1 comments/ 5048 views/ 2 favorites Total Woman Zodiac 01 By: bhuff It was mid-morning and the South Beach heat was still a few hours away from its daily soft simmer. Zack was casually dressed in his usual Friday style leading up to the weekend. He had a jaunt to his step as he approached the boutique coffee shop; things were going well. He had successfully fulfilled the first and second assignments of this business swing through the Sunshine state. As a TWA Zodiac evaluation assessor, Zack was assigned to meet and evaluate recent TWA graduates. He was part of the quality assurance team, verifying that TWA graduates were remaining in prime condition and growing even further in their capabilities. It was an integral part of upholding the fine traditions of intelligence, beauty and poise expected of TWA alumni. The females' semi-annual week-long sessions were allocated to three sequential Zodiacs to accurately determine their consistency and resilience. Zack's recent assignment's name was Aquila. After a day and a night of evaluating her, he had met his next swap exchange three days ago at Jaxport. Aquila had been handed off to another TWA Zodiac evaluation assessor and Zack had taken charge of Pamela in exchange. Aquila would accompany the other Zodiac and his cluster of colleagues to an exclusive Bahamas resort for a group evaluation assessment. Pamela's second sequential evaluation assessment occurred in route to Miami. The usual half day journey had been stretched over two days with intermittent stops to fulfill the important vocational obligations. Pamela was a recent TWA graduate and Zack evaluated her proficiencies acquired and presumably enhanced after leaving the Academy. Pamela had been eager to demonstrate the many talents she retained and those she had fortified since her completion of the TWA curriculum several months before. The two extended overnight hotel stops and a visit to Kennedy Space Center en route had served as the evaluation assessment venues. Pamela was amusingly intrigued by the similarity between the equipment at the rocket displays and the equipment of her TWA male coach trainers: long, short, fat, skinny...each one poised to render its volatile discharges to accomplish the mission... each one specially configured for maximum thrust on its vibrant excursion of discovery and conquest. The tongues in cheek parodies were mildly amusing but at the end of the day: lame. Zack decided to give Pamela the necessary refresher course on the most beneficial use of her smart mouth and sassy tongue. He began at bedtime. His first lesson was domination fellatio. Pamela lay face up on the mattress. Zack was braced above her and thumping his thick dick deep in her mouth. The long robust thrusts banged his ball sack against her chin. He yelled at her to suck harder, hold her breath longer, demanding her compliance. He flooded her throat after a splendidly powerful face fuck. They extinguished the lights and lay together in the dark. Zack awoke Pamela several more times during the night. The second exercise occurred as he sat on the edge of the bed in darkness. Pamela kneeled between his spread knees and absorbed her second lesson in oral ball draining. It was more leisurely but still energetic. Zack gave Pamela detailed instructions, usually allowing her time to follow them but sometimes gripping and twisting her head to demonstrate his directives. Later, Zack lay back on the bed spread-eagle and Pamela leaned over his torso to practice a longer third tutorial. Zack lay back and let Pamela demonstrate her oldest and newest techniques unhindered. She had learned well and he spilled himself onto her tongue with a fulfilling all-over body shudder. Before sunrise, a weary Zack was curled in fetal position, hugging Pamela's neck between his thighs and gripping handfuls of her hair. Zack fancied a long soaking session, his semi-erect cock snuggled in her wet orifice. The weary Pamela suckled gently. She devoted her all to the ordered exercise but it was well after dawn by the time she swallowed the conclusion of Zack's last and longest lesson. After that they loaded up the car and drove the remaining distance south. -------------------------------------------------- Earlier this morning in Miami, Zack had passed Pamela off to her next Zodiac. Thereafter, he retired to South Beach for his next scheduled rendezvous in the current semi-annual series. He dropped his car in the parking garage, checked-in to his Ocean Drive boutique hotel and strolled to the nearby coffee shop for an anonymous hookup with his next scheduled assignment. The sitting room was crowded with mid-morning patrons. The scattered tables held couples and small groups, each animated and discussing the latest frivolous gossip, whatever the mass media deemed profit worthy. He slowly walked the byways between the tables, taking in the sights, perusing the wall mounted menu boards advertising specialty cafes. His thoughts roamed the gallery, imagining which appetizing young lady might be his next frothy assignment. His watch should alert him but nothing was happening yet. Zack approached the counter to place his order and now his watch became alive, buzzing discretely on his wrist. The buzz strengthened as he approached the front of the diminishing line. The barista saw his approach and caught his eye. Zack read 'Ariel' on her nametag. Ariel wore an Aries zodiac symbol inscribed on her ring. The center stone was glowing and blinking, alerting Ariel to the proximity of her anonymous TWA Zodiac male evaluation assessor. This was just too fortuitous; she was winding up her six-day shift and had the following week off, conveniently free for her series of evaluation assessments. Ariel furtively looked at Zack's watch dial, the corresponding Aries symbol at 1-o'clock quietly blinking its announcement that the man before her was TWA's selection to be her evaluation assessor. She warmed inside, pleased that the man before her was handsome and gentlemanly. And his watch had a gold casing, a very good sign. It meant her evaluator was a senior Zodiac, well versed in sensual techniques and able to judge her performance with the knowledge gained from years of experience. Zack ordered a mocha latte from the smiling barista who held his gaze. Ariel almost bounced to the hissing apparatus and returned with his drink. She held the padded cup a bit longer than ordinary, letting him see her blinking ring, letting him know her eagerness to continue the encounter. He nodded his acknowledgement. Ariel chirped "I get an hour break for lunch soon. Would that be acceptable?" Zack nodded again. He sipped his drink as he wandered to an empty table on the exterior deck overlooking the beach. Singles and small groups clad in skimpy beachwear strolled the sands. The topless section was further south, slightly beyond his immediate vision. His revelry was interrupted by a hand on his shoulder. He looked back to find Ariel smiling at him. "I'm yours for an hour" she whispered. Zack rose and took her hand, led her onto the sidewalk and down the block to the parking garage housing his car. They found it where he left it parked on the third floor. Zack opened the rear door and motioned her to enter. Ariel crawled in the backseat and Zack followed. She quickly straddled his lap as he captured her bright cherry painted lips in a smoldering introductory kiss. Pausing for breath, Ariel stared into his eyes. Zack gripped the hem of her barista smock and lifted it over her head. Her hair spilled in a flutter. Ariel was braless and Zack got the first view of her tress shadowed tits. Her lips and nipples were reddened teasers of the pending treat. Zack leaned in for a taste. His tongue flicked the small nub of her left tit. The wetted bud swelled. He served similar service on the right one. His peripheral vision saw her mouth curve into the start of a smile. He moved to peck her lips-ajar mouth. Her lips were spongy soft and welcoming. He returned to the twin nipple lapping task. His oral methods produced prominent results. The final flicks of the hardened nubs gained furtive guttural noises from the aroused girl. Zack leaned back in the seat, surveyed the topless beauty perched on his thighs. She had cherry lips and rosy colored erect nipples. Zack's groin was getting that familiar tight feeling, constricted by his pants. He moved his lips to her hair shrouded ear. His demand was simple and straight forward; the stern tone expressed his expectation of willing compliance. "Suck me." Ariel's expression remained passive but she made an eyebrow lift, a glint of smirk and a modest one-bob nod. Her eyes held his for a moment then descended to where her hands began unbuttoning his shirt. She was smooth and her fingers worked the buttons effortlessly as they descended to his belt buckle. It and the fly buttons loosened in her skillful maneuvers. Ariel discovered Zack was commando. She opened the flaps like a morning flower revealing Zack's thick stem as it emerged to the light of day. Ariel lifted the genital tube in her soft hands. Satisfied with Ariel's display of care and dexterity, Zack leaned his head back into the seat, closed his eyes and set his concentration on the evaluation assessment about to commence. Ariel shuffled her soft ass onto his knees and leaned forward, swaying her hair across his sensitized groin. Zack felt her tresses brush his cock and liked that prelude to the main event. Zack felt Ariel's tongue gently lever his erection to her lips. She pursued her lips thrice as they moved down across his crown and settled snuggly behind the corona. She held there and began a series of pull and pause rhythms on the swollen knob, intermingled with penile slit probes and V swipes with the tip of her tongue. Zack moved his hands to Ariel's bare shoulders and lightly fingered their smooth warmth, acknowledging his approval of the enjoyment she was providing him. He refrained from holding her head and guiding her pace, letting Ariel demonstrate her capacity for inventiveness and her devotion to his pleasure. Ariel employed her lips and tongue tip only on the most sensitive erogenous male zones: the corona and the contiguous nerve endings. She shunned the deep plunges and full shaft strokes that Zack was accustomed to from his less imaginative assignees. Ariel's disciplined efforts were generating wonderful sensations and Zack reveled in the glow that was spreading out from his core. His whole body took on a growing tingling and he forced himself to consciously relax deeper into the car seat. Zack's autonomic nerve responses built to a sparkling that rushed through his veins and buzzed in his brain. The goal was attained. Zack's mind collapsed into a starburst of color as his prostate slammed out his orgasm. Zack's multiple ejaculations burst forth into Ariel's mouth. His multiple ropes of life's elixir passed Ariel's still active tongue and flowed down her throat. Zack cried out with each spasm of satisfaction and Ariel emitted her own gargled hums of triumph. Zack eventually shuddered to a halt. His hands moved to rest on her head but did not signal her to plummet or withdraw. Ariel cuddled Zack in her mouth as he deflated, proud that her sexual arts had evoked such a powerful reaction. Her recent tenure in South Beach had been well spent rehearsing with the local lads as she waited for this command performance . Zack finally let out a sigh and gripped Ariel's hair. He elevated her head off his cock. Ariel obeyed and sat erect on his legs, awaiting his next instructions. His head gave a slight side bob and she shuffled to sit next to him. Ariel assisted Zack in re-clothing before donning her own barista uniform top. They exited the rear of the car and Zack clicked the security button. The alarm squawked its confirmation as Zack led Ariel to the street. Despite his just-ended use of Ariel, Zack craved the remaining evaluation assessment. His groin retained its lingering warmth and Zack fueled it further. He regaled Ariel with details on how he intended to consume their nighttime hours after she finished her coffee and cake service duties. Zack left little to Ariel's imagination; his graphic descriptions were carnal, clinical and candid. Ariel warmed inside and wished for nightfall to hurry, gripped by Zack's coarse portrayals. She hoped that his plans included the occasional ecstatic gratification for her. Zack held the door to the coffee shop as he sharply patted Ariel's ass and pressed her inward to finish her day job. Ariel turned briefly to peck his cheek. "My shift ends at 9. Will you be back to reclaim me or should I meet you at your hotel?" "I'll be back" said Zack. ______________________________________________ Zack entered the coffee shop near closing time. His partially engorged cock throbbed in slow steady tempo to the rhythm of his heartbeat, indicating his zeal to repossess Ariel. He was ready to continue the testing regimen that he had crudely defined during their parking garage return. Ariel was picking up left over