0 comments/ 7873 views/ 2 favorites Total Woman Requests 01 By: bhuff Mrs. Rush reviewed the TWR Final Request Voucher. It looked to be in order: the Pledge Contributor's Requested Scenario, TWA Security's Clearances for Scenario Participants, Electronic Funds Transfer Authorization and the Confirmed Venue Schedule. All Total Woman Academy Pledge Contributors (PC's) had discretionary use of the Total Woman Academy Graduate Network. TWA graduates donated their time and talents to events that contributed their earnings to the TWA Alumni Fund. The graduates volunteered for assignments at exclusive TWA Health Clinics and Resorts. Total Woman Requests offered the graduates additional volunteer assignments in unusual places and settings. All assignments offered abundant opportunities for graduates to refine their unique talents. This Pledge Contributor had requested a fantasy for his unsuspecting colleague, his gnome-like tax lawyer and investment advisor in New York. The banker was a financial genius and persistently grew the Pledge Contributor's wealth. The PC wanted to show his special appreciation but anonymously. Mrs. Rush scrawled her approval on the Voucher form and handed it to her secretary. The fantasy was underway..... --------------------------------------------- Allan hurried down the sidewalk. The middle-aged pudgy bachelor turned on the sidewalk and looked at himself in the mirrored glass curtain wall. He adjusted his bowtie and smoothed the tuxedo jacket reflected in the smoked glass wall one more time. Allan's best client (ever) had insisted that he meet this potential investor, a widow needing his expert financial counsel. He assumed the spinster was more comfortable keeping a formal professional atmosphere with her consultants, thus the tuxedo. Still nervous, he acknowledged the doorman as he entered the downtown luxury hotel. The lobby was audaciously brilliant with ornate lights, shining brass features and a soaring atrium. Allan gazed upward. The atrium ended high against the skyscraper's crown; the luxurious accommodations were stacked at least 50 stories high. The pretty little cocktail hostess found his name on her list and led him to his appointment. Allan was preoccupied as he trailed behind the snug cocktail dress covering the hostess's fine ass. After the appointment, he might seek relief elsewhere on the town. The hostess stopped beside a linen-covered table and pointed out his party. Allan gawked. The 'widow' was a buxom Nordic goddess swathed tightly in a chic evening dress. She stood and Allan saw her toned leg peek through the waist-high slit in the floor-length gown. As she extended her hand, her generous breasts rolled unconstrained beneath her low cut bodice. "Allan, I presume. How do you do? I am so excited to meet you. Our mutual acquaintance speaks so highly of you. Please sit down. Would you care for a drink?" Allan stood dumbfounded but recovered enough to release her hand and find his seat. "Yes, a martini, please." The widow nodded to the hostess who departed to render the service. "Well, you know my name is Allan, but I didn't catch yours." "Gretchen. My name is Gretchen. I am Norwegian and make my home in Oslo. I have interests in America and I make it a habit to visit here when I can." The waitress returned with Allan's drink. "So, Allan, do you live in New York City?" "Yes, I'm a life-long resident; private high school, then NYU. Career based at Wall Street ever since." Gretchen and Allan chatted until they found common ground with their mutual affection for off-Broadway shows, dinner theatres and other nightlife. Gretchen talked about European attractions but Allan was not as conversant with those. "Allan, do you travel much?" "I don't get out of the city very often. I have seen Cancun and Las Vegas. But my work keeps me busy and New York has lots of fine attractions." "Yes, I find New York very attractive as well. But Norway has a lot of beauty. We Norwegians boast of many beautiful views to enjoy. If our collaboration looks fruitful, I promise to arrange a Nordic setting that you can explore very soon. I could show you some wonderful sights and intercultural treasures." The alcohol and conversation had Allan more comfortable with this blonde vision before him. He leaned his head in and took a professional posture. Gretchen had opened the door to using his services. "Our mutual acquaintance said you wanted to discuss my potential as your financial advisor. What kind of assets do you need managed?" "Allan, I prefer not to discuss that in public. Let's adjourn to someplace private where we can talk without being disturbed or overheard. I am staying in the penthouse suite. It has a lovely view and plenty of privacy for our dealings. I haven't had dinner. We can order room service and you can peruse my portfolio of assets after we eat." Gretchen signaled the waitress, ordered the chef's special for two and asked that it be delivered to her suite. The waitress said the meal would be delivered to the penthouse in 30 minutes. "Well then, Allan, let's finish our drinks and attend to our affairs upstairs." They strolled from the lounge. Gretchen swiped her keycard through the elevator's access reader. They rode the atrium elevator non-stop to the penthouse. Allan scanned his potential new client in the crystal compartment's mirrors. Gretchen was almost his height in her heels, although he wasn't overly tall. Her hips and breasts were generous; her midsection narrow. Her cleavage was magnificently revealed by the evening gown's clenching, uplifting bodice. Her stylish blonde coiffure touched her shoulders. Her jewelry glittered in the cheery lights. Her makeup was perfect. Her perfume was floral and exotic. The elevator topped out and glided to a halt. The doors opened to a plush vestibule surrounded by four suite doors. Gretchen carded one and it granted them access. Allan entered her luxurious chamber with its fine fixtures and furnishings. Their dinner was already set on a table next to the gossamer curtained window. The view over the city was fantastic; scattered dots of light carpeted the ground to the horizon. These accommodations never came cheap and Allan had a growing keenness to study Gretchen's assets. Gretchen accompanied Allan to the table where they continued to chat as they ate the delicious cuisine. As they sat sipping coffee, Allan finally worked the conversation around again to his services. "Gretchen, I would love to see your assortment of assets. I think we should begin with a general overview of your wealth." "Certainly, Allan, I am ready to show you what I have." She stood and unzipped the back of her gown. Her bodice fell away from her large round dark-nippled breasts. "How's this overview, Allan?" Allan choked on his last swig of coffee. Gretchen stepped to him quickly in case he stopped breathing. She put a hand on his shoulder. Allan recovered to face the finest set of boobs he had ever seen. Moving onward, Gretchen pulled Allan's bowtie off and opened his top shirt button. She took his hands and lifted him to stand before her. "I am a very guarded business woman. I want to be sure that my counselors have the capacity to totally service my needs." Gretchen continued her labors lower, opening his shirt, then his belt, then his zipper. She pushed Allan's shirt off his shoulders and his pants down his legs. Next went the shoes and sox until Allan wore only his boxer shorts. Allan stood still and let her work. This was the most extraordinary client interview he had ever experienced but he was intrigued by the direction it was headed. He remembered the cliché phrase 'the customer is always right' and in this instance he was inclined to agree. Finished for now with prepping Allan, Gretchen placed his hands on her bare breasts and lent her own hands in a demonstration of the ways she liked to be cupped, rubbed, kneaded, fondled and caressed. Allan was an apt pupil and learned her 'likes' quickly. They were completely in accord with his likes. For Gretchen, this evening's meeting was proceeding as envisioned and planned. She embarked on the next topic of the itinerary. Having delegated her tit manipulations to capable hands, Gretchen dropped the rest of her dress to the floor and was left wearing thigh high stockings, high heels, face makeup and jewelry. Allan was so enthralled in his man-handling of Gretchen's magnificent chest orbs that he was startled when she stooped down and away from his grasp. That was when he perceived Gretchen's practical near nudity. Then he perceived her hands tugging his briefs off. Lastly, he perceived Gretchen's cherry glossed lips kiss the knob of his half hard cock and her grainy tongue swipe a lick along the underside of his shaft. Allan was becoming very perceptive. But Allan was also becoming wobbly. He wavered and Gretchen quickly steadied him and seated him into his chair. Allan clutched the arm rests to regain his equilibrium. Suitably recovered, Allan compliantly let Gretchen kneel between his legs and recommence her assessment of his capacities. She efficiently scooped his cock onto her extended tongue and absorbed it past her lips into her warm mouth. She lapped its length as she lazily bobbed on the tube. Allan liked the feel and laid his head back, closing his eyes to focus his attention on his sensitized dick. Gretchen continued a steady drill. Allan began to moan, his deepening breathes were swelling his chest. When his breaths were almost hyper-ventilations, he opened his eyes and looked down at the blonde haired head plowing up and down at his groin. Gretchen kept pace as her crystal blue eyes tilted up and locked gaze with Allan. He called out as he blew his first rope of sperm to the back of Gretchen's mouth. He believed he saw a sly grin of approval curl on Gretchen's lips. The following ropes accumulated in an oral pool before Gretchen deep throated him and swallowed his spunk past the constricting bulk. Allan laid his head back again and closed his eyes. Gretchen cat-lapped his deflating erection until it lay limp over his ball sack. Gretchen arose. "I think our first analysis shows promise. Let take a break and then spread out in a more spacious working area and further examine my assets." -------------------- Allan woke from his siesta lying naked in bed beside an equally naked Gretchen. He felt refreshed from the short rest. Gretchen was laying face up, her breasts mounded on her chest, her flat stomach bowed down to her compact hips framing her shaved pussy. Allan looked puzzled. "Are investment consultations in Norway usually as exhilarating as this?" "Not always, but I try to keep them interesting. Did you find our negotiations interesting?" "Yes. And I would be delighted to have even more revealing conversations with you. Maybe I could come to Norway and see those sights you promised me." "We don't have to travel so far. I can show you the delights of Norway right here and now." Gretchen cupped her bare breasts into twin crests on her chest. "For example, we have big billowy mountains like these that yearn for skiing tourists to glide across their summits and slopes, exploring every nook and cranny." Her hands moved slowly down her belly to rest beside her shaved cunt. "We have flat valleys leading to narrow misty fjords begging to be probed and explored." Gretchen's hand moved over and surrounded Allan's cock. "And we welcome bulky loaded vessels that navigate the full length of those fjords until they berth in the deepest recesses to disgorge their valuable aquatic treasures and discharge the seamen that ride the surging waves." Gretchen's hand stayed connected as Allan soared atop the Nordic landscape. His face floated down to her nipples. Allan expended long moments satiating her yearning for a tongue to ski the summits and slopes, explore the nooks and crannies of her plump round mounts. He kissed his way down the valley of her abdomen with its bellybutton grotto. He piloted his lips to the gateway of her narrow misty fjord. Carefully scouting the topography with tongue patrols, Allan satisfied himself that the cove's ebbs and flows were advantageous for entrance. Allan rose and positioned his bulky vessel for entry and propelled straight into the welcoming haven. He probed deep again and again, seeking safe harbor for his valuable aquatic treasures and seamen. He took his time, fathoming every quay and hollow along the route, enjoying the thrill of discovering and conquering this mysterious unmapped territory. Allan's dwindling bunker of sexual fuel and his faltering grasp on restraint forced him to finally seek safe harbor for his cargo. He discharged his payload at the furthest point with a roar of delight. He was ecstatic to be mentally cruising in beautiful Norway while he was firmly anchored in a beautiful Norwegian in New York. Gretchen steered his attention back to her presence and when his anchor slipped out, she rolled him on his side and posed him for more rest. The lights of the city and glow of the moon softly illuminated the room through the sheer curtains. Allan fell asleep in Gretchen's swaddling arms and legs. -------------------- Allan dreamed. Gretchen was caressing him everywhere but varying the spots at random. His skin tingled with anticipation for her next touch point. His cock was hard as a rock, a stalagmite sex organ. He whispered her name. The mattress tilted him awake. Gretchen was moving him onto his back. His cock really was hard as a rock. "Sorry to disturb you but you were apparently dreaming and moaning my name. When I saw you were fully aroused, I didn't want the prospect of more cultural exchanges to pass us by. You're probably tired. Relax, lay still but try to stay focused and firm for me. I'll do the rest. " Gretchen rose up and straddled Allan's hips. She levered up his cock and descended her slick vagina over him. Adjusting her position to a better angle, Gretchen power stroked Allan's prick. The sensations to Allan were very good but apparently even better for Gretchen. She was moaning loudly. Allan had not heard her vocalize her excitement before now. It occurred to him that throughout the evening, he had cum twice and Gretchen not at all. He felt a little selfish and quietly resolved to end the pleasure imbalance. Allan wanted to stay hard for as long as it was necessary for Gretchen to reach her own ecstasy. Gretchen pumped harder and moaned louder. At last her back arched and she shrilled out a cry skyward as vibrations shook her body. Allan was proud of his manful fortitude. Gretchen rested for a moment and then to Allan's amazement, started the pumping action again. He gripped the sheets and focused on maintaining his erection as Gretchen ascended her sensual gradient and sang her siren song again from the summit. She rested a little longer this time before recommencing the strokes. Allan was freshly excited and titillated with her aspiration for yet another orgasm on his cock. He was having no trouble maintaining his erection; his new worry was closing the session too soon with a premature orgasm. Gretchen had been gazing dreamily into the distance through closed eyes as she achieved her first and second peak. Now she braced her hands on his chest as she looked Allan in the eyes. "It's okay if you join me on this one. Thank you for being a real gentleman and letting me have my turns. Let's make this one the best one yet." Allan was agreeable to that suggestion. He jogged his hips to signal Gretchen to start. She changed the rhythm of the strokes, rolling her hips, bushing her clitoris on him, sliding fore and back, side to side, every variation of movement she could employ to lather his cock around in her cunt. The desired result arrived and Allan felt his semen rush up his sperm tube and out into Gretchen's tight box. She felt it too and it set off her third consecutive orgasm, her biggest one yet. Her wild panting and spasms sent vibrations along Allan's embedded erection and prolonged his scintillating sensations. When Gretchen stopped panting and shaking, she looked down, carefully extracted Allan and then fell to his side. They spooned, Gretchen's soft, full boobs mashed into Allan's back, her arms hugging his chest and shoulders, her blonde coif tickling his neck when she bussed his ears. Satiated, knowing that he wasn't going to be able to fuck again soon, Allan thought ahead to tomorrow and his office schedule. He tilted his head back towards Gretchen. "Can we begin to really review your financial portfolio in the morning? I love our preliminary affairs but I do want to help you manage your finances. Will I get what I need to understand your capital position?" Gretchen shushed him mildly with a delicate finger caress to his lips. She hugged him tighter and rolled her mushed boobs on his back. "Shhhh...rest now, darling, the morning will be here soon enough. I promise you will have all the relevant information needed to understand my position and your role in my endeavors." Allan decided to leave it alone until morning. This was one client prospect he intended to cajole ad infinitum if that's what it took. The consulting fees would be attractive but the perks were simply irresistible. He dozed off contented and gratified. -------------------- Allan awoke with dawn's sunlight splashing across his face. Gretchen was not in the bed. He sat up and scanned the room but she wasn't there. He saw the ivory parchment envelop on her pillow. It was addressed to 'Allan' with a lipstick smooch beneath his name. Maybe she had gone to breakfast and wanted him to meet her there. He opened and read the calligraphic message. ALLAN, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BUDDY, FROM YOUR BEST CLIENT. I understand the reality of this message is going to be a downer after such a potent encounter with Gretchen but I am in awe of your years of service and the wealth you have helped me accumulate. Words and money alone could not adequately express my admiration. I like actions. So...I arranged this more suitable reward. I hope you liked it and will forgive my subterfuge. But, hey, how would you like to continue this birthday party? Let's make a deal. - Do a GOOD job with my money over the coming year and you can look forward to a similar birthday present next year. - Do a GREAT job with my money over the coming year and you can look forward to spending your birthday on a weeklong tour of Norway. Guess who could be your tour guide? I hear there are many marvels to see in Norway...but you have to leave the hotel suite. Or not... So, stay very focused on MY best interests and you'll find me very focused on YOURS. GRATEFULLY, YOUR BEST CLIENT (EVER!) ---------------------------------------------- Allan let the transient disappointment at Gretchen's departure wash over him. He had truly enjoyed his fantastic night with this exceptional woman. And his best client was always true to his word. Allan's opportunity to get another date with Gretchen, incredibly, an overseas week-long date, was firmly in his control. Allan was more determined than ever to prove to his best client that he was a fiscal wizard. When he did, his reward would be a week with Gretchen, who had already proved to Allan that she was a sexual wizard. Time to go to work and get results! Birthdays can creep up on you before you know it. Total Woman Requests 02 Mrs. Rush reviewed the TWR Final Request Voucher. It looked to be in order: the Pledge Contributor's Requested Scenario, TWA Security's Clearances for Scenario Participants, Electronic Funds Transfer Authorization and the Confirmed Venue Schedule. All Total Woman Academy Pledge Contributors (PC's) had discretionary use of the Total Woman Academy Graduate Network. TWA graduates donated their time and talents to events that contributed their earnings to the TWA Alumni Fund. The graduates volunteered for assignments at exclusive TWA Health Clinics and Resorts. Total Woman Requests offered the graduates additional volunteer assignments in unusual places and settings. All assignments offered abundant opportunities for graduates to refine their unique talents. This Pledge Contributor had requested a topless beach weekend adventure for his brother. The brother suspected something was up but had agreed to play along. Mrs. Rush scrawled her approval on the Voucher form and handed it to her secretary. The fantasy was underway..... ------------------------------------------- Boyd sucked in his gut as he strolled along the beach edge, the surf occasionally wetting his sandaled feet. The sun drenched the sand and broiled off the bucketfuls of suntan oil lathered on the near naked bronzing bodies. It was New Year's Eve at South Beach. Boyd strolled the entire length of the beach seeking out the topless section where he had been directed to meet his hostess and tour guide for the weekend. He knew he was closer to the meeting point as a greater abundance of exposed female nipples dotted the crowds. Holding his hand over his brow to block the sun's glare, he scanned west onto the landward beach expanse searching for his contact. Boyd spied an arm waving him toward the center of the packed group of bodies. As he picked his path between the sunbathers, he saw that the arm was attached to a lithe brown female with long dark hair and a green thong bikini bottom. Her modest uncovered breasts danced as she waved. Boyd waved a delusory acknowledgement and continued picking his way past the numerous semi-naked males and females dozing in the afternoon rays. Closing in on the beckoning woman, he heard her ask "Are you Boyd?" Boyd nodded and took her extended handshake. Her boobs shook modestly in time with the motions of the greeting. "You're here at last. I'm Fabianna, your hostess. I was afraid you had been detained by business or changed your mind about coming. It would have been a sad New Year's Eve if our date stood us up!" Boyd gave a puzzled look. Fabianna's arm swept across a group of three similarly semi-dressed females sunbathing on the beach towels arrayed around her. "I hope you don't mind. I know you were expecting only me but at the last minute my three sisters showed up. Can they join us? They promise not to be a nuisance." On that pronouncement, the three prone women turned their attention to Boyd in keen hope that he would accept the modified circumstances. Boyd was not sure what to say. As Boyd hesitated, one of the three sisters spoke up, filling the uncomfortable silence. "We promise to be good, real good. Please.....can we come along?" Sensing their apprehension and their commitment to behaving, Boyd agreed. "Okay...I guess that will be alright." All three girls donned broad smiles and relaxed back into their towels. Fabianna was still holding Boyd's hand and she clasped it in both of hers. "Thank you, Boyd, you're a real sport. Since they will be joining us, I think introductions are in order. You know me, Fabianna, as your primary hostess. I am the oldest of four sisters. Our mother is a graduate of an extraordinary college academy and after we each finished high school, she enrolled us there as well. The curriculum is unique and comprehensive. I graduated recently. Two of my sisters are seniors and the third is a junior. "These two are Fedicia and Fidelia, the twins, seniors at the Academy. There is Fortuna, our baby sister; she's only a junior." Boyd acknowledged each in turn. They invited him to sit in the center as they began chatting about themselves. Boyd was enthralled by the bounty of bronzed nubile flesh surrounding him. The girls had been coming to South Beach for years and though financially secure with their parents accumulated wealth, they still enjoyed taking small artistic and marketing jobs in the area to fill the down time. Fabianna fulfilled these TWR hostess assignments. Fortuna, the baby sister, liked to dance in exotic costumes in the Carnival samba parades. The twins, Fedicia and Fidelia, found gigs as product display models or waitresses. They operated separately or sometimes functioned as teams. All the sisters were involved in promoting a unique line of fruity scented suntan products. That was their paramount interest at the moment. They hoped to purge the beach of the ubiquitous odor of pineapple and coconut. They preferred that combination in their nightclub pina coladas. Boyd smelled the different fruit aromas emanating from their well-oiled bodies. He saw plastic bottles of dissimilar colors lying near each woman. Fedelia spoke first. "Boyd, could you help me re-apply my suntan lotion?" The other girls picked up the chorus. "Me,too! Yah, me, three!" Boyd was overwhelmed by the multiple appeals for assistance and didn't know where to begin. Fabianna intervened and organized the group in order: youngest to oldest. Boyd knee walked to Fortuna where she lay face down on her beach towel. Her lotion bottle showed a picture of an orange. Boyd filled his hand with a generous dollop and began at her calves. He spread the orange tinted balm up and down her legs. He mischievously dwelt a long time on coating her pert ass cheeks. Fortuna arranged her hair in a roll pulled to the side and Boyd finished lathering her back and neck. With that, Fortuna rolled over and, except for her tiny thong, gave Boyd a full frontal nudity view. Boyd recovered his composure and recommenced at her calves. He worked up her legs to her abdomen, skipped her upper chest and glazed her neck and lightly daubed her face. Boyd leaned back. Fortuna giggled and said, "You missed the most important place!" She grabbed his wrists and used his palms like spatulas to frost her boobs. The others tittered at the joke. As a good hostess should, Fabianna rescued Boyd again. She wiped the excess orange lotion from his hands and moved him to Felicia. Felicia's preference was a lime scented concoction. Boyd repeated the two sided process, hesitating only a moment before surging ahead on the 'most important place'. Felicia smiled at Boyd's new found confidence and wiggled her shoulders in time with his swipes to encourage his tit play. Fabianna cleaned the excess lime oil from Boyd's hands and guided him to his third duty station, Fidelia, the other twin. She liked mango. Boyd was becoming fond of any flavor that made the girls happy. Fidelia received Boyd's full treatment and lay quiescent as he loitered during the last step. After thoroughly covering the spongy orbs, Boyd used his thumb pads to circle her nipples. The nubs grew tall and prominent atop her mounds. He plucked at them and Fidelia released a low moan behind closed eyes. Boyd left off the chore before he lost his own composure. Fabianna retrieved her own favorite: apricot. She helped Boyd stand up beside her and raised her hair, inviting Boyd to spread the balm all over her thong-only clad body. He worked the salve into her supple tanned skin. He spent oodles of time and energy massaging her ass and boobs, faithful to performing a flawless job. Boyd looked peripherally at the dozens of tanning bodies in the immediate area. No one paid them any attention. The girls reciprocated, each giving Boyd a sample of their particular fragrance on a different limb or torso area. When they were done, Boyd realized he smelled like a fruit cocktail. They spent the rest of the afternoon chatting and dozing until sundown brought its daily end to the beach scene. Gathering the seaside paraphernalia, they retired to their nearby art deco hotel suites to prepare for a night on the town. -------------------- Boyd was casually dressed in a white linen shirt, lightweight khakis and sockless loafers. Fabianna sat across the table at the Ocean Drive sidewalk table. She was wearing a knockout pastel cocktail dress and stiletto heels. They were surrounded by similarly garbed revelers crowding the avenue-turned-pedestrian-way for this biggest party night of the year. The food was typically fabulous for this playground of the rich and famous. The younger sisters had departed for their own ventures. The twins were working the crowds, distributing samples and marketing their fruity sunblocks. Fortuna had gone off to prepare for her dance in a samba parade scheduled to strut down Ocean Drive later this evening. Boyd and Fabianna relaxed over dinner, conserving their energies. It was prudent to start slow in this long evening that would stretch well past the midnight fireworks show. A commotion up the street got their attention. Drums rattled and whistles pieced the air. The samba parade was making it slow way down the blocked off street. Boyd could see the mass of the crowd move back as the obscured bodies of a dozen samba dancers processed through it. Their costume headdresses bobbed and weaved above the crowd, marking their progress. Eventually, the traditional regalia drew nigh and Boyd saw Fortuna amidst the action. Every part of her body was moving in time with the music. Her high heeled legs stepped and twisted, causing her nylon covered ass to wiggle adorably. Her stomach was taut and rippled as she moved. Her tits were buoyed by the jeweled bra straining to hold its jiggling payload. The feathered headdress quivered in the night air. Boyd was impressed with her skills and his cock stirred from the sensual display. The parade passed, the waitress brought their check and Fabianna steered Boyd to a nearby nightclub and their reserved circular booth in the corner. The drinks arrived just before the twins. They had distributed their samples and garnered a few orders. Their work for the evening was finished. Fabianna let them sit either side of Boyd who was stationed in the center of the cushioned booth. He smelled residual lime and mango on their skin. The night was still young but the alcohol was flowing liberally. Boyd was feeling a small buzz, just enough to dull his nerves. He was laughing at the sisters' jokes and generally enjoying the nightlife. From his seat he could see a few scantily clad patrons dancing on table tops. The music was peppy and the volume subdued, not bombarding his eardrums like cheaper venues. Through the crowd, he saw a familiar sight approaching. Fortuna had finished her dancing for the evening but she was still in costume, or as much of it as there was. She had dispensed with the headdress but retained the heels, jeweled bra and a short low-rider skirt barely covering her vulva. She walked with a bounce that jiggled everything and excitedly pranced the last distance as she spied Boyd and her sisters. "Did you see me dance? Did you like it? Was I the best one in the crew?" Boyd answered positive to all of her excited queries. Fortuna looked for a seat to join them in the booth but the spaces were full. Not to be denied, she crawled over the table and plopped herself in Boyd's lap. She hugged his neck and snickered as she jostled her supple boobs against his chest. "Last but not least! I'd say I got the best seat in the house!" The others groaned but laughed. Boyd got her adjusted comfortably on his legs and the group went on drinking and partying. Boyd was beginning to feel his liquor. He furtively brushed and fondled Fortuna's tits and butt whenever he sipped or replaced his drink on the table, trying to make it look accidental. The exchanged looks among the sisters judged the acts deliberate