me pull half back with closed lips, letting him fill my mouth with cum. Okay, now I back all the way off and show the camera my open mouth and his cum. Can you see me swallow? Here I stand and he raises my arm like a boxing champ in the ring. That means I won"

"Yeah, I understood the arm raised-champion thing. So how did you get involved with this anyway?"

"I was in school, needed tuition money, saw an ad in the newspaper and followed up. I had to prove myself. I blew the producer, the director, the cameraman, the soundman and finally the stagehand. It took several days to audition for the part. The stagehand was huge but that was the point. They wanted to see me take a good size cock before I was selected. I did him in front of the others. Then the producer helped me celebrate my good fortune by taking me home all night. He was an insatiable animal in bed and it nearly wore me out."

Jeffery was very stiff now and Greta noticed. He asked "Do you still remember how it's done?"

"Of course, let me show you."

Greta rose and stood before Jeffery in her bustier and stockings. She leaned in to gently remove his briefs. Her swaying breasts brushed his bare chest. Jeffery didn't want the contact to stop so he reached down and helped remove the barrier to his own impending scene. Greta kissed his lips, hard, lingering her tongue on his. Her breasts jostled on his chest. She broke off and moved to his left nipple, lipping, tonguing and teething it. The right nipple got the same caresses. The tip of Jeffery's knob tingled from the reflected nerve activity.

Greta went further down, kissing his belly button resulting in more tingling in Jeffery's dick. She held him erect, opened wide and went down. Her warm breath wafted the shaft but there was no skin contact until his tip bumped her tonsils. She closed and encased him in moisture, then pressure. She sucked hard. The tingling grew. Jeffery received her stunning visual, tactile and now groin stimulation. He was ready already. 

Jeffery laid his head back as the tingling began at his outer extremities and crawled inward towards his core. This was no act; it was the real thing. When his whole body was electrified, he looked down. Greta was staring up with her dark eyes locked on his. Jeffery was fully embedded, Greta sucking and swallowing. He opened his mouth and exhaled long and hard as he jetted his cum deep in her mouth. His eyes closed losing the visual contact. His mind melted and then re-gelled. He lay gasping for air. 

Greta held him inside her mouth through it all. When he was fully conscious, he looked down again. She slowly backed off, scraping teeth and lips along his shaft. She opened her mouth to show him the milky white fluid, then tossed her head and swallowed.

That night, Jeffery was an insatiable animal in bed and it nearly wore them both out. The morning dawned. Jeffery attended the factory demonstration. He reviewed the German robots' performance; he was satisfied with their dexterity and precision. He confirmed the purchase contract and took Greta back to the waiting aircraft. The flight home would give Greta an opportunity satisfy him with her dexterity and precision on his cock.



Total Woman Industries 05



The jet landed with a mild thump. Jeffery looked out at the dust devils and heat mirages on the land next to the runway. The United Arab Emirates was a hot dusty place and the financial capital of the Arab Peninsula, flush with oil revenues and skimmed war money. Aiesha, his host country national guide and interpreter, was seated across the aisle, wearing much more conservative dress than the little to nothing she had worn during most of the flight. Her inflight duties included stress relief which she performed admirably to Jeffery's gratification, several times.

Total Woman Industries was happily rolling along. The technical and business aspects were running smooth, just like the machine they manufactured. Their expansion required capital. Banks and brokerage houses demanded details, reports and assurances before committing funds. Issuing stock to outsiders involved the SEC. All well and good but it was time consuming and risky. Trade secret details of the operation could leak out to competitors. Jeffery wanted confidentially and trust. He had come to these wealthy private venture investors who were less intrusive. He was scheduled to meet the Emir this afternoon to solicit his financial support. 

In the meeting room of the Emir's Grand Palace, Aiesha was seated slightly behind and to the left of Jeffery interpreting the Emir's questions. The Emir was attended by his closest advisors, namely his younger brother and his three sons. The five listened to Jeffery, now a better pitchman since Francine had coached him in Cannes.

"The TWI Electric Car will outperform, outlast and cost less to run than any car on the market. The rare earth alloy electromagnets in the wheel motors perform better. It will outlast our competitor's car because we have fewer moving parts. It costs less to run because rare earth alloys in the batteries recharge faster and discharge slower. The car is manufactured to the highest standard of fit and finish eliminating potential corrosion spots and airfoils. The whole car weighs less due to carbon fiber and other lightweight materials. The aerodynamics alone will add mileage by reducing air friction. The car is superbly balanced with the power plant located in the trunk. All the moving parts are permanently lubricated. She's always ready to go."