containers and busing the condiment counter of crumbs and spills. She smiled brightly when she saw Zack enter and hustled through her final routines. The store was less busy now and only a few patrons lingered. A middle aged gentleman and a younger model-like female were giggling a conversation quietly at one corner table. Zack stood in the center of the room waiting for Ariel to join him and then fulfill his demands for the rest of the night. The giggling corner couple continued their hushed conversation but Zack perked up at the fragments of talk he heard. They held their bright faces affectionately close and the vocal exchange was intimately breathy but low. "So were you glad to finally graduate or do you miss the endless Academy training activities?" "It was an amazing experience and now that I am out, the education I received has really come to full force. I hope you will appreciate what I can do... if you'll allow me, of course." "I will give you every opportunity to rock my world, my pet." Zack glanced over and saw the gentleman touch the young woman's hand. His exposed wrist held a watch similar to Zack's but instead of a gold case, the watch was silver. Zack recognized the sign of another Zodiac, but one with a lesser status, thus the silver case rather than a gold one. The gentleman's other hand was beneath the table, stroking the inner skin high on the girl's tanned and toned bare thigh, her leg fully exposed between the low fashionable heels and a very short pleated plaid skirt. Zack took note of the ornament on the young woman's hand, the Zodiac ring stone faintly glowing. It matched the blinking of the gentleman's 2-o'clock watch dial marker. Only a TWA graduate in her post graduate sabbatical wore such a ring. Then he noticed the rest of her. Full bouncy dark curls covered her head and shoulders, dripping down behind her. She sported a fashionable but classic naughty school girl costume. The sheer white blouse strained across full breasts and two dusky disks projected through the stressed fabric whenever she moved to emphasize a point in their conversation. Zack's cock changed its tenor from dull persistent throb to a sporadic hard twitch, signaling his primordial urge to ravage the young woman's fertile sexuality underlying the smutty schoolgirl eroticism. Zack strode boldly closer, a notion taking shape. The gentleman took note of his approach and stared back at Zack. Zack extended his wrist to display his gold cased Zodiac watch. The man exhaled and acknowledged Zack's seniority with a worried nod. Zack opened his PDA phone and entered some taps. The gentleman saw his own watch go dark and the blinking of his companion's ring stopped. A short pregnant pause and then Zack's watch gave a small vibration and the 2 o'clock mark glowed. The young woman's ring began its complimentary glow. The gentleman slumped back in his seat with his arms now hanging at his side. Zack had pulled rank. The gentleman had been excited by the looming evaluation assessment appointment with his table mate but accepted his suddenly lost opportunity to fuck her. A moment later, the gentleman's watch gave a slight vibration, growing more intense as Ariel approached the group at the table. Ariel had completed her end-of-shift duties and was ready to get on with the thrills of the remaining evaluation assessment. Her ring had begun a renewed glow. That was very unusual for a second stint with the same assessor. Zack's attention was on the seated girl and he gave Ariel no notice when she stopped at his side. Instead, she saw the seated gentleman's watch blinking her sign at 1 o'clock. The gentleman sat up straighter, now understanding the fuck-mate swap that Zack had executed. Ariel's affable presence rejuvenated his attitude. He motioned for his table mate to release her seat to Ariel. Zack extended his hand to the seated school girl who accepted his assistance to stand. Ariel slid into the seat next to her new gentleman, extended her hand and leaned in to whisper coy greetings. Ariel received his gentlemanly kiss on the back of her hand, both new acquaintances smiling in flirtatious delight at this unexpected but promising rendezvous. Exchanges concluded, Zack nodded good luck and farewell to the gentleman and Ariel. He quickstepped his newest swap mate across the coffee shop in her clacking heels, breasts jittering beneath her semi-opaque shirt. Zack held the door as he guided his newest acquaintance and assignment through the portal and onto the sidewalk for the short trek to his hotel room. "What's your name, my dear?" "Tori" she cooed. Total Woman Zodiac 02 During their stroll to the hotel, Zack repeated his vulgar description of his nocturnal plans, now for Tori's information in lieu of the exchanged Ariel. Tori was likewise enthralled and impatient to commence the sexual exploits. As soon as the room door closed, they dived into furious activity. After a furious fuck, their fever's edge had waned and their professional demeanor restored. The pair moved ahead at a more appropriate tempo reflecting the evaluation assessment requirements. Nonetheless, their first contorted bouts had given Zack sound insights into Tori's remarkable flexibility, enthusiasm and endurance. Later that night, the room shimmered neon, as it should. The fourth floor room faced Ocean Drive and the hotel sign shone its red and blue hues across the hotel façade. Zack lay on his back. Tori was mounted astride Zack's groin, her voluptuous form hued by the red and blue shimmer. He admired the spectacular view of her naked form and her demonstrated multitude of talents. Tori concentrated on the stationary cowgirl routine that Zack had commanded her to perform. She held him by her cunt, his engorged cock plunged deep. Tori used her concentric cunt muscles to massage his buried cock without jogging her hips. Her hands were braced on his chest; her finger tips revolving around his nipples. Tori's body language begged Zack to manhandle her dusky tipped tits. Her upper arms compressed the globular boob flesh just enough to indent the lush sides. That position conveniently posed her vulnerable nipples for any devious treatment or harsh amusement Zack chose to inflict. But Zack let his hands rest at his sides, disinclined to interfere with Tori's concentration and her unilateral manipulations of his prick. Tori gazed into Zack's eyes; watchful for the facial signs that showed which of her vaginal ventures was most effective. As a Zodiac, Zack was obliged to offer helps and hints to improve Tori's skills but only after she had fully demonstrated her finest combination of current arts. Zack would share his final opinion in the morning after Tori had given her full measure to the all-night workout. Interim comments would distract from Zack's full accounting of Tori's existing talents: manual, oral and vaginal. Zack understood that Tori would endeavor to receive his top scores for her best efforts in each technique. Requisite discretion aside, Zack was unable to conceal his impromptu eye pops whenever Tori's contractions hit the right spots on his sensitized cock. Tori knew that this wasn't really cheating. A proficient female was expected to continually fine-tune her actions, even in the midst of a fuck cycle, in order to maximize the male-mate's prospective pleasure. Tori was a highly proficient female and this was a high stakes fuck encounter. Her accumulated evaluation assessment reports would catalog her growing sexual prowess. Any successful career within the TWA organization hinged upon progressively higher scores with each evaluation assessment. Perfect practice makes perfect. Tori strived for perfection and used her time between these semi-annual evaluation assessments to garner lots of perfect practice from supportive sex partners. She never lacked for suitable South Beach manly volunteers with whom to practice. But right here and now, Tori needed to concentrate and focus on Zack. She could see she was drawing him towards another climax. His face was flushed and he had clenched his fists tight at his sides and closed his eyes. Tori studied Zack's ascending groans to guide her labors. At the pinnacle of his windup, Tori happily joined Zack in communal ecstasy as his rounded mouth emitted a long, low growl. Tori fled her mind when she felt Zack's spunk splash her vaginal recess. Her cunt executed the final orgasmic contractions without her conscious command. This was a good one, a strong one and Tori was sure that Zack would be impressed by its potency. It certainly gave her reasons to applaud the unplanned coffee house swap. Tori collapsed forward on Zack's chest; her torso buoyed on her boobs. She eventually regained her breathe and then rolled exhausted to his side. Zack was still recovering his wits as they breathed deeply in near unison. His man-meat was still tumescent but loosing hardness. Tori's cunt was leaking Zack's vital essence; the discharge would leave stains on the bed-sheets. They were too weary to do anything about it. They twilight dozed, fingers lazing back and forth across the partner's sweaty skin until sleepy unconsciousness stilled their movements. Tori dreamed of her assorted lovers. Some were very capable oral artists. Her female bed companions attended to her desires in the spirit of shared bliss. But Tori adored being eaten by a dominant masculine fuck-mate. She never viewed it as hegemony over the particular man; that attitude was not consistent with her temperament or training. Rather it was an indication that the Alpha male deemed her worthy of his intimate care and thoughtfulness. Her furtive dreams dissolved away into her red/blue hued real world surroundings. Her clitoris tingled from rhythmic caresses. Warm skin and beard stubble smoothed against her inner thighs. She was lying comfortably on her back, in bed, knees raised, wholly naked. She looked down and found that Zack was kneeling between her legs, his head gyrating as he alternately lapped her cunt folds and suckled her clitoris. Smarmy minded Tori moved her hands to rest on his head. Zack felt her touch but didn't falter in the pace of his work. She tickled Zack's ears in appreciation and then lay back relaxed and let the sensations flow. Zack was gentle and experienced. He paid attention to Tori's breathing modulations. He slowed down or sped up the stimulus to moderate her exhilaration and prolong her passionate passage to the peak. His cheeks and chin were soaked with Tori's vaginal fluids. Her musky flavor was mingled with his previous spermatic discharges. He was undaunted; it was the essences of him and her and nothing else. The performance went on and on, time passed undeterred by the cares of the outer world. Their immediate world was solely the vibrant conjunction of Tori's nether lips with Zack's facial lips and the full body tingles that were growing inside Tori. Tori's core heat was building at a steady clip. Zack's expert abilities to keep Tori at a stable elevated arousal were being sorely challenged. When he held back for her to rev down, Tori's thighs clamped his ears and her hands held him tight to her clitoris. She shook her hips, creating her own rubs between their conjoined parts. Zack surrendered his resolve and went all-in, employing every swipe and lap he could muster. Tori's roaring orgasm shattered her sanity and surrendered her soul. She clamped her thighs and abdomen about Zack's head. He was forced to lever up his nose to breathe while Tori rode out her spasms and contractions. A descending cacophony of moans and sighs marked Tori's slow glide down from the crest. Her body finally relaxed and Zack extricated himself from the soggy headlock. He crawled up to her welcoming embrace and kissed her with drenched lips. They shared a mutual savor for the tang of the genital fluids. The naked pair cuddled and then spooned, letting the dwindling glow simmer them back to sleep. ------------------------------------------------------ Zack awoke with Tori's contented slumbering presence warming his bed and body. They lay side-by-side, face to face. The aroma of dried sweat and leaked spunk, Tori's damp vaginal musk on his face and the fresh sea air whiffing through the windows gave Zack contemplations of a final tryst. It would serve to round out his comprehensive evaluation assessment of Tori. His hand slid to her core and a digit mimicked the slides and circles of his earlier night-time lingual stimulus. Tori's eyes quivered open as her mouth curved into an easy smile. She slithered her hand to Zack's core and diddled his ball sack and flaccid stem, echoing his invitation to continue. Meanwhile, they scooted closer, lips touching and slipping apart. Tori's generous tits filled the cozy space between their arms and chests. It was a pleasant friskiness. But even heroic measures would have been unable to rebuild Zack's rigidity. Five ejaculations in less than a day were beyond even Zack's near superhuman virility. Eventually, the bright sunshine that filled the room gave them proof that another day was