but the smiles and chortles passed a verdict of 'mutual consent'. Fortuna decided to dispense with the 'innocence' act. She could feel Boyd's erection under her thin clad bottom. She leaned over and whispered to her twin sisters, who nodded in conspiracy. Fortuna stood up and straddled Boyd's legs. Each twin grabbed one hand and arm and immobilized them to the side. Fortuna unbuckled Boyd's belt and downed his zipper, reached in and exposed his thick cock to the air conditioned air. Fortuna lowered her crotch to Boyd's extracted erection and parked her forehead against his. "Oh, your dick looks cold and lonely down there. Let's warm it up with some company." Fortuna touched his shaft with her warm lower lips. Boyd discovered that her pussy was uncovered beneath the abbreviated skirt: no panties and a pair of split crotch pantyhose. Fortuna tented his shaft and rubbed her oily folds along his length. "Does that feel better?" she asked. Boyd smelled her left over orange aroma. He closed his eyes and responded with a moan. Fortuna said "I'll take that as a 'Yes'" Fabianna coughed and the other sisters caught her signal to 'cool it' as other patrons were starting to notice something happening in the corner booth. Fortuna kissed Boyd and stood back. The twins helped fasten Boyd back in his pants. Boyd squinted through the alcohol and sexual fog he was submerged in. As an experienced hostess, Fabianna knew what to do. She scaled back Boyd's drinks and cued her sisters to contain their activities. Through the remaining time before the fireworks show, Boyd regained some stability. Close to midnight, Boyd and the sisters exited the nightclub onto the beach. They clustered together and watched the lighted clock click down to midnight. At exactly midnight, Fabianna embraced Boyd and gave him a traditional Happy New Year kiss. A kiss may have been traditional but this one was not conventional. She smothered his mouth with hers, licking his lips and tongue, offering passion and affection, all dedicated to conveying to Boyd her abundant joy with his presence here tonight. It was a spectacular start to a spectacular fireworks show. -------------------- Later in their hotel suite, Fabianna undressed Boyd and hung his clothes. He was seated naked in an easy chair. She went to the door. "I need to check on the girls. They have a room down the hall. Wait here. It won't be long." She doused the light. The window glowed with the colors of the nearby art deco hotel neon marquees. Soon, the door reopened and Boyd was surprised that it wasn't Fabianna. Fortuna stood in her samba ensemble. She approached his chair and straddled his legs just as she had done at the nightclub. "Let's pick up where we left off earlier." Boyd was agreeable but with a small modification. He loosed and removed her bra, throwing the offending scrap behind him. He filled his hands with bounteous tit flesh. Fortuna planted her forehead against his and smiled her concurrence to the alteration. Fortuna shuffled forward and Boyd was re-introduced to the oily soft lips which had been indecorously curfewed from his cock earlier in the evening. The introduction was more leisurely this time with plenty of time to get fully acquainted. Fortuna slid her tenting cunt lips up and back along his length. Boyd fondled her breasts as they played tongue tag. When Boyd was moaning from the sensations, Fortuna rose up, trapped his knob with her vaginal lips and stretched her pussy down over him, taking him inside. She smoothly rode him, setting an elongated rhythm that thrilled them both. Fortuna's nipples stiffened and Boyd rolled and pinched the nubs. Fortuna's cunt pulsed. He pinched again and she pulsed again. Boyd was exhilarated by the sensations and wanted to continue playing with the tit-cunt reflexes. But after a long evening of recurrent foreplay, he swooned and dumped his load deep in Fortuna's womb. She held his face to her breasts, enjoying his autonomic licking of her nipples. As he came back from his near stupor, she dismounted and led him to the bed. Laying him comfortably, she gave him a final kiss, then gathered her discarded bra and left the room. The colorful lights danced on the ceiling and walls. Boyd was still a bit dazed from his orgasm. His thoughts were disjointed and he craved the soothing influence of Fabianna. He was conflicted when the door opened and Fabianna again failed appear. There stood the twins, naked. His confliction turned to conviction as they climbed into his bed. One twin straddled his legs as the other straddled his chest. He smelled mangos. The far twin handled his cock, slowly but steadily, returning it to a useful condition. The near twin caressed his face and cooed. Boyd raised his arms and twiddled the near twin nipples as the far twin twiddled his knob. Her mission accomplished, the far twin said, "I'm think I'm ready to go down here." The near twin quipped "What took you so long? I've been ready to 'go' since this beau-hunk showed up on the beach!" The near twin slinked up and Boyd lowered his hands to palm her butt. She settled her shaved cunt lips against Boyd's oral lips. His tongue took a tentative lick and confirmed mangos. That would make his face twin Fidelia with the lime-loving Felicia preparing to mount his dick, which she proceeded to do. Unseen, he felt his rod swathed in warm moist flesh. Other than some hip jogs, there wasn't much he could do to enhance that action. Instead Boyd contemplated the job that directly confronted him. Boyd actually liked the taste of mangos. His tongue wiped up one pussy side then down the other enjoying the flavor. He centered up and struggled his tongue up the enclosed gash. Two fingers appeared and spread the encumbering outer lips away from the pink inner folds. They tasted strongly of mangos and Boyd figured the product line must include mango-flavored douche. The tri-mutual caresses continued for some time. Boyd was too tired to cum so soon after Fortuna but the twins had a rollicking good ride. Felicia came twice on Boyd's cock. Boyd could tell that Fidelia was approaching her second one. Her breathing was gusting again just like it had on her first one. Remarkably, Boyd felt an unexpected tingling in his toes that shot up his body, careened off his skull and ricocheted down to his balls. The nuggets compacted and Boyd shot a modest load of semen into Felicia. Felicia jumped as the unexpected volley hit her cervix. She 'ooh'ed and pressed down on his shaft. Fidelia heard her sister's reaction but already knew what was happening. She had felt Boyd tense and then shove his stiffened tongue into her hole. His head bobbed from his spasms, giving Felicia the last little bit she needed to achieve her own orgasm. The trio soared then floated to earth; in due course they disengaged their connections. The twins rose and got off the bed. Boyd lay exhausted. They pecked his cheeks and left the room. The door reopened and Boyd spirits were brightened when Fabianna entered. She crawled in beside him and whispered in his ear. "Were my sisters 'good, real good' like they promised?" "Yes...they kept their word." "I'm glad. Now that the preludes are done, you and I can take it from here." Boyd was almost whining as he said "Fabianna, I am worn out. I can't go again right now." Fabianna placed a finger on his lips, brushed his cheek and covered his eyes with her palm. She whispered to him. "Shhh...my darling, don't despair. The weekend is young and we have plenty of time ahead of us. Rest now, my handsome prince...just rest now...and we will see tomorrow if it can be my turn...until then, rest...sleep now...sleep..." Boyd melted into a slumber. Fabianna lay dutifully awake for a while until she was sure he was deep in dreamland. Then she closed her eyes and joined him, happy that this assignment was going so well. Total Woman Requests 03 Mrs. Rush reviewed the TWR Final Request Voucher. It looked to be in order: the Pledge Contributor's Requested Scenario, TWA Security's Clearances for Scenario Participants, Electronic Funds Transfer Authorization and the Confirmed Venue Schedule. All Total Woman Academy Pledge Contributors (PC's) had discretionary use of the Total Woman Academy Graduate Network. TWA graduates donated their time and talents to events that contributed their earnings to the TWA Alumni Fund. The graduates volunteered for assignments at exclusive TWA Health Clinics and Resorts. Total Woman Requests offered the graduates additional volunteer assignments in unusual places and settings. All assignments offered abundant opportunities for graduates to refine their unique talents. This Pledge Contributor had achieved a spectacular professional football career whereas his college roommate had contributed to society as a community college history teacher. His professional specialty was economic development of the old American West. A mountain resort town's pioneer museum was holding a costume pageant fund raiser. The PC would sponsor his old friend's outing and had requested some post-pageant carousing. Mrs. Rush scrawled her approval on the Voucher form and handed it to her secretary. The fantasy was underway..... ----------------------------------------- Calvin tugged the high starched collar of his costume business suit where it irritated his neck. It was amusing playing dress up and he loved the venue. The Rocky Mountains Pioneer Museum was having its Annual Vintage Costume Fair and Fundraiser. The museum was dedicated to authentic displays of the rough and tumble mining, timber and ranching days of the late 19th century. Calvin's college roommate had given Calvin his ticket and a generous amount for expense money so he could attend in his stead and present the roommate's generous donation. Calvin wandered through the main museum rooms. Dioramas displayed various skills for daily life in the mountains and open ranges. Cattle ranching had branding and fence mending, timber operations with its human powered tree cutting equipment and power driven sawmills, mining industries showing drills, explosives and hydraulic excavation. Calvin's strolls brought him to a rear area of the museum and a full-size diorama of a typical ranch station house. The front entrance room, kitchen and a bedroom of the private quarters had been re- created with antique replicas of the era's furniture and fittings. After inspecting the main room and kitchen, Calvin entered the bedroom. It contained a four poster bed, lace curtains, chest of drawers, and claw foot iron bathtub. There was a large sepia photo on the wall showing the ranch manager and his family. Calvin knew that many of the ranches, mines and timber tracts were founded by British financiers who placed their trustworthy manager/agents onsite to oversee the operations. The London based owners supplied investment capital and industrial equipment to the remote sites, sold the enterprises' products and reinvested the profits. Calvin looked closely at the sepia photo of the onsite agent. He was standing, wearing the period fashionable high starched collar shirt but he wore no pants. His arms were draped across the shoulders of two young women and each hand grasped the outer tit of the lasses above their cupless bustiers. Both girls were also naked below the waist and each had a hand tucked under the agent's shirt tail at his groin. Everyone was smiling. Calvin understood the nature of the photograph. In addition to capital and equipment, the absentee London owners were called upon to supply relief and comfort to their isolated agents. Concurrent to the expansion of the American West, Ireland was suffering the potato famine. There were many orphans, particularly nubile young females, who could be 'rescued' and sent to better living conditions in the hinterlands. Most transportees were impressive of body and impressionable of mind. It really worked out well for all parties. Calvin's musings were interrupted by a petite redhead. She was dressed in the museum's security guard uniform. "Sir, the museum will be closing in ten minutes. We ask that you make your way to the front entrance, please." "Yes, of course, thank you." The redhead went away and Calvin dawdled in the area for a few moments and lazed towards the front. The museum seemed empty and the front hallway was deserted. He pushed the entrance door to leave but it was locked. He heard someone and turned to find the security guard walking towards him. "Sir? Are you still here? We thought you had left with the others." The guard tried the door. It was locked. "Sir, I don't have the key to this one. I will let you out the backdoor. Please follow me." Calvin enjoyed the journey as he followed the uniformed redhead through the hallways, taking the opportunity to admire her tight little ass in the tailored uniform. As they approached the ranch station diorama, she went through the display to a door near the back. It was also locked. She guided Calvin to the bedroom display and motioned for him to sit. "Okay, why don't you have a seat in here and I'll get the key. I won't be long." Calvin waited somewhat impatiently for her return. Finally, he heard footsteps and rose from his seat. Through the bedroom door walked, not one redhead, but twin redheads and they were definitely out-of-uniform. Each wore a cupless bustier and panties, pretty similar to the girls in the sepia photo. Their shoes were period button-ups with mid height heels. Calvin stared while the twins stood quietly and waited with their eyes lowered and their hands clasped across their groins. Calvin finally found his voice and spoke. "Are you dressed like that for a reason?" The twins exchanged quick glances before one said "Sir, don't you remember that you gave us house-rules when we arrived last summer? You said we must wear panties in the house unless you wanted them off and then, only you could take them off. Otherwise you would spank our bottoms until there were redder than our hair. Don't you remember that?" Calvin quickly recovered and now understood the way of things. His roommate had said there would be special events during the weekend and Calvin should let go of his inhibitions and play along. "Of course, I remember. I was referring to the shoes. I don't like you wearing shoes in the bedroom. Take them off." The twins leaned forward at the waist in unison and struggled with the tight shoe buttons. Their exertions bobbled their dangling boobs for Calvin's enjoyment. They removed and tossed aside the footwear before standing up. The twins resumed their poses but a few inches shorter. Calvin walked forward and around the lasses. He plucked at the side panty ties and, facing them again, performed his role as the obligatory panty remover. "Who helps me out of my clothes?" "We do" they said in unison. "Okay, then...go ahead." Each hugging an arm, the twins steered Calvin to the middle of the room. They methodically removed his boots, coat, vest, pants and underwear, each taking one article to the closet as the other worked the next item until Calvin was naked. They sat him in his chair. "Do you want us to get you ready for playtime?" Calvin nodded and the twins kneeled before him. They fondled and kissed his limp tube and soft knob in unison. In time, they took turns sucking the erect shaft and its engorged head until each had experienced Calvin's full length in their mouths and throats. Calvin watched a long time as the cascading rosy tresses surged and bounced around the underlying heads bobbing on his cock. It was not long enough before he felt the tingling and groaned out his ejaculate into one of the twin's mouth. She did not back-off but remained locked on and swallowed vigorously. When Calvin calmed to lucidity, he gently lifted her head up and off his deflated prick. Calvin tilted her face up with his palms on her cheeks. She smiled after she swiped her lips with her tongue. Calvin asked "So...what's your name?" She smiled and said "I'm Erin. My sister is Irene." Calvin looked from Erin over to Irene, who gave a cozy little 'cupping' wave with a raised palm near her cheek. Calvin released Erin who stood and rejoined her sister. The twins stood holding hands and meekly gazing at Calvin. He rose and sat on the edge of the bed, before flopping on his back, arms out-stretched. He closed his eyes. -------------------- Calvin's eyes popped open. He had dozed. Tucked beside him and each resting her head on an arm were Irene and Erin, which arm load was which he wasn't able to tell. Their loose straight hair splayed around their heads, on the bed and on Calvin's naked torso. He must have stirred for both girls were now alert and watching his face. He moved his hands to each girl's chest and twirled finger pad circles around the nipple available at hand. "Whichever of you is Erin: Thanks. That was wonderful. I think Irene should get her turn now." The luscious redhead on the left arm smiled wide while the other sulked. Calvin decided 'lefty' must be Irene. He rolled his arm, bringing her in for a kiss. They kissed long and deep and playfully. Erin remained still to give them uninterrupted focus. Calvin stopped, lifted his head and pulled his arm from underneath Erin. He pushed Irene off the side of the bed and moved to sit in the chair. "Irene, straddle me." Irene swung her leg across and sat on Calvin's thighs. Erin stood to the pair's side and steadied Irene whose feet didn't touch the floor. Calvin palmed Irene's ass cheeks and pulled her towards his groin. He reached under and fingered her clitoris. She was wet and oily, ready for the upcoming ride. He re-palmed her ass and lifted her upright body over his ready erection. Erin was helpfully holding his cock upright at a proper angle. Calvin positioned Irene and let her cunt descend over his hardened rod. It was heavenly. Irene's feet still could not touch the floor. She hugged Calvin's neck and braced herself against him. Irene levered her butt using hips, thighs and arms, stroking Calvin's erection with her pussy. Her nipples brushed Calvin's chest on the upstroke, then rolled between them as she fell. At the bottom, Calvin could feel his tip slit strike her cervix. Erin caressed Irene's and Calvin's backs and scalps, cooing whispered assurances to the paramours. "Oh...that's looks so good...I can feel your little shudders at the bottom....Is he tickling your core?...Yes?...I wish it were mine...Ohhh, sir...your breathing is getting louder...Are you close?....Ease back a little...make it last longer..." But it couldn't last much longer. Calvin gusted out a cry and pumped his milky juice deep into Irene. Irene felt the discharges and slowed her strokes, trying to match the pace to the signals of Calvin's body language. She wanted to stimulate him beyond the first pulse but not irritate his newly hyper-sensitized cock skin. Calvin finally pressed her hips down tight against his groin and she stopped all motion. Calvin and Irene untangled form each other's arms and Erin helped Irene dismount from a satiated Calvin. The twins returned to stand side by side. Calvin pointed out his cum leaking from Irene's cunt and dribbling down her leg. Erin used some standby towels to wipe up the mess. Calvin was spent and wouldn't recover for the immediate future. He lounged on the bed and inquired about the giant claw foot iron bathtub along one wall. In days past, the water would be heated elsewhere and carried to the room in buckets. But, as a replica assembled in modern times, hidden taps filled the tub with bathwater. The girls puttered with soaps and perfumed oils while the water rose until the room took on a floral aroma. The scents help revive Calvin's vigor. The girls approached unbidden and stood by the bed using their hands to caress his manhood to hardness. Calvin stood and motioned the girls to mount the bed. "Hands and knees now, lassies. Back up to the edge and let me see those juicy pussies offered for my pleasure. And this time, what with all my recent endeavors, I will take a lot longer to cum. This is your opportunity to multi-gasm. Try for all you can get. I'll alternate between your holes so use your fingers to stay hot until I rotate back." Again, Calvin couldn't tell who was who so simply started on the left. He lined up and sank his hard cock all the way in. Slow mid-length thrusts were controlled by hands on her hips. After twenty strokes he pulled out, moved right and entered her sister's welcoming warmth. Twenty thrusts there drew out harmonizing sounds and motions from the sex players. Then he moved back left. This time, after ten thrusts, the redhead drew a big breath and moaned loudly as Calvin felt her tube pulsate along his rod. She let the breath out and relaxed her stance. Calvin returned for round two on the right. As he entered he felt her flick her finger on their two connected organs. She was maintaining the heat and anticipated an orgasm that would replicate her sister's a moment ago. Calvin slowed his speed to let the finger press a furrow along his length as he pushed. He liked the unusual contact, a firm spot amongst the softness. His current fuck partner was jerking her hips to add a unsteadiness to the stroke which Calvin usually found unsettling but here he found it to be a nice touch. Calvin pulled out after a few minutes in order to relocate to the other available cunt. The air put a coolness on his wet prick and he rammed quickly home again to regain the heat. A sudden intake of breath by the recipient told him he was being effectively vigorous and it raised his ardor. This might be it. And it was. The wave washed across his brain as he pumped his essence into the redhead's pussy. The lass took it all and mewed for more. Calvin gave her all he could before shrinking and falling out. He braced himself against the bed as he caught his breath. "Let's get him cleaned up" one said to the other. They helped Calvin into the tub of scented bathwater. The tub was big. One sat behind him while the other kneeled straddled across his calves. They scrubbed him front and back, playfully tweaking his erogenous areas. But Calvin was spent and the twins gave into reality and finished the bathing. They arose and wrapped a squeaky clean Calvin in terry robes. Somehow, Calvin's street clothes were laid out and waiting on the bed. The twins helped him dress and led him to the chair. "Wait here, please." The twins leaned over and planted kisses on his cheeks as they each took one of Calvin's hands and placed it on a boob. They encouraged him to squeeze and fondle at will. After a time, the twins departed the bedroom. Calvin waited until some moments later, the door reopened and the two, now as security uniformed redheads, appeared. "We found the keys, Sir, and will escort you out the front door. Follow us, please." Calvin followed the pair of trim asses that, moments before, he had enthusiastically fucked to satisfaction. They led him through the museum to the front entrance. They unlocked the door and stood aside as Calvin hesitated. "The museum opens tomorrow at 10 AM. There are several conferences and exhibitions scheduled. We hope you have enjoyed your tour today and will enjoy the rest of your weekend. Good night." Calvin reluctantly passed outside and the door closed and clicked behind him. He headed for his hotel. Calvin mused about his new admiration for the lonely station agents isolated on the bonanza operations in the Old West. Total Woman Requests 04 Mrs. Rush reviewed the TWR Final Request Voucher. It looked to be in order: the Pledge Contributor's Requested Scenario, TWA Security's Clearances for Scenario Participants, Electronic Funds Transfer Authorization and the Confirmed Venue Schedule. All Total Woman Academy Pledge Contributors (PC's) had discretionary use of the Total Woman Academy Graduate Network. TWA graduates donated their time and talents to events that contributed their earnings to the TWA Alumni Fund. The graduates volunteered for assignments at exclusive TWA Health Clinics and Resorts. Total Woman Requests offered the graduates additional volunteer assignments in unusual places and settings. All assignments offered abundant opportunities for graduates to refine their unique talents. This Pledge Contributor had an associate with a fascination for exhibitionism. He told the PC about his ultimate dream to be the Master of Ceremonies for a stage display of domination sexual activities. Mrs. Rush scrawled her approval on the Voucher form and handed it to her secretary. The fantasy was underway..... ----------------------------------------------- Donald sat in the front row, close against the stage. This modern theatre wasted little space on an orchestra pit, equipped instead with a state of the art sound system. Donald would almost be in the midst of the action when the show started. A small crowd, maybe a dozen men, made up the remaining audience with plenty of room between the distributed seating for their cocktail waitresses to maneuver amongst the patrons. Donald sipped his vodka 'whatever' and settled into his couch seat as the lights dimmed. His scantily clad waitress slipped onto the cushion next to him. Each guest had selected their exclusive cocktail waitress from a receiving line upon entering the theater. Her name tag said 'Dorothy'. She would attend to his needs throughout the show. A buxom high-coiffed knockout blonde strode to center stage. Her glittery strapless dress was floor length but slit to the waist. Her hosed and heeled legs flashed as she walked. "Good evening, gentlemen. We will be presenting several performances tonight for your amusement. After the warm-up scenes, our door prize raffle winner will be selected and he will assist with the finale. Your cocktail hostesses will see to your wishes during the show. We hope you will enjoy your evening with us. Without further delay, let's get started." She strode off stage. The acts began with a series of uniformed strippers: airline hostess, policewoman, dive-bar waitress, private nurse, slutty secretary, French housemaid. Each took turns teasing and dancing as they dropped their clothes in detail on stage. Each had a varied shtick to her routine. It was all cliché but mildly effective. Donald became semi-hard and his waitress, Dorothy, rubbed his crotch ever so softly and slowly to help him along. The stage went dark and the curtain rose. A spot light played upon a formally dressed young woman. She stood between a table full of implements and a wood beam box frame. The buxom blonde re-entered stage right and slowly circled the statuesque debutante, trailing a hand across her hip and belly, all the while examining her deportment closely. The model was brunette, her hair pooled into a high bun with sparkled hair clasps holding it in place. Her stage makeup accented the smoky eye shadow and puffy cherry lips. She was displaying generous cleavage pushed up by her tight bodice. The fashionable cocktail dress draped her hourglass figure like a glittery blue membrane. The hem stopped well above her knees. Taupe hose sheathed her toned legs and terminated in black stiletto heels. She was every college boy's prom goddess fantasy. The blonde moved behind the brunette and fiddled with the zipper tab. She pulled it down below the brunette's waist. The shoulder straps loosened and the blonde skimmed the garment off her quarry's chest and arms whence it fell in a puddle around her heels. The brunette trod her heels as the blonde removed the disrobed gown from beneath her. The brunette retained a black bustier and panty set, the hose held up by the bustier garter straps. The blonde retrieved two black circles from the table. Lifting each wrist in turn, she banded them with locking leather cuffs. The cuffs had embedded chrome rings. The blonde drew the brunette's hands behind her and linked the cuffs. The brunette stoically acquiesced to the binding and handling. Donald fidgeted in his seat, trying to adjust his thickening cock inside his trousers. Dorothy placed one hand on his shoulder and used the other to unclasp his belt and open his fly, providing Donald more room to grow. The blonde took up a large pair of scissors. She snipped the bustier's garter straps. Putting one edge under the thigh band of the hose, she sliced the nylon tube down to the brunette's ankle and trimmed around to cut it off. The other leg similarly lost its matching nylon. Replacing the scissors, the blonde took up a shiny knife. She circled the model and stood beside her, giving the audience an unobstructed view. She inserted the blade under the bustier's front laces and plucked each cross stitch as she descended the corded ladder. The constraining black vestment blossomed open as she went. When the last stitch was cut, the panels parted and hung open suspended on the brunette's breasts. The blonde used the knife to flick the panels aside and the bustier fell to the floor. The brunette's tits were simply glorious. Large pointed puffy areolae topped her nose cone boobs. The nipples were dark, probably from makeup. The knife cut the panty side straps and the brunette now stood with hands cuffed behind her wearing only heels and hair pins. She had not helped or hindered her uncovering, tranquilly accepting the manipulations. The blonde pulled out the jeweled hair clasps one by one and the brown tendrils individually cascaded to past the debutante's shoulders. The blonde finger- combed the tresses to a rumpled uncouth tumble. The brunette was suitably prepared and primed for the next part of the scene. Taking her elbow, the blonde guided the brunette back and forth across the front of the stage, allowing the audience to observe the bounce and sway of her boobs as she strutted in her heels. The blonde marched her to stand in front of the beam frame box. She unlinked the cuffs. Taking one wrist, the blonde fastened it to an upper corner chain. She helped the brunette to alight the base beam and slapped her inner thighs as a sign to widen her stance. She fastened the other wrist to the other corner chain. Bending, she fastened the strapped heels to the opposing base corners. The brunette was loosely suspended in an X posture. The blonde picked up two last items from the table: one a stiff opened circle, the other a limp cloth. She paused, pondering which to place on the brunette first. She chose the stiff circle: a black leather collar with chrome rings. Placing it around the bound brunette's neck, she pulled it snug and clicked it closed. A leash-like silver chain dangled between the brunette's breasts, which were now displayed separated and elevated by her raised arms. With a final flourish, the blonde flipped the blindfold across the brunette's face and tied it behind her head, trapping her hair under the velvet band. During this scene, a proud classic glamour queen had been transmuted, piece by piece, into a naked vulnerable bondage slave. The blonde returned to the front of the stage as the spotlight faded on the framed, bound model and the curtain closed. "We'll continue with more of that later in the show. Now, let's enjoy some more lively entertainment." A naked female musician performed a few rock numbers and her voice and guitar skills were pretty good. The electric stringboard hung by its strap from her shoulder below