The Emir liked what he heard and his advisors were nodding their heads as well. Jeffery felt good about the prospects. They discussed terms and conditions. The Emir was not interested in too many collateral guarantees. He had contempt for international courts and their fruitless deliberations. The Emir's special collection branch within his security forces was much quicker and more efficient in collecting bad debts. Regular payments would be timely and complete. 

Jeffery agreed to the transaction and the Emir directed his advisors to draw up the details for his and Jeffery's review and signature. The documents would be ready the next day. The Emir clapped his hands once and gossamer clad serving girls brought refreshments: bitter cardamom tea mellowed by bites of sweet dates and cakes. The discussion turned to domestic issues. 

Was Sheldon married? Yes, happily to a special Total Woman graduate that he loved dearly and who provided for his total wellbeing at home and even when he travelled. The Emir volunteered that he had four wives, as allowed by the Koran, Allah's truths given to the Prophet Mohammed, Blessed Be His Name. Each wife had given him a strong son, the three older ones here and the fourth away at school. The Emir also kept a Harem, not official wives but concubines. Man cannot live by four women alone. Jeffery said he understood. 

The Emir asked about Jeffery's accommodations for the night. Jeffery was booked at the Intercontinental Hotel. The Emir guffawed; a tawdry place for such an important guest. That would not do; Jeffery would be the Emir's guest that night. Aiesha would remain with him as his guide and interpreter. It was settled. The Emir dismissed his advisors and the serving girls, all except for one who lingered as he touched her hand. Jeffery departed the room with Aiesha, a backward glance showing the serving girl standing alone with the Emir's hand rummaging between her legs.

Outside they were met by a eunuch. Aiesha and he spoke and then he led the pair to their room. It was sumptuous: silk pillows, a huge bed and attached bath with precious metal fixtures. Jeffery's luggage soon arrived and Aiesha settled them in. They walked the sculptured adjacent garden. Attractive females in light translucent clothes sat on benches, read books, chatted or moved through poses of yoga, tai chi or something. Jeffery became aware that he was the only male about. Aiesha asked the eunuch Jeffery's question. 

"The eunuch says this is the garden of the Harem. Your room is reserved for special guests. The Emir has commanded it."

Jeffery finished his stroll. The Emir's housekeepers had been busy during their stroll, fluffing the comforters and pillows. Jeffery found a silky waistcloth laid out. Aiesha showed him how to wrap and fasten it about his waist. He settled into the bed with his briefcase open, reviewing documents and reports. There was a knock on the door. Aiesha answered and spoke with the eunuch. Turning to Jeffery, she said "Your guests are here."

"What guests?"

"It's a delegation from the Harem, sent to pay their respects. There are four here who represent the other 26. I must let them in; the Emir has commanded it."

Jeffery thought 'The Emir always gets what he commands, so let's get this over with.' Four women entered his chamber. They were similar but different. Their similar dresses were gossamer Harem outfits: billowy translucent silk pants, no panties, loose translucent blouses. They all wore similar slippers. The Emir's tastes went to buxom; their nipples strained the flimsy fabric. But the Emir also liked variety: a redhead, a blonde, a brunette and a black haired woman. They arranged themselves around Jeffery's bed. Aiesha stood at the foot of the bed.

The raven haired beauty spoke. Aiesha translated for Jeffery. "Welcome, Sayyid Jeffery. They bid you greetings and hope that your sojourn here is peaceful and pleasant, Ishallah. The Emir has commanded it."

Jeffery listened to Aiesha translate. He wanted to observe protocol so thanked them and bid them peace as well. They were free to leave. He picked up his paperwork as Aiesha translated, expecting them to depart. The blonde spoke and Aiesha translated. 

"They cannot leave. They must stay and assure that your night is peaceful and pleasant. The Emir has commanded it." 

The redhead climbed on the bed, gathered Jeffery's scattered papers and placed them in the briefcase. She handed it to the brunette who placed it on the stand next to the bed. The others climbed into the bed and knee stood two to a side. They waited expectantly for Jeffery's direction. Jeffery was ignorant of their customs and didn't know what to do. The blond reached a hand and stroked the inside of Jeffery's thigh as they all watched his face. The brunette did the same with the other leg. The redhead was closer to Jeffery's head, so she smoothed caresses across his upper body. The black haired woman bent down and cradled Jeffery's head as she plumped his pillow, raising his head enough to look down his nearly naked body. Her soft covered breasts brushed his arm and chest as she adjusted him. 