upon them and other obligations awaited them elsewhere. Zack and Tori lounged face-on in the soothing garden tub bubble bath. Zack's mood quickened at the sudsy boob bounty displayed on Tori's chest. He recalled last night's foregone opportunity to frolic with the buxom beauty's tits and ass. Zack had ignored Tori's unspoken pleas to sordidly manhandle her sumptuous curves during the stationary cowgirl. Figuring that there was no time like the present, Zack decided to play splash and tickle with the slippery-skinned Tori. Zack lunged forward and grabbed her. He wrestled Tori over on all fours and whacked her rounded ass, slopping bath bubble splatters on the walls and floor. He slapped her pendulous tits in rhythm, laughing at the way they swayed and collided. Zack weighed and crushed the meaty masses in his palms. Tori screeched and rolled over when he captured and pinched hard on her puckered nipples but Zack held on tight. Before releasing the captive nubs, he forced Tori to suck his tongue until she got it right. The rough stuff had gotten Zack hard. He straddled her semi-submerged torso and pressed Tori's boobs around his thrusting erection. Tori looked relieved when Zack finally dribbled a last load into her slick boob envelop. The lust-filled tussling was sudden and more intense than she had expected. The bathroom was a mess; the floor almost as water-logged as the tub. They re-donned the same clothes in which they had arrived. Famished, the paramours breakfasted contentedly on the hotel portico, flaunting their fucked-out afterglow while they ate. They teasingly fed each other bits of food speared on forks. Tori hammed it up for the curious onlookers with her tongue slathering displays of gastronomic bawdiness. Passing pedestrians threw haughty glances at the presumed 'niece and uncle morning-after' scene. Zack and Tori laughed off their undisguised frowns of outmoded societal correctness. Over the dregs of the fruit and cereal feast, Zack allowed that Tori was improving and should continue to get lots of interim practice with a variety of local playmates. Zack gave specific recommendations on key muscle groups that Tori should bolster to attain even higher scores. Tori should fine tune not just her vaginal clamps but also strengthen her thigh hugs, improve her hand and foot dexterity and further sensualize her feminine erogenous zones. Tori genuinely thanked him for the pointed feedback. Their get-together was now concluded. Zack pecked Tori's still flushed cheek and wished her a successful future within the Total Woman Academy organization. The costumed school girl blew him a kiss as he strode down the steps to the sidewalk and departed to file his latest reports on Ariel's and Tori's growth. He didn't hurry, hoping for a little refractory time to regain his vigor before he received his next assignment. Total Woman Zodiac 03 Zack needed time to rest and recuperate after his sex filled day and night with Ariel and Tori. He was seated on the deck of the coffee shop where he had met Ariel and then Tori. Ariel was not there, of course. She was off somewhere for the week, impressing her gentlemen Zodiac with her sexual talents. After a couple of whirlwind days and nights with Ariel, that first gentleman Zodiac would pass her off to the next one for her final evaluation assessment in this series. At week's end, Ariel would return to her barista job at the coffee shop, appreciating the respite afforded by its regular routine. Her body would recover and she would get back in the saddle again, so to speak. Zack typed his evaluation assessment reports for Ariel and Tori into his PDA. There were two messages waiting for him. The first was a mild admonition from TWA booking to respect the schedule roster. He noted the reproach and then deleted the bothersome reminder. As a senior golden Zodiac, Zack was allowed the perquisite of changing the line-up whenever something, or rather someone, perked his whimsical fancy. His second message was to wait until noon before returning to the hotel and extending his room reservation. He suspected the morning wait was to allow time for her next Zodiac to collect the luscious Tori and commence his evaluation assessment of her talents and attitudes. Zack suspected the extended room reservation was an attempt to recover the disrupted schedule caused by his impulsive exchange of Ariel for Tori. -------------------------------------------------------- Zack strode into the lobby of his boutique hotel. The business uniform attired pretty receptionist recognized her VIP guest and beckoned him to the reception counter. She was shuffling the papers prepared to extend Zack's stay. His watch began to buzz as he neared her. Her hand that held the forms also held a Zodiac ring with a pulsing glow center stone. Zack slowed his approach to survey his next apparent assignment. She was tall, lithe with dark straight shoulder cut hair. Her face was trim, matching her body physique. The smiling eyes and lips held perfect makeup. Her nametag read: Gina. Zack extended his hand to take the forms, exposing his gold watch with its blinking 3-o'clock gem. Gina took note and her face brightened even more, if that was possible. Zack scrawled his signature where Gina indicated and he was all set for several more fun filled days. Having made Gina's acquaintance, he figured he was also set for several more sex filled nights. Zack wandered the hotel, eventually finding the unoccupied rooftop pool and sundeck. Privacy walls and shrubbery screened it from the adjacent properties. Gina would certainly be busy the rest of the day. Zack might just as well relax by the pool. He headed to his room to change. There was a house cleaning service cart in the hallway beside his open door. Upon entering, he was surprised to find Gina in a housemaid outfit freshening up his room. She was bent over, facing away and smoothing the bedspread. Her Zodiac ring held its glow. Her trim uniform filling ass enticed him as she swayed with the movements of her work. Seeing that they were alone and that Gina had not acknowledged his presence yet, Zack felt a giddy streak and spoke out. "That may be a waste of time. I promise those covers are going to get rumpled as hell when I lay you out and power pound your snug little pussy tonight." The housemaid stood and turned towards him. Zack gave a start; the housemaid looked a lot like Gina, but it wasn't Gina. "Damn, I hope so" replied the housemaid with the Zodiac ring and a nametag that said 'Jenny'. Zack tried to sputter out a stumbling apology. "Sorry... I thought you were Gina and ..." Jenny laughed. "Gina is my sister and we run this little hotel together. There are a lot of other things we do together." She winked. Jenny gathered the cleaning supplies and loaded the cart as Zack waited dumbfounded, not knowing what to do next. Jenny gave the room a last look over and stepped up to Zack. She leaned in to buzz his cheek and then moved her lips to his ear. "I am going to hold you to your promise to power pound my snug little pussy. I'm looking forward to it" she whispered before she left. Zack recovered his composure, changed to swimwear and returned to the sundeck. There were a few chaise-lounges shaded by a potted palm tree. Zack settled into one and used earphones to play music as he read the financial pages of the Miami Herald. After some time, the door opened and two barefoot swimmers emerged to join him. He recognized the sisters. They wore belly cropped tank tops, barely there skimpy white thongs and bug shield glamour sunglasses. Spying Zack, they headed to his side of the pool. As they rounded the corner of the pool, one of the girls gave the other a mighty shove that sent her flopping into the water with a gigantic splash. When she surfaced and howled her protest, the pusher jumped in and the girls played giggle and splash. Thoroughly soaked and thoroughly cooled off, they leapt out and rendered a dripping trail of footprints as they made their way to Zack's side. The wet tanktops veiled their modest but wholesome breasts with their perky dark nipples, erect now from the cool water and hot excitement. The strained mini-thongs shaped their cunts into compact camel-toes. They stopped side-by-side, attentive. "Want some company?" Needing no reply, they settled into the opposing lounges, stoking Zack's fascination. His looked left, then right, then left. He finally deciding that the one of the left was Gina, on the right was Jenny. He inquired to both and neither whether he was correct. "It doesn't really matter which you call us. You are here to perform our teamwork Evaluation Assessment. But if you must know which is which, we'll show you a secret." The girls pivoted up and faced Zack. They stretched aside the tight thongs, compacting even tighter the matching camel-toes. Zack had been correct. On his left, the tiny tattoo etched just beside and above her cunt was a 'G'. He looked right and saw a reflective 'J'. The girls giggled at his staged nod of enlightenment. "Some men say our nipples are also different but that's for us to know and you to find out." Zack filed away his intension to find out at the first opportunity. He didn't have to wait long. Gina gripped her damp T-shirt and whipped it off her head. Jenny copied the move. Zack took time to peer closely but couldn't get the comparison yet. He decided to try later when they were positioned side by side. The girls lay back with their bug-shield sunglasses protecting their eyes and became chatty. It turned out they were part of an extended hotel owning family. Many of the female aunts and cousins were TWA graduates or current students. The men of the family had the benefit of being Pledge Contributors. The family owned a number of boutique hotels like this one scattered about the world's playground cities. The family shared the management amongst its own and rotated family staff and managers throughout the year. The sisters were nearing the end of their term at this facility and would soon depart to their next post. That location had yet to be decided by the family's inner circle. In order to move to the more exclusive guest and specialty accommodation venues, they needed high scores from Zack's evaluation assessment. They were eager to gain his approval. The dialogue wound down and the conversation trailed off. Zack's resumed reading was disturbed occasionally by flicks of light from adjacent buildings, many taller than this boutique hotel. Finally, Zack concentrated on catching the next one. He looked towards its source and saw a shadow moving behind a window. Zack's awareness dawned. This was not the first time every binocular and telescope in range had been trained on the rooftop sundeck and the sunbathing sisters. Zack returned to his reading, smugly picturing the jealous and envious thoughts scooting around in the brains of the spyglass owners. It gave his ego a boost. The shadows lengthened and finally the sun dipped below the surrounding skyline. The trio collected their things and walked to the far side of the pool and the exit. Gina and Jenny hugged their sun-warmed topless bodies to Zack's torso; he held a handgrip on two firm asses. They walked slowly. Zack wanted the Peeping Toms to get a good final show and stoke their envy. Dinner was an eclectic mix of delicacies served under a mood-lit sidewalk awning along Ocean Drive. The waiters were extremely attentive, ogling Gina and Jenny sporting flimsy and revealing club wear. The evening was barely started but this was South Beach where the leisure class demands continuous entertainment. Zack strode into their first nightclub venue with the salacious sisters garnishing each arm with their eye-candy ambiance. The air was filled with neon colored light rays jabbing about the room. The base beat drummed in their ears. Zack wasn't much for dancing but Gina and Jenny made up for his lack of participation. The sisters sat him in a deep cushioned chair next to the dance floor. They gave him a bouncing display of asses popping beneath short skirts and peek-a-boo nipples barely covered by the draping translucent bodice panels. The strobes and glitter specks bounced along in time. The energetic pair considered Zack their audience of one but other night revelers ogled the brazen display of sensuality. Several men tried to make advances but they were shunned off by the dancing dynamos. Zack liked the attention he received from his shameless host escorts but he was wary of the covetous stares from the tipsy and aroused patrons watching the spectacle. Zack decided to take the festivities elsewhere. Another burlesque-like show thrilled another enthralled night-club audience. Stirred by their flashy exposures, Zack gathered his charges and retired to their hotel for his mandatory evaluation assessment. Zack would need privacy for his obligatory sexual inspection of the sisters. Gina checked in with the night clerk and left Do-Not-Disturb instructions. Zack and Jenny were waiting in his room. Thereafter, the door was closed