her perky breasts which shook in time with the beat as she capered about the stage. A female standup comedian told familiar risqué jokes. And when she got a laugh from the audience, she doffed an article of clothing. The jokes may have been ordinary but her body was extraordinary. Donald's cock grew some more. Dorothy rummaged in his shorts to get him situated more comfortably. She left her hand lying on his warm erection inside his pants and leaned her head on his shoulder. The blonde returned to center stage with a small black satin box. "It's time for our door prize raffle drawing. Please look at your tickets as I read the winning number." After a pause, she dramatically withdrew a slip of colored paper from the box and held it high. She lowered to read the writing. In reality, there was no writing on this slip of paper or any of the others. She had memorized the ticket number of the pre-arranged winner. "9-8-4-6-1-3...that's...9-8-4-6-1-3" Donald read his ticket. Holy shit! '9-8-4-6-1-3'. He was dumbstruck. He liked to win raffles and door prizes but rarely did. This one could be a jackpot. His hostess Dorothy also read the numbers and 'whooped' a cheer for her client. There were groans of disappointment from the other patrons. Donald found his voice and said "It's my ticket" as he held it up. Dorothy quickly re-arranged Donald's pants and escorted onto the stage. He handed his ticket to the blonde. "Congratulations, sir. You will be our guest master of ceremonies for tonight's finale. Dorothy will take you backstage for a briefing of your roles and duties." Dorothy guided him stage right and backstage. As he exited, he heard the blonde announcing the next act. They followed a hallway out of earshot behind the stage. "My name is Dorothy. I know you are Donald. We are going to the dressing room to get you ready and into proper attire as a master of ceremonies." Dorothy swung open a door and bade Donald forward. Donald walked into a typical dressing room with racks of clothes and lighted mirrored makeup tables. All of the dressing room's occupants turned to greet him as he entered. They were the strippers and performers from the show and none of them was wearing much clothing. "Everyone, this is Donald, our winner of tonight's master of ceremonies door prize raffle. Donald, this is your briefing and preparation crew. Have a seat and we will start getting you prepared." Donald sat on a stool and tried to hide his newly throbbing erection. Dorothy saw his discomfort and began her spiel. "Don't be embarrassed about being aroused. This is a sex show and you ARE going to get laid tonight. How that happens is why we are here. You will be back onstage with two experienced assistants who will chaperon you through the opening scenes. As you get familiar with the limits and bounds of activity, you should show initiative and take charge. Look around this room and select two lovely ladies to be your stage assistants." Donald heard the words but was slow absorbing them. The girls knew that this was normal, too much information too quickly. The ladies approached him and formed a small circle. The first spoke. "Hi, Donald. Do you remember me? I stripped out of the air hostess uniform at the beginning of the show. I would be honored to be your assistant tonight." Another said "I was the naughty nurse. It would be fun to help you tonight." Still another "Why not pick me, the secretary? You liked my act, didn't you?" Donald was suddenly conscious that he would have to choose only two. He turned to Dorothy. "I pick you." "Sorry, Donald. I have other duties with you that will keep me busy. You must pick two of them." "How about the prom queen-bondage slave?" One of the ladies chimed in "She's not here right now. She's tied up." The other ladies tittered. Donald sighed and looked at the available candidates. "I choose the air hostess and the secretary." Excited 'yeah's and disappointed 'ohh's were expressed and died out. The two selected ladies stayed and the others returned to their preening. "Donald, let me introduce our redhead air hostess, Dani, and this cute brunette secretary is named Dawn. The three of us will get you ready for the show. After that, Dani and Dawn will be your assistants onstage. Let's start with getting you out of your street clothes and into costume." Dorothy helped Donald completely undress. Dani produced tight black leather shorts which Dorothy squeezed Donald into. The front crotch cup was removable and allowed his entire groin to be exposed. Black leather suspenders crisscrossed his chest and back. A small wireless mike was attached at the top of the suspenders. Finally, he donned a velvet cloak and slippers. "There, that should be enough. Donald, you look ferocious in that outfit, very rugged, brawny and masculine. Do you exercise or play sports? Oh, never mind, it doesn't matter. Just remember to pace yourself a bit onstage. The routines can get quite physical. We want you to last throughout the show." Dani and Dawn returned wearing their stage costumes. Each was dressed in a black satin cupless corset and thigh high stockings with stiletto heels. No panties covered their smooth shaved pussies. They carried a small stage makeup tray and, like their own faces, added Goth-style makeup to Donald, darkening his eye lids and lips. Dorothy took on a serious expression as she did a final check of Donald's outfit. "Now, Donald, there is one more detail before we send you onstage. We have seen other shows end too early because our prize winners get too aroused even before the curtain rises. One of my duties is to circumvent that. Dani, Dawn and I are going to help you cool down. Just relax and let us do our jobs." Dani and Dawn each hugged one of Donald's upper arms tight to their bare boobs. They leaned in and braced him upright in the stool. Dorothy knelt, opened his robe and gently lowered the codpiece covering Donald's stiffened cock. She took the shaft in both hands as she looked up at the assistants and nodded her head once. They nodded back, signaling that they were ready. Donald watched Dorothy's mouth slowly descend his cock. When it reached her throat she kept going, popping his knob into her throat in a continuous motion until her lips bumped his pubic bone. She reversed and ascended, fluttering his shaft with the tip of her tongue until she flat tongue lashed the top of the crown. Then down she went again. Dani and Dawn clamped tightly on Donald's arms and nuzzled his neck and ears with their noses. Donald's earlobes tickled from their breaths. Dorothy was proficient in her duties; her record was ten strokes, maximum. After all the prior stimuli this evening, Donald only lasted through four. Dani and Dawn felt Donald's back arch as he grunted out his cum into Dorothy's gullet. They held him through his vibrations and supported his weight when he buckled forward. When his head came up, Dorothy was re-covering his flaccid organ with the leather codpiece. "Keep an eye on his cock, ladies. I'm sure it will swell again soon. Be prepared to release it from its cage when it is ready to roar again. Donald, I am leaving you in Dani and Dawn's capable hands now. Follow their advice, have some fun and enjoy the show." Dani and Dawn hoisted Donald to his feet and walked him out the dressing room door. As they made their way to the stage, Dani and Dawn gave him some last minute counsel. "We will get things started. Listen to our entreaties and respond like the master in charge. We will call you master or sir. The audience expects you to call us slut, wench, cunt, slave, stuff like that. As you get the swing of things, it's okay to get creative and differ the program to suit your tastes." They approached the side of the stage. The curtain was down and the stage was pitch-black. Donald jolted as he suddenly sensed a little stage fright. He worried that his recent orgasm would sap his strength and he would be embarrassed by failing to perform virulently as expected. The assistants sensed this normal reaction and were prepared to coach him through it. "We will get all of us into position at center stage. The scene will be announced. You'll see that when the curtain rises, all the flood and spot lights screen out your view of the audience. Forget about them and just stay focused on us and our interactions with you." Dani and Dawn still held an arm and drew Donald across the darkened stage. As they approached center stage, there was just enough light for Donald to notice a large stage prop already in position. At close range, he recognized it and remembered the ladies snickers when he asked for the debutante-slave as his assistant. She wasn't there in the dressing room because she was still here waiting for him, 'tied up'. She was the center-piece of the show, trussed on the frame and waiting for him to perform with her. Dani and Dawn placed Donald in front of the framed woman and took their own positions to either side. Dani scurried back to hand Donald a coiled bullwhip. The blonde announcer beyond the curtain called out to the audience. "Gentlemen! Remember our prom queen debutante that was transformed into our bondage slave? For our finale this evening, and for your continued entertainment, she's back to be further debased by our door prize winner. Behold and enjoy." She walked off stage as the curtain rose. The ladies had been right. He saw the blonde walk off stage right but beyond the edge of the stage, he saw nothing but glare. Off to his right, Dani chimed out "Master, are you going to punish us with that whip?" Donald saw the thing in his hand. He let it uncoil to the floor and flicked it towards the front of the stage. "You know I hate to go that far. Don't defy me and we can try something just as effective but less painful." He dropped the whip and turned to face the three women. Dani and Dawn stood, heads bowed to either side of the bondage slave that was blindfolded and suspended in the heavy wooden frame. Dawn tentatively shuffled forward, head bowed. "Master, may I take your robe. It will restrict your movements while handling us." "You have my permission, wench." Dawn untied the cloak and swept it off his shoulders. She placed it off to the side away from the action. "Why is this stripped cunt tethered up there?" "Master, we are obedient students at your slave school. But this wayward cunt has disobeyed your instructions. You assigned us homework projects but this disobedient wench slipped out to a fancy fraternity party instead. The housemother caught her trying to sneak back in and, after stripping her of her illicit party apparel, bound her to this frame. The wicked slut now awaits your judgment." "She disobeyed my commands!? Which homework task did this 'slut-cunt' disregard?" "Master, you commanded us to practice sucking and fucking skills for an hour each." Donald stood with hands on hips and declared "Then let the punishment fit the transgression. She will accomplish her overdue homework now. Prepare this 'slut-cunt' to suck my cock!" Dani and Dawn suppressed a smirk. Donald was into his groove. This was getting very good. They pushed the frame towards the front of the stage and rotated it 90 degrees so 'slut-cunt' would be in profile to the audience. They positioned an attached metal tube across the middle of 'slut-cunt's lower abdomen. Finding the locking hinges, they folded the top half of the frame down to horizontal and bent 'slut-cunt' into a classic bent-over posture. Her head hung down and her hair draped almost to the floor. Donald surveyed the situation. Looking around he found the stage prop he needed. He wheeled a low gurney bed to the front of 'slut-cunt'. He jumped on and used the levers to adjust the height. Dani and Dawn came to his aid. He lay back as they unbuckled and removed his codpiece. They wheeled him to the front of the frame. 'Slut-cunt' lifted her blindfolded head at the sound of the movement. Dani grabbed a handful of 'slut-cunt's hair and lifted further. Dawn wheeled Donald's exposed groin into position beneath 'slut-cunt's head. Dani used a hand to elevate Donald's erection to vertical and gave Dawn little commands to shimmy the gurney with Donald on it to a perfect position. Dawn cranked up the gurney's tilted headrest so Donald could witness 'slut-cunt's work on his prick from the ease of pillowed comfort. Total Woman Requests 04 Dani used her hair-grip to shake 'slut-cunt's head as the signal for her open her mouth. 'Slut-cunt' complied and Dani lowered her head until her lips contacted Donald's knob. 'Slut-cunt', though blindfolded, was able to take over from there. She lowered and raised her head, sucking and tonguing Donald's cock as he lay in comfort on the gurney. Slut-cunt' was apparently very agile. She had not faltered in her pace despite the bizarre strained position she was in. Sometimes she let her body sag and her boobs ambled around on Donald's thighs. He liked that. Then she would arch up in the restraints to get better leverage and give more span to her strokes. Her hair caressed his stomach. Donald could hear murmurs and sighs from the audience beyond the floodlight glare. He took them for sounds of approval and figured he must be doing okay as the master of ceremonies. He didn't see that the patrons were receiving comparable blowjobs from their select hostesses. Remarkably, even though he had cum just a short time ago in the dressing room, Donald felt his balls beginning to tingle from 'slut-cunt's ministrations. He closed his eyes and relaxed, letting the impending electricity in his groin build until it flickered across his scalp, his toes and all parts in between. Donald jetted his semen up and out into 'slut-cunt's mouth. Donald heard a distant groan and then realized it was him. 'Slut-cunt' rested her forehead on his stomach but sustained a soft suckle on the meat in her mouth. It eventually shrank to where she couldn't hold it and it fell out. Donald felt the gurney being lowered and his assistants wheeled him out from under the cock-sucking captive. Donald lay still not really knowing what to do next. Dani came to his rescue. "Master, we were also assigned fucking." 'Whew' thought Donald. Three? He was going to need some big time stimulation. He was restless to finish sometime soon and let the audience leave before morning! Dawn helped him off the gurney and he stood turned away from the unseen audience. Dani was waiting at 'slut-cunt's exposed pussy. Donald noted it was at the same height as his cock where he stood. Dawn produced a chrome bullet vibrator. Donald switched it on and touched his arm. It buzzed and tickled. Donald walked to 'slut-cunt's side away from the audience and squatted down. He poked the chrome bullet's end up against 'slut-cunt's dangling right nipple. She jumped in her restraints at the sudden vibration on her tit. Her breasts flopped and danced but settled again as she re-settled into her suspension stance. Donald poked the other nipple. 'Slut-cunt' hopped her boobs again and then settled down. Donald played a game varying the timing and rotation between the fleshy globes. It must have become uncomfortable for the bondage-slave. She twisted her torso violently trying to avoid the tremors. Donald eventually tired of the game. He moved on. Standing behind her ass, he placed the chrome probe along her cunt gash. 'Slut-cunt' was held more tightly at this end and had to accept his contact with little free movement. Donald rubbed and rolled the cylinder generously around her sensitive pussy lips. Next he went for the gold; he placed the tip at her vaginal opening. Donald tenderly thrust, twisted, rolled, levered and used every other motion he could conceive of all around the outside and inside of her twat. 'Slut-cunt' had been physically active but quiescent in her sounds until this point. But now she moaned...loudly. Donald liked that. She was beginning to really respond to the stimulus and it made him feel manly giving her dominating duress. Donald's uncovered cock was beginning to respond to the psychological stimulus of manipulating this bound captive's sexuality. His cock was angling upward even as it bobbed horizontal when he moved. He decided his cock would next sample 'slut-cunt's cunt. Dani read his mind and came to his rescue again. Dani cradled Donald's half hard prick in her palm and rubbed her fingers across the sensitive skin below the crown. Donald stood still with the vibrating chrome cylinder in his hand. He was so engrossed watching and feeling Dani handle his erection that he barely knew that Dawn took the vibrator from him and set it aside. Dawn squirted some lubricant into 'slut-cunt's pussy hole. Dani led Donald to the primed pussy and placed Donald's knob against it. Donald needed no more help, assistance, council or advice. He knew what to do and drove his rod deep, bottoming out in one long stab. Damn! She's TIGHT! Slut-cunt's pussy was warm and snug on his cock which was nearly trapped by her vaginal compressions. 'Slut-cunt' wailed and jerked. Donald's prick stayed fully embedded in her tight, slippery flesh but his cock twitched hard at this auditory sign of his dominant control over 'slut-cunt's frenzy. Donald was done playing and ready to rumble. He pulled back and shoved hard, drawing almost all the way out and in again. 'Slut-cunt's body was slammed forward into the restraining waist bar. Donald held her hips to get better leverage for his ram strokes. 'Slut-cunt' was grunting with each blow of Donald's groin against her ass cheeks. Donald was in the groove and climbing the thrill hill. 'Slut-cunt's growls grew louder as Donald initiated a final frenzy of strokes, halting deep on the last one and pouring out the dregs of his remaining semen into the welcoming womb. 'Slut-cunt' sensed his discharge and let her own orgasm out of its confinement. Her tube clenched and throbbed on Donald's heated rod. He remained still and let her orgasmic contractions massage his cock deep inside her pulsating tunnel. Finally the pulses died down. Donald slid his still hard cock out of 'slut-cunt' and waggled to her front. Dawn lifted 'slut-cunt's head by her hair and Donald slapped her lips with his slippery rod. 'Slut-cunt' opened wide and took the cock in her mouth, licking and sucking his prick clean of semen and cunt lubricant. Dawn held Donald's velvet robe for him to don. He swirled the hems around his legs with gusto and marched stage left to a waiting Dorothy. She pecked his cheek and told him what a wonderful performance he had given. She hugged his arm and guided him back to the dressing room. Onstage, Dani and Dawn righted the bondage frame. They unfastened 'slut-cunt's ankle and wrist shackles and took off her blindfold. The assistants supported 'slut-cunt' as she regained her balance from the strain of being slung up for several hours. Placing her between them, they linked hands and bowed to the unseen audience. There was some applause but the onstage ladies understood that beyond the lights the gentlemen were deep into second or third rounds of coitus with their hostesses. Their attentions and energies were engaged elsewhere. The curtain fell and the trio exited the stage. Dorothy removed Donald's suspender shorts and face make up. She helped him don his street clothes and led him out to the lobby. The theatre bar was nearly empty but they sat for a while over a simple drink. Dorothy subtly interviewed Donald to be sure he was not troubled or distraught by the spectacle he had endured. He seemed okay. The theatre management lamented past incidents where a patron had ended up in a police drunk tank or emergency room from the unfamiliar psychological distress. Dorothy escorted Donald to the entrance and kissed him sweetly goodnight. Donald walked out to hail a cab back to his hotel. His flight would take him home tomorrow. He was content that his time in Las Vegas had been well spent. He would come back someday. But he doubted it would ever get this good again. Total Woman Requests 05 Mrs. Rush reviewed the TWR Final Request Voucher. It looked to be in order: the Pledge Contributor's Requested Scenario, TWA Security's Clearances for Scenario Participants, Electronic Funds Transfer Authorization and the Confirmed Venue Schedule. All Total Woman Academy Pledge Contributors (PC's) had discretionary use of the Total Woman Academy Graduate Network. TWA graduates donated their time and talents to events that contributed their earnings to the TWA Alumni Fund. The graduates volunteered for assignments at exclusive TWA Health Clinics and Resorts. Total Woman Requests offered the graduates additional volunteer assignments in unusual places and settings. All assignments offered abundant opportunities for graduates to refine their unique talents. This Pledge Contributor had requested a special exception for his friend to attend a Freewill Weekend at the Total Woman Academy. Mrs. Rush scrawled her approval on the Voucher form and handed it to her secretary. The fantasy was underway..... ------------------------------------------------- Edwin tried to look poised as he promenaded the pool deck at the Total Woman Graduate Academy. His friend and client had arranged this Freewill Weekend visit as a thank you for 'services' rendered. The services were not wholly legal and a money trail was not preferred. Enough said... On arrival, Edwin's TWA Free-Will Weekend Orientation emphasized that all interactions must be safe and consensual to both parties. No undue force was allowed. Edwin would have unlimited access to all Academy facilities and a special coaching suite had been set aside for his exclusive use. He was expected to fulfill the role of a guest coach trainer, providing real tutoring to the students. Therefore, if Edwin had a particular sexual expertise he wished to explore, the student was expected to comply un-hesitantly with his instructions, even in public. Edwin was encouraged to give the students constructive feedback during and immediately after the lessons. Otherwise easy to use checkbox and fill-in-the-blank forms were required for later review by staff with the students. Variety was compulsory. If he dwelt too much on any one student, his freewill selections would be restricted. He would be delegated to a roster with a randomly assigned schedule of students to tutor. 'Spread the wealth around' was the mantra for Freewill Weekend. The students were aware a special visitor would be attending this weekend and there was a buzz of excited anticipation in the air. It was a great opportunity to get intimate familiarity with diverse males' desires and responses. Edwin was getting his first look at the glorious smorgasbord of nubile flesh that was his obligation to tutor. And the women were getting a first look at him. All the women were at least topless, many wearing nothing at all. They were playing in the pool, sunbathing on lounges or sitting at umbrella tables savoring drinks or snacks. Edwin's boner was already obvious, even inside his baggy board shorts. Edwin paused at the edge of the pool. There were several naked nymphs playing a game of tag and splash. He watched as they jumped, laughed, dunked and porpoised. Wet tanned skin contrasted with the sapphire tint of the pool bottom and the clear water. Edwin looked over to the far edge of the deck at a shaded lounge draped by a curvaceous naked blonde. He strolled that way. She spied his approach and levered up her sunglasses. She smiled cheerfully, meeting his gaze with obvious welcome. She stayed attentive as he neared. When he sat on the lounge next to her, she rolled to give him a full frontal exposure and extended her hand. "Hi, there. My name's Carol." "I'm Edwin." "Are you this weekend's guest trainer?" "Yes, I think so. Were you-all expecting someone?" "Oh, yes. I thought it might be you since I haven't seen you here before. I know most of the regular guest tutor PC's. We heard someone special was coming this weekend and I guess that's you. Everyone is dying to meet you. We heard you will be tutoring us with your distinct penchants that will add new topics to our current curriculum." Edwin felt his dick twitch and his face begin to flush. He had come here for a little rest and recreation but these women seriously expected to learn from him. "I hear the TWA curriculum is pretty thorough. I can probably offer some coaching and tune up of what you already know. How much do you know already?" Carol stroked her finger tips along his inner thigh. "I know that I want some expert coaching. I know that the weekends can be short so it's good to start early. I can see by the lump in your shorts that you are also ready for an early start. I know I want to be first in line. And I know that there's no time like the present to begin." "I like the sound of your knowledge so far. And, yes, there's no time like the present to begin." Carol moved her hand higher under Edwin's shorts. He watched good-naturedly as she sat up and smoothly began unfastening his waistband and lowering the zipper. As he stood up, her hands cradled his tumescent shaft and balls as the shorts dropped to his ankles. His thick dick was level with her face and she leaned in to kiss his tip. She eased off her lounge onto her knees and guided him to sit again. Carol looked up at Edwin. "Please teach me what you like and how you like it. I will try hard to learn to do whatever you want. I want to absorb anything you care to offer me." Edwin was a little surprised at her eagerness. "Okay...use the tip of your tongue to stimulate the underside V of the corona...Ooo Ooo, that's right...then the flat of your tongue on the tip...try some different angles...oh, yes..." Carol swiveled her head to get her tongue on all sides of the knob and shaft. Edwin sat still and mused on her techniques and this unbelievable setting. His cock throbbed with fullness. "That's enough foreplay. Deep throat me; all the way." Carol kneeled up, faced straight down and sank his cock to the back of her mouth...and beyond. His cock head popped into her throat as the passage brushed his crown. Edwin moaned. Carol took note and rubbed the corona little by little back and forth across the narrow gullet channel. Edwin's thermostat was in the red zone; he was ready to flare into her his first load of the weekend. Carol heard him wind up and grunt loudly. She felt the pulses run up his shaft. Three shots of semen pumped out and collected in her mouth. She bobbed and swallowed. The fourth and fifth shots took up the newly empty space. Edwin placed his hands on her head to slow her pace and eventually stop altogether. Carol swallowed the accumulated sperm. Carol stayed in place as the man meat shrank in her mouth. Before it completely deflated, she opened and lapped up the errant cum dregs lingering on his skin. A shadow fell across Edwin's face and he looked up to a smiling topless brunette. "Carol, you sure are the early bird that gets the worm." Her tone was playfully sarcastic. "Cheryl, I like being the early bird. And this mighty muscle here is a lot more than a worm." Carol held Edwin's still fat shaft across her palm for the new-comer to see. "This is Edwin, our Freewill weekend guest coach trainer." Edwin raised a hand and politely took Cheryl's proffered hand in greeting. Cheryl held his hand and didn't let go. "So, Edwin, as you can see, we are all anxious to acquire your experience and expertise this weekend. Can we do anything to get you comfortable? Your work here may become arduous. We want you to stay strong and virile so the most students possible get ample tutoring during the short time available. Carol, let's show Edwin the amenities we offer our guest coach trainers." Carol rose, naked, and stepped into her low heeled clogs. She took Edwin's other hand and the pair guided him to a main building side entrance off the deck. They entered the pool's locker room. A few other guest coach trainers and their initial selection of student trainee for weekend were milling around paying Edwin and his tour guides little attention. Edwin's trio found their way to the sauna. Edwin lay prone on a broad towel-draped cedar bench with Carol and Cheryl lay out beside him. The timer let them swelter for 20 minutes before clicking off the heat. Edwin laid quiescent, eyes closed. He felt hands creeping up his thighs and fondling his limp cock. It didn't stay limp for long. The hands took turns sliding up and down the shaft. When Edwin was erect and pointing northward, Cheryl leaned up on an elbow. "Please, sir, what can I learn from you right here and now?" "Hand grasp and control are always a useful skill." Edwin put his hand over hers, guided her pace, adjusted her grip and showed her his favorite finger strums beneath the corona. Cheryl followed his every instruction, noted his facial expressions during her movements and adjusted her efforts to prolong his pleasure. His exhilaration level rose to a crescendo. Edwin gusted and sprayed his cum all over his abdomen and Cheryl's hand. She held him gently as he came down from his orgasm. When calm was restored, Carol awaited Edwin signs that he was ready to get to his feet. Carol and Cheryl led Edwin to the group shower room. The women took positions aside Edwin and soaped him down under the warm spray. Edwin got squeaky clean. Carol gave Edwin a fond kiss 'adieu' and departed. She was eager to mingle with the other guest coach trainers and maximize her ration of tutoring. Cheryl toweled him down and wrapped the terrycloth around his waist. Taking his hand, she led him through the hallways to a room marked 'Guest Coaching Tune-up Suite'. "These are your private quarters for the weekend. They are fully equipped with a large bed, floor matted yoga and exercise areas, massage table and private garden tub bath. Cabinets and closets contain sex toys, costumes and assorted training aids. You can bring a student here that perks your interest or have your selection from the pool of available students delivered at a scheduled time. Room service meals are served ensuite or you can partake of our gourmet cuisine in the dining room. Any questions?" "That's a pretty thorough introduction. When would you like a tutoring demonstration?" Carol was thrilled at the invitation. "I am free right now for your choice of lessons. What would you like me to teach me?" "Let me think a moment. I think better with my hands occupied." Edwin reached out and fondled Cheryl's left boob. She stood stoic and watched as he manipulated her fleshy mass. Edwin engaged both hands with both tits and continued his kneading. Looking around, he spied the straight back wooden chair. Edwin drew Cheryl along to the chair using her nipple nubs as mini-leashes. Edwin sat as Cheryl stood before him. Edwin tapped the globes, not so gently, and enjoyed the jiggle. "Nice tits. How's your boob-job skills?" It was a rhetorical question. Cheryl knew her own opinion didn't matter. She would get Edwin's opinion and feedback after he tried her out. Really, that was all that mattered. Cheryl asked permission to get some lubricant from the bathroom. When she returned, Edwin spent some time working the lotion all over her tits and cleavage and in the process most of her chest. Satisfied with his handiwork, you pushed down on Cheryl's