The action paused as the women held a short organizational meeting. Aiesha let Jeffery know that they had divided up roles and had come up with a rough program of events. Jeffery looked troubled; Aiesha shrugged as she said "Just let it happen, boss. You're in good hands."

Aiesha spoke and nodded to the redhead. She went back to rubbing Jeffery's chest. The blond and brunette caressed his legs. The black haired woman pulled the ties of his waistcloth. All the women stopped their caresses to pay attention as Jeffery's groin was exposed. They ooh'ed when his cock came into view. It wasn't hard yet but it was large and showing true signs of life. 

The redhead reached for the side table and retrieved a bottle of liquid. She poured some in her hands and rubbed Jeffery's chest with it. It was soothing to the touch. The blond and brunette gathered some and applied it to Jeffery's inner legs, making longer strokes that grazed his scrotum with their fingers. The redhead quit all pretenses and wrapped a hand around his shaft. The residual balm gave Jeffery a calamine tingle. His cock grew in her grasp. The blond and redhead swept their strokes higher.

The black haired woman put a leg across Jeffery and straddled his midsection. The blonde took Jeffery's erection from the redhead and held it up as the black haired woman descended on his prick. The warmth, the tingle and the manipulation had Jeffery in a state of arousal that wasn't going to last. The woman stroked steadily but not to Jeffery's completion. She was replaced by the redhead who also gave a good performance. She was further replaced by the blond. Finally, the brunette got her turn. Jeffery arrived at his limit and spewed inside the brunette. The women clapped and congratulated their colleague. Aiesha translated their question. Who and/or what did he like best? Jeffery didn't answer. He lay back overcome with a peaceful and pleasant feeling.

Jeffery awoke from his doze. The room was dark. Aiesha was resting at the foot of the giant bed. Jeffery's four companions were ranged around him. He lay quiet but the redhead sensed his stirring and reached out to touch his shoulder. Jeffery looked at her. She motioned him over. He rolled on his side and she attached her hand to his cock, drawing him closer. When he was bare chest to bare chest with her, she hugged him lightly and rolled on her back, thighs spread, Jeffery lying on top. She placed his tip at her entrance and hauled on his ass with her hands. Verbal translation was unnecessary; Jeffery got the message. 

Jeffery dove into the redhead's vagina, reveling in its rippled texture and moisture. She was silent as he pumped away. Before long, he let go inside and painted her walls with his essence. He rolled back to his starting point and closed his eyes.

He awoke later with wet warmth on his cock. Looking down, he saw a bundle of black hair bobbing on his dick. He was a man of action but the action tonight was getting intense. He lay back, and as Aiesha had advised, just let it happen. It took a long time this time to happen. But happen it eventually did and Jeffery provided his mate with an allotment of sperm. 

Dawn broke. He opened his eyes to stare into the eyes of the blond hovering over him staring back. Each of the others had received his ejaculate somewhere. She wanted a turn. Her hand grasped his cock. Jeffery slowly shook his head 'No'. The blond pouted. Jeffery felt sympathy for her situation but wasn't going to be able to help in that way. He took her hand and led her to the bathroom. Stripping her down, though there wasn't much to strip away; he pushed her into the shower stall and got in with her. 

Jeffery lazily soaped and rinsed her body. He spent tons of time brushing and kneading her tits and ass. As he worked, he used his hand to caress her vaginal lips, palming her ass and cunt with a finger up her pussy strumming her G spot. He got the response he sought. She hugged his neck as she peaked and slid over the edge of an orgasm on his hand. Jeffery held her as she vibrated before she slumped in his arms. He helped her out of the shower to a seat in the tiled bathroom. Her companions came in and took her away to care for her. They were excitedly chattering, asking questions. Aiesha stood in the doorway, naked, translation unnecessary.

Jeffery asked how long the Emir had commanded the delegation to assure his peace and happiness. Aiesha said the quartet were leaving at that very moment. The eunuch had come to take them back to their room. Jeffery slumped into the seat recently occupied by the drained out blond. He was exhausted as well. Aiesha took her shower and then helped Jeffery to dress, pack and prepare to leave the Palace. The signed contracts had arrived earlier with the eunuch and were stowed in Jeffery's briefcase. 

The flight home was a repeat of the flight in with Aiesha fully attentive to Jeffery's needs but Jeffery was in less need of stress relief. They had the raw materials, the customers, the equipment and the CAD programming. The car was in production and the financing secure. What could possibly stress him now?