and locked. The topless sunning, the delicious meal and the flirty dancing were done. The time for talk and tease was over. The time for a hands-on evaluation assessment had arrived. Gina and Jenny simply stood still as Zack paced around them. Their eyes followed him but they kept face forward. Zack burrowed a finger beneath a dress panel or skirt, feeling the skin that was enlivened by the dirty dancing. He plucked at Gina's neck-clasp and the billowy translucent panels fluttered down off her breasts to her waist. He plucked at Jenny's dress and her top fell. The view was nice but he, and much of the neighborhood surrounding the rooftop pool, had already seen them topless. He motioned for them to drop the dresses over their hips to the floor. The dresses had been risqué in the club but now he realized that some of the skirt flips must have revealed to others what he had not known until now: they were pantiless. Zack immediately had the benefit of the little G and J tattoos nearby the shaved pussies. As recommended, Zack closely examined their tits and nipples as the sisters stood side by side. Gina's aureoles were larger disks but Jenny's nubs were more pronounced. The shading was similar but Jenny was just a bit browner against Gina's more rosy hue. Zack poked and prodded; the boobs had equal resiliency and scant sag. Both sets of nubs rose erect when he gave them his rolls and pinches. Taken together, the tit pairs were barely different; separated they would be indistinguishable. A team evaluation assessment was unusual and Zack was more used to dealing one on one. He would start out by letting them take turns. He directed them to play best 2 out of 3 rock-paper-scissors for the honor of first fuck. Gina won two in a row and Jenny looked downtrodden by the fateful decision. Zack assured the less fortunate sister that the night was young and she should be patient but stay prepared. He told her to sit in the upholstered chair and beckoned Gina forward. Gina stepped close, naked but for her heels and Zodiac ring, her lithe tallness bringing her face to face with Zack. They kissed. Gina's graceful arms circled his neck. Zack lingered, rubbing lips on lips and smelling her perfume. He sensed someone behind him, pressing warm skin against his back. Jenny's hands reached around and levered Zack's belt and zipper open. She lowered his boxers and pants to the floor, careful to avoid scraping his genitals. She remained at his back and cradled his growing cock in her palm. The meat thickened and rose quickly to standing, ready for action. Assistance completed, Jenny resumed her seat and left the lustful couple to continue on their own. Gina felt Zack's manhood patter against her and pressed their groins tighter together. Her right thigh rose along his outer leg until it crossed above Zack's hips. She moved his left hand to cup her ass cheek. Bracing against his body, she lifted her other thigh along his leg. Zack needed no prompting this time as his other hand gripped her other ass cheek. Zack was carrying Gina's lanky body in his arms. Gina wriggled her hips to adjust the position. Her cunt lips tented over Zack's erection, pinning it to his abdomen. She tilted back testing Zack's balance, then locked her heels behind his back and gave his prick short juicy jogs of stimulation. Gina's nipples danced between them and tickled Zack's fancy with the erect nubs. Zack duck walked Gina towards the bed. It was time to rumple the covers. He spied Jenny ensconced as ordered in the upholstered chair across the room. Her one leg was thrown over the arm, exposing her pink gash. One thumb and forefinger rolled and twiddled a nipple; the other hand drew slow circles around her clitoris. 'Good girl' thought Zack. Just as ordered, Jenny was being patient but staying prepared. His knees bumped the mattress and Zack tumbled forward, clutching Gina as they dumped onto the bed. The rebound dropped them in the center. They giggled together as the motion settled them into classic missionary position. Zack braced up and slid his hips down. Gina was naturally well lubed. Her standup rocking strokes had smeared her excess moisture all over Zack's cock. Zack stretched downward to position his knob near Gina genital orifice. Gina wriggled into perfect alignment. Zack pushed and his cock moved in an inch. He pushed harder, another inch entered. He sagged his weight on top of Gina. Gina fingered his neck hairs to get his attention. "I know, Zack, darling... I am very narrow down there and you are larger than most. Let's take it slow. It'll work out, it always does." Zack braced up and pushed again. Gina grimaced but rolled her hips, pressing Zack to continue the push. Another inch went in. A few more tries, some reverses to spread lubrication and their pubic bones bumped together as Zack finally hit bottom. Gina's vaginal tract clamped him harder than most of the ultimate orgasmic clenches in other woman. Zack slewed his meat back and forth, getting contact on every spot along his shaft and knob. The pair set into a slow, short thrust rhythm. Gina rocked and rolled her hips, helping control the strokes. The diminished space and pace were not as tiring as an energetic long and fast fucking. Gina and Zack were not hurried. Zack acclimated to Gina's firm compression and his groin stated to tingle. Gina was breathing deeper, her hands active in caressing Zack's back and scalp. It was a gentle, slow buildup, rising higher and higher in tension and sound until they crossed the summit. Zack pulsed his sperm into Gina as she hugged his body and called out her delight. This was not a shattering orgasm but a full body nerve stimulus that left them soothed and glowing. Zack suckled Gina's earlobe as his mind cleared. He backed out and off the bed. Zack gazed in awe at the sensual creature laid out before him. They had not fucked; they had mated. It was a rare and fulfilling experience for Zack. Gina stirred and sat up, attentive to Zack's next directives. He took her hand and kissed it, repositioning her body in the bed so he could lie next to her. He beckoned Jenny to join them. They cuddled into slumber. Zack woke in the night with a hard-on. Jenny's hand was cradling it again, fingers lightly stimulating his man-flesh. Her lips brushed his ear. "Is it my turn yet?" she whispered. Zack considered the question. His hands slid to her core, found her soft flesh amply dewy. Jenny had followed his instructions. She had been patient but stayed prepared. . He couldn't deny her. He remembered his promise to power pound his cock into her snug little pussy. A gentleman always keeps his promises. He rolled sideways, capturing her leg beneath his waist to initiate a side saddle coupling. He hadn't intended Gina's fuck to turn into real lovemaking; it just happened. He shouldn't assume his romp with Jenny would turn out the same. He should take her with macho physicality. Zack dragged Jenny's hips roughly forward, poking his erection hard at her cunt lips. He expected the sisters to be equally tight. He took a deep breath. Jenny saw his inhale and took a deep breath also. Zack slammed forward and his cock slid halfway in. Jenny whimpered but bit her lip. Zack hammered again and Jenny took much of the length. One more thrust and he felt her bottom press his knob. Jenny was shorter but wider than her sister. This was going to be a regular hard fuck; the kind that Zack was used to. "It's time, girl. You're about to get that promised cunt pounding power fuck" Zack growled. Jenny hugged tight onto Zack's neck. Zack grabbed handfuls of her ass, squeezing tight to get a good grip on the pliant flesh. Jenny whimpered at the force of it but then hugged Zack tighter and held her sounds. Zack dragged his cock knob almost all the way out of her tube, paused and dove the distance back in. Slowly out and quickly drive the distance. Again... again... again... Zack was in his element: raw power fucking, hard thrusts and deep penetrations. As the sturdy male, Zack had sternly taken control of their mutual gratification; this bewitching female was triumphantly absorbing the maestro's lusts and thrusts. Jenny tried to suppress her yelps but they escaped her throat each time Zack banged his groin hard against her body. He spanked her once on the ass, signaling his demand for less noise. Jenny tried harder. Unfairly, Zack was making enough noise for both of them. Zack grunted his puffing breathes, the spritely slap of damp flesh on flesh holding counter cadence. The bed shook. When Jenny thought she was beyond endurance of continued silence, Zack went rigid in her arms, brawled out his macho mating call and dumped his first spunk in her womb. Zack gave Jenny several more power thrusts, then a few lesser throbbing strokes. Jenny felt his successive hot discharges spray her insides and then Zack slumped into a sweating heap of satiated bull-meat. His erection shrank and fell out followed by a large portion of his white spunk. It drained across Jenny's inner thigh. Jenny looked past Zack in the dim colored hues lighting the room and saw Gina looking back, her wide-eyed frightened stare peering above the hand covering her mouth. She revealed her lips and urgently mouthed a silent question 'Are you alright?!' Jenny grinned to Gina and gave an affirmative nod as she nuzzled Zack's cheek and neck. Jenny held the exhausted Zack in this close side saddle embrace. She would hold him like that until he regained the strength to roll away from her. Until then, Jenny was content to embrace the raw sexy beast that had just rocked her world. Total Woman Zodiac 03 ------------------------------------------------------- Zack awoke face up, a woman's head tucked into each shoulder. Dawn had broken and sunlight filled the room. He stretched to loosen his tired muscles. The movement stirred his playmates that then pecked his opposite cheeks. Zack let them caress his body as they shed their drowsiness. Jenny tilted Zack's head towards hers and engaged in a deeper kiss. Zack increased the action and Jenny held his face as she gave his receptive lips a good going over. Meanwhile, Gina moved her hair shrouded head across his chest and licked Zack's nipples, descending with butterfly kisses down his body until his tumescent prick was perched at her lips. Jenny felt Zack's enthusiasm for the oral caresses intensify, implying that Gina had initiated her slow suckling blowjob down below. The tag team moved Zack to a higher and higher edge until he inevitably shot his essence into Gina's welcoming mouth. The pair reassumed their side by side alignment until Zack showed signs of readiness to arise to the day ahead. He was scheduled to depart for his next assignment. Later in the lobby, the sisters waited with luggage close by. Zack was travelling to San Antonio for his next assignment. The sisters were being transferred there as succeeding managers to their family's boutique hotel on River Walk. TWA had taken advantage of the schedule coincidence and Zack would fly with the sisters on the family's Gulfstream. A waiting towncar whisked them to the corporate airport for departure. _______________________________________ Zack's flight seat was fully reclined in the well-appointed Gulfstream. He tried to relax, using the time in the air to refract his vitality. He sensed a presence occupy the seat next to him and found Jenny sitting sideways, peering closely into his face. "Comfy?" she asked. Her finger scratched a lazy rub on his arm. "Sure. How about you?" "Yeah, I guess so but I feel left out." Zack frowned his lack of understanding. Jenny took a breath and talked softly, a tremulous whine in her voice. "It's not fair. Gina and I both got a thorough fucking and that was the best ever. But only Gina got to suck you. And now you're moving on and I may never know what you taste like." Zack was looking forward to some rest but Jenny seemed pretty adamant about the injustice she had suffered. She had played the guilt trip card, insinuating that it was Zack's obligation to make it right. But there were limits. "I don't think I can cum again just yet." Jenny looked distraught and pouted. She leaned close to Zack's ear. Jenny brushed Zack's eyelids closed. Her voice was an even soft whisper. "Do you remember when we first met? Didn't you like the way my ass looked? And think of the other times that I have been there for you? Please try to be here for me... Dream of me..." Zack lay reclined in daydream pose. Jenny moved his hands from tummy to armrests, freeing up his waist. Her hands worked the trouser buckle and zipper, pushing his boxers lower, exposing his penis. Her fingers brushed its length. Zack thought back... ... Jenny was bent over the bed, her round ass inviting his stare. He had been crude with his first words to her. She had played along... Jenny's lips touched his knob and her palm cupped his ball sack, not fluttering or caressing, just supporting it. Zack was thickening but only beginning to get rigid. ... Zack remembered Jenny with her sister, strutting to his