shoulders, signaling her to begin the task before her. Cheryl used her hands to compress her impressive rack around Edwin's prick. Edwin guided her pace and stroke length with hands and words. "Nice long ones now...all the way uuppp...and downnnn...that's nice...hold and flutter your tits in counter-rhythm...good...long ones again...can you kiss the tip when it emerges...yes,yes...like that..ohh, that's good..." Cheryl intently followed his directives and Edwin thought she was performing well. He liked the way her wavy full head of hair bounced gently as she moved her upper body. His growing muscle tautness constricted his throat. He was unable to speak and when she looked up at him, he smiled and nodded his encouragement to her. His heat was up and he was nearing the end. Edwin heard a knock at the door. Cheryl didn't falter her pace. Despite his clogged throat, he found enough voice to croak out a reply. "Come in." A buxom Oriental female pushed a room service cart into the room and went about setting up the lunch. She wore an abbreviated version of the French maid's costume: heels, thigh high hose, and thong panties, a velvet bustier with lace bodice unable to conceal her half-cupped breasts and nipples. The visual treat brought on Edwin's finale. Edwin blew his load on Cheryl's neck and chin accompanied by a long groan of ecstasy. As he collapsed against the chair, Cheryl followed his movement and held his cock between her warm boobs while his prick shrank and his mind melded again with his body The black haired service cart attendant took a few steps towards the weary couple and paused attentively in case Edwin had any requests for assistance. Cheryl looked over and saw her there. "Cinou, please prepare a bath. We need to get Edwin cleaned up before he can dine properly." Cinou disappeared into the bathroom and the sound of running water filled the background. In short order, Cinou reappeared. "The bath is prepared. Please tell me if I have done anything incorrectly or if you prefer something different or added." Cheryl helped Edwin to the tub. She climbed in and they played with soap bubbles degreasing their recently buffed body zones. Cheryl climbed out and Cinou held a large fluffy towel for Edwin. Wrapping it around his waist, Cheryl and he toddled to the lunch table where Cinou performed waitress duties for them. Despite being faced by Cheryl's magnificent pair of tits throughout the repast, Edwin kept taking opportunities to caress Cinou's bare rear, thigh or arm. When Cinou leaned in to refill his glass, his hand followed his gaze down her open top. He fingered the pert nipples and admired the stiff resilience of her erect nubs. When the food was finished, Cinou repacked the cart. Edwin decided to change venues again. "Cheryl, would you remove the cart? Cinou will be staying here with me, probably all night. And there was a lissome redhead playing tag in the pool when I came in this afternoon. Have her sent here later tonight." Cheryl agreed to advise Administration of Edwin's latest selections and choices. They would arrange the logistics and schedules accordingly. She wheeled the food cart out of the room and the door closed to leave Edwin alone with Cinou. Cinou stood passively beside Edwin as he rubbed her well exposed ass cheeks. "Turn towards me, please." Edwin's fingers walked up the laces closing the bustier. Finding the bowties at the top, he pulled them and proceeded to free the laces downwards. The bustier bloomed open like a flower from top to bottom. Edwin removed the garment and tossed it in the corner. He fiddled with the side ties to Cinou's thong and it joined the bustier in a heap. Cinou stood before Edwin with arms down. Her nipples were dark and large, with the nubs still erect from Edwin's furtive fingering during the meal. Edwin pinched and rolled them. Wearing her heels, Cinou's breasts were eye level with the sitting Edwin. Cupping one breast, he tasted the other. Edwin lapped the whole areola and sucked the nub. Switching sides, he gave her other boob the same treatment. His dick was becoming firm from the activity. Edwin palmed Cinou's ass as he rose and lifted her up, hugging her against his body. Cinou steadied herself with her own neck hug. Edwin's waist towel dropped away. Edwin straddle walked Cinou to the bed and jumped in, landing with her under him. He angled her around until they were aligned in the middle between the head and foot boards. Cinou stroked her inner thighs along Edwin's outer thighs, planting her heels on the mattress and positioning her legs and hips to the best angle for Edwin's looming lunge into her small, tight snatch. Edwin captured her mouth with his for a tongue engaged kiss. In a synchronous move, he pushed his tongue into her throat as he pushed his cock into her cunt. The dual penetration was bewitching. Edwin began an even stroke for this first vaginal sex this weekend. Cinou sucked his tongue as she rolled her hips in time with his cock thrusts. Edwin noted how Cinou took the initiative to supplement his moves. She was vigilant and enthusiastic about delivering his utmost pleasure. Her devotion to Edwin's desires boosted his hunger for her. His blood rushed faster through his head; his quickening heartbeat thrummed his eardrums. Edwin released her mouth to get more air. He was pounding away wildly into her slick, tight pussy. This was his first real coitus today; the previous sessions he considered only foreplay. Cinou was breathing hard, hoping that Edwin would reach his summit soon. She would stay focused no matter what but, as his passion built, he squeezed her tighter. Cinou's body was constricted by his fervent embrace. Despite the mild discomfort, she was close to her own climax. She wanted to hold out for coincident orgasms that she understood were favored by the male sex companions. Cinou felt Edwin's body stiffen and then the warm milky liquid rocketed into her womb. She mentally freed her body to burst forth in its orgasmic convulsions. Her ears were filled with Edwin's roar. Her heels enfolded and hauled firmly on Edwin's ass, seizing him in a desperate attempt to hold his cock inside her and prolong both their ecstasies. Edwin was still erupting jets in her womb as he collapsed on Cinou. Drowning in her carnal stupor, she was further submerged beneath the bulk of her spasming male tutor. Sentience dawned slowly for both of them. Petite cheek rubs were followed by neck pecks. Edwin raised his head just enough for nose rubs and sugar kisses. When his energy returned to the bare minimum, Edwin rolled off Cinou and lay on his back. Cinou pulled a sheet over them and snuggled her boobs to his side. She would wait until after Edwin was rested before asking him to evaluate her performance. They dozed off. -------------------- A lightening of the room stirred Edwin awake. The suite door was open and faint hallway illumination silhouetted a nude female. His redhead had arrived. He beckoned her to the bed, lifting the sheet so she could crawl underneath. The door swung shut and the room returned to darkness. He put an arm under her red haired head and his next student trainee settled in opposite Cinou and emulated her snuggle. Edwin palmed each woman's outer boob and fondled his way back to sleep. -------------------- Dawn broke. Edwin woke feeling revived and refreshed from his deep slumber. The girls were already awake; such was expected from them as eager-to-learn trainees. They held Edwin's cock in alternating turns, giving soft caresses and brushes. Edwin let them play while he thought through his next lesson plan. He was rested and ready for more fucking. And he had this new redhead co-ed with unknown talents to augment. He was ready to explore and evaluate. With the next lesson's plan elaborated mentally, Edwin stretched his arms and arched his back where he lay. He removed his arm from beneath Cinou and used both arms to prop up the redhead astride his thighs. Both girls continued taking turns stimulating Edwin's growing cock. Edwin folded his arms under his pillow and addressed the redhead. "Cinou will help you mount and then you will work me until I cum in your cunt. I want you to orgasm a couple times before I do. Men appreciate a female who expressions her genuine lust for the selecting male. Show me how much you lust for a robust fucking." The redhead nodded, fluttering her long straight tresses that fell almost to her waist. Cinou sat up, ready to assist. The redhead lifted her hips and shuffled her ass and cunt forwards to Edwin's stiffened cock. Cinou raised Edwin's erection to vertical and the females carefully lined everything up for a smooth male entry. Contact established, the redhead tapped...tapped...tapped until Edwin was crammed deep in her pussy. Total Woman Requests 05 The redhead began a slow long stroke cycle, totally in charge of this erotic excursion. Her hair bounced against her body. Cinou swept most of the strands behind her back so Edwin could relish the bobbing tits teased by the wayward tendrils. The redhead would sometimes prop her body fully erect, bracing her hands on her own thighs. She would squint forward into the mysterious distance, lost in her revelry. Other times, she leaned in and held her palms flat on Edwin's upper chest, staring into his face, capturing his eyes with hers. Edwin lay quiescent, delighted by the sentiment of being used as her sex object. The redhead's breathing quickened. She braced upright and hastened the pace. Her face flushed and she gusted out several 'ooh...Ohh...OHH's. She threw her head back as she cried out one long 'oh...My...GOD!' She halted fully embedded and vibrated out some stuttered 'ohh's. Edwin felt added vaginal contractions on his sensitized dick. His chest swelled with the pride of alpha manliness. When the redhead was calmed enough to look at Edwin, she found him fingering the ends of a few strands of her waist length red hair. He was looking at her as he spoke. "Was that good for you?" She nodded with a grin. "It was better than anything ever before. Can we continue? Are you ready for me to continue?" "Sure, start it up again. Go ahead and crank out another one for you. Then get ready to finish me big time. Do your very best!" The smiling redhead nodded her total agreement, shaking her hair falls with an eager joy. Cinou remained attentive to assist as necessary. Cinou knew that the redhead would need supplementary stimuli to attain another peak quickly. The redhead began the slow long strokes but added hip rolls at the bottom to rub her clitoris against Edwin's pubic bone. It also drug Edwin's knob harder against her G-spot. Cinou joined the concerto of eroticism; she used a wetted fingertip to brush circles around the redhead's engorged nipples. The redhead's pliable tendril-teased breasts were bobbing about and Cinou was hard pressed to maintain contact. The redhead was in a daze of delight as her tits and cunt heated up; she intensified the rhythm. Her rising moans foretold her coming peak. Her squinted eyes matched the determined look on her face. She was drifting deeper into her sexual soul. Edwin's excitement was likewise escalating. He was receiving a lot of visual and tactile stimulus. He closed his eyes in an effort to outlast the girl rebounding on his dick. He could tell she was close to her second bout of ecstasy. He hoped she could achieve two full orgasms before eventually finalizing his hike to happiness. The unrelenting stimulus on his hard cock was changing his elaborate plans. Reality was trampling his fantasy stratagem with its dream-defying truths. The redhead presented unquestionable signs that she was topping the summit. Edwin conceded defeat and sweltered in the warm juicy cunt sloshing on his prick. With a roar, he shot his essence into the redhead. Simultaneously, Cinou pinched down hard on the redhead's nipples and triggered his fuckmate's explosion. Her eyes popped open in wonder and dismay on his first shot. The redhead had expected to cum ahead of Edwin and then pull out his orgasm thereafter. This simultaneous orgasm was not the plan. But she was too far down the road to backtrack. She must run across the finish line and face Edwin's later for his evaluation of her performance. Edwin pumped out the balance of his fluid as the redhead squealed and fell vibrating on his chest. Cinou stayed attentive and gently caressed their backs and arms and legs in order to extend the passion and let the paramours descend bit by bit back to earth. The vibrations in both bodies finally abated. Still embedded, Edwin gripped the redhead's upper arms and levered her upright on his groin. Ever the gentleman, Edwin introduced himself. "I'm Edwin. What's your name?" "My name is Connie, sir. I'm sorry I couldn't get off the second time before you did. I'll try harder to be quicker next time." "Connie, I'm pleased to meet you. And don't worry. That was a really nice fuck." "Thank you, sir. I hope I otherwise met your expectations but if you have any feedback or advice about where I could do better, I would be pleased to hear it." "Nothing that I can think of at the moment but if something comes to mind later, I'll send a form over to Administration and your housemother can review it with you." Connie remained expressionless but she was unhappy with Edwin's reply. Her past male companions had been disparate and craved many different things. She wanted to learn, without delays, all the male-satiating variations imaginable. Edwin interrupted her thoughts. "It's time for you to ease me out of your pussy. Make it look and feel sensuous. Stay dedicated to my concluding pleasure." Connie had been bracing herself on Edwin's chest. Her rumpled red hair was draped all around her torso. She used a hand to swish the obscuring red swags behind her so they could both watch the impending withdrawal. Connie raised her hips slowly, permitting Edwin's still tumescent meat to retract from her puffy, soaked cunt. Edwin felt every millimeter of his waning shaft scrape along her embracing cunt tube. His corona throbbed throughout its journey down and out of the supple tunnel. Edwin's dick finally slapped gently against his stomach and dribbled some latent cum into his bellybutton. Connie pivoted over him on one knee and went to the bathroom to tidy up. Returning quickly, she used a warm damp towel to clean Edwin. Edwin relaxed as the two ladies sat on folded legs facing him in bed. Their hands lovingly caressed Edwin's inner thighs. Edwin queried them about their obsession with Freewill Weekends. Both females were senior level students at Total Woman Academy. After exhaustive classroom and laboratory preparation, they sought to perfect their techniques and effectiveness. They hungered for these opportunities to rehearse their assimilated talents on genuine male sex partners. A knock at the door interrupted their musings. A maid entered with fresh linens. Her nametag read 'Cucina'. She wore a standard housekeeping dress that struggled to contain her hourglass Hispanic figure. Her dark wavy hair was bunned. The resident naked trio got off the bed so Cucina could change the sheets. Edwin sat in the cushioned arm chair while the two naked students cuddled in his lap. Edwin watched Cucina bend and lift, presenting her tightly clothed body at all angles. Edwin's cock began to react to his contemplations. The girls noted his arousal with unrestrained giddiness; hoping for yet another opportunity to learn some new skills. Cucina finished the bed and the remaining main room before entering the bathroom. Edwin pushed the optimistic pair off his lap and rose. He took their hands and led them to the door. He gave each a quick kiss and dismissed them with a smart crack to their bare asses. He turned and headed for the bathroom. Cucina was putting the finishing touches on the bathroom freshening. Edwin started the bathtub. Cucina bent over to replace the remaining supplies under the sink. Edwin approached Cucina from behind and gently ran his hands over her perfect ass. Cucina waited in position for Edwin's next choice of moves. "Cucina, please stand up and face me." She complied, arms at her side. The dress had large white buttons closing the front from cleavage to hem. Edwin plucked open the button between her tits and then opened the rest to the hem. He shrugged it off her shoulders. Cucina wore no bra and her corpulent breasts looked fabulous. He hefted one in each hand, thumbing the nipples and kneading the resilient masses. Edwin stepped back and sat on the edge of the tub, leaning over to check the water and close the taps. He sat square on the edge and looked this next tutoring session up and down. "Remove your shoes and panties. Leave the stockings on." Cucina bent forward and skimmed off her panties. Her recently manhandled boobs swayed as she unbuckled and kicked off her heels. Edwin beckoned her forward to where he sat. She stopped short, hesitant, and afraid she might err by misinterpreting his directions for her. He pulled her closer with hands on her ass cheeks. Her pussy was ripe and puffed-up. He could smell her arousal and his half full cock sprang higher at the sight and smells. Cucina detected Edwin's genital movement and glowed inwardly about his apparent intention to tutor her in new talents. Edwin slowly rolled the stockings down her flawless legs caressing the skin up and down as he leisurely completed the disrobing chore. Finally, he loosed her hair pin and the bun unraveled over her shoulders. She shook her head to untangle the waist length rolls and projected a 'ready-to-go' deportment. Edwin was also ready to go. He swung into the tub of water and settled into the built-in backrest. "Join me here between my legs and face me" he demanded. Cucina stepped in and settled her butt between Edwin's spread knees. He handed Cucina the scrubby sponge and she conscientiously washed every inch of Edwin's body. Wash...rinse...repeat. During the extended process, Cucina missed no opportunity to rub her slippery boobs, thighs, arms...whatever against Edwin's skin. Edwin actively employed his hands in similar tactile interaction. When each bather was squeaky clean, they settled back into their initial positions. Edwin put Cucina's hands on his dick. Cucina grasped Edwin's rod and cuddled it. Edwin sat up and placed one index finger under her chin. He pressed upward and Cucina kneeled up on her knees. She maintained her gentle touch on his cock. He drew her forward for a kiss, a soft long kiss. Edwin's other hand fumbled in her crotch, checking her vaginal lubrication. He found it suitable to the task. Poking a finger inside, he discovered her tube was ridged with small fleshy folds that would give his cock added sensations during his prods. He adored the assortment of vaginal textures and techniques this weekend had revealed to him. Edwin pulled her face along with his as he laid back, continuing the lip play. Cucina shuffled her butt into position for the pending ride to ecstasy. "Cucina, I'm ready for you now. Show me the depth of your talents but remember this is about making it good for me. You can have your fun later. Your primary motivation for this encounter is to maximize my pleasure. Show what you can do and we will review your performance post-coitus." Cucina absorbed the directions and took a deep breath to focus her concentration. She levered up his cock and found his tip with her lower lips. A smooth entry completely encased his stiff cock in her cunt. Edwin jogged his hips. Cucina matched his moves and the bathers relished the slip-sliding of the co-joined parts. Cucina was grateful for the chance to get in this run-through. She had been assigned housekeeping duties for the Freewill Weekend and feared the occasions to get coaching would pass her by. She was grateful for this unexpected time with this guest coach trainer. She was dedicated herein to demonstrating her very best techniques. She hoped Edwin would point out where she could modify or enhance her repertoire to make her performance the best ever. She was so lucky to be here in this tub with Edwin at this time. She felt blessed. Edwin was also feeling a bit blessed. This fifth female of the weekend was nigh ready to wear him out. She was working his prick like there was no tomorrow. As the Weekend was coming to an end, that was rather appropriate. Later today, Edwin would leave Freewill Weekend and return to his vanilla corporate world, ending this 'dream'. Edwin wrapped his arms around Cucina's waist and palmed her ass cheeks as they sloshed in the suds. He drove hard into her, again and again, reveling in her sensual, ribbed tunnel. He huffed and puffed, drew in a last big breath and vigorously expelled both air and semen at the same time. Cucina heard and felt the dual blasts and she responded in kind. Her cries of pleasure were music to Edwin's ears. Subsequently they lay in the water, wiping wet hands over sensitized skin as they cooled from the sexual heat. Finally, Edwin spanked her ass once playfully and Cucina exited the bathtub. Edwin rose and Cucina toweled him down. Cucina gathered her things and stood attentively watching Edwin. She swayed excitedly and hugged her retrieved uniform and lingerie, in nervous anticipation of Edwin's appraisal of her performance. Edwin's mind was lost in a mild sorrow at his impending departure from this place. He suddenly noticed Cucina's attentive posture and realized she coveted his evaluation of their coupling. "I think that went pretty well. Adoringly, you were hesitant at first and didn't take too much initiative. After you learned my appetites, you fed them with a full course meal of robust sex. I like a quick learner and so will your ensuing selecting male companions. "You have a fabulous body, lots of sensual flesh and a crenelated cunt tube that basked my cock in all kinds of thrills and jolts. Keep toning those cunt muscles. The lucky men who decide to fuck you will discover those hidden but intensive pleasures when they inevitably plunge into your cunt. You're hot and are only going to get hotter with practice, so practice a lot!" Cucina beamed at the praise and thanked Edwin profusely for the lesson. She didn't want this to end. "Can we go fuck in bed and get me some more practice right now?" Edwin shook his head blandly and said, "No time. Besides, I've already drilled your cunt more than I should be expected to or that you probably deserved. I'll wait until you become more proficient in the best use of your crenulations. Get some practice with the other coach trainers and maybe I'll try you out again when I'm back in a few months. But you have had enough of my tutoring for today. You're dismissed." Cucina exuded pride as she skipped out of the coaching suite. She thanked her lucky stars that Edwin had been available today for her unforeseen tutoring session. He said she was hot and she would get even HOTTER! But Cucina was not completely naïve. She knew men varied in their tastes, for all things, sex included. She should get a few more opinions of her talents before embarking on any one fixed course of action. She looked forward to lots of Freewill Weekend practice encounters with expert coach trainers like Edwin. But why wait until next month? The weekend was drawing to a close but, if she hurried, she could reach the Administration Office and beg to be released from housekeeping duties for the remainder of the day. She wasn't being selfish; she only wanted her fair share of tutoring. She was simply following up on Edwin's recommended practice regimen. She might catch a lingering coach before they all departed. Cucina quickened her step towards Administration. She exited the ancillary training facility and marched across the intervening pool deck to the main building. The pool area was almost deserted. One lone man was seated at an umbrella table on the far side. They had not hitherto met but Cucina recognized him as the Coach Trainer Emeritus, an older grey haired gentleman that regularly attended Freewill Weekends. Cucina was sure that with his years of experience, his field trial of her talents would provide the astute second opinion she sought. Cucina almost ran the remaining distance to Administration bent on pleading for permission to reap one more tutoring session before the weekend closed. -------------------- Ethan lounged next to the pool. His chauffeur had called. There was a minor problem with the limousine. The repair would take a few hours. Ethan concurred with his recommendation to fix it now before the long journey home. He welcomed some time to recover after rigorously tutoring three lively students this weekend. He wasn't as young as he used to be. Ethan watched the lone naked student quick-step in her heels, carrying a small bundle of clothes, jiggling across the pool deck to the main building. He was charmed by all of the students' youthful enthusiasm. Everything seemed so urgent and so important. At his age, he had seen a lot of life. This Total Woman Academy and its Freewill Weekends had been an integral part of it. When he had first met the woman of his dreams, he had not known of her special education here. As their relationship bloomed, they got married. He was drawn into her extraordinary world. His wife always believed TWA was instrumental in bringing her and Ethan together. She shared with Ethan her special affection and gratitude for the way TWA's three fundamentals of intelligence, beauty and poise had transformed her into a Total Woman. She had encouraged Ethan to frequent the Freewill Weekends, letting him discover the best of the best that the world had to offer. Good as that was, he always returned eagerly to her. He shared with her every new found sexual trick and their total relationship grew stronger for it. In time, they enrolled their daughters in the Academy. Ethan continued the Freewill Weekends and preferred to register for the random rotation roster. He allowed fate to pick his assignments. When the whims of karma offered up his daughters for tutoring, he took a clinical approach and faithfully executed his coaching obligations. He gave his daughters the same rigorous carnal tutoring that he gave to any other student. He knew his grand-daughters were already enrolled in the TWA's lower levels and might very well cross his path someday. Such things were the vagaries of his life. The decades had passed pleasurably but eventually he lost his beloved wife. It was a soul searching experience to nurse her through her waning days. After that, he attended the Freewill Weekends less often, more as a legacy to her memory than as a healthy life maintenance routine. -------------------- Cucina stated her case with a rush and the bemused administrator granted her leave to seek out one last tutoring session for the weekend. She dropped her arm load of clothes right there in the office and dashed naked to the pool area exit, hoping to catch the Coach Trainer Emeritus still at his table by the pool. -------------------- Ethan's musings were interrupted as the main building door crashed open and the naked quick-stepping student quick-stepped his way. Her nubile body jittered in her heels. At half the distance, Ethan saw her visibly slow and compose herself for a proper greeting. She jittered less robustly but still very pleasantly to his table. Cucina ended standing respectful and close to him. "Good evening, sir. Have you had a good weekend?" "Very satisfying, thank you. And who might you be?" "My name is Cucina. I'm a student here at the Academy." "I see." Ethan scanned her up and down. She had toned legs, smooth ass, shaved cunt, firm waist, great tits, cute face and a full head of long wavy fly-away hair. She was a fine example of the complete female package. Cucina thought 'Now what?' Edwin had said '...the lucky men who choose to fuck you....' If she wanted this coach trainer's opinion of her '...hidden but intensive pleasures...' she needed to get him to '...plunge into her cunt...' She decided on a direct approach under these hurried circumstances. "My last coach trainer said I have hidden treasures requiring plunging...I need practice and toning....and, well, I want another opinion and..." Ethan placed a calming finger to her jabbering lips and made a 'shhh' sound. "You're babbling, my dear. Take a breath and start over more slowly. What were his exact words?" Cucina took a deep breath, causing her boobs to elevate and settle. Taking that as an invitation, Ethan moved his hand from her lips to her alluring breast and fondled the perfect specimen. Cucina paid no particular attention to his cuddle. She had become accustomed to this behavior. Men seemed to like playing with her bulky tits. Ethan continued to knead the mass as Cucina closed her eyes to refresh her recollection of Edwin's speech. Total Woman Requests 05 "Uhh..let's see...he said... 