Total Woman Industries 06



The captain's voice came over the cabin annunciators of the TWI Gulfstream G4. "Sir, the tower just informed us that the air hostess's car has passed security and she will arrive shortly. However, we're late and have missed our takeoff slot. We are at ground stop for at least an hour. We will try to make up the time inflight but no guarantees."

GODDAMMIT!

Sheldon was angry. Krista had arranged Svetlana, his host national guide and interpreter, to accompany him on this trip to Sweden. He needed to inspect the fabrication facility. Things were running smoothly at the plant but Sheldon was a stickler for precise results. There was always room for procedural improvement and production efficiency. He was a hard man to please and this delay was intolerable.

A white limousine pulled beside the plane and before it stopped, a rear door flew open and a tall buxom blonde in high heels and a tight abbreviated air hostess suit piled out. She grabbed her valise and loped towards the plane's folding gangway. The pale blue fabric struggled to restrain the exaggerated bounce of her breasts. She clamored up the steps and stooped her statuesque body through the hatch. She dropped the valise and closed the hatch. All secured, she transited the aisle toward the rear of the plane, trying hard to look nonchalant. Sheldon was seated at the executive workstation glaring at her.

Seeing Sheldon's stern look, she stuttered out "Sorry, sir, there was traffic and the driver went to the wrong gate and ....." She tapered off as Sheldon's face took on a sneer.

"I don't like excuses. We're at ground stop because of your unpunctuality. Get your things stowed away and bring me something to snack on."

Svetlana hurried to the galley and returned quickly with some fruit juice and a cheese and cracker platter. Sheldon sipped his juice and fumed. He picked at the cheese but it was unappealing to him. He was so worked up he was starting to get a tension headache. It was bad enough that they were stuck on the apron but he would not get much done at the workstation in this tense mood. Relief was required.

Svetlana waited at his side for any further requirements. Sheldon had requirements. He stood and faced her. He silently reached out and began unbuttoning Svetlana's uniform jacket. Three buttons later, he pushed the jacket over her shoulders and yanked the sleeves off her arms, throwing the jacket towards the back of the cabin. He picked at the top two blouse buttons but they gave him difficulty. Frustrated, he grabbed the labels and ripped out and down, tearing the thin fabric as it swept down her arms. He yanked it off her wrists and threw it towards the jacket. The bra was front closure. This clasp he popped open easily. He spun her by the shoulders facing away and took hold of the shoulder straps in his fists. He felt Svetlana tense up and quiver.

Sheldon took a deep breath and paused. He realized he was losing control of his temper and that was not his way. Gently, he lifted the bra straps and glided them off her arms. Dropping the fabric to the floor, Sheldon reached around and palmed Svetlana's globes, crossing over her chest to hold her right tit in his left hand and vice versa. He drew her back against him and bit gently on her trapezia muscle. He squeezed her boobs and thumbed her nipples.

Svetlana physically relaxed and Sheldon appreciated her recognition of his change in behavior. She knew her stuff. She rested her straight blond head back against his shoulder and rubbed his cheek with hers. She twisted her face to his and he kissed her, not deeply, just a sideways smooch. He released his tight hold on her body and turned her by her shoulders to face him. His first sight of her chest was awe inspiring. Cheese and crackers? Hell no. Here was an appealing snack he could feast on.

Sheldon leaned in and tongue lashed one nipple, then the other. Svetlana cradled his head to her bosom, thankful his ostensible anger had passed. She fingered the hairs on the back of his head. Her nipples were sensitive and the nubs responded to his attention. Sheldon bit the morsels lightly and used this hold to move her breasts back and forth, testing their resiliency. Svetlana's tits were a perfect combination of plumpness and liquidity.

Svetlana waited for his next move. Sheldon freed the nubs and leaned back. Svetlana took the opportunity to kneel. She worked at his buckle and zipper, dropping his pants and briefs in one swoop. Krista had briefed Svetlana about Sheldon's size and Krista had told the truth. Half hard, it was still larger than the many others she was acquainted with. 

Svetlana stroked the tumescent meat. Sheldon looked at the top of her head, the straight blond hair falling in cascades down her back. He liked the way it flickered in waves and rolls when she moved. Svetlana leaned in and kissed his tip and rubbed faster. Sheldon was becoming impatient. His anger was not abated, just controlled. It was time to get on with the show.