lounge chair at the rooftop pool. She had been carefree about doffing her top and lying out on the adjacent chaise. He was intrigued when she slid her thong aside to show him her 'J' tattoo, giving him another way to distinguish her from her sister. He imagined how the peeping neighboring must have turned green with envy at his easy access to her hidden charms... Jenny felt Zack growing stiffer. He was hard enough now to enter her mouth. She pushed along the crown with her lips and captured his swelling knob behind her lips. Her tongue engaged in a little tip action. ... Zack recalled the sidewalk café hovering waiters, unable to leave them in peace, staying close to catch a furtive glimpse of Jenny's hot physique beneath the barely street legal club wear. Her full-body laughter during the table chatter had caused nipple-slips that kept the waiters attentive to her every move... Jenny was happy that Zack was approaching full bore now, availing herself of the extensive skin, caressing all about Zack's shaft. ... Zack reminisced on the fiendish way the sisters had danced for him, showing everyone in eye range their dexterity and ingenuity at the art of public seduction. Jenny had fueled Zack's ego by adroitly fending off favors from aroused patrons, subtly signifying Zack's exclusive access to her... Jenny felt Zack's increased heart beat projected by the blood rushing in pulses along the meat in her mouth. She kept to an unchanging pace; disinclined to spoil Zack's dreams of her. ... Zack could see Jenny standing nude in their room after he had removed her almost-nothing clothes. Jenny had been amenable to Zack's tactile comparison of the sisters' tits. She had followed his instructions to be patient but prepared. Jenny had maintained her heat by softly masturbating, but not peaking, as she watched Zack fuck her sister. Then she had been rewarded by the full force of his true nature in a bed-shaking cunt pounding ... Jenny felt the added movements as Zack vibrated his hips. She set her timing to match his mini-cycles. She hoped he was remembering their furious nighttime fuck session and reliving the pleasure. Zack slipped out of his daydream as he remembered Jenny's soft kisses at his waking moments this morning. He wanted to see Jenny's lips again. His eyes fluttered open and there they were, wrapped around his cock. Jenny was staring at his face when Zack emerged from his daydream. She noted his awareness and added humming vibrations to her combination of suck-stroke-lick. Zack pressed back into the headrest and felt his whole nervous system tingle and sparkle. His essence glided out of his penile tube in an easy flow, giving Jenny the juice and justice she hungered for. She swished Zack's elixir around in her mouth before her bobbing throat confirmed her ingestion of his gift. Zack lay at peace, proud to have allocated his masculinity equally between the sisters. Total Woman Zodiac 04 The towncar delivered Zack to his hotel on San Antonio's River Walk. He was disappointed that TWA had not seen fit to book him into the Gina and Jenny's boutique hotel but cooler heads had seen to that. Continued close presence with the sisters would compromise Zack's full attention to his next assignment. That would be unfair and in fact detrimental. Total Woman Academy was highly regarded for its superb graduates. Zodiacs were expected to follow rigorous quality assurance procedures to maintain the TWA Reputation for Excellence. Zack's hotel was known as a sportier venue on River Walk with an Olympic sized pool, well equipped gymnasium and luxurious spa. Although he engaged often in bedroom recreation, Zack had been negligent in the physical sports of late and looked upon this time as an opportunity for more traditional aerobic and anaerobic exercise. At the reception desk, there were no papers to sign; arrangements were already in place. The clerk asked him to wait one as she dialed the phone, waited for the pickup and simply stated 'Your party's here' and hung up. Zack hesitated before turning away. He saw a young lady crossing the lobby, obviously headed his way. She extended her hand in greeting. "Hello, sir. Are you Zack? Oh, good. My name is Carrie. I will be your designated hostess during your stay with us." Zack's waited for his watch to vibrate but it didn't. His first instinct was to look at Carrie's fingers. Though highly unlikely, the watch could have malfunctioned. But not this time; Carrie was not wearing a Zodiac ring. Carrie was blond, dressed in all white spa wear: soft sneakers, satiny running shorts and a tight sports bra. She was mid-height, solid and athletic, not muscle-bound but definitely toned. Zack was rather disappointed that Carrie was not his next evaluation assessment assignment. He imagined the many bumpy roads to sexual excellence they could travel together. Carrie assumed the requisite role of bellhop and gathered Zack's luggage. She led him to the elevator and they ascended to his upper story suite. The well-furnished accommodations had separate bed and sitting areas with a luxurious bath and a nice view of the city. Carrie fussed about the room, putting and placing this and that while Zack executed a brief look around. Carrie handed him a printed cardstock with his name embellished at the heading. "Sir, I have a tentative activity schedule laid out for you but you are welcome to change it however you please." Zack scanned it and saw a three day plan. From 7 AM to 8 PM, there were time blocks for swimming, aerobics, weight lifting, yoga, meals and spa appointments. He still didn't know the 'who' or 'when' for his next TWA assignee. That might change the schedule but, for now, it was as good of a plan as any. Zack said he would explore the hotel facilities and start in on the exercises at mid-day. Carrie the hostess took her leave. ---------------------------------------------- Zack found the hotel facilities first rate. The pool was refreshing, the lifting room stocked with free weights, benches and machines. Zack tried them all. He may have overdone it because the sauna and shower afterwards failed to chase away the minor muscle strains. At the exit, he discovered Carrie attending the service desk and mentions his piques of pain to her. She moved into immediate hostess mode and called the spa. Yes, they could squeeze Zack in right away for some needed relief. Carrie pointed him down the hall to the spa facility. Zack found the rooms on the bottom floor. It smelled spa like: floral and antiseptic with the aromas of cosmetic product aerosols. The receptionist greeted Zack by name and assured him Candy would be right with him. A trendy menu board behind her listed the products and services available on a complementary basis to the hotel's VIP clientele. In lieu of uncouth prices, each procedure was followed by its attending staff professional. Amongst the hair style and set, mud baths and pedicures cacophony, one line listed Massage Therapist: Candy. Zack didn't have to wait long. At the same time a tall blond woman entered the room, Zack's Zodiac watch started to vibrate, the 4-o'clock jewel pulsing the beacon. The blond stuttered a step as she checked her hand and saw her ring stone glowing. She spied Zack's watch and her face literally shone. Candy's unintended dual appointment had arrived: her unanticipated spa client and her anticipated Zodiac evaluation assessor were one and the same. Candy fought off her outward exuberance and politely thanked the receptionist. She invited Zack to follow her and the receptionist buzzed them through the security door into the spa's functional spaces. Zack was pleased to follow the beauty, neatly attired in the same style white cotton outfit that Carrie had worn. As the door closed, Candy hugged Zack's arm and tiptoed a kiss on his cheek. Her lips whispered her excitement in his ear. "I knew you were coming today and expected to happen upon you somewhere in the hotel this evening. But what luck: you found me sooner!" Candy practically skipped down the hallway to her workspace, opened the door and ushered Zack inside. The room contained the standard assortment of massage therapy fixtures: table, cabinets, wall art and clothes trees. The same background flute music was piped into all the spa spaces. Candy invited Zack to sit on the low massage table as she locked the door. Facing Zack with her hands demurely finger clasped in front, Candy bit her lip, waiting for his orders. Zack was the Zodiac and she was ready to obey, learn and be tested. The waiting was insufferable for her eager spirit, so she spoke up. "I graduated with a degree in Human Physiology at Total Woman Academy and then earned a Masters in Physical Therapy. This upscale hotel spa pays better than the medical rehabilitation field, so I work here as a Massage Therapist. I am very good at manual and tactile manipulation, especially erotic stimulus and sexual therapy. Since the services are complementary and we don't charge direct fees, it's perfectly legal." Candy felt that she had dropped abundant hints and invitations for Zack to take command. But he just sat there, looking tired and strained. Candy chirped in again, putting on her best innocence look and tone. Candy tilted her head down, mouth gapped open with a hint of teeth. She peered up through her blond bangs and continued the finger clasp in front. She looked to be the perfect parody of the vixen virgin, feigning fear but raring to be ravished. "Is there anything I can do to please you right now? We can suck or fuck, tie me up or whatever. I am completely yours for whatever you need." Her message was well delivered and well received until Zack winced as a stressed muscle compressed a pinched nerve. "I want you to perform the best of your best. I'm sore from my exercises and need some relief. Let's start with that." Candy smiled and nodded, her blond tresses bouncing the affirmative. She giggled playfully as she pulled Zack's shirt and pants off, rotating him prone onto the table. Her clothes joined his on the floor. A naked Candy scampered about, smoothing the towels and lowering the table so Zack was conveniently at her working height. The emollients, ambiance and Candy were ready to sooth Zack's ills. Candy got Zack lying face down, arms comfortably spread, faced cradled in the donut hole of the head cushion. She nestled his cock and balls between his separated thighs. She kneaded his biceps, neck, shoulders and back muscles, working downwards. Candy found Zack's sore spots easily; it was her job as a professional massage therapist. Candy's expert hands attacked and untied the muscle knots. Her fingers eased the constriction and the loosened tissue received the unrestricted surge of healing blood flow. Zack cycled between sharp inhaled breathes and elongated moans of relief. Zack's backside was completed all the way to his heels; Candy whispered warm instructions in Zack's ear to turn over. She arranged his posture with interlaced fingers under his head; limbs splayed and again executed her responsibility of positioning Zack's genitals for full coziness. She began again at the top, massaging the scalp and temples, kneading arms, chest, abdomen and thighs. Where her hands were not strong enough, she stepped up and walked off the large muscle groups with strong foot manipulation. She finished Zack's total post-workout restoration. Zack was breathing easy now, tension abated and restored to regular vitality. He was sporting a decent erection; a sure sign of Candy's rehabilitating expertise. The deferment was over; it was time for Zack's evaluation assessment of Candy's expertise for holistic male satisfaction. Candy chose not to disturb Zack with pointless queries for direction. She knew from experience how this treatment session should play out to the client's total satisfaction: a happy ending. She lowered the table further and knelt beside it. She smoothed a gentle hand across Zack's hair and brushed her fingertips down his eyelids. Candy's light whisper tickled his inner ear. "Let me closeout this therapy in style, my darling. Be still and think peaceful thoughts as I reveal my intimate tactile talents." Zack was relaxed and almost unconscious. He didn't respond and Candy presumed his silence for consent. She buzzed his cheek with a butterfly kiss. She quaffed his neck. Her lips sank to his nearest nipple, tongue swirling the hairs surrounding the sensitive disks. She kissed the opposite one, dragging her stiff nipples across his arm and chest. On her knees, she rested her head on his torso and reached down to initiate the penile stimulus. Candy's delicate hand wrapped Zack's shaft, her index finger pad rubbing the lubricated V notch. She dragged her closed hand along the shaft, using finger pad pressure to add pleasure on the vein tract. Zack's heartbeat drummed in sync: the thump in Candy's ear pressed to Zack's chest and her finger grazing his cock vein were in time. Zack was long. Candy's hand covered less than half his length in her warm rounded palm. Candy used these introductory