'I have a fabulous body, lots of sensual flesh and a crenelated cunt tube that basked his cock in all kinds of thrills and jolts. I should keep toning my cunt muscles because the lucky men who decide to fuck me will discover those hidden but intensive pleasures when they inevitably plunge into my cunt. I should get lots of practice'...or at least he said something like that." "Okay...and you want my opinion of whether that's true or not?" "Yes." Ethan continued his manipulation of Cucina's breast and smoothed his other hand over her bare hips and ass. "Well, first, he was right about you having a fabulous body and lots of sensual flesh. He also mentioned a crenelated cunt tube? Those are very rare. I have only found a few over my decades of tutoring but they are always splendid discoveries. They do put extra sensations on a thrusting cock and are treasures to plunge through. Let's check that out." Ethan placed his middle finger at Cucina's oral lips and she tongued and sucked his manicured digit to lubricate it. Ethan slid his hand between her legs, tapping her inner thighs, thus directing her to widen her stance. She shuffled her heels a little farther apart. He inserted his wetted finger completely up her pussy and scraped it along her tube. He discovered the truth. What joy! Cucina DID have a crenelated vaginal channel that was the mother lode of sensual treasures for every fortunate cock that happened to plunge its depths. "Yes, Dear. You seem to be crenelated. If it's true, I can offer to tutor you in some techniques you can use to get the most from your genetic good fortune. Do you desire my assistance and opinion?" "Please, sir. That would be so wonderful!" "My chauffer is late collecting me but if we get started right away, hopefully there will be time to complete the tutoring session before he arrives. Prepare a flat lounge nearby as a functional work platform and then help me remove my shirt and pants." Cucina initiated the first of her chores in this tutoring prospect. She draped a towel over a flattened out chaise lounge. She returned to deftly unfasten Ethan's clothes. She folded them neatly on the table. Ethan's cock was beginning to harden as she led him to the prepared workbed. Cucina stood before Ethan and looked down at his fattening stiffness. She lifted it in her palm, feeling the weight. Her fingers closed on it and she drew her hand along its length. Ethan let the Faux Pau pass for now. He would soon teach her to ask permission before touching the prized trophy of a male patron. Ethan returned to fondling and caressing Cucina's tits, thumbing the nipples. There was a scraping sound behind him. Cucina peeped in its direction and tensed. Her thoughts were a near panic of '...no, no...we can't be too late...don't stop us now...go away, go away...' Ethan saw her eyes widen in angst and felt her apprehension reflected in her tensed grip on his dick as she froze her stroking caress. He turned his head to see what the disturbance could be. His uniformed chauffeur had arrived. He had kept a respectful distance to give his boss privacy. He remained serenely attentive. Ethan gave his chauffeur his full attention but meanwhile continued squeezing two handfuls of tit. The chauffeur started to apologize. "Please pardon the interruption, sir. The administrator said I could find you here but she didn't tell me you were still working." "It's okay, Charles. I was just squeezing in a little unexpected overtime. When I don't finish my allotted workload, my roster backs up and then my schedule falls apart." "That's a very sound policy, sir. Anyway, the limousine is repaired and we can leave at your leisure. No hurry. Please take whatever time you wish in fulfilling your obligations here. I will wait in the main building lobby." He tipped his cap and strolled off to disappear through the main building door. Cucina visibly relaxed and Ethan gave a hip jog to prompt her back to the tutoring. She recommenced the cock caress. It hardened sufficiently and he pushed on her boobs to back her toward the waiting chaise lounge. Cucina sat and Ethan rotated her onto her back, squaring her head at the center of the end as he pulled her long rich hair to one side. It fell in waves over the lounge edge and formed its own little puddle of beauty on the deck. Ethan clamped her hips in his palms and shuttled her remarkable ass to the center of the lounge. He planted her heels up on the sides of their towel draped workstation. Her legs were bent with her knees raised skyward but bowed wide to the sides. He got aboard the lounge and kneeled upright between her legs. Cucina was glad that Ethan had agreed to stay late and undertake this appraisal of her genetic quirk of fake. She looked in his face as he braced his arms next to her torso. He leaned over her body and, on his hands and knees, continued the tutoring. "You can use any of the different coitus positions. This one is simply convenient for us now. Use your hands appropriately. In this position, you can and should caress your companion's back and ass cheeks at will. Kissing is good, tongue is even better and it will help your selecting male get as rigid as possible. A fatter erection stretches the cock skin and super-sensitizes those nerves. A fatter erection also adds pressure against the sliding conjoined membranes. Do what you can to get him big. "When the man is set to begin, you should offer to assist with positioning his cock for insertion. If he grants permission, use a hand to lever his knob to your opening or waggle your hips to find his tip; that usually does the trick. During the follow-on stroking and thrusting, let him set the pace. Match his moves. "Use hip rolls and hip slides to lavish massages on every surface of his knob and shaft. When you gain some experience and have a few more practices under your belt, you will probably find ways to clamp down and add rhythmic pressure to the male's shaft. Thereby, you will give even greater '...thrills and jolts...' to his sensitized nerves." Cucina listened to the directions and considered the essential points. She needed to absorb a lot of stuff. "I'll try hard to remember all that. Can we try some practice now?" Ethan replied affirmatively by bending down and kissing Cucina. They played tongue tag for a while and licked each other's lips. Cucina caressed his back and, since he was still braced above her, furtively touched his cock which seemed to be very hard. Ethan pulled up and frowned. Cucina noted his look and remembered his words. "Sorry, sir. Next time I will remember to ask permission first." Ethan nodded. Cucina showed promise as an apt pupil. She was quickly assimilating his rigorous rules and learning her role in complying with them. Her future looked bright. Ethan returned his focus to his immediate position and the assignment before him. Ethan lowered his hips and Cucina levered his large knob to her dewy lower lips. "That's it, my dear, align me correctly. I will push in with one long slow thrust, my first '...plunge into your cunt...' as you say. Once I get fully seated, I will establish the stroke length and speed. When we get our rhythm stabilized, try rolling and sliding your hips. I presume you're ready but,...well... it doesn't really matter because I'm starting anyway, ready or not." Ethan took a deep breath and Cucina quickly did the same. He pushed mightily and, with an audible groan, punched his knob through her opening. He kept going down her tube and bottomed out at her furthest depth. DAMN! Her cunt was wet, spongy and TIGHT. Ethan paused to savor the swaddling warmth of Cucina's inner body where it was sheathing his prick. Then he got done to work. Ethan pulled almost all the way out and reversed back in. His stomach bumped her flat abdominal midsection. He wrapped his arms beneath her shoulders and drew her in tight. Her cushioning boobs were crushed beneath his chest as he laid his upper body weight fully on her. He buried his face in her luscious hair. Her supple thighs rebounded his hips after every piston drive of his prick. Cucina studied Ethan's movements. She picked a suitable moment and began rolling her hips in time with his strokes. Ethan's knob was pressed even harder against her walls. She could feel her crenellations rubbing his corona as it slid through her tube. Ethan must be feeling them too because her ears were filled with his staccato 'uh...uh...oh, yeah...oh...'. Cucina could feel other things. Her pussy lips tingled from the pounding they were getting as Ethan's pubic bone bumped it on every deep dive. There was a heat brewing deep in her core. Ethan was breathing more rapidly. His breathes were puffs, not normal intakes and exhales. His incoherent vocalizations got louder. She was trying to keep stride but Ethan kept increasing his speed. He was groaning loudly. Cucina finally lost her focus as the electrifying wave of orgasm burst throughout her body and she went rigid. She was held corralled in Ethan's arms. Ethan bellowed and Cucina felt his discharge in her womb. He crushed her breasts even tighter in the hug and mashed his hips down hard on hers, trapping her motionless as his subsequent cum shots filled her deepest recesses. The coach and his student vibrated to a standstill, resting in each other's arms and groins. Ethan exchanged smooches with Cucina on neck and ears. He loathed leaving her warmth but finally extracted himself before sitting fatigued by her recumbent side. He lazed his fingers around her sweaty, engorged nipples. "Well, I concur with most of your other coach trainer's findings. Your cunt is a fantastic fucking machine and you will learn to use even more effectively after lots of spirited practice. Strengthen and tighten those hip rolls and slides. They add power and clout to the '...thrills and jolts...' that your crenellations drive into the male's genital nerves." Ethan tweaked a nipple and gave her a good natured butt smack. "I've got to go now. Maybe we will meet again another time." Cucina hugged her arms across her plump breasts as her entire body abided in her lingering sexual quivers. She watched Ethan dress and depart for the lobby. She also hoped they met another time...soon. Cucina closed her eyes and contemplated this day's lessons. She had discovered that each coach could show her different techniques. She learned that she couldn't foresee what her next fuck partner would truly wish from her but she must be ready for everything. Hence, Cucina was eager to return for many more Freewill Weekends and learn everything from each and every coach trainer. Someday out in the world, she would meet 'the one' that she would want as her lifelong companion. Cucina wanted to become his perfect 'dream-come-true'. She wanted to become the best she could be. Cucina wanted to become the devoted female who sought to endlessly satisfy her virile male companion. Total Woman Requests 06 Mrs. Rush reviewed the TWR Final Request Voucher. It looked to be in order: the Pledge Contributor's Requested Scenario, TWA Security's Clearances for Scenario Participants, Electronic Funds Transfer Authorization and the Confirmed Venue Schedule. All Total Woman Academy Pledge Contributors (PC's) had discretionary use of the Total Woman Academy Graduate Network. TWA graduates donated their time and talents to events that contributed their earnings to the TWA Alumni Fund. The graduates volunteered for assignments at exclusive TWA Health Clinics and Resorts. Total Woman Requests offered the graduates additional volunteer assignments in unusual places and settings. All assignments offered abundant opportunities for graduates to refine their unique talents. This Pledge Contributor was a semi-pro rugby player who was incessantly bombarded with his team mates about their sexual adventures, all of which were unbearable braggadocio from a bunch of pussy-whipped married homebodies. The PC decided to stage a "put up or shut up" weekend to expose his mates to their big talk/small walk. Mrs. Rush scrawled her approval on the Voucher form and handed it to her secretary. The fantasy was underway..... ------------------------------------------------ Bevin stood resigned facing forward before the scarab's center radio masthead as Pedro tightened the restraints on her pulled back wrists. The boat rolled gently in the ocean swells. She was being prepared for delivery to the yacht just visible on the horizon. Pedro gave one last tug to check her firm connection to the boat. It would be unfortunate if she was lost overboard during the upcoming bounding high speed run. He moved around her and flipped her long dark curls behind her back. They would flap like streamers in the wind, adding to the visual allure of the 'gift'. Contemplating the salt spray which would shower the foredeck, Pedro removed his own sunglasses and placed them on Bevin's face to protect her eyes. Safety first! Satisfied that his cargo was secure, Pedro leaned in and stole a kiss from the irresistible restrained Bevin. His hand cupped and kneaded one bikini-straining breast. Bevin sucked his tongue as he lingered in the fondling lip-lock. He released her mouth with a wicked smirk. Pedro loved his job. It was jam-packed with risky feats of daring, big powerful man-toys like this scarab, advanced surveillance and counter-surveillance technology and abundant money in undisclosed bank accounts. And 'perks'; the perks would have enough alone but were simply icing on the cake. Pedro leered at the feminine parcel in his custody. One more detail to go. Pedro gripped the intracup-strap of Bevin's tit-stressed bikini top and ripped it off. Her bounteous breasts popped up and settled with a liquidly undulating jiggle. Yeah, the 'perks' were the deal-closer. With one final inspection round the package ending with a sassy butt slap and nipple tweak, Pedro went below to start the delivery run. The scarab engine's roared to life and the boat hurled forward into the sea swells. It clambered to cruising speed, steeple chasing from one wave cress to the next. The deck leapt in a rolling rhythm that kept Bevin's round chest orbs bouncing, nigh flapping, and matching the sea swells' cadence. On the yacht, three men sipped drinks on the aft deck, lounging around the onboard wading pool, swapping risqué boasts. Three heads turned to the high pitched keen of the scarab's inboard engines and followed the progress of the approaching speed boat. As it neared, the scarab veered off and made wide circles, spiraling inward with several revolutions around the craft, plowing a yacht rocking wake and displaying the near naked trophy mounted on its deck. It slowed and came about to maneuver alongside. Once tied off, the scarab captain strode to the foredeck, released Bevin's from the mast, but not from her wrist cuffs, and hoisted the beauty over his shoulder. He boarded the yacht carrying Bevin, her toned ass presented skyward. He walked aft and plopped her with a splash into the yacht's shallow deck pool. "Your host sends his compliments and his gift. I will stand off until 10 AM tomorrow morning after which I will reclaim the bitch. Enjoy your night." The yacht's two crew members followed the scarab captain onto his speedboat, which revved away and anchored a mile off the starboard bow. Bevin sat handcuffed in the pool. Frank, George and Harry ogled her in awe and confusion at what had just happened. Bevin waited while they milled around her, asking each other half-whispered 'what-the-fuck' questions. When their attention returned fully to her, she spoke. "My name is Bevin; that was Pedro, my drug-dealing boyfriend. I like nice things but he never gives me enough money. He caught me stealing. This is my punishment. You can do whatever you like with me, but please don't actually injure me. Pedro will ask tomorrow if I repeated these instructions exactly. Please tell him what I just said. If he thinks I lied, he will beat me." Frank and George each took a shoulder and hauled Bevin to her feet. They tried to release the handcuffs but they needed the key. Harry removed Bevin's sunglasses and met her big brown eyes. "Where's the key?" Bevin glanced downward and mumbled "It's tucked in my cunt." Harry burrowed into the front of her thong and found moist warm flesh folds but no key. "I said 'tucked IN my cunt'" Harry squatted and skimmed her thong down her supple thighs to provide better access to the warm pink 'key-holder'. He wormed two fingers into her vagina and found the key. He jumped up with a 'whoop', pinching his metal prize. Frank took a grab at it but Harry pulled back. "Finders-Keepers. It's mine. But before I use it on her cuffs, I want her to work for it. Let's go inside." George held the rear cabin door open as Harry and Frank duck-walked the thong hobbled Bevin into the yacht's main lounge. She stood in the middle of the room and each man took a seat in cushioned chairs circling her. Harry lifted the key. "Last man will release your cuffs. Before that, you will play whatever game the others ask you to." The men played a few quick rounds of rock-paper-scissors to establish the order of rotation: Frank first, then George, then Harry. They settled in for the show. Frank sat back and motioned Bevin towards his chair. Bevin hobbled over with her thong still at 'half-mast'. "First things first. Ask me nicely to remove your panties." "Please, sir, will you remove my panties?" "Not unless you ask me better than that." "Please, kind sir, I have my panties caught on my legs and can't get them down. Please help me." "Okay, better. Turn around." Bevin reversed and stood backwards at Frank's knees. Frank palmed her ass cheeks and slid his hands all around her hips, waist and thighs. He gripped her thong strings and peeled the scrap down to her ankles. Bevin pawed them over her feet. Frank opened his own shorts and dropped them off his legs, baring his groin. "Turn around and kneel here close to me, between my legs." Bevin turned and kneeled between Frank's spread thighs. Frank foisted her magnificent globes in his palms, fondling and kneading the flesh, pinching the nipples. "Lean your chest over my cock. You're going to grind me out a boob job." Bevin leaned in until her boobs mashed around Frank's dick. She shuffled in and leaned up so Frank's view was not blocked by her head. Her hair hung forward, threatening to obscure Frank's view of the impending action. He flicked it behind her back. She looked up into his face. Frank pushed his hands on the outside of her tits, surrounding his cock with the warm skin tunnel. Bevin began the stroke, taking as long of swipes as possible, keeping some part of Frank's dick always encased. She pulled back until just the top of the knob touched the bottom of her boobs and swept downward until the knob emerged on top and her under-boobs rested on his ball-sack. Again and again and again, until she saw Frank pant, close his eyes and grunt long and loud. His sperm splattered her crevasse but she didn't stop the motion until the fifth and final rope splashed out. Frank looked down, satisfied with their joint handy work. He pushed her back to the floor and dismissed her with a hand wave. George softly called Bevin's name. She rolled upright and shuffled on her knees to face him. George opened his waist and fly to expose his ready erection. "Suck it." Bevin leaned in and slurped the knob into her mouth. George felt his tip bump then slide past the entrance to her throat. She went all the way down and swallowed the knob, lips wrapping the base of the shaft. Then back up with tongue flutters along its length and tip. Bevin worked the shaft, always looking downward. She could sense George's end approaching from the noises he was generating. At the climax of the sexual crescendo, George yelled and Bevin received his load in five pulses. She swallowed dutifully and as George's middling erection shrank in her mouth; she leaned back licking her lips and waited for his next demand. His head collapsed in the headrest and he closed his eyes. He merely dismissed her with a backhand wave. Harry was ready for his turn and the finale of unlocking her cuffs. She approached his chair on her knees, noting that he had already doffed his shorts. "Let me see the cuffs." Bevin turned and bent over, raising her clasped wrists towards Harry. He took them in a hand, tilted them to examine the locks and dropped his grip. "Not quite yet. Back up and straddle my thighs." Bevin complied but she needed help standing. Harry pulled her further back onto his lap by handling her hips. When he felt her unseen pussy lips tent his erect knob, he guided her down over his shaft. Bevin knew the drill and stroked while rolling her hips, rubbing his knob firmly against her passageway. Harry directed the pace and motion with his hip clenching hands. Bevin was doing her best to follow his lead. Harry was finally ready and moved one hand to her vulva and rubbed. Bevin purred and then peaked just as Harry reached his zenith. She vibrated around on Harry's lap before finally going limp, flopping her bowed back against his chest. Calm returned and Harry leaned the near limp female forward enough to unlock the cuffs. He pushed Bevin off him and back to the center of the room. She lay on her side, curled up, recovering. Now what? Harry waved the boys together into a quick huddle. They quietly argued back and forth until they all nodded 'okay' and returned to their seats. Harry told Bevin their plans. "So, Bevin. You came even though we used you roughly. Let's work with that. We know that you are a drug dealer's bitch and a thief. But we are going to trust you anyway to keep an honest score in a contest. "You will spend alone time with each of us, three hours each. You will decide the winner of three different contests. One prize goes to whomever cums the fastest, in or on you, doesn't matter. Another prize goes to whomever cums most often in the allotted time. The third prize goes to whoever you decide cums most powerfully. "We will compare notes before you're retrieval tomorrow. If we think you are not completely honest, we will not help you with Pedro's query and he can punish you for us. We will keep the same rotation: Frank, George, then me, Harry." Harry paused to see if Bevin balked or protested. Hearing none, Harry invited Frank to get things started. Frank tugged Bevin to her feet and towed her down the companionway to the private bedroom suite. -------------------- Frank opened the cabin door to allow the newly unrestrained Bevin to pass through. He entered and locked the door behind him. Bevin was facing him. She was barefoot, nude, looking just-fucked and really exotic. Frank's dried cum stain tainted her cleavage. "Go clean my sperm sludge off your boobs before we start." Bevin entered the attached bath and Frank heard the shower run. He went in, doffed his duds and got into the shower stall with Bevin. She seemed to have accepted her lot and obeyed Frank's directives. They suds each other down and played mutual groin massage. The heat built until they peaked together. Bevin made a mental note of 20 minutes as she re-cleaned hers and Frank's crotch. In the bedroom, they cuddled before Frank pushed Bevin's head toward his core. She tongued Frank's cock until he re-hardened. She took him in her oral grasp and plunged down, swallowing his length. Frank was slower to cum this time, his third of the evening, so he dribbled rather than spurted. But it still counted towards his total cums score. He flopped back and had Bevin straddle his face. He tongued her gash, bringing forth her solid orgasm. He slowed but didn't quit. Bevin peaked again. Frank had recuperated enough by then that, when Bevin felt his cock, she handled sufficient stiffness. She slid down and eased his stiffness into her fully lubricated cunt. She worried that he would slip out if she stroked, so she employed hip rolls and muscle clenches to stimulate him. It worked. Frank shot his third load into her womb, but quickly shank and fell out. Bevin collapsed on his chest and they caressed tenderly until the ship's clock chimed at the end of their three hours. Frank's score was 20 minutes and three times. The power contest would be determined after the completion of all three periods. Frank got up and staggered out the cabin door. He passed George in the gangway making his way to the bedroom suite. "How was it?" "You're about to discover that for yourself, buddy. Good Luck!" -------------------- George entered the suite to find Bevin kneeling, bare ass on her heels, on the bed facing the door. She had quickly refreshed in the head and returned in time to greet George properly. George simply kicked off his clothes, rolled Bevin on her back, slapped her inner thighs as a sign to spread and saddled up. She was still oily from previous use and he had no difficulty quickly bottoming out. Bevin rolled her hips to tickle his cock tip with her cervix. But George was going for the gold. He thrust long and strong, banging his pubic bone onto her clitoris, working hard to gets her lust climbing to a quick orgasm. He wanted points on his scoreboard. Something must have clicked as Bevin cried her passion before George inundated her vagina with spunk. 15 minutes. They lay relaxed until George hunched up and began an oral tempest of stimulation to Bevin's nipples. Little kisses, flat tongue licks, lip suction, tooth-trapped nipple-nub pull-ups. He made Bevin brace his shoulders with her arms and employed his hands in boob kneading and crushing, straining to reflect nervous buzzes from her tits to her cunt. It worked. Bevin breathed deep and George switched to the same performance on her cunt lips. Bevin arched her back and cried out, resonating the wall paneling. George still had a couple more in him and hurried to get his dick ready for more action. He kneeled up between Bevin's spread thighs and placed Bevin's hands on his dick. She tenderly caressed the shaft, thumbed the knob and tip and fluttered his ball sack with the fingertips of her other hand. She leaned up and scooted until she was sitting in George's lap with his cock up her cunt. George hugged her breasts hard into his chest as Bevin performed the stroking duties. She was rewarded by another of George's shots before they fell together on Bevin's back and let the vims dissipate. George rolled off and ran a quick shower. He returned to a still reclined Bevin. His time was up. He gave Bevin's cheek a quick peck and with one last boob squeeze, George departed. George had garnered scores of 15 minutes and two orgasms. Bevin rose, refreshed and clambered back on the bed, kneeled facing the door and awaited Harry. -------------------- Harry strode through the door naked. His sturdy erection bobbed in front of him. He advanced to the bed and stood expectantly. Bevin cradled his erection in her hand, gently rubbing the sensitive skin beneath the crown. After a few moments, she drew Harry close and licked the knob. Bevin heard Harry moan and he spewed on her face. Two ropes gone, she stuck it in her mouth to collect the remaining discharges. Her nose, chin and cheeks were already slick with milky goop. Bevin figured 5 minutes max, the winner of that part of the contest. Harry backed off and Bevin dropped her hands. Harry smacked first one, then the other outside of her tits. The disk tipped organs bounced and jiggled as he patted them back and forth between his palms. Bevin tried to help by thrusting her chest forward and up. The sensations were reflecting to her cunt and she was well into her rise when Harry stopped, rolled her back and saddled up. Her breasts felt extra warm from the walloping he had imposed. He hugged her tight, crushing her heated meat into his torso. His hips jackhammered and Bevin was pinned down for this vigorous fucking. Bevin relaxed and let Harry drive the routine. Suddenly, her pussy tingle blasted sparks from her toes to her eyeballs. She arched upward. Harry paused as she gusted for air and watched her face as he waited her out. When she showed signs of normalcy, he started up again. Bevin felt a higher frequency tingle this time and repeated her reaction to it. It was even stronger and longer this time and she swooned longer before returning mentally to the room and Harry. Harry waited a little longer for Bevin's recovery. He made eye contact and nodded. Bevin nodded back. Harry drove his most brutal pounding yet, packing her full of his tumescent meat and battering her clitoris as hard as he could. Bevin shrieked; it was almost painful. Harry was gusting through to his own finale. Harry blew his essence deep in her tube. Harry had achieved 5 minutes and two orgasms. Bevin had let out another shriek and passed out. -------------------- Bevin's eyes fluttered open. She lay on her back in bed; Harry was dabbing her forehead with a damp cloth. "You okay?" Harry asked. Bevin mentally surveyed her body. Her cunt was sore as hell but other than general muscle fatigue from the forceful fuckings, all else seemed well. "I think so." Harry pulled her arms until Bevin sat up. She walked unaided to the bath, freshened up and re-donned her thong bikini bottom. When she was ready, Harry walked her to the lounge. A small spread of breakfast food had been setup. Bevin served the three men breakfast and ate some welcome nutrition herself. When the paramours had finished their coffee, Frank asked for the contest prize results. "Well...Harry cummed the fastest. On the first time, he spewed on my face before I even knew he was peaking. His time for that was probably 5 minutes. Next closest cummer was 10 minutes. "Every one of you came once in the lounge and at least twice in the bedroom except Frank who added one to make it three. "However, I came once in the lounge, three times with Frank, two times with George and three with Harry. That's nine times and makes me the one who cummed most often. I win that prize. "Power is harder to judge but here's what I think. On my last orgasm with Harry, I passed out. I think that constitutes the most powerful orgasm. I claim that prize also. There was a stunned silence broken when Frank whined his reply. "Well...you can't be the winner; that wasn't what we meant." "That's my decision. You can talk to Pedro about it if you want. He should be here soon." Harry spoke up "Maybe we won't wait for Pedro!" He motioned Frank and George to grab her wrists and ankles and they carried her out on deck. The scarab was warming its engine and lazily circling at a distance, waiting for the imminent 10 o'clock pickup. Total Woman Requests 06 Frank and George had Bevin hammocked between them next to the gunnels. They started the windup swings but Harry stopped them. "At least I was the winner of quickest cummer. I want my contest trophy." With that he grabbed Bevin's thong bikini and ripped it off her ass. He punched his arms aloft in a 'victory' stance, waving the teal cloth and laughing as he skipped a little dance. Frank and George laughed along. Bevin waited suspended between the two men by her ankles and wrists. Frank and George started the three warm-up swings again. On 'three', they launched Bevin high in the air overboard. Bevin splashed down ass first with her body 'Vee'd. The geyser was not huge but respectable considering her small overall size. When her head broke the surface, she turned towards the yacht and threw them a defiant middle finger with her arm as high out of the water as she could reach. Then she turned and swan the intervening distance to the scarab. She climbed the stern ladder and went below. The TWA Pledge Contributor wrapped her in a towel and hugged her. "Oh, that was such a great job, Bevin. You were fantastic. I can't wait to get back there and confront their sorry asses. Thank you...thank you...thank you!" Bevin saw Pedro at the computer console editing the secretly filmed tapes of her performances. As he finished, he handed the DVD to the PC who took it with him on-deck and boarded the Zodiac with the duo yacht crew. They set off for the yacht leaving Bevin in Pedro's proficient care. The Pledge Contributor smirked as he clutched the DVD. After showing them the videos, he would never again have to suffer impertinence from his three married rugby mates. -------------------- Pedro logged on to the TWR website and found the directory for this particular assignment. Bevin leaned in to watch, her full breasts mashing Pedro's neck and shoulder. Pedro entered the code for 'Mission Accomplished'. Bevin smiled. Their work was done for now and they could wait here for their next respective assignments from Total Woman Requests. Bevin turned Pedro's face to hers and kissed him. Her towel fell away to the floor. Pedro returned the kiss with enthusiasm. Bevin reached down to unfasten Pedro's shorts. Her bare tit poked his cheek. He turned his head to suckle on the rosy nipple. Bevin found tumescent meat inside Pedro's pants. He was aroused from watching and editing Bevin's all night sexual artistry. For TWR operatives like Pedro and Bevin, time between assignments was called 'me-time' and Pedro was ready for some 'me-time' after watching Bevin's activities over the last day. Pedro stood, dropped his shorts to the floor and scooped Bevin up in his arms. He threw her onto the cabin bunk. Bevin was a considerate bundle of cooperation, eager to help Pedro get past his immediate urgency. She lay back, spread her thighs and rejoiced in the solid thrusts as he drove into her. Pedro tried to linger but he was too excited this first time. He hastily spilled himself into her and collapsed on her soft cushioning body. Bevin caressed his back, then disengaged his cock