Sheldon pushed her back. Svetlana looked up. Sheldon pushed her harder and she fell back on the carpet. He dropped between her thighs and pulled at her skirt. It was bound between the carpet and her butt, tight on her ass. She was a tall woman and well proportioned. She lifted her ass and he pushed her skirt to her waist. Her thong covered crotch came into view. Sheldon didn't know if he should have expected her to being wearing panties or not. He hooked a finger under the crotch and pulled it aside. Laying over her, he positioned himself and pushed for entry. He made it half way in the first stroke, drew back and pushed all the way in.

Svetlana let out an exclamation and then stifled it. Sheldon paused to let her accommodate his size and then impatiently pounded away. He knew he ought to be gentle but he was really worked up. He stroked hard, wanting to cum and get the tension out. As he pumped, his chest lay on hers, rolling her generous boobs between them. Finally, Sheldon got what Sheldon wanted. He blew sperm up her tube, letting his tension out. He lay still, breathing deeply, gaining back his senses. Sheldon rose, sitting back. He looked at Svetlana still lying on her back, thighs spread open, cunt exposed. 

"After we're airborne, I want a massage. I hear you're good at that. Thanks for being so obliging now. I am having a hard day."

Svetlana rose and helped Sheldon up. She put his cock away in his pants for now. Later, before the massage, she would get him into more comfortable lounge wear. And maybe get more of his tension out; she was good at that.

Later, Svetlana heard Sheldon bawling someone out over the SATphone. She retreated to the galley area to retrieve her massage paraphernalia and lounging clothes for Sheldon. She stripped down and donned a towel wrap tucked over her boobs and extending to her thighs. Sheldon was off the SATphone now and noted the approaching Svetlana's casual attire. He remembered his earlier request for a massage and loved her timing. She helped him undress and put his clothes away in a locker. Sheldon lay face down naked on a special massage table built into the aircraft cabin especially for these occasions. 

Svetlana poured coconut oil in her hands and started by kneading Sheldon's toes, bending and cracking the joints. She mashed hard on the soles of his feet. His calf muscles succumbed to her hands next. The backs of his thighs and lower butt, the largest muscles on the body, took some time to loosen up. But under Svetlana's expertise, loosen they did. Sheldon admired her capabilities; Krista always chose wisely.

Svetlana stroked his back, discovering and banishing some pesky knots in his shoulders. The triceps were relatively easy after that. She gripped and squeezed his neck muscles. Her fingers rolled his scalp around which she knew reflected a nerve response in the groin. That got her first moan from Sheldon. 

Svetlana asked Sheldon to roll over. She placed a warm, moist folded cloth over his eyes. She was a little disappointed to see that he wasn't a bit hard in the target area, not a bit. His cock just lay there relaxed. Svetlana rerolled his scalp and watched. Sheldon twitched. So his nerve reflexes worked as they should. She just needed to work as she should. She rubbed his trapezia muscles. She rubbed his chest, fingering his nipples. She played a little with his navel, poking a finger and wiggling it. Sheldon twitched again, another reflected nerve response. He was coming around, the semi-hardness pointing northerly and growing stronger.

She briefly wiped a single hand stroke across it, letting Sheldon know she knew it was there, but he would have to wait a little longer. The thighs front thighs were almost as large as the rear muscles and she lingered there, working the tissue. The front calves are mostly bone, nothing much to do there. She gave his toes another flexible run. Well, at least the nerve reflection was working; he finally stood long and firm.

Svetlana climbed onto the table, straddling Sheldon's knees and dropping her towel on the floor. She leaned over and rubbed her breasts liberally on his groin. Her straight blond hair swept his torso. She lined up and pressed her boobs together around Sheldon's shaft. Svetlana stroked fore and aft, the sweat sheen from her prior manipulation of Sheldon's body supplying the lubrication. Sheldon grunted. She sat up and retrieved the coconut oil. Her oiled hands grasped Sheldon's cock and stroked. 

Sheldon was making little moans now. Svetlana varied the rhythm, length and grip pressure, responding to Jeffry's varied noises as selections of which method he liked. After inventorying his tastes, she applied the top three vote getters in succession, rotating back to the beginning in turn. Sheldon was breathing easy but deeper and deeper as time passed. Svetlana continued, gauging his excitement by the vitality of his exhales. He was approaching his peak. She held him with one hand and used the other to remove his scented eye shield. Svetlana fixed her blue eyes on his brown ones, Sheldon returning the gaze. Finally, he had to close his eyes to howl as he spurted white essence on his belly and dribbled the last bits on her stroking hand. 