moments to explore Zack's texture and topography. Her stroke was slow and tantalizing. Zack grew thicker and harder as the short time passed, stretching his thin penile skin thinner and exposing even more verve endings. The bulbous knob was shiny and engorged. Candy had reached the end of stage one. Candy rolled up, uncompressing her boobs but retaining the skin on skin touch. She dragged the soft globes down Zack's body, thrilled by the tinkles emanating from her rasped nipples. She draped her pliable mounds over the hardened man-shaft and shimmied. The undulating masses unified the distinct playgrounds of pleasure: the engorged cock and the enflamed nipples. Both voices sighed. Stage two was now behind them. Candy straddled Zack for stage three. She engaged both petite hands in the finale. Candy mixed the pace and length, galloping her bare ass on Zack's thighs, using her lesser weight to get maximum momentum. Candy felt the muscle tissue swell under her touch and initiate Zack's preparatory tremors. She levered Zack up for the impending volley, using one oily palm reciprocating along the shaft, the other swiveling fore and back around the corona. "Come on, darling" she encouraged him. "Let me see the power of a manly man." Candy felt the first jet ripple beneath her grasp. Semen geysers arced in succession, landing splat... splat... splat on Zack's sternum. A few secondary spatters dotted Zack's face but somehow missed his wheezing mouth. Candy exuded excitement. "Oow... oow... here it comes... here it comes... Look At That! More, sir, more... wow another one. Keep going..." Candy counted five rope streams, each landing in a track down Zack's abdomen until the last one dribbled into his belly-button. Zack remained immobile on the table throughout the spermatic cannonade. All of his residual energy had been unconsciously focused on compressing his prostate for maximum firepower. Even without further discharges, Zack's cock continued stifled jitters. As the blood seeped back to his body and Zack shrank, Candy held his penis until it could drape comfortably on his stomach. She gently milked the urethra, extricating the latent semen, reuniting all the gland spawned fluid in the daylight. It was time to cleanup. Candy dismounted and kissed Zack's lips before her tongue gleaned the creamy over-spray from his face. His eyes opened but Zack remained at rest. Candy used moist warm towels to achieve a whole body cleansing: of course, removing the male essence splattered on Zack's chest but also the massage oils and perspiration from their interlude together. After alerting Carrie and getting Zack and herself suitably dressed for public display, Candy escorted Zack to the reception area and into Carrie's capable charge. Carrie spent the remaining day tending to Zack's remaining calendar of activities until Zack claimed weariness and ascended to his hotel suite for the night. ---------------------------------------------- Zack rested fitfully. Minor muscle tweaks had recurred, not painful but just enough to bother his slumbers. He lay on his side facing the door when he heard a keycard activate the lock. The door inched open on oiled hinges to reveal an intruder's silhouette in the hallway light. Rather than presenting danger, the diorama showed draping curls and an hourglass rounded body covered by a translucent diaphanous nightgown. The figure crossed to his bed as the door closed the room back into darkness. The woman climbed in against Zack. She nestled close; the silky slip of a cover smooth on Zack's skin, the spongy warmth of womanly features blushing through the thin fabric. Her hand stole to Zack's manhood and fondled his meat. "Oh, good...Candy didn't exaggerate" whispered Carrie. Zack started to wonder if this was proper. He was on duty as a Zodiac and should be using sex only for job related activities. But, what the hell...all work and no play makes Zack a dull boy. He wrapped his arms around Carrie's welcoming body and drew her in for a kiss. They enjoyed a leisurely hour of gentle, playful lovemaking. Zack was happy that he didn't need to follow a procedure or mentally catalog his fuck-mate's techniques. The caresses and tickles lasted through a series of climaxes concluding before dawn. Carrie slipped away when Zack finally dozed off. ------------------------------------------------------- Zack awoke to an empty bed and a full day. He repeated his exercise and spa routine. Another mid-day session was scheduled with Candy. This time Zack waited until Candy had him positioned, then got frisky. Jostled oils splattered their skin and Zack squeezed Candy's dangled tits or pinched a nipple when she leaned over him. He good-naturedly spanked her ass cheek, the lubricants creating an exaggerated resounding smack. He wrestled the playful masseuse on top of him, palming and clutching her slippery ass and tits, trying to get his cock inside her hot little pussy. Candy rubbed her oily tits and hands all over Zack as she pretended to struggle for escape. The laughter gave way to giggles and moans when Zack felt Candy's wet cunt plummet over his sturdy erection. They wriggled around in embellished spirals until they bowled off the low table and landed on the tiled floor. The conjoined mass of slippery flesh slithered around in thrusting unison until Zack pumped his masculine fluids deep into a mutually ecstatic Candy. ------------------------------------------------------- Zack was lazing in his suite. He was scheduled to have dinner with Carrie. She had asked him to dress in the black slacks, shirt and shoes that she had delivered to his room. He hoped she would bring room service so they could recouple without travelling anywhere. There was a knock on the door. Zack found Carrie dressed in a little black cocktail dress but there was no room service cart. She extended her crooked arm in the international sign that Zack, the worldly gentleman, should offer to escort Carrie, the sophisticated lady, to their destination. "Are you ready, Zack? You're taking me to dinner. Shall we go?" Total Woman Zodiac 05 The Lamb and Lion Middle Eastern Restaurant was candle lit at every table. The various patrons' conversations were a dull background buzz. The wait staff uniform was tuxedo without the top coat, giving the venue an upscale atmosphere. The clientele were a mixture of groups: a few couples seated in romantic seclusion and elsewhere parents accompanied by teenaged offspring ostensibly along to get some exposure to dining etiquette and table manners. Apparently, that was a mixed bag of success. The sandwich board marquis at the entrance had advertised the floor show for the evening, a trio of belly dancers. A quadrant of the dining room center was occupied by a parquet floor and stage lighting. Zack and Carrie were seated on its far side. After their entrees arrived, the lights dimmed and a voice announced the first act. An older woman attired in flowing skirts, jeweled bodice and colorful coin spangled veils gave a good showing, well-practiced in the ancient art form. Her moves were fluid: snake arms, hip pops and figure eights with dramatic belly rolls. Zack respected the traditional performance which avoided the tourist trapping swirled torches and head balanced scimitars. Several of the knowing patrons tipped the dancer with small cash as she swayed beneath the shower of money. There was an intermission as the waiters refilled glasses and cleared away dishes. The second dancer was younger, more energetic and flexible, her smile playing to the audience. The gentlemen patrons were extra attentive. Pausing mid-dance, she invited the younger clientele to join her on stage. The waiters walked among the tables beseeching the female teenagers to take the stage. Some parents were more outwardly encouraging than others. The belly dancer helped the girls experiment with hip rolls and sliding walks, while snaking their wrists and forearms skyward. It was all fun. Several of the chicly dressed young ladies were striking in their natural nubile beauty. At the end of the dance, the professional belly dancer distributed business cards to the more eye-catching amateurs before they returned to their tables. Zack asked about the cards and Carrie retrieved one for him. It was a standard publicity advertisement for complementary dance school lessons. On the reverse side was a simply printed telephone number underwritten by the phrase 'Scholarships Available'. Zack recognized the Total Woman Academy's unlisted special number. TWA scouts gave that number to the choicest females they found. The operator vetted the curious callers and routed the prime candidates onward into the system of in-depth interviews, detailed background checks and recommendations for TWA recruitment and enrollment. Zack scanned the room and saw that the crème de la crème of the daughters in the room were studying the cards. They were well groomed, fashionably dressed, fit and fresh faced. Some parents were dismissive and waved away the cryptic summons. They were unaware that this rare opportunity could transform their daughters' fortunes forever. Others, the more cultured looking parents, well attired and mannered, were solemnly heartening their daughters to pursue the mysterious prospect. Zack thought some of those fathers looked vaguely familiar. Zack was the TWA Emeritus Coach Tutor and took pride in his unique professional responsibilities. In addition to his exhausting regular school schedule, Zack championed the TWA Free Will Weekends. Invited Guest Coach Tutors shared their time and energies by mentoring the TWA scholars in the finer points of the exceptional TWA poise curriculum. Zack generally didn't retain memories of the Guest Coach Tutors. He was more likely to remember the ardent female pupils into which he drilled a quality sexual education. Even now, Zack's primary attention was surveying this pool of potential student candidates. Zack visualized future private scenarios where he would personally oversee their comprehensive education. He imagined their fresh faces with sucking cherry red lips wrapped around his erection, their upward peering eyes swooning as their throats gulped down his invaluable teachings. Here and there, Zack saw a vaguely familiar gent reassuring his teenaged offspring with a handclasp above the linen table cloth. His other hand was concealed beneath the table adjusting his crotch. The Free Will Weekend rosters assigned sequential pair-ups at random. Inevitably, a Guest Coach Tutor father found himself paired with his student daughter. Fickle fate was to be venerated and honored with robust obedience. There were never complaints. Impetuous incest was part of life's variety; a penchant to be cherished when acted upon away from society's moral meddling. Was this Daddy anticipating sensuous foreplay followed by the transfer of his pearly inheritance from the family jewels into his grown offspring's velvety treasure box? Would the fully-grown cock penetrated hips bouncing hard against his groin be same hips that had bounced hard long ago against his knees while playing horsey? Would her angelic voice be devilishly moaning 'Faster, Daddy... Faster!' as her lips suckled his ear in their conjoined carnal embrace? Zack's revelry was drawn away as the waiters distributed coffee and dessert. The house lights dimmed and the featured act was about to begin. The marquis had listed her name as 'Leila', Arabic for 'beauty of the night'. The spot light suddenly lit a semi-contorted belly dancer in colorful, filmy garb. She posed face upward, knees bent, arms and legs braided. She slowly uncoiled and performed graceful movements, probably only a sample of the multitude of combinations her expertise could employ. Her feet made short quick steps as her body undulated above: legs, hips, belly, torso, arms and head. She was showing slides, rolls, head bobs, circled arms; always keeping the audience attentive to her heavily made-up gaze. The tiny finger cymbals accented the beat of the exotic music. The men in the audience showed their true admiration and approval by adjusting their swelling crotches. Leila was brunette, the tresses covered by a rhinestone headdress. Her lavish chest teased with generous fluid cleavage. The globes sloshed upon her chest, struggling to throw off the shackles of the constraining jeweled bodice. Her hips were suitably rounded, toned by the extensive exercise they endured. They sashayed beneath the swaying coin-fringed belt scarf. Her limbs were firm with fine muscle definition. Leila's exposed skin was the perfect dusky hue. Leila's spectacle continued to accelerate, the costume gems glittering the spotlight. Every mesmerized man in the house dreamed of Leila lying naked beneath his conquering embrace, her supple body dancing them into a horizontal sweaty frazzle. She was spinning and clapping, bouncing and jangling when, at last, she leapt high at the music's crescendo and collapsed into a balled form on hands and feet. The spotlight suddenly extinguished and a