from her core and lay next to him, hoping he would recover swiftly so they could enjoy a second less hurried period of 'me-time'. She drew lazy circles around Pedro's nipples interspersed with soft strokes on his flaccid prick. Pedro's Blackberry buzzed. He checked his message and learned that he would be partnered again with Bevin on the next assignment. TWR collaborated with TWA Security on corporate espionage missions. An art museum in New York City suspected recent petty art thefts were an inside job. Pedro and Bevin would mount a sting operation posing as drug dealers laundering money. They would bait the trap and wait for the art museum's security guards to bite. They were due in NYC in a week to get started. The assignment was budgeted for a month. He handed the Blackberry to Bevin. Bevin read the message and her heart leapt. A week and a month with Pedro; what luck! Sting missions often entailed long periods of waiting for the targets to 'do something'. Sex was a great way to relieve the hours of boredom. All of the dozen male operatives Bevin had partnered with over the past year were good but Pedro was her favorite. His cock was thick and long, always filled her completely and brought her multiple orgasms. Now she was scheduled to spend a week and a month with him. They could slowly cruise the scarab the short distance to Miami, anchoring frequently for loads of 'me-time'. Then fly to NYC. After baiting the sting, they would wait in a hotel suite for nibbles, possibly for weeks. That meant more prolonged stretches of 'me-time'. Pedro was having the same thoughts and his cock got fat and hard. Bevin was always a boundless panty of sexual vitality. Over the next five weeks, Pedro intended to partake copiously of her carnal buffet. He thrilled at the prospect of the plentiful 'perks' to come. He rolled toward Bevin and pulled her mouth to his groin. They began to sample the first of many delicacies in the near limitless banquet to come. Pedro loved his job! Total Woman Requests 07 Mrs. Rush reviewed the TWR Final Request Voucher. It looked to be in order: the Pledge Contributor's Requested Scenario, TWA Security's Clearances for Scenario Participants, Electronic Funds Transfer Authorization and the Confirmed Venue Schedule. All Total Woman Academy Pledge Contributors (PC's) had discretionary use of the Total Woman Academy Graduate Network. TWA graduates donated their time and talents to events that contributed their earnings to the TWA Alumni Fund. The graduates volunteered for assignments at exclusive TWA Health Clinics and Resorts. Total Woman Requests offered the graduates additional volunteer assignments in unusual places and settings. All assignments offered abundant opportunities for graduates to refine their unique talents. This Pledge Contributor had requested a fantasy for his unsuspecting executive employee, the Chief Human Resources Officer of his wholly-owned corporate conglomerate. The man served him well but his recent divorce had him off his game emotionally. The PC wanted to get his valuable executive 'back in the saddle'. He requested a staged corporate HR audit of some prospective subsidiaries. The request included several exotic venues and numerous exotic women. Mrs. Rush scrawled her approval on the Voucher form and handed it to her secretary. The fantasy was underway..... ---------------------------------------------- Gavin arrived at work already stressed. The long commute from his ex-burb house wearied him. His wife and children were gone and the house was too big but he was too busy to find different accommodations right now. Someday he might find a small efficiency apartment nearer to the downtown office tower. Gavin took the elevator to his office high above the lobby. He made his way past his subordinates' orderly desks to his own corner office. Someday, they needed to repaint this area. It felt dingy and dark, the lighting marginal at best. His mature secretary was suitably polite and professional, wishing him a 'good morning' before returning to her busy-work. Her busy work seemed to consist of cycling ongoing detailed reports between Gavin and his staff. Gavin found his desktop piled with paper and his in-box already cluttered. Gavin was very capable as the Chief Human Resources Officer for this international conglomerate. Each division's culture was unique and required different approaches to their administrations. His record of tailoring the solution to the subsidiary but maintaining standardization of the overall conglomerate's policies was masterful. He knew, and his boss readily acknowledged, that Gavin was the best in the business. Gavin's staff had learned of his penchant for perfection and preferred to get his pre-review and markup before the finalized documents were prepared. Those pre-reviews took up a lot of Gavin's time, most of each morning. But that time was not available today. He was scheduled to be in his boss's office at 10 AM for an unanticipated urgent meeting. -------------------- Gavin sat before the man who had been his boss for the past thirty years. As company owner, he had near unbridled power to make things move and shake. He was always direct with his praise and criticism. He launched right into the subject at hand. "Thanks for coming on such short notice". Gavin thought '...as if I had a choice...' "We are in the final stages of acquiring three more subsidiaries. The deals are almost done but I want you to get an intimate view of their operations before we close the deals. If we buy them, you will be in a better position to meld their personnel policies with ours. You leave in a few days and will be gone three weeks." "Three weeks! I can't leave the office for three weeks! My desk is crammed with reports to review and there are the quarterly summaries to prepare. Not to mention that chauffeur's sexual harassment suit that we will have to settle out of court. I just can't leave so soon for so long." Gavin's boss leaned back in his chair. Then he leaned in, poked a finger down on his blotter and delivered one of his trademark direct responses. "Gavin, in a few days, either you're going to be on the plane to the assignment or your resignation is going to be right here in the middle of my desk. I am making this assignment mandatory and a condition for your continued employment. You have taught me well what I can and can't do personnel-wise . I can and will do this." Gavin's boss kept is face stoic but his heart raced. There! He had 'gone for broke'! It was a 'tough-love' moment for the sake of this true friend and a truly valuable employee. Gavin had been even more valuable before his ex-wife fucked her tennis coach and their marriage and then estranged their grown children from him. For the past year, Gavin's boss had watched Gavin's spirit flame out and a 'shock to the system' was needed to set it ablaze again. Gavin understood that his boss had the power to follow through with the threat. Gavin's life was already in turmoil and he dreaded any more disruptive changes. The few weeks would pass and then he could return to the unchanging routine that had become the remaining security in his life. -------------------- Gavin's flight landed in Milan, Italy on a Thursday. Milan's fashion industry hosted some sort of promotional show every weekend. This weekend was no exception. An international lingerie company was introducing its newest and most daring products. Most were only sold online because mainstream shopping malls considered the products and their displays indecent. The designer label was the acquisition target for Gavin's company. Gavin exited the VIP section of Immigration and Customs. He found Antonio, the sale promotion manager waiting. Antonio sported a fine Italian suit with two bits of sensational ebony eye-candy draped on his sleeves. The models were lithe, graceful and barely dressed in short skirts, heels and sleeveless tops. Their African heritage was evident in their dark skin tones and dreadlock hair-dos. "Welcome to Milan, Mr Gavin. How was your flight? Long, I'll bet." Antonio clicked his fingers toward a uniformed porter and pointed to Gavin's luggage. One of the affectionate eye-candies transferred her clutch from Antonio's arm to Gavin's and the party made their way to the waiting limousine. Champagne was distributed and Antonio started Gavin's orientation. Gavin's arm candy turned out to be Attyka, his translator/hostess/guide for the weekend. Antonio would be busy with the fashion show but Attyka would be at his disposal 24/7. Attyka smiled and stretched her long dark-chocolate toned legs into the center well space. Her abbreviated skirt rode up past her hose tops and flashed her panties. She smiled over the rim of her champagne flute and beneath her lustrous dreadlocks. "Please ask me for help with anything anytime. Anything." Gavin was trapped by her gaze but was freed by Antonio's voice. "Attyka, and this other lovely creature Amarya, and a few others, are competing to be the spokes-models for our hottest emerging market. Sub-Saharan Africa's vast petroleum, minerals, gems, rare earths and virgin forests are generating enormous profits and creating pockets of affluence adjoining the resource exploitations. We want to join the new 'Rush for Africa' and distribute our luxury products to those exclusive clients, at very attractive prices. "We have almost completed the designs for our products and their sales promotions. They must be perfect. We would greatly appreciate your help with our final inspections. Another set of eyes often finds things we overlook." The other three compartment's occupants held their collective breath as they watched Gavin's reaction and hoped for his approval of the request. "Sure, sure...whatever I can do to help." The three let out an animated whoosh and smiled broadly at each other. The models' bright smiles lit their beautiful dark faces. "Good...GOOD! That makes us very happy." The limousine slowed and turned into entrance of a tall modern building. "Well, here we are at the hotel. I must leave you now to organize details of the fashion show. It must be perfect! Please allow Attyka to help you get settled in your room. I commend you to her capable hands." Attyka attended to the check-in details and they rode the elevator to Gavin's suite. Attyka made small talk. She told Gavin she was Rwandan. Gavin perceived the tall, lithe, well-developed build of a true Tutsi. Her makeup highlighted her smooth, dark, glossy skin. Attyka helped Gavin unpack. As she stooped and bent to the tasks, her white panties often flashed from beneath her short skirt. The brilliant contrast sent the same titillating rush through Gavin that her smile had done in the limo. Gavin was feeling his erection get snug in his pants. "There is a dress rehearsal starting downstairs soon. We should attend. You may want to freshen up and change." Attyka stood expectantly as Gavin hesitated. "May I help?" she asked. Gavin was frozen, again, in her smile. Attyka took the initiative. She undid the buttons of his shirt and removed it. She unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants. His erection peeked through the fly of his briefs. Attyka smiled some more. "Oh my, Gavin, what have we here? Did I cause that?" Gavin started to stutter a reply but Attyka put a finger to his lips. "Gavin, I am your translator/hostess/guide for the weekend. Antonio has assigned me to be at your disposal 24/7. I meant what I said about helping you with anything, anytime. Anything. "We can't let you go to the show in this condition. The fashions are meant to be very stimulating. If you go to the show like this, you will be hard, aroused and fantasizing the whole time rather than critically inspecting and appraising the products." As she spoke, her hand burrowed through his fly and held his dick for emphasis. She pushed hi m back into a chair and knelt before him. "Gavin, it's my obligation to do what is best for the company. Please let me take care of this for you so you can help perfect our line of products. May I proceed?" Gavin was choked for words and simply nodded. Attyka's dreadlocks moved forward and obscured the view as he felt Attyka's mouth descend on his cock. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. Her warm, wet mouth slurped his knob and shaft. Gavin had been in a rather dry spell since his divorce, the flight had been long, the welcome stimulating and now his dick was buried in Attyka's gullet. Gavin didn't last long and his sperm hosed out. His body spasmed and shook. He tried to civilly suppress his moans but failed. Attyka stayed on him until his vibrations ceased. She swallowed and rose. She led Gavin to the shower and toweled dry him when he emerged. He dressed and they took the elevator to the lobby and strolled arm in arm to the rehearsal. Gavin sat between Attyka and Amarya as the other models strutted the catwalk in daring, barely-there and nothing-there lingerie. All of the models were African. The skin-tones ranged from light Arabic mulatto to ebony princess. Every physically perfect model fit perfectly into her perfect lingerie. Antonio had been busy matching the features of the models to the features of the lingerie. White and neon covered as little as possible of the ebony skins. Pastels decorated the lighter browns. Modest breasts peek-a-boo's through strategic gaps and cup-less or shelving corsets displayed full views of the buxom ones. The high heels aided the bounce of breasts and butt. Trim muscles rippled beneath leg, arm and stomach skin. Amarya leaned in and whispered to Gavin "See anything you like?" "All of them" he replied. "That's too many. You'll have to narrow it down. We can do some closer inspection." Gavin contemplated the pool of models and costumes available. He recalled one model wearing a shelving corset with large nipples that jiggled. The corset was a pastel and her skin was lighter than Attyka's but still very dark. Her roundness was magnified by her shorter stature. She wore her straighten hair past her shoulders. "I liked the shorter one in the topless blue green pastel corset." "Oh, Gavin, you have a very good eye. She's Ebo from the coast of Nigeria, one of our most promising markets. I'll arrange a meeting with her later so you can get a real feel for our product line." The rehearsal show wound down. The models did a group walk-through and Antonio went on stage. He recited his Thank You speech to 'all our wonderful guests, models and distributors'. The auditorium was actually empty except for Gavin and his two seat mates. Antonio stood at the catwalk exit as each model stopped for his inspection. He checked clothing fit and finish, dispensed praise and critiques, palmed a boob or ass at will and received a 'please pick me' peck or smooch from each competitor. It was Antonio who determined which models got lucrative contracts to walk the catwalk and which ones got pink slips as they walked out the door. He relished the authority over them every day and, even better, every night. Gavin followed Attyka and Amarya back to the elevators and ascended to his suite. Waiting inside was Akeisha, the round buxom Ebo beauty wearing her satin pastel shelving corset. "Gavin, we think this product is going to be a best seller for us. The design is meant to offer the male easy access to all the essential female sensual zones. Her boobs and nipples are racked up for visual presentation and tactile access. The matching silk panties have a split crotch so the aroused male can breach her portal without the interruption associated with removal. The rear laced-up closure panels adjust the constriction from a loose, comfortable fit through an overly tight binding posture. "The satin exterior is smooth and plush. The silk lining is slick and cool. The stitching and seams are layered between them, isolated from all dermal contact. We are meticulous about that. It would be terrible for both lovers if one was troubled by a scratch or itch at the height of a hammering wild fuck. "Would you like to judge how great our product feels?" Gavin smoothed a hand over Akeisha's side and abdomen. The girls all tittered. Gavin was confused by their reaction. "I don't think your hand has the adequate sensitivity for a full evaluation. Let's get you ready for a full test run." Attyka and Amarya started plucking at Gavin's buttons, buckles and elastic bands. Forthwith he was standing naked In the middle of the suite. Akeisha was short but when standing in her heels, her forehead met his chin. She closed her arms around his back and rubbed the satin against his lower midsection, pressing her nipples to his ribcage. Akeisha pulled Gavin's head down for a kiss. He basked in her oral caress. Her torso continued moving on his midsection. Her nipples bumped his chest. Gavin was getting very stiff and his erection was tapping horizontally up against Akeisha's panty covered vulva. He loosed his hug but Akeisha did not. "We don't need to stop. Keep it going. We can do it right here standing up." Attyka and Amarya heard Akeisha's pleas and moved in to assist. Gavin and Akeisha needed help staying upright during their copulation and the women would brace them in place. They each hugged one of Gavin's arms. Akeisha raised one leg, caressing it along Gavin's outer thigh and hip. She wiggled her hips around until Gavin's tip contacted the slot in her split panties. She called to the women for 'a little help' and Attyka used a free hand to spread the fabric and align Gavin for entry. All the players were set and the game began. Gavin pressed up and Akeisha pressed down. Gavin was enclosed in pleasant, wet warmth. The primary players rubbed, jostled, bumped, hopped, bounced and generally moved at will, limited only by the pivot-point central connection and the need to not fall down. Two things were evident. One: The corset satin, Akeisha's nipples, thighs, arms, all of her skin, her hair, everything was a luxury of 'smooth'. Nothing itched, scratched, scraped or irritated them to interrupt their focus on the stimulation. Gavin got the same effect he would if he were fucking a billowy, sexual cloud. Second: Nothing lasts forever. Gavin huffed, puffed, gusted, moaned, yelled, and then pulsed his spunk into Akeisha. It was a most satisfying feeling. He was encased deep in one woman and enfolded and buoyed by all three. He completely relaxed his body and didn't move an inch. Well, almost. As he shrank, his cock retreated inch by inch out of Akeisha and past her panty modesty panel. Gavin could not consider it a barrier. Laughing, they shuffled over as a group and collapsed on the bed. The two assisting women untangled but let Gavin and Akeisha play post-coitus cuddling to revel in the diminishing rush of blood through their recently roused sensual zones. Gavin eventually rolled on his back and dozed. He awoke alone with a note that Attyka would escort him later to dinner and the fashion show. She was true to her word and the evening was a big success. Antonio booked many orders before the products had even gone on the market. All expected that after product trials by the early technology adopters and the coveted word of mouth advertising, market share in Africa would grow exponentially and generate huge profits. Attyka had tucked Gavin into bed. Later, Amarya had climbed into Gavin's bed and, through the night, had tucked Gavin into her body, twice. Her Namibian body was insatiable. Morning came and Gavin woke alone. His flight was scheduled to depart late in the morning. Attyka accompanied an early room service breakfast, helped him pack and escorted him to the airport. During the ride, she queried him about his stay: was there anything he needed, anything he wanted, anything he missed. Gavin finally got the hint. "You and I never fucked. It was a tremendous blowjob but we never fucked. I kind of regret that." "Gavin, I won't let you leave Milan with regrets. It's still a half hour to the airport and I am still at your disposal 24/7." Attyka unbuttoned her blouse, removed her panties and pulled Gavin's pants off. She flipped up her abbreviated skirt and straddled his lap. For the next half-hour, Attyka rode Gavin's cock as they rode in the limousine. Gavin sucked her nipples and relished the feelings on his stiff cock of Attyka's pussy jostled by the limousine's stiff suspension. At the airport, the chauffeur announced their arrival through the onboard intercom. Gavin was too choked to respond so Attyka told the chauffeur to drive around awhile until they were through. Three circles of the airport entrance later, he heard Gavin and Attyka gust and call out each other's name. He pulled up to the departures gates portico and politely waited at the curb until Gavin and Attyka released the inner door lock and emerged clothed, flushed and smiling. At the last stop before entering the security check point, Attyka squeezed one longer, deep kiss from Gavin. She hugged him close and whispered in his ear. "Will you be coming back soon?" "I don't know. I have two more inspection tours before returning to my corporate office. After that, I don't know what will happen." "Remember me fondly, Gavin. I am your translator/hostess/guide, at your disposal for anything, anytime, 24/7. Don't forget about me." Gavin whispered in her ear "I won't because I can't." But he had to leave her there as he entered the security check point. -------------------- Gavin's flight landed at SeaTac Airport in the rain, go figure. Ashley, the statuesque redhead protocol hostess met him at the VIP arrival lounge and escorted him to the waiting limousine. Her fitted designer dress hugged her hour-glass curves and she was graceful as a gazette. The chauffeur handled his bags and Gavin entered the rear compartment with the hostess. The limo headed to the dock where they caught the high speed catamaran to the San Juan Islands Conference Center. Total Woman Requests 07 The target company was a wide ranging distributor of personal products. This weekend the best sales teams were gathered for a retreat. There were a dozen senior salesmen and a near equal number of saleswomen in attendance. In the world marketplace, sales encounters cover a waterfront of situations but generally fall into three categories. The first category is cold calls requiring a lot of 'chat up' to establish rapport with new potential clients. A good salesman spends time getting to know the client's personal details through conversation and social interactions. They try to discover how they can best serve the client's needs, even needs the client is shy to acknowledge. These were the playful 'get to know you' situations. The next step and second category is client maintenance; serving existing clients as trusted advisors to keep them up-to-date with new products and services. These are the in-depth trial and error situations, trying to maximize the long term contentment of both parties. The worst category is client retention. The client is disappointed with the relationship and emotionally cold. The vendor's salesmen have to submit themselves to the client's wrath, trying to prove their devotion to the client's best interests. These were the dark situations, almost brutal. A final twist is variety. Salesmen court the clients they were assigned. It is the salesman's job to stretch his facilities and adapt to the variety of clients' wishes and desires. The retreat would include group and breakout exercises to simulate best practices. Other activities would infuse the retreat with realism. Ashley handled the conference check-in and then escorted Gavin to his room. The large suite contained a small efficiency with bath, kitchenette, and separated sitting, office and bed rooms in one large area. She made sure he was settled and said the pre-conference cocktail hour was at 6 o'clock and the welcome and kickoff dinner at 7 o'clock in the main dining room. Dress was daily business formal. Gavin wandered to the cocktail area at the appointed time. The hostess at the door had his nametag. It said 'Gavin, No. 4'. She explained that his dinner table was No 4. Gavin mingled with the conferees but many were old chums and he was new on the block. He mostly admired the female sale staff. Every one of them was a knockout wearing fashionable business attire. They all appeared to be in their 20's and were brightly conversing with the other attendees. The overhead speakers announced dinner and everyone headed to their tables in the dining room. Gavin found Ashley already seated at No 4 and they were joined by a salesman and a female staff wearing a tag that said 'Aurora, No 4'. He was enthralled with her. She was a brunette with hair that brushed her shoulders. Her Jewelry and makeup set off her perfect high-boned cheeks with almond shaped brown eyes. She fit well into her tailored wool business suit with the alluring insinuation of sexiness in a professional setting. The four made small talk. Ashley seemed to spend more time getting to know the other salesman at their table while Aurora seemed to focus on him. As the table was cleared, the retreat facilitator mounted the podium. "Good evening and welcome to our annual retreat. For those who have been with us before, welcome back. For the newbies, welcome and get ready to enjoy the next few days. The retreat will focus on the three typical sales situations. We will listen to experts and practice some best practices in class. Pay attention, there will be homework and grades. High score wins a prize. "Check with the dining room hostess for your new name tag each evening. It will show your new table assignment. We want to help you practice flexibility and adaptability in client relations. Okay, that's all for now. See you at breakfast, 8 o'clock sharp. Swap partners and have a very pleasant evening." Gavin was still absorbing the 'swap partners' phrase when Ashley leaned in and pecked his cheek before clutching the other salesman's arm and departing the room. Gavin felt abandoned until he realized that the other female at his table was still there with him. "This is your first retreat, isn't it" Aurora said. Gavin nodded. She continued. "You will be assigned a new table number tomorrow evening for dinner. There will be a random rotation of seating pairs among the tables. After dinner, we swap with the other couple and she will be your partner until the next dinner. Until then, you and I are assigned as team partners for all retreat activities. It forces you to get flexible and accept dictated variety." Aurora rose and said she looked forward to being his partner. She sashayed from the room. Gavin looked around the dining room and saw most of the tables were empty. He departed for his suite. He had barely gotten settled in his room when there was a knock. He opened the door to find Aurora. She was still dressed in her business suit and carrying her feminine brief case. "I thought we could get a good start to getting a high score by really working hard on tonight's homework assignment. There really is homework, it's graded and there are prizes and punishments. The high 10% of the scores get company paid vacations. The bottom 10% of the scores gets fired. I want to stay above that bottom 10%. It would be nice to get the top 10% but the competition is pretty fierce. Do you have anything to drink?" Gavin found the bar frig had a couple bottles of wine. "Red or white?" he asked. The female always picks white and so did Aurora. Gavin was already in his shirt sleeves so Aurora doffed her jacket as well. Her breasts strained the silk blouse. The 'team' settled into the sofa and Aurora got out her conference workbook and schedule packet. "Tomorrow, we will be doing the 'cold call / chat up' workshops. Our homework is due at the beginning of class. Then we will spend all day as a team performing the exercises." "What's our homework?" "Everyone has to submit a written description of their team partner." Gavin laughed. "That will be easy. I'm just going to write 'charming, smart and beautiful'." Aurora smiled and touched his arm. Gavin felt an electric sparkle run to his brain. "That's sweet, Gavin, but homework is graded and there's a long list of formatted standard questions to answer. Take a look." Gavin took the multi-page form. The questions seemed pretty standard; almost like the job applications he crafted for the conglomerate's many divisions. Name, age, place of birth, education... He flipped the page... Marital status, children's name and ages, siblings, parents, pets, hobbies ...he flipped another page... Height, weight, hair color, eye color, favorite clothing colors, favorite foods, favorite sports, favorite vacation venue...he turned another page. Shoe size, pants waist and inseam, shirt/blouse size...he flipped to the final page. Briefs, nut-bag, panties, thong or commando...length and diameter of cock (flaccid / erect)...circumcised...knob diameter...larger gonad-left/right... Bra size...diameter of nipples...shade of nipples...full bush, trimmed or shaved bare...depth of vagina...cunt tightness scale (1-10)... Favorite arousal method... favorite fucking position...time to orgasm (average of 3 trials)...spits or swallows...cuddles or dozes afterwards... Gavin looked up at Aurora. She rummaged a cloth measuring tape from her brief case. "Morning will be here sooner than you think and there's a lot of material to gather and exchange. It usually takes all night, so let's get started." Aurora started at the collar and unbuttoned Gavin's shirt. When she reached the bottom one, she continued to his belt and zipper. Gavin didn't protest. He stood to let her take off his shoes, sox and pants. He doffed his shirt. Aurora looked him over and noted his underwear choice. "Well, I'll answer 'briefs'. Most men like to strip the female and take size and color notes as they go. I think you might find it interesting but if it doesn't sound attractive to you, I can undress myself." Gavin simply picked at Aurora's top blouse button and performed the same pre-survey duties on her. The answer to one question was 'thong' and another might be 'lime green' but he would confirm that with her later. After unhitching the bra, he noted a good 36-C on the tag. The tape read 1-3/4 inches for nipple diameter. He wasn't good with color shades so he wrote 'dark rosy pink'. Then he found another answer was 'shaved bare'. Aurora discovered 'oral' was his favorite arousal method. 