Sheldon dozed after Svetlana cleaned him up. She laid a towel over his resting body and sat in a seat facing him, waiting for him to wake. She was glad to see him sleep. She was concerned with his health, all the stress. She liked these little interludes between her commercial flights. The money was good and the accommodations better than the packed pens the commercial airlines flew. 

Sheldon stirred. Svetlana stood by his side as he woke. His terrycloth inflight loungewear waited. Sheldon returned to his onboard executive work station. Hours later, when the captain announced they were less than an hour from touchdown, Sheldon realized he had completed all the work he had for this flight. Despite the delay and timeouts, Svetlana had gotten him in a proper state of mind and he was working efficiently again. He must convey that to Krista. She should be pleased with her selection of guide and interpreter for this trip.

The jet taxied to the VIP terminal in Stockholm. Customs and immigration was no problem. The TWI limousine whisked them to the TWI fabrication facility. Sheldon spent the rest of the day walking the factory floor. He avoided conference rooms, where subordinates droned descriptions of Powerpoint presentations. He didn't pay them to prepare Powerpoints; he paid them to monitor and care for the precious robots that built his fine quality cars.

The factory was sited in Sweden because that was the world's nexus of resources, brains and climate best suited for manufacturing. There were unending mines and forests, hydroelectricity and ports. The long winters meant people had to find gainful indoor employment, the perfect motive to perfect first-rate fabrication and manufacturing technologies. They got very good at it. Their talents were enhanced, not replaced, by the advanced robot and CAD processes. Sheldon found some areas of the line that could be improved. He was the planet's premiere expert on this system. He expected to find ways to fine tune the line but otherwise he was very contented with what he found.

At the end of the day, he retired to his hotel. Svetlana unpacked their cases and arranged the luxury room. The dining room served them a superb meal. Afterwards, Svetlana and Sheldon returned to their luxury room with its private sauna. In Scandinavian winters, a regular sauna was expected and welcome. Sheldon found the heat invigorating and his sauna mate inspiring. Svetlana had taken care of Sheldon's needs all during the flight without regard for her own. Now that the trip was turning positive, she hoped for some consideration. 

The sauna timer dinged, the heat beginning to recede. Svetlana crawled over to lay sideways to Sheldon, sprawled on a wide bench. She laid her head on his chest. He laid his hand on her chest, or rather on the mounds of soft breast mounted there. He lazily dabbled with her nipples and the erect nubs. Svetlana reached back and ran a finger pad along Sheldon's cock vein. Neither spoke, just letting the internal heat build as the external heat dissipated. Sheldon became hard. Svetlana got up and straddled his cock. She tented her cunt lips over his rigidity and rubbed his length with her gash, treating them both to smooth, moist friction.

Svetlana closed her eyes and concentrated on the sensations. Sheldon lay still and let her use him, though it was a consensual use. Her lower lips swelled and got very wet. She coated Sheldon with her musk. Svetlana was ready. She cruised up his shaft until the bow bobbed against her port. She docked it with her lips, hands free. Pushing down, her hyper lubricated channel took him in. Svetlana pulled up and pushed down, Sheldon stayed still, letting Svetlana set the course. She was taking care of them both and Sheldon was happy to ride her rolling waves. On the flight Svetlana had found Sheldon's favorite methods and she tried to mix in a few along with the ones she liked. 

Apparently, Svetlana had a good memory because her methods were working. Svetlana felt her core beginning to clench in that familiar and desired way. Sheldon's face was flush and his ears rosy. Svetlana turned her concentration inward and moved to her own spirit. Sheldon was along for the ride: if he wanted to cum, so be it but this was her turn. As her turn finally arrived, Svetlana breathed a moan, then a gasp, a cry and, last but not least, threw her head back and wailed. Sheldon felt her tube tighten on him and joined her in noisy celebration, spouting his sperm deep in her womb. Svetlana collapsed forward, laying her weight on Sheldon's body. She wiggled dreamily, giving Sheldon a wonderful squishy chest massage with her tits, a chance for him to take an inspection tour of her body. He was contented with what he found.

The next day's flight home was relatively uneventful. Svetlana kept Jeffery unstressed with a blowjob, a hand job and fucked him twice, once missionary and once cowgirl with Sheldon pinching her nipples unduly hard but it helped her come hard. It was a successful journey for everyone. The future for Total Woman Industries was looking up.