pause elapsed before a few hand claps were joined by a roaring standing ovation as Leila rested curled in the darkness at center stage. The headwaiter came forward as the house lights arose. He lent Leila a hand to arise, standing aside as she bowed to the quadrants of the audience, grateful for the vocal admiration and praise. She exited the room through the thick red curtain that concealed her dressing space at the rear of the restaurant. The head waiter thanked everyone for their patronage and asked that they empty their last drinks; the restaurant would close very soon. Carrie placed a restraining hand on Zack's arm when he rose to follow the head waiter's request. Leila had been fantastic, intoxicating. Zack was among the other gentleman who had adjusted their crotch during her performance. He was more than ready to return to his hotel suite... with the luscious Carrie in tow. Carrie gentled him back into his seat with a knowing glance. The other patrons departed in ones and twos and small groups. The budding debutantes clutched the precious complementary dance lesson invites. Zack knew that the debutantes' prospects were much brighter than they could have ever realized. He hoped he would see them again. With luck, he would bump into them at Total Woman Academy. If so, their get-togethers certainly would have happy, orgasmic endings. He adjusted his crotch again at the visualization. The headwaiter locked the door behind the last guest and circled the room, drawing window drapes closed. He ended at Zack and Carrie's table. Taking away the table settings, he asked Carrie if there was anything else. Carrie shook her head and thanked him a goodnight. He dimmed the house lights, departed through the kitchen door and locked it. Before Zack could voice a question, a Middle Eastern melody filtered into the air. Carrie turned Zack's head with a finger that then pointed to the back wall. The thick red curtain split a crack and a bare tawny leg slithered through. It was followed by a familiar costumed hip and torso. Spangled hands drew the flaps wider and Leila floated into sight. She was graceful and held Zack's gaze during her elegant promenade to the stage. As Leila neared Zack's stage-side table, he was distracted briefly by the vibration from his Zodiac watch. He spied a flashing ring stone on Leila's finger. His heart warmed and he smiled. Zack thought of every mesmerized man in the house who had dreamed of Leila lying naked beneath his conquering embrace, her supple body dancing them into a horizontal sweaty frazzle. Zack was going to live the dream tonight. Carrie moved the table aside and squatted beside Zack's chair, now separated from the other furniture and facing the stage. Leila stood out of Zack's reach, on the dance floor, letting him study her form. The music continued and Leila picked up the beat and began a slow pirouette and elevated snake arms. Her hips sketched Figure -8's as she revolved. The fringed hip scarf no longer covered the traditional silky harem skirt. Her bare skin rippled beneath the scarf. Leila's boobs seemed to have more sway and Zack realized she had loosened their support to allow the masses greater freedom of movement. Leila rolled her belly as she stepped inch by inch towards his chair. Her dark eyes in their pool of dark makeup locked his gaze. When she was within arm's length, she turned and looked back over her shoulder as she bent rearward. Leila gave Zack the classic inverted down-shirt pose, her wonderful cleavage stacked high on her elevated chest. Carrie led Zack's hand to a cord dangling behind Leila. She grasped over his hand as he grasped it. Leila shuffled away towards the stage. The cord pulled a bow knot and her rear bodice closure parted. She shimmied her shoulders and her boobs jiggled inside the enveloping cups. Leila righted her body and turned to face him. Slinking to him, she held her coyly covered breasts close to Zack's face. Carrie was still holding Zack's hands. "Use your teeth" she suggested. Zack leaned forward with eyes closed and clamped his jaws on the front closure strap like a horse on a bridle. His nose was embedded in Leila's loose cleavage; the soft mounds swelling and retreating against his cheeks in time with her exertion deepened breathing. Zack detected the redolence of Leila's perspiration beneath the flowery fragrance of her perfume. Leila backed off and the let the jewel encrusted bra drop from her tits. Zack dropped the costume piece and gaped. Leila enticed him with a small shimmy and then held Zack's head in her palms as he stared at the perfect spheres. Zack shook Carrie off his hands. He cupped the masses, thumbed the nipples, interrupting the handling so one hand could dash down to adjust his crotch... again. Carrie came to the rescue, nudging Zack's hand back to its intended better use. Carrie worked the belt and zipper open, providing Zack the necessary room to expand. Her hand enclosed his prick and held it, a finger grazing the shaft. Leila leaned in and planted a nipple at Zack's lips. He locked on with incredible suction and a tender tooth grip. Leila pressed Zack's head against the chair back and exploited the tit-to-teeth attachment. She braced her weight as she unbuttoned Zack's shirt. Her nipple responded by stiffening and half way through the unbuttoning process, she switched nipples to double her pleasure. Zack's clothes were hanging half undone. Leila pulled Zack upright and his pants fell to the floor. Carrie aided their remaining removal along with the shoes and shirt. Zack was naked in the closed restaurant. Leila took his hand and led him towards her red curtain. Carrie gathered Zack's discarded clothes and carried them to the kitchen door. The headwaiter was there, watching her approach. After a welcoming lip peck, he doused the house lights but not before Zack saw the man guide Carrie through the door with a glib smack on her ass. Leila pulled Zack to her curtain screened portal. She slipped through, the drape parting and closing with only her forearm protruding, holding his hand. Another tug and Zack lurched headfirst into Leila's lair. It was a very nice lair, cozy. Red predominated, a few aromatic candles flickered the only light. There were no windows, no furniture; the carpeted floor was piled with a variety of embroidered cushions. Leila kneeled down and pulled Zack with her. She arranged Zack lounging on a pile of cushions. She knelt attentive at his side and spoke her first works with a soul melting accent. "I am Leila, a TWA graduate and your Zodiac assignment. My specialty is the dancing you saw. I studied my degree in Hotel and Hospitality Management but dancing is my true love. This is my parent's restaurant but we are part of a consortium of boutique hotels and restaurants. I think you met some of my cousins in South Beach. So here we are. You are the Zodiac and I am yours to command. What do you wish me to do?" Zack didn't need to deliberate for an answer. Every man in the dining room had already pondered that question and answered it while watching Leila dance. Zack plucked at the tie to her hip scarf. Leila took the hint and slowly swept the covering aside, exposing her adorable pussy. She was in full naked splendor on her knees before the naked Zack, who was lying on perfumed, silky cushions in candle light with sensuous music rhythms stirring his heartbeat. He reached for Leila and drew her into a smothering kiss. For the next hour, Zack didn't have to dream of Leila lying naked beneath his conquering embrace, her supple body dancing them into a horizontal sweaty frazzle. He lived it... and thrice again before dawn. Woken repeatedly by Leila's whimpered pleas, Zack deferred to her specialized dexterity. He allowed Leila to warp his naked body into comfortable poses, bolstered by strategically placed pillows. Arms, legs and back were simultaneously spread, curved and bowed into ingenious formations liberally exposing his genitals and other erogenous zones to her stimulation. Leila molded her dance sculpted body to Zack's extraordinary contortions. Then she combined her belly dance agility with the wisdom of the Kama Sutra to carry Zack's mind away into orgasmic bliss. Leila's sensuous undulations of tits, cunt and mouth drained Zack's balls while he filled her body and soul with ecstasy. She begged him for more. Carrie retrieved Zack just after sunrise, fearing any more time with Leila would put him in the hospital with nervous exhaustion and dehydration. Zack had more evaluation assessment commitments on his upcoming schedule and Carrie was a stickler for keeping Zack on schedule. Total Woman Zodiac 06 Zack's flight from San Antonio had been uneventful. He was lazing by the pool of the boutique hotel that had been closed to the public for a week. The sign said 'Renovations' but it had really been booked exclusively for a Total Woman Academy induction symposium. The view on the pool deck was stupendous; kudos to the TWA Scouting staff. Total Woman Academy enrolled its freshman class with referrals and recommendations from within its own ranks. Daughters of Alumni Fund sponsors were the primary candidates. However, TWA accepted transfer students, usually sophomores and juniors. When an appropriate number of transfer candidates had been vetted, an induction symposium was scheduled. 'Appropriate number' was never too many to overwhelm the available Coach Tutors but never too few to compromise the necessary libido maintaining diversity. TWA Scouts frequented the proper venues: cheerleader summer camps, amateur fashion shows, college campus charity fund raisers and such. They ignored unwholesome places like bars and pro sports events. They sought out clean-living young women who would absolutely flourish when their beauty, intelligence and poise were perfected by TWA's unique curriculum. The TWA Scouts posed as advertising agents for normal beauty services like makeup, fitness products and nutritional supplements. However, the covert recruiters gave a special card with a special telephone number to the choicest females they found. The answering operator vetted the curious callers and routed the prime candidates onward into the system of in-depth interviews, detailed background checks and recommendations for transfer admission. This week was the final check in that system before the students entered the hallowed halls of the Total Woman Academy. Zack was always amazed at the thorough gleaning that the system performed until only the crème de la crème rose to the top of the transfer list. The assembled Coach Tutors were not here to reject any candidates but to evaluate the extent of their sensual talents. Zack's evaluation assessments would determine at what stage a transferee would enter the TWA poise curriculum. The practical application today was Topless Tuesday, a TWA tradition for upper classmates. Freshman students spent the entire year topless, wearing a school uniform of only heels and thong panties, shedding silly inhibitions about semi-private nudity. The novice classmates were inspired to sculpt their bodies to perfection in friendly competition and mutual assistance. Upper classman maintained that attitude through weekly refreshers. Thus, the view on Topless Tuesday was stupendous; just what a mature man like Zack needed for job-related libido maintenance. Yesterday had been filled with face to face sit downs between candidates and Coach Tutors, going over the extensive applications, background checks and previous interviews. It was a casual, yet crucial get-to-know you ice-breaker between the stolid Coach Tutors and bubbly transferees, laying the groundwork for the remaining week's proceedings. After this week, the candidates travelled to the TWA campus facilities and would be submerged immediately in the intensive carnal curriculum. The lectures and practical exercises were dedicated to perfecting their sexual talents, bodies and souls. Hesitation was intolerable. Yet despite the typical sophistication of the incoming group, Zack had been forewarned about a bothersome circumstance. One transferee was still a virgin. Vivienne was a tall redheaded sophomore with a breath-taking body but suffocating inhibitions. Vienne was no stranger to sex; her hands, cleavage and mouth had propelled copious amounts of ejaculate from her ardent boyfriends. But her hymen was still intact and her immaculate womb unsullied by the torrent of male nectar she had hitherto only guzzled. She openly admitted her virginal state. At TWA, Vivienne must acquiesce promptly to every lesson delivered, including vaginal penetration by engorged pricks or engineered probes. The drill schedule commenced immediately upon arrival. It would be in Vivienne's best interests to correct her incongruity before travelling to the Total Woman Academy. Zack was assigned the burden of gently remedying the situation. Zack watched Vivienne saunter along the pool, her uncovered breasts springing to her cadence. The morning sun was gentle on her pale freckled skin. Their rendezvous in her