4 to 6 inches long, 1-1/4 to 2-1/2 inch circumference, 'quick' (about 10 minutes for the first trial). Gavin could report that Aurora 'swallows'. After a little cool off and recuperation time, Gavin found more answers. Aurora favored seated vaginal with deep kissing with lots of tongue. He would ask her later about the heavenly perfume on her neck and hair. Her first / his second trial went 20 minutes. Gavin could honestly report 'tight' and 'deep enough'. Aurora stayed the night and in the wee hours of the morning, the team got their final answers. Her two next orgasms went 15 minutes each; Gavin's third took 30 minutes. Both teammates averaged 20 minutes each. Aurora discovered Gavin liked her in the 'cowgirl' position. They showered separately but filled out their homework forms at the kitchenette bar in terry robes over coffee. Then they dressed and were out the door and at their pre-session breakfast by 8 o'clock. Ashley was on time with her teammate. He strutted with a chest full of pride and she radiated an 'all fucked out' glow. Gavin handed in his homework at the start of class. The rest of the day was spent on exercises in greetings, chit-chat, rapport building and uncovering clients' needs. By the end of the day, the team of Gavin and Aurora were clicking and they were almost reading each other's thoughts as they simulated sales calls with the other teams. At the end of the last class, the retreat facilitator reminded everyone that dinner was at 7 o'clock and dress was social formal. Gavin arrived at dinner in his tuxedo. Aurora strolled in wearing a dynamite floor length, strapless gown. Their new nametags read 'No. 7'. As they promenaded to Table 7, Gavin again admired the racked up cleavage that he had methodically measured the night before. Their new tablemates / swapmates arrived and if first impressions were any good, Gavin was going to enjoy homework, no matter what it was. Her nametag read Amanda. She had straight platinum blond hair that hung to mid-back. She stood almost Gavin's height in her heels. She wore a red cocktail dress with a hem well above the knees and a cleavage exposing keyhole design held by a neck strap. Large silver hoops glittered at her earlobes. Over dinner, the table mates talked shop and exchanged chit-chat. During coffee and dessert, the retreat facilitator mounted the podium. "Well, is everyone having a good time?" There was a general murmur of approval and light applause. "Great! So, let's get right to our next homework assignment. There's a note card at your place. Answer the question, in writing, without disclosing your answer to the others and seal it in the envelope. Men exchange sealed note cards and women exchange sealed note cards. Open them later before doing your homework. Breakfast is at 7 o'clock. Your homework report is due at the beginning of class tomorrow morning at 8 o'clock. Classes and exercises tomorrow are 'client maintenance'. Have a pleasant evening." Gavin opened the note card which had one question: Favorite fucking position of partner last night? Gavin wrote 'seated vaginal' and sealed the envelope. His male table mate exchanged envelopes with him and then departed the dining room arm in arm with Aurora. Amanda held Gavin's hand and offered her invitation. "Come by my suite later and we will do our homework." Gavin was agreeable to that. He strolled to his room and changed to more casual attire. Shortly thereafter, he found Amanda's room and knocked. In his hand were two envelopes: the notecard and the homework assignment. Amanda opened the door still dressed as she had been for dinner. There was a red wine already opened on the kitchenette bar and two waiting stemware glasses. "Welcome, Gavin, please come in. I hope red wine is okay." Gavin entered and said that would be fine. He sat on the sofa and Amanda poured the wine. She folded her legs beside her for a sideways sit and leaned against his shoulder. They opened the one page homework form and read it together. There were three short essay questions: What was your current partner's favorite fucking position? What modifications/enhancements to that position were you able to deliver? What were the results of integrating the modifications / enhansements? Gavin looked at Amanda. She waggled her sealed envelopes in her hand. Gavin dug his out of his pocket. They opened them. Amanda read: 'cowgirl'. Gavin read 'missionary'. They read each other's cards and agreed they were correct. Gavin asked Amanda a few general questions. "How long does it take you to orgasm?" "About 20 minutes." "20 minutes each?" "Only once." "Then we should explore ways to increase your yield. I might be able to help with that." "Okay. How about you? Why 'cowgirl'?" "I can close my eyes and relax. I drift away in my fantasies." "Let me show you ways to stay in the moment with me." Having agreed to the exchange of ideas, Gavin and Amanda finished their wine. "Who goes first?" Gavin offered to commence the homework assignment by helping Amanda increase her orgasmic production. They moved to the bed area and unhurriedly removed each other's clothes. The discovery process was a pleasant interchange of giggles, kisses, caresses and hugs. Then it was time to turn to the real work at hand. His demeanor became more serious, business-like, focused on performing the tasks necessary to complete the homework assignment. Gavin cupped Amanda's cheeks in his hands and kissed her deeply. Amanda responded invitingly, protruding her own tongue to taste a lingering hint of the wine Gavin's mouth. She stepped back and let him view her full breasts. Gavin did not take time to examine the exposed flesh. He scooped Amanda into his arms and piled her on the bed. Laying her face up, he squared her in the center of the bed. He bunched her hair and arranged it in a golden halo about her head. Gavin lifted Amanda's at the knees to bend her legs and bow them wide to the sides. He mounted the bed and stood knee tall between them. Gavin took Amanda's palm and showed her a way to cup his cock. She fingered it gently as she gazed into Gavin's face. Gavin now put his attention on his newest discoveries. He placed his hands around each of Amanda's boobs and squeezed, not hard, but a kneading action that was both firm and gentle. He ran his index fingers across the nipple's top disk and white flesh boundary. The center nubs obediently hardened and he captured them between thumb and finger, twisting and pulling just enough to make the jellied supporting mounds ripple. Putting fingers down the sides, he fluttered them making larger ripples bounce around in the playful flesh. His hand swept down her abdomen, going all the way to cup her vulva. He inserted his middle finger in the moist opening, rooted around, sought her G- spot. A quick breath from Amanda announced that he had found his target. He lightly caressed it with his finger pad until her breath sharpened and her face flushed. Indecisive, Gavin wondered whether to quit or continue. If he continued, Amanda would have her first orgasm and he would have free rein to experiment with other techniques to find the best practices. He continued and Amanda arched her back and cried out. He kept his hand tight against her vulva and his finger embedded, waiting until she relaxed her back and regained her breath. Although Amanda still gripped Gavin's cock, she had somehow managed to maintain hand control and not injure him. "Well, Amanda, we have gotten that first one out of the way. Let's search for the rest." Gavin removed her hand from his cock. He moved himself to between her legs and dipped down. He ran his coarse tongue once, slowly up the entire length of her gash. He continued the upward move, stretching his body above hers. Coming face to face again, he dipped his head and kissed deeply, letting her taste a different wine on his lips. Holding the lip lock, Amanda reached between their groins and placed Gavin for insertion. Gavin lifted his face just above hers and they locked eyes. Gavin pushed the knob halfway in leaving the rim still exposed outside her. He jabbed small taps, massaging her outer lips. Amanda suppressed a moan. Gavin pushed further, far enough to get the rim just inside. He push-pulled, stimulating her cunt lips with his corona. Amanda didn't suppress the moan this time but it was subtle none the less. Gavin pushed further still. His shaft was half in and the crown found her G-spot. Push-pulls garnered a louder moan from Amanda and her eyes dilated. Gavin reared back before springing in and burying his cock as deep as it would go. He felt Amanda's flesh covered pubis bone meet his flesh covered pubis bone and he squiggled around to massage her upper vaginal nerves. Simultaneously, the tip of Gavin's dick massaged her cervix and they both felt the sensations of the contact. Gavin made one, two, three butts against her cervix and bone, then a long full stroke almost withdrawing the swollen shaft completely. Buried again, he gave it one, two, three more bumps and another withdrawal. Each long stroke massaged Amanda's G-spot twice, once coming out and once again travelling in. Amanda was moaning in staccato bursts of breath. Gavin liked the sound and knew he was being effective. Finally, as he tried to withdraw a long stroke, something happened and he stayed buried despite his movement. Amanda's back arched and her hips joined his upswing as she screamed out in ecstasy, eyes screwed shut. Gavin simply hung on, suspended, supported by her. Amanda came down from the ecstatic peak. Gavin laid still, his cock still swollen and buried. That was two so far. Gavin's cock tingled but he was not ready to ejaculate just yet. He began the three count and stroke rhythm again. Before long, the deep massages had Amanda peaking again and Gavin paused again and waited her out. That was Number Three. Now his cock was very sensitized and he felt he couldn't last through another of her peaks. He started the rhythm again but this time, as Amanda lifted her hips for her fourth ecstasy, Gavin joined her, stayed buried and pulsed his sperm deep into her snatch. The partners collapsed in a heap on the mattress, too drained to immediately decouple. They dozed. Gavin awoke still lying in her saddle but his cock had deflated and fallen out. He rolled over and Amanda stirred. Her hand stroked his chest and arm. She lazed like that awhile, and then sat up. "That was the first time I have ever had multiples. I had heard of them but never thought that I would have any, just a fact of my life. Your upgrade package has me very intrigued. I would love to keep you company whenever we can. " "You are a very sensuous woman, Amanda, and no one deserves happiness more than you. It's a shame that you weren't introduced to these techniques early on when you first became sexually active. Someone should start a school or something and teach young people the full fundamentals." "Maybe someday they will. But now we need to start on your homework. Think you can manage that?" "I can try. What do you have in mind?" "In order to stay in the moment, you need to consciously keep track of what is happening to you and around you. Don't wonder off mentally; stay with me. If I ask you little intimate questions during our fuck, you will have to pay attention to our activities in order to provide the answers." Total Woman Requests 07 "Sounds fine, but you'll need to coach me through it." "I can do that." Gavin lay back and waited to be coached. Amanda rolled to her side and placed a hand on Gavin's shriveled prick. She tented her finger tips over his knob. She began to whisper and Gavin responded with his own whispers. "What am I doing?" "Fingering my knob." She hollowed her hand and enclosed her fingers. She slid down and back, then again, then again. She stopped. "How many times was that?" "Three." "Okay, we'll call each full up and back stroke a rep. That was three reps. Sometimes the partner will call it six. It doesn't matter as long as they both agree on how to count." Amanda rolled her face to his groin and licked the shaft five times. Gavin answered correctly and his cock began to harden. Amanda opened her lips and sucked him in. She slowly bobbed 10 times then paused. Gavin said nine, which was close enough. He was fully erect now. Gavin touched her arm and Amanda shifted her leg, then her whole body over him and sat astride his pelvis. She moved the bed covers away from their bodies, clearing a wide space for the team to do their homework. Amanda raised her hips above his groin and submerged just the tip of his stiffened cock in her pussy lips. She looked at Gavin, who nodded 'ready'. Moving downward, she let Gavin's hands on her butt guide her into his desired rhythm. Gavin relaxed back into the sheets with his arms behind his head and began the mental count of strokes. Amanda performed a number of reps and paused. Gavin responded "8". Amanda started up again with a faster pace. Her long blond hair swayed around her torso and her boobs bobbed as her body moved with the rhythms. Her areoles became darker with the nubs engorged on her nipples. She rose and fell slowly and steadily astride his pelvis. Her star blue eyes were locked with his in a gaze demanding his attention to the here and now. Amanda's toned thigh muscles worked like pistons to their purpose. Amanda practiced power yoga for muscle tone. Her whole being was now fixed on putting sensations on Gavin's swollen cock as it cycled in her cunt. She sustained her even strokes. Ned mentally counted the number of strokes she performed in this upright position. He removed his arms from underneath the pillow behind his head. She paused. Gavin desired a change of direction and speed. "How many was that, darling?" "I counted twenty five, and that should do nicely for the vertical strokes. Let's switch it up a little." Gavin moved his hands lightly to Amanda's knees propped beside his torso. His cock was buried completely in her cunt as she rested at the bottom. Gavin gave Amanda's knees a few gentle push-pull signals. Without any overt acknowledgement, Amanda complied with Gavin's direction. Amanda began the new forward and backward motion desired by Gavin. She moved her ass cheeks backward along his legs and she felt Gavin's cock knob drag along the length of her cunt wall. It brushed her G-spot and slid towards her vaginal lips. Stopping just on the verge of it falling out, she raised her hips and pushed forward to entirely reseat his cock. Amanda fell into this new tempo. Gavin admired the tidiness of the transition and thought Amanda's techniques were outstanding. He was pleased at the way Amanda had retooled flawlessly and pumped her hips in the new cycle. Gavin's breathing shortened and gusted. He felt the end approaching but wanted to continue as long as possible. Amanda paused again. "How many reps were in this cycle and how many more reps do you want me to do?" "That was 15. I'm getting close. Pump it out for as long as you can. I don't think it will take too many more." Amanda had completed only 10 more reps when the prickly tingle started in Gavin's toes, spread up his legs and crashed into his groin. He rounded his mouth, wheezed out a gust and leaned his head back deeper into the pillow. Amanda saw Gavin's head tilt back, heard his pre-orgasmic sounds and prepared herself for the imminent finale of her efforts. Amanda halted fully embedded at the precise moment when Gavin's cock gushed. Gavin growled low as his first pulse jetted up and out of his cock. Amanda clenched hard with her cunt muscles in order to add resistance to the effort he needed to ejaculate. She trusted that the squeeze would enhance his climax. As Gavin's essence charged into her receptacle, she felt his pelvis strain upward as his back arched. She clamped her cunt even more tightly and held on. Her primal senses joined his burst as yet another orgasm washed across her. Amanda hoped Gavin's sensitized cock could feel her orgasmic cunt contractions running up and down her clenching tube. Amanda cried out her final ecstasy and fell forward on Gavin's chest. Their heat ebbed slowly as hazy consciousness returned. Amanda opened her eyes and watched Gavin's face from up close for signs of his appreciation and pleasure. His eyes opened, he curled a slight smirk of satisfaction and motioned with one sideways head shake for her to dismount. Amanda unsheathed his shrinking flesh and glided to her back by his side. She rested her neck in the crook of his arm. He pecked her on the lips. "Damn, Amanda, you are very good. I think I'll recommend an A for your homework. The results were superb. " "Same for you, Gavin" Amanda smiled and cradled his deflated cock in her hand. She held it lightly and still. Gavin turned his head away and gradually fell asleep. She dozed off to sleep with him. The next day, they went to breakfast, handed in their homework and spent the day in group exercises practicing client maintenance. They performed skits and play acted scenarios of giving clients their information, advice and counseling on product updates and service enhancements. At the end of the day, the retreat facilitator reminded them that it was Goth night for dinner. Makeup and costume artists would be available to help set the dark mood. Black was the appropriate color. Gavin was in a particularly frisky mood and selected black slacks, a tight sleeveless black tee and boots. He let the makeup artist add fake tattoos and black eye shadow. Amanda was waiting in a sassy pirate wench costume. When they entered the dining room, their nametags read 'Number 2'. As they approached Table 2, Gavin saw his original hostess, Ashley, already seated and was pleased that they would be the last table / swap mates of the retreat. Ashley had her red hair tied up in a poofy bun, exposing her ears and neck. She wore a purple cloak of some light fabric tied high on her neck. It draped her shoulders and torso, ballooning completely over her body and chair like a tent. Only her black high heels peeked out below the floor length hem. Gavin extended his hand for a greeting. Ashley sat still, smiled sweetly and said her social hellos but kept her entire body sheathed beneath the cloak. During the meal, she let her current partner feed her food and drink bit by bit but made no move to help. She sat stoic and accepted his consideration. The retreat facilitator mounted the podium for his habitual dinner announcements. "Tomorrow we will practice client retention methods. After dinner, the males will go to the female swap partner's suite where the homework assignments are waiting. Please be safe and reasonable in your execution of the procedures. As always, the homework is due at the beginning of class." Amanda left with her new swap partner and Gavin sat alone with Ashley. "Do you want me to meet you there or accompany you now?" "Whatever pleases you, master." "What's with the 'master' thing?" "That would be easier to explain if you untied and removed my cloak." Gavin plucked at the neck tie and the cloak fluttered to the floor. Ashley was trussed into a leather corset that constricted her waist and racked her breasts up into a delicious rounded cleavage. Her nipples were glossed a deep red to match her lipstick. Below the corset, her shaved pussy was uncovered. Her heels were buckled tight to her ankles. Her hands were hidden behind her back. A silver leash chain descended from a ring embedded in the broad leather collar surrounding her neck. The leash chain was coiled on the edge of the seat between her thighs. Every piece of leather she wore was polished jet black. Gavin took her arm and hauled Ashley to her feet. He found her wrists were cuffed by black leather bands behind her back. Gavin didn't need any further explanations. He gathered her cloak in his arm, took the end of the leash and paraded the trussed and half-naked Ashley behind him out of the dining room, down the hallway and to her suite. He opened the door and pushed her through. She stumbled in the high heels but recovered. On the coffee table was a small array of dungeon devices: knifes, scissors, crops, blindfolds and gag cloths. A set of increasing-sized silver bullet probes completed the toolkit. A single envelope was propped on the counter. It was addressed to 'The Male'. Gavin opened it and read: 'You are disappointed with the way you have been treated. Make her plead to continue the relationship. Be firm and stern about your requirements and what must be done to resolve the situation. Write two paragraphs below, 50 words or less, one from the viewpoint of the vendor and the other from the viewpoint of the client, describing how the situation was resolved.' Gavin put the letter back in the envelope. He saw Ashley try to read the words from a distance. He decided that he would let her figure it out as they went along. Anyway, the setting, clothes and makeup made it pretty obvious what was expected. "Come here, wench." Ashley moved toward Gavin in her heels. She was tall already and the heels brought her to Gavin's height. She stood before him. "Eyes down!" Gavin walked a circuit around her. He checked her wrist cuffs. The cuffs were 'secured' with a jewelry type catch that any child could pull and break. If he accidently went too far she could breakaway and protect herself. That was a proper safeguard. He patted her butt cheeks and the flesh rippled nicely. Ashley truly had a fine ass. In front he smoothed a hand over her shaved pussy. It was also very nice. She wore no stockings. "Slut! Why should I continue to have any relationship with you?" "Please, sir, how have I displeased you?" "You have disrespected me three times with your inadequate attention to my best interests." "But, sir, I did not know you were unhappy with my services." "I have tried to be gracious and kind in my message but you have mistaken that for complacency and weakness. I demand that you make amends." "Please, sir, I am willing to do whatever it takes to continue servicing you. What do you want from me?" "I will overlook the past if you atone for the three past wrongs." "Yes, sir, I will try my best to atone for my negligence." "You must demonstrate that you value me in all ways. Therefore, you will suck, wank and fuck me to my satisfaction. Kneel!" Ashley lowered herself to her knees before him. Gavin's interchange with Ashley had gotten him semi-hard. Her face was now crotch height to him. He unzipped and stood before her kneeling form. Ashley waited for his cock to come to her lips. She hoped he would talk to her about the homework assignment while she served her first atonement. Gavin put his hands into her hair as her face leaned to him. Her tongue scooped his cock into her mouth. She started the sucking as he maneuvered her head around using handfuls of her coiffed hair as handles. "Very nice, Ashley, keep sucking like that. Damn, it feels good in your mouth." Gavin's hands gripped her head and his hips began to sway as he fucked her mouth and she sucked on his cock with firm, wet suction. She could feel his cock pulse as she sucked and he drove the knob into her throat. Her tongue swirled on the cock head. "Keep sucking, you bitch. I want the first of my loads down your gullet. You will swallow when I cum." Gavin began to pump his hips faster and gust for breath. Ashley sucked harder, waiting for him to shudder and jerk before releasing his cum into her mouth. Gavin called her names: slut, cunt, whore, and wench. She felt him twitch and his yell preceded his first fountain of cum spurting into her mouth. She waggled her head on his cock, allowing her lips to caress the shaft. She gulped and pushed her lips forward and sucked his shaft as more cum spewed into her mouth. Ashley swallowed again and held still as he shrank. She let his cock fall from her lips and sat back onto her heels. Gavin grinned and shook his flaccid cock. He pushed it back into her mouth and Ashley gave it a good strong suck to pull out any latent spunk. Gavin groaned and pulled back. Ashley stayed on her knees as Gavin stepped back and plopped into the arm chair. His eye makeup and the dim light of the room gave his face an evil masked appearance. Ashley lowered her eyes under his stare. When Gavin had rested from his exertions and chose to continue, he lifted Ashley by her arm and got her standing again. He released her cuffs and allowed her hands to come free to her front. He marched her to the bed. She faced him as he caressed her tits. They were as easy in his hands as they had been on his eyes. Despite her newly freed hands, Ashley made no move to restrict or resist his movements. She looked down as he kneaded the globes. At last, Gavin tired of that game. He pushed quick and hard on her breasts, landing her on her back on the mattress. "Scoot up into the middle, bitch. Do I have to do all the work?" Ashley butt walked further onto the mattress. Her calves lay off the bed and her heels dangled without touching the floor. Her satin corset was clinched below her boobs and not shelving them anymore. They were still firm but spongy and more torus shaped mounted on her prone chest. Gavin found lotion on the nightstand and dribbled some in her boob valley. He knee walked up and straddled her torso. His stiffening cock waddled as he neared it to her cleavage. "Rub that around a little to get my cock massager ready to go." Ashley used her hands to compress the mounds inward and rifled them back and forth to spread the lotion around. The skin-on-skin contact with the help of the lubrication made a squeaking noise. She let her tits flop apart enough to create an inviting crevasse for Gavin's cock. Ashley waited for Gavin's next move. Gavin straddled her tits and held cock down as he lowered his hips over her chest. Ashley caught his shaft in the soft valley then pressed her breasts together around him. She rested her head down onto the mattress as Gavin began to rock his hips and pump his cock through the warm, soft flesh that surrounded his cock. He saw her close her eyes. "Oh, no, you don't. I want you engaged in the action, cunt." His hands came down to her head. One lifted her by the hair while the other pushed a pillow under her head. He let her head drop onto the pillow which now propped her head forward so that he could push his cock head to her lips with each forward stroke of his knob. Ashley saw the tip emerge and felt the resilient flesh of his knob press against her lips. She opened her mouth and licked. Gavin pushed his further and let the head penetrate her lips. Ashley sucked and licked it and continued to press her breasts together along his shaft. Gavin gave an evil grin. He pinched her nipples, twisted and chuckled at her grimace. Gavin was having a good time fucking the bitch's tits. The sensation was exceptional and her mouth worked hard, sucking and licking his knob. He roughly fucked her this way and saw her face show a moment of doubt about the progress of this exercise. "Good...good...whore. Hold those tits while I fuck them. And suck me as much as I allow you to." Gavin was now turned on by visual, emotion and audio stimuli. Ashley was grunting from the force of his slams. Her mouth was sucking and licking his cock like piece of delicious candy. Her spittle dribbled on her chin. He pulled and twisted her nipples some more, feeling hardness in her nubs. Gavin was feeling the energy return as his ardor rose. He lengthened his strokes; pulling his cock head from her lips, down through the valley and then pushing it all the way back. Gavin was unable to hold back groans and Ashley hoped that he was close. Her boobs were beginning to get sore. Gavin breathed heavily and his throat tensed up. Ashley sucked and licked at his cock head extra hard hoping to help him along to closure. Gavin groaned again, his muscles tensed and back arched. He still held the nipple nubs as his body rose and they were pulled upward by him unknowingly. Ashley watched his face contort and saw his body stiffen. She gave his cock a last lick before her lips closed on the knob. There was a momentary delay and then his sperm gushed forth. Five shots pooled in her mouth and Ashley kept a suction going to release his energy and essence which she hoped would calm him. His body relaxed enough to relieve the strain on her nipples. But Gavin still pinched them between his fingers. Gavin let out a cleansing breath and leaned forward, opened his eyes and looked happily into her face and smiled. He rolled off of her, closed his eyes and dozed. One more scene to go. He hoped it was really good. He awoke with Ashley sitting on her heels sideways to him. She had guarded over him, naked and asleep. Ashley wondered and dreamed about how their last rough fuck would go. She had been thinking about him all week, ever since he walked into her presence at the airport VIP gate. Even with the others, she fantasized about Gavin. She hoped he would let her enjoy an orgasm as he plugged her hole with his prick. Gavin watched her watch him. She was a great looking bitch. It would have been so much better to meet and couple in nicer circumstances. The sudden idea caught Gavin like a blow to the head. His voice was softer as he addressed her. "How are you feeling?" "Fine, sir, what can I do to render you service now?" Gavin went for broke. "Go get the homework envelope. Bring it here." Ashley got off the bed and brought the envelope to him. Gavin read her the text on the paper. Ashley read through it again by herself. "Ashley, I am not a very violent guy. This isn't my style. Let's write out something about how we cleared the air of our grievance and my cock of its cum and kissed and made nice. Then let's drop this charade and really kiss and make nice." Ashley's heart beat a little faster. "That's exactly what I want." They coordinated a couple paragraphs about highly emotional tension release that led to a new understanding and a commitment to talk out their differences in the future before the relationship suffered from miscommunication. Gavin and Ashley both thought that was a proper course of action. The homework assignment was completed. Gavin wanted to wash up. He headed for the tub. After he was settled in the door opened and Ashley walked in. She had removed her heels. She needed help with the collar, cuffs and corset. The collar was easy. Gavin found he catch in back and released it. The cuffs were the same. The corset was a problem. The corset laces were pulled extra tight. Gavin could not loosen the knot. Ashley knew the solution. She returned with the knife from the dungeon table layout. Gavin sliced the laces and the corset gave way. Ashley had been bound I it so long that she forgot how tight it had been. She sighed as it came off. There was no question that she was going to join Gavin in the tub. They sponged and lathered each other. Gavin was careful with his touch on her bruised nipples. He regretted that. Total Woman Requests 07 Finally, they were squeaky clean. Both had separately elaborated a mental plan to fuck right here. Ashley initiated the move. She placed her hands on Gavin's shoulders, leaned over and brushed his chest with her tender nipples. She moved in large and small circles, back and forth, side to side. Sometimes she made little twitches of her nipples against his nipples. Gavin closed his eyes and gave a low moan. His breathing quickened. The bath was deep enough to cover their hips and navels. Ashley stirred the water with her swaying butt. Ned reached between her legs and felt her cunt lips. They were oily. She was juicing nicely, producing more than the stirring water could remove. Their plan could move ahead. Gavin described how he wanted Ashley to rub his cock with her cunt lips. "Use your cunt lips to stroke the length of my cock. Get it hard and slippery." Ashley lowered her cunt lips to his cock. She stroked its length repeatedly. Gavin reached between them and pressed his palm on Ashley's groin. She rose and positioned his cock upright under her cunt. Ashley moaned as she dropped down the vertical shaft and buried him completely inside. It was better than she had fantasized during the time between the airport and now. Gavin was long and fat and filled her completely. Gavin locked eyes with Ashley as she moved up and down in long strokes. She leaned in and gave Gavin a passionate kiss. Ashley jogged towards her ecstasy. Gavin felt his end approaching as well. The prickly tingling started in his toes, spread up the nerves in his legs and crashed into his groin. His breathing shortened and gusted. He leaned his head back and growled low as the initial pulse jetted up and out of his cock. His eyes screwed shut. Ashley matched his peak in intensity and timing. She saw Gavin tilt back his head, heard his animal sounds and prepared herself for the jets of cum to fill her womb. Ashley plunged full depth and clenched hard with cunt muscles. That should make Gavin's ejaculate spring harder inside her. She trusted her squeeze would enhance his climax and maximize his satisfaction with her as well. It would be her Thank You gift to him for ending the pain sessions and letting them enjoy the remaining night. Ashley felt Gavin's hips strain upward as his back arched. She clamped her cunt even tighter and held on. As his male essence discharged into her willing womb, her core sensed the pulse and she joined him in a gut wrenching orgasm. Ashley hugged Gavin's neck. Her breasts were against his chest. Hazy consciousness slowly returned. She kissed his earlobe then his lips. After a respectable time, Gavin shrank and Ashley unsheathed his shrinking flesh. Through the rest of the night, the partners would wake, caress and if Gavin was able, fucked. Otherwise they played tongue tag and sugar kisses. By morning, they had 'revived' their relationship and had learned client retention techniques that would serve them the rest of their lives. -------------------- Gavin's flight landed at Honolulu International to bright sunshine and perfect weather. The airports exits were clogged with flower lei dispensing tourist trappers. He found his name being held by a uniformed chauffeur who helped him with his bags. He was deposited at a luxury beach front hotel. He had a few hours to kill before his site host arrived for their dinner meeting. He headed for the beach. The sunbathers were sparse. Several groups of surfers were riding the modest waves. He walked the beach and stopped to watch a few cajole across and down the waves. There were many mainlanders but the better riders were the Oriental and Polynesian locals who had gathered years of practice. There was a small group of young local woman taking turns with one surfboard. They were pretty good but that wasn't the best part. They were topless, wearing only skimpy neon colored thongs. The all over tans suggested this was their usual routine. Gavin sat in the sand and watched them play. Two would stand on the beach, jumping and shouting encouragement, while the third rode the waves on the shared surfboard. Gavin was close enough to get a great view of wet bouncy boobs and butts. The girls didn't seem to notice him or care. The sun dropped lower in the sky and the trio finished their recreation and headed back down the beach. The show was over. Gavin headed back to his hotel. Kai was the HR manager for the target subsidiary. The company leased out fully fueled and staffed private corporate jets for chartered runs. The jets were used worldwide but mostly around the Pacific and were home-based in Hawaii. Gavin settled into an easy conversation with Kai as they talked shop and told corporate 'war stories'. It was a pleasant meal of tasty food and good conversation. Kai was glad Gavin had arrived at this particular time. "We are commissioning a new jet soon and need to interview and select staff. The three finalists for air hostess were coming by this evening for evaluations. Only one will be hired. The salaries and perks are generous; therefore the competition for the position is intense. I could really use your services to help me make the selection." "Sure...sure...whatever I can do to help." Looking past Gavin, Kai smiled. "Awwh, our candidates have arrived." Gavin turned to see three stunning dressed women walking toward the table. Despite the heels, fabulous cocktail dresses and perfect makeup, Gavin still recognized his three surfer girls. "Gavin, please meet Armina, Akoura and Ananya, our three finalists for the air hostess position." The smiling beauties shook Gavin's hand and introduced themselves in turn. The small two person dining table had room for only two chairs so the woman stood next to the men who hastily completed their desserts and coffee. The five departed the dining room. The lobby elevators whisked them to the penthouse suite where they were assured privacy for the intensive interviews. The group gathered in the suite's central lounge. Kai explained the typical interview process to Gavin and the candidates. "Our various sized jets are equipped for short, medium and long flights. Our air hostesses may be assigned singly or in teams depending on the flight duration and number of passengers. "Each candidate has excelled in the standard airline operations and safety training programs. Each candidate could readily find employment with any airline in the world. But you have applied with us because our company has superior pay and perks. How can we afford that? "We market our aircraft and personnel services to a very exclusive clientele who pay a premium price for premium amenities. Gavin and I will assess your ability to provide our clients' with those premium amenities." Kai paused to allow that to sink in. Hearing no questions he continued. "Gavin and I will occupy the two opposing bedrooms. They are stocked with various sizes of our standard air hostess uniforms and other clothes and amenities. The candidates will determine a schedule of rotation so that each candidate is afforded an equal amount of time with both interviewers. After the interviews are concluded, Gavin and I will compare notes and you will be contacted about our decision. This is your last chance to show your stuff so be hardy in your efforts." The candidates played rock-paper-scissors to pick a random rotation. "Gavin, let's retire to our respective suites and let this ladies get some interviews started." Gavin strode to his room and closed its door. He sat in the cushioned arm chair opposite the bed. The door opened slowly. Gavin looked up as Armina entered his lair. She was dressed as she was in the hotel dining room when they had formally met. Gavin was looking forward to seeing her in her beach garb, or even less, before the end of the interview. "Armina, that's a lovely dress but hardly an air hostess uniform. I want to see you properly dressed for your future employment." "Yes, sir. May I check in the closets for the uniforms?" Gavin granted her his permission. She rummaged a bit in the closet and returned with two types and colors of uniforms on hangers. "Sir, which one would you like me to wear?" "Both, but let's start with the blue one and then we will see the red one later." Armina turned to enter the ensuite bath. Gavin spoke up. "No need for that. Change here in front of me." Armina laid the uniform on the bed and reached behind her back for her dress zipper. She fumbled around and had trouble with the catch. Ever the gentleman, Gavin rose and she turned her back to accept his assistance. She pulled her long hair to the front to uncover the top of the zipper. Gavin worked the back clasp and the zipper descended to her ass cheeks. Her back was uncluttered by bra strap or panty waistband. Armina stepped and turned. The dress ballooned out and slid down around her ankles. She wore stockings underneath; just the stockings and her heels. Gavin had seen her on the beach at some distance but was now a few feet away. Scanning upwards from the black dress pooled on her heels, he saw smooth toned legs in smoky hose, pliant thighs, a shaved pussy, flat stomach and breasts to die for. She was holding her full long black hair up in a bundle on her head. The lifted arms raised those perfect breasts for display. Her face was a mix of Oriental, black almond slanted eyes with high cheek bones. Her muted makeup was perfect. Armina let Gavin feast a bit. Without her thong, Gavin now had a complete picture and he nodded his approval. Armina moved to the bed and donned the two piece uniform, a sky-blue matching skirt and jacket set. The skirt was an inch or two below her ass, way above her knees. Her hose tops peeked below the hem. The two-button jacket strained to hold the flaps across even her medium sized breasts. Her belly flashed below the jacket waist. "Walk around, let's see how it rides when you move." Armina stepped gently. Gavin clucked his tongue and made a 'pick up the speed' finger twirl. Armina heels caused her to strut and jostle the jacket over her compressed tits. She stepped to Gavin who rose to her front. He plucked open the two jacket-buttons and burrowed his hands inside. Her tanned tits were firm and conical. Their size was a proper hand full, big enough but not too big. Armina was astute. She knew generally where this activity was headed but not specifically. Either way, Gavin wasn't going to need his pants. She unbuckled his belt and snap, lowered his zipper and dropped his pants and briefs over his hips. They slid to the floor. Armina was diminutive and Gavin's still soft shaft filled her hand. She stroked it once, twice. Gavin responded by raising her chin and capturing her mouth with a kiss. He played a while as the lip-lock and the hand-job helped him grow to the necessary hardness. Gavin stepped back and sat in the cushioned arm chair. Armina would not be able to straddle him between the chair arms. Instead, she knelt before him and raised his shaft to vertical. She slurped his spongy knob into her mouth. Gavin pushed Armina's dangling hair aside and back, getting a good view of their connection. Armina was bobbing her head at a modest pace. Gavin was pleased with her rate and depth. This would be his first orgasm in several days; he was quickly feeling the tingles. But this was supposed to be an assessment interview. He needed to get a complete inventory of her oral skills. Gavin placed his hand on the back of her bobbing head and pressed down. Armina braced to stop him when his tip reached her throat. Gavin didn't jam his cock down her throat but kept a light downward pressure. Armina took the cue. She took a deep breath and pressed his knob into her throat, then continued until her lips encircled the base of his cock. She held still, half a minute, until her air ran out, then pulled back to get another breath. "That's quite good, darling. Now use your tongue and add humming for vibrations, both at the same time, if possible, but alternating is acceptable." Armina rotated her mouth, swirled her tongue sideways across his shaft, hummed when her tongue was still and took him into her throat again. A few repetitions of the set brought results. Gavin gusted and blew his first rope of spunk into her mouth. Armina sucked hard and swallowed, two more ropes followed. She cleared her mouth again and then his final shot dribbled onto her tongue. She held him in and gently stroked his underside with her tongue tip. Gavin held the sides of her head in his palms. When the post-cum throbs in his groin ceased, he lifted her head and looked in her face. "That was pretty good. You're the first interviewee so I can't say how it compares with the other contenders in the suite, but anywhere else, you would be a hands-down winner. Be a dear and clean me up." When Armina had adequately preened Gavin with tongue and towels, she retrieved her dress and prepared to doff her uniform. Gavin intervened. "Don't bother. Just take them all with you when you go to see Kai. If he wants you to change into something else, I am sure he will let you know." Armina leaned in to peck Gavin's cheek and left the bedroom. Gavin relaxed back and awaited his next interview. The door reopened and Akoura came in still wearing the party dress, hose and heels she had worn in the dining room. Gavin asked "Have you seen Kai?" Akoura shook her head. "I will see him after you finish with me." Gavin twirled his finger signaling her to pirouette. She was fleshy but not fat, very cuddly in fact. Her heritage was heavily Polynesian. Her hips and breasts looked rounder on her shorter frame. Her face was also round with the hint of slope to her eyes. She wore the dress well. But, Gavin thought, it's got to go. "You may begin with a strip tease. Take your time. I just dumped a load in your challenger's mouth. It will take you some time and efforts before you have me ready to offer you an assessment of your skills." Akoura nodded her agreement. She pulled her hair to the front and reached back for the zipper. She was more dexterous than Armina and brought the zipper down to her shoulder blades. Then she slowly turned her back and pulled the zipper the rest of the way below her waist. White bands of lingerie confirmed that she wore bra and panties. 'Good' thought Gavin, 'more time and stage props during the strip tease.' Akoura faced him again. She shrugged off the dress top and it folded down but not off, held at the waist band tight above her wide round hips. She pushed it down and it fell to the floor. She did a slow pirouette to display the unclothed skin not covered by hose, panties or bra. Akoura faced him again and reached to her cleavage. She worked the front close bra clasp. Holding a tab in each hand, she pulled out and up, making a high V with her arms. The motion elevated her tits. They were large, round, tanned and tipped with dark conical nipples. She stood in that stance letting Gavin get an eyeful of her upper body. Maintaining the V, she pirouetted again. Gavin saw a flash of sidewinder when she was faced completely away. Facing him again, she playfully tossed him her bra. The panties went next. Akoura skimmed them down her legs, causing her dangling tits to jostle. Gavin liked that and made a grunting noise. Akoura looked up at Gavin through her veil of hair. Before standing, she shimmied her shoulders to flap her boobs. Gavin grunted again. Akoura stood. Gavin was staring at her shaved pussy with its full fleshy lips. She strode forward and planted a heel on the front edge of his seat cushion. She smoothed the top of the hose down her thigh and calf. At the bottom, she stopped and unbuckled her heel straps and took heel and hose off in one final swipe. The second leg was propped up on the arm of the chair. Her stance spread her enough to expose the inner pink vaginal lips. Gavin saw and smelled her pussy. While he was visually locked on that target, Akoura rolled the hose down and similarly removed it with the other heel. She could see Gavin becoming hard. His cock was lifting from limp to horizontal as he sat. Akoura flipped the hose behind Gavin's neck and reined him forward into a sensuous lip chafing kiss. When she broke contact, she glanced down. Gavin was almost vertical now. She pulled on one end and looped the hose off one side. She moved a few feet from Gavin and faced away. Bending at the hip, she leaned forward towards the side of the bed, bracing her hands on the edge of the mattresses. Widening her stance, she presented her smooth tanned rump for his inspection. Gavin viewed her hanging boobs framed by her thighs. Her pink inner lips formed a bulls-eye above her thighs and below her ass cheeks. Gavin got up from the chair for a closer look. He stepped behind her. The bed was tall, double mattresses adding height to the platform and a touch of grandeur to the room. Akoura was short and she was the perfect match to the stacked mattresses. Gavin shuffled her forward until her thighs were anchored against the side of the bed. Gavin aimed his cock at the bull-eye, cupped generous handfuls of tit-flesh and lined up. Gripping tight on her tits, he plunged forward and in, so hard she collapsed on the comforter. Gavin held on and his hands were trapped between bed and boobs. He adjusted his stance to acquire enough room to thrust, and then lay his full weight on her back. Hugging hard on her tits, he got a pleasant rhythm going. His hands were trapped beneath their combined weight but he was able to clutch and release her masses in time with his thrusts. Akoura was sealed down with little freedom of movement. Gavin was doing all the work but he didn't mind. Akoura's cunt was a convenient tool to polish his cock and he was enjoying the burnishing. The glinting was progressing as intended. He felt the pressure and heat of his oncoming orgasm. His primary body muscles were starting to tighten. Gavin's hands now gripped so hard on Akoura's tits that she was calling out for him to lighten up. The blood rushing through his ears made him deaf to her pleas. His cum barreled out his shaft. Gavin was grasping and hugging Akoura so hard that she had to hold her breath. Gavin shot three times before his body relaxed enough for him to even sense the fourth and fifth shot. Akoura didn't feel anything except her breath returning when Gavin's arms finally released their death grip on her torso. Gavin rested on her bent over back until his mind was lucid and his limp dick fell from her hole. He lifted off of her. When she stood, he saw his spread five finger hand prints on her breasts. Being ever the gentleman, Gavin search around until he found her bra. He help her pack her boob flesh back into the cups and pressed them inward to help her close the front tab. Released from the helping hands, Akoura's boobs settled to an adorable equilibrium of roundness split by a deep cleavage. "Kai will ask about the hand prints on you tits. Tell him they are a sign that you gave me the best doggie style fuck in the world. He might take that into consideration on his vote." Akoura gathered her scattered clothes and left the suite. Gavin lay down on the bed. He through an arm over his eyes and dozed off. When he raised his arms again, the lights in the room were off with a muted light spilling through the unlatched bathroom door. The shower quit running and there was the flapping sound of someone toweling off. The door swung out and a lithe figure with long hair and smallish features was silhouetted in the soft glow. She closed the door and floated barefoot across the carpet to his bed. Ananya leaned close and peered at Gavin's face. She saw that his eyes were open. She barely whispered. Total Woman Requests 07 "Are you awake, sir?" Gavin whispered back "Yesss." "Do you want to interview me now or do you want to rest a little longer?" "Yesss." Gavin wanted both. He curled an arm around her torso and hauled her up to lay on top of him. She was almost tiny. He had lifted her with only one arm. She put her ear against his breast bone. Her hips barely reached past his belly button. Her legs divided over his stomach, not his hips. Gavin closed his eyes and drew lazy finger circles all over Ananya's arms, ass, thighs, back and scalp. Ananya circled his nipples with her fingers and tongue. The nipple play felt to Gavin like the transfer of mild static electricity. He was relaxed. Neither Gavin nor Ananya had moved or shifted. Yet he felt warm moistness on the tip of his cock. Gavin checked with a prostate muscle clench and found his erection refilled and knocking at Ananya's door to paradise. She felt his tip tickle her pink portal. After he levered her torso to vertical, Gavin was tired enough to let Ananya take charge. She got the message. She rose up and shuffled down, spreading her legs wider to accommodate his wider hips. Gavin palmed her knees, some to steady her, but more just to give his own hands a place to park. Ananya elevated her hips and her hand held Gavin's prick at vertical. This was going to be a chore. She was tiny and Gavin was not. Her cunt would stretch to accommodate his bulk and length but it would take time. It was going to be very tight throughout. Fortunately, she had lubed her tube heavily after her shower. That should help. It was finally time to go downtown. Ananya pressed down and covered a half inch of Gavin's knob. She pulled up and pressed again. A full inch entered this time but the corona was still exposed. Up and down again and she felt the wide part of his knob just barely pass her pink fleshy flaps. So far so good. Gavin had set his mind to letting Ananya drive the pace on this one. He was okay with the little play around her cunt lips but sought to get his whole cock inside her hotness soon. He bopped his hips to signal her to get on with it already. Ananya sensed Gavin's impatience. He had indicated she would be the leader but he was also signaling his preferences. He was the interviewer and she the interviewee. She needed to take care of his desires. Ananya took a deep breath and pushed down hard. The heavy lubrication reduced the static friction but her tube was slow to grow. Gavin felt crushed by the constriction on his bulk. "Ananya, honey, lighten up on the squeeze. My prick might slide in easier." "I'm sorry, sir, but I'm not squeezing. You're very big. I just need a few more moments to expand. Be patient, please, my cunt will slacken enough soon and then we will have a really good fuck." This was a new experience for Gavin. He had never been inside a woman this small before. He needed to be tolerant and accept the circumstances. He would learn how to respond during comparable future encounters. Ananya did begin to noticeably work loose, not too much but enough for the sex companions to chance some long slow strokes. Gavin was amazed at how his corona seemed to plow her tube wide and then she would shrink back behind the mass to scour his shaft or knob with her enjoyable slick walls. The action went on for a long time. Gavin was resting on his back and Ananya was doing most of the hard work. Still she showed no signs of fatigue. This was Gavin's third round but it was probably Ananya's second after being evaluated by Kai earlier. Yet she went on and on and on. That was noteworthy. Also noteworthy was the heat building in Gavin's core. It was not like the hot rush caused by his first two orgasms tonight. It was more like an electric vibration skipping out to his extremities and echoing back to his core. Gavin's spontaneous discharge was not accompanied by the usual crashing burst of power but more of a soft pulsation. It felt like the pleasure/pain response to a deep tissue massage. You felt the blood oozing in to sooth and repair the released knots of muscle. Ananya felt Gavin's dick emit his essence into her womb but wondered about the lack of yelps and rough spasms that usually accompanied the male's orgasmic ecstasy. She hoped it was not a bad sign. "How are you feeling, sir?" "Tired...satisfied...drained...exhilarated...sleepy...content..." Gavin's voice trailed off. Gavin was losing his hardness and Ananya was able to ease him out. She returned to lie atop his chest. Gavin was asleep again. She would wait to be sure he was resting peacefully and then pack his things for the trip home to the mainland. -------------------- Gavin woke in an empty room. His bags were packed and ready for his trip to the airport and the long flight to the mainland. His Blackberry beeped. He had a text message from Kai. 'Which one should we hire?' Gavin texted back 'All three'. These three weeks had been a fantasy dream. But he was awake in the real world now and headed back to his corporate existence. He was saddened by the thought of leaving this world and returning to the long, crowded train commutes, the grubby office environments and the pedestrian work tasks. He wondered what his life would be like if he resigned and found a less demanding job, where he could enjoy periods of quality time and the vitality to seek out more escapades like this. It would be a very dicey risk. He could lose a lot. But his family had deserted him and his daily life was a hell-hole of commuting and office drudgery. What did he have that was too important to lose? -------------------- When Gavin arrived Monday morning at the office tower entrance, security took him in hand and escorted him straight to his boss's office. Gavin had called his boss the night before and stated his intension to resign from the corporation. These past three weeks had changed Gavin's view on his stale corporate existence. He wanted the freedom to explore more of the greater exotic world outside of his house, commute and office. Left alone to wait, Gavin placed his neatly typed resignation letter in the center of his boss's desk, right where the tapping finger three weeks ago had pointed. He sat in the same 'hot seat', the cushioned office chair facing the front of the boss's massive oak desk. He waited uncertainly for the coming confrontation. His boss entered brusquely. He sat down and fingered the resignation letter on his desk. Without any pleasantries, he got right down to the business at hand. "Gavin, you are the smartest chief executive HR leader in the industry, probably the country, possibly the world. You have our HR functions running like a Swiss watch but your immediate staff is just awful! They have conditioned you to make their decisions for them, a safe course of action for them and hectic as hell for you. You are too involved in too many petty day to day details. You need to let go of the reins and let them run the department. They are capable of independent action and you should only be reviewing their finished work on occasion. There are finer subjects that should perk your interest and deeper issues that merit your personal attention. "Sometimes you need a boss, or a friend, or a combination of both like me, to help you see the forest instead of the trees. While you were away, I examined your staffing organization. I found it shockingly deficient. So during your assignment, I exercised my authority as the boss and rearranged some positions and locations in your department headquarters. "Before I accept your resignation, please give me 30 minutes, just 30 minutes from the rest of your life. Come see the modifications I have made. I have been your employer and your friend for 30 years. I'm begging you to give me 30 more minutes of your time. I feel you owe me that much. "If you still want to resign, I will take it like a man and we will shake hands and part ways amicably. But later on, I will cry like a baby because I don't want you to leave. You are too valuable to the company, but particularly to me, old friend." Gavin was touched by his unusual openness and agreed to take a look at the changes. He was skeptical. Rearranging reporting lines never changed the overall outlook of things. But he did owe his boss, and his old friend, one last consideration. He followed his boss to the elevator and they descended the two floors to Gavin's office. When they entered the reception area, Gavin saw that it was cleared of his subordinates' cramped desks and had been stylishly redecorated. It was brightly lit and colorfully cheerful. There were three neat and fully equipped but unoccupied desks arranged as 'gate-keepers' to his office. Those employees had not yet arrived this morning. His boss guided Gavin through the corner office door. Inside Gavin was confronted with more changes. His office had been remodeled, doubled in size and tastefully decorated with the same cheery colors and spacious new furnishings. There was a large uncluttered desk, a conference table and chairs, a casual seating area with massive sofa and a private washroom. Gavin walked around fingering the new furniture and beholding, almost for the first time, his 'power-view' of the city far below. They heard the clatter of the three 'gate-keepers' arriving at their desks. Gavin's boss blocked the office door. "Let me explain that this remodeling was necessary to accommodate the personnel changes I have made to your staff. No one has been fired. I have rearranged the office layouts. The senior managers have been moved farther away so they are less inclined to bother you with the small stuff. They are fully competent to carry out their functions day to day without your constant oversight. They only need to report their summary results. That should lighten your work stress. "You have effective 'gate-keepers' now. They will ensure your quality time. You will be undisturbed to fully engage in vital affairs more appropriate to your skills and abilities." Gavin was beginning to think he might be able to make this work. "Okay, let's meet your new employees." Gavin's boss poked his head out the door. "Please come in and meet your new boss." They entered. The floor seemed to fall from beneath Gavin's feet and his head was floating in a cloud. His heart almost stopped then revved up to a greater speed. There stood his new very personal assistants: Attyka, Ashley and Ananya. "Good morning, sir." They said in unison. "These ladies are your new personal assistants. They have very simple job descriptions: augment your quality time and ease your stress. We will call them your 'proficiency specialists'. I trust you will find exceptional ways for them to accomplish those ill-defined but broad ranging responsibilities. "I have also purchased the top two floors of a nearby condominium tower. No more long commutes. Your new residence is the penthouse suite. Your 'specialists' will occupy the floor below. They will attend to all your household chores: laundry, meals and, of course, special security. They will assure that you are securely tucked into bed every night." Gavin's boss held out the resignation letter in his hand. "Now, what are we going to do about this?" Gavin took the letter and tore it into little pieces. Gavin's boss laughed. "I was hoping you would do that. I will leave my newest executive team to get better acquainted and elaborate a plan to implement their new 'proficiency' program." Gavin's 'proficiency specialists' led him to the sofa to inaugurate their distinctive team-building program. They would develop a daily schedule of activities. Gavin envisioned stress relief as a recurring event. At the door, Gavin's boss turned to view the undulating mound of females over Gavin. "By the way, Gavin, I need your help. I have a personal schedule conflict. I can't tend to a particular scholastic obligation this weekend and was hoping you could take my slot on the coaching roster. The students would be quite disappointed if their slots aren't completely filled. I think you will perform superbly as my substitute." Gavin waved a hand above the giggling mélange of 'proficiency specialists' under which he was presently submerged. "Sure, sure... whatever I can do to help." "Thanks a lot, buddy. It's an exclusive college academy where all the scholars are intelligent, beautiful and poised. They cherish any tutelage that a guest coach trainer chooses to unveil. The event is called Freewill Weekend and I think you're going to like it." Gavin's boss closed the door as he left. His step was light and his heart filled with goodwill. The old Gavin was getting 'back in the saddle' and was going to be even more effective, and more profitable, than ever before. He had just needed a little 'shock to the system' to discover the real-world of Very Personal Human Resources.