room was scheduled for later this morning. Someone had to be her first; Zack had used his seniority to pull rank. He would share Vivienne's once in a lifetime moment as she passed from young lady to young woman. But he wanted the transition to be gentle and special for her, not just a hurried humpty hump by an over-aroused male. Meanwhile, he watched the other envious Coach Tutors follow Vivienne's jaunt across the pool deck. Vivienne turned down the path to her bungalow. Zack rousted himself out of the chaise lounge and casually paced a lap around the pool deck to gather attention. Then he coolly entered the same path to Vivienne's room, smirking as he imagined the other Coach Tutors' laser beams of jealousy ricocheting off his back. Vivienne opened the door as Zack arrived and led him to the bed. She wore only her pastel green thong. Pausing briefly, she wrangled with the knotted side tie, emitting mild frustration at its obstinacy. Zack stilled her action with a soft word and gentle touch. "There's no rush. We have plenty of time." Zack motioned Vivienne next to the cushioned divan across the room. Sitting, he drew her into a sidesaddle snuggle and leaned her head on his shoulder. He caressed the red tresses over her outside ear and kissed her forehead. Vivienne gave a shiver. Zack grew paternal. "Are you okay?" Vivienne's voice quavered as she dipped her head. "Will it hurt?" "Maybe... probably... a little... at first..." Zack hugged her arm closer. "But all the young ladies who have gone before you have found it worthwhile. The short discomfort soon disappears and their lives blossom into a world of untold pleasure." He felt Vivienne relax into his embrace as he looked her over. Her firm round breasts were lightly freckled, the nipples conical and a deep rose color. Her exposed belly was trim and smooth and the thong cut very low. Her warm ass was cushy against his hips and thighs. One tit stood proud but the other was squashed against his sternum. It shaped her compressed cleavage into that useful tunnel that boys she liked had used liberally. Zack used a thumb pad to circle the exposed nipple. He had a notion. "Do you use makeup here?" "Sometimes... but not today. I was going to the pool and I was in a hurry and I forgot..." "Shhh... shhh... it's okay." Zack's finger quietened her lips. "When you get to the Academy there will be many lessons on the proper style and application of makeup... here... here... and here." Zack touched Vivienne's lips again... and then the nipple... and then the panty covered pussy. His finger lingered and pressed the soft cameltoe. "Do you shave here?" "Of course" was Vivienne's whispered reply. 'Doesn't everyone?' she thought. Zack moved his hand inside her thong and palmed her smooth soft vulva. He wiggled a finger along the cunt lips, not penetrating her hole. He tipped down, first kissing her nipple, then suckling it. Vivienne held Zack's head to her breast to encourage the dual intimate contacts. Her reflective contact showed a small but essential change in Vivienne's attitude. Vienne rolled her boob against his lips. Zack approved. Vivienne's hand shuffled to Zack's erection trapped between her hip and his belly. She rubbed her thumb and finger on the shiny stretched skin. She slid a finger pad across the slit and found the wet pre-ejaculate that was preparing Zack for the coming action. Zack spent some time on his stimulus chores. He wanted Vivienne to get beyond her compulsory acceptance of his presence and look ahead to their impending sexual conjunction. Her cunt was becoming oily in Zack's hand, signaling her arousal. Zack fiddled with the thong's side ties. The loosened panties unraveled. Vivienne hugged his neck and elevated her butt to assist with the removal. She was now completely naked. Zack checked her emotional status. "Ready to try?" he inquired in her ear. Vivienne kissed his cheek as she nodded. Zack lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bed. Vivienne lay with her knees bowed open; Zack kneeled between them. His erection was stiff and standing tall. Vivienne gauged the size. Her eyes widened and darted from Zack's face to his cock and back again. Zack caught the worried looks and leaned in on all fours to place his face close to hers, blocking her view of his tumescent prick. "It's alright... alright... we have time..." as he pecked her lips, assuring her that he wouldn't go too fast. She gentled at his words and touch. "I think you should place my knob at your nether lips. It will help you get a sense of control and ease your fear of the unknown." Vivienne fumbled blindly between her legs, found Zack's penile tool and levered it to her entrance as he shuffled his hips into alignment. She drew her hand out and Zack moved to the next step on the virgin's to-do lidt. "Take a good deep breath; then hug my neck. Brace your heels on the mattress. My first probe will be just a starter so you will have the chance to stretch and ease the strain." Zack pressed against Vivienne and maintained the pressure. An inch slid in. He backed out to daub her vaginal oils on her cunt lips with his cock tip. "How does that feel? Nice? A wet tickle on your pussy lips?" Vivienne murmured her agreement. Zack pressed again, sinking deeper this time, half the shaft. A quarter back out then push in again. Zack felt her membrane blocking his way. He diddled short strokes to spread liberal lubrication. "It's time, my sweetness. Take another deep breath and hug me tight." Vivienne inhaled and held, clasped Zack in a bear-hug and clenched her mouth. Zack pressed, then pressed harder and then bucked his hips. The next hard push slid in to the sound of a sharp murmur from Vivienne. She cried an exhale, inhaled quickly and held her breath again. Zack pushed until he was as far as he could go, pubic bones colliding. He rested there, allowing Vivienne's torqued tissues to expand and stretch, accommodating to their bulky intruder. Vivienne panted freely now, her breath-holding coping strategy had been unsustainable. Zack let Vivienne come down to a moderate respiration. Vivienne's warm wetness felt great on Zack's cock; for a first timer, it was better than he hoped for. He leaned up to watch her face for signs of readiness. He flexed his buried cock muscle a few times until Vivienne gave an 'Ohh' telling Zack that she had finally felt it. Zack flexed again to confirm Vivienne's vaginal tube nerves were over the initial shock and back in action. Once more and the 'Ohh' was accompanied by Vivienne's eyes widening and a loving hand fondly caressing his chest hairs. Even though Vivienne's nerves had rekindled, both partners knew that her unease wouldn't allow her to join Zack in orgasm. Vivienne knew about orgasms from ordinary self-masturbation and considerate oral help from her boyfriends. Zack knew that Vivienne had just entered a new world abounding with impulsive opportunities to generate and enjoy many more. Delicious sweet spasms would pack her life with pleasure hereafter. Zack was content that he had performed his consigned professional responsibilities to TWA and Vivienne. He had burst her hymen and made her a woman. However, he was now physically aroused and he couldn't linger in this state. He needed to maintain his own sexual welfare and complete nature's prescribed copulation cycle. "Did you feel my cock throb inside? Was it good? Okay... that means you're ready for my prick to work its further magic for us. It's time for me to go the distance." Zack put his hands behind Vivienne's shoulder blades and crushed her tits to his chest. Her burgundy tresses shrouded Zack's lips; he issued a hushed warning in Vivienne's ear. "Hold on, this could get bumpy... Brace yourself..." Zack's hips flexed and he commenced dragging his knob and corona to and fro, all along her tight warm flesh tube. At first, he thrust slowly. Zack methodically employed little sideways hip slides, varying the pressure on his penile membranes. He sped up deliberately to make the sensations build. His cock tingled. Vivienne lay quiescent other than an occasional reflexive clench of her toned thighs against his gyrating hips. Zack could only imagine the thoughts and emotions racing through Vivienne's head and heart at these new feelings. Zack was creating his own good vibes by churning his cock inside Vivienne's freshly attained womanhood. This coitus session wasn't going to be a drawn out process. Vivienne was feeling a heat build within her as she quivered beneath the thrusting male. As Zack's own heat built, he slid his hands downward, gripping handfuls of Vivienne's fantastic ass cheeks, using them as handles to brace her body as his hips pummeled harder. In due course, Zack accomplished the second of his goals for the morning. He reared up and cried out, sullying Vivienne's immaculate womb with a copious torrent of the male nectar that she had hitherto only guzzled or spread as skin balm. When Vivienne sensed the warm shots striking her interior membranes, she drew in an 'Ohh', and then exhaled a joyful murmur of achievement, stroking and squeezing the hard pulsing appendage of the man wedged inside her. After the half dozen strong pulses faded, Zack laid his full weight upon Vivienne comforting body, panting back to life after his gratifying spends. In the bathtub, Zack helped Vivienne douche and checked her for chafes or abrasions. Finding none, he showered with her, soothing her skin with bath emollients. Vivienne's mood gradually brightened; her anxiety about confronting the once in a lifetime event melted away. She even became playful, splashing and splatting Zack with a wet sponge. She had survived the dreaded moment and her propitious future was unfolding around her. Zack paraded Vivienne hand in hand back to the pool deck. There wasn't much to say before parting; Vivienne drew away with a hand slide as she left Zack to find the Symposium Matron and ascertain her next scheduled session. Zack watched her thong-wilting ass sashay away. After several paces, Vivienne peeked back over her shoulder to see if Zack was still watching, giving him a last look at her still blushing face cheeks as she winked a smile. Zack found his poolside chaise lounge and settled in. Vivienne finished her walk to the Matron with a skip in her step that added a man-magnet bounce to her boobs. The watching Coach Tutors ached to be next on the redhead's roster. She joined the giggling gaggle of girls around the Matron who welcomed Vivienne to the group. The Matron consulted her clipboard roster and beckoned Vivienne to follow her. She led Vivienne to a lounging Coach Tutor who saw them coming but distained to stand at their approach. Zack vaguely knew him as Karl, a Coach Tutor with a proclivity for rough play. Zack couldn't make out the quiet introductions but when smiling Vivienne leaned in to extend her hand in greeting, her tantalizing tits drooped forward. Karl reached up and pinched hard on her nipple. Vivienne yelped, careened back but quickly regained her composure as she cupped the sore boob. Zack half started from his lounge, then settled back down. He watched Karl pop up and haul Vivienne brusquely off to his Coaching Tune-up Suite. Karl would devote the remaining day and night to deeply evaluating Vivienne's gifted oral, mammary and manual adroitness as well as her newly accessible vaginal splendors. Zack rationalized his anger away. Vivienne was a remarkable and charming young woman. Zack had just shared a special chapter in her journey to adulthood. But in the end, it was a professional encounter. Vivienne had chosen this route to prosperity with open eyes. She would ascend to the top of eminent society. Along the way, she would experience all kinds of intimate scenarios. Karl was going to subject her to an early sample of the darker ones. Zack was mulling over his recent excessive gentleness. Most of the week remained and he must regain his centrist viewpoint quickly. Karl wasn't the only one capable of dark scenarios. Zack should let his mood pendulum swing all the way over to the 'rough' side tonight and let it settle back to proper central balance tomorrow. He spied the Matron coming his way trailed by a topless bit of tasty female flesh. The pretty blond looked a bit smug; boys had always catered to her wishes. Zack would reverse that attitude starting now. For the rest of the day and night, the supple fresh-faced maiden would become the writhing receptacle into which Zack would drive his hardness until he expelled the last dregs of his 'softness' angst. Zack lay back and rudely avoided standing at their approach. He hoped the gullible girl would lean in with extended hand and dangling tit during the introductions. Zack was smug himself; he foresaw a painful nipple pinch coming on... Total Woman Zodiac 07 Zack stood before the familiar building with its promise emblazoned on the façade: Balance of Life Restoration Center. The therapists and patrons enjoyed a variety of physical and holistic regimens. This was one of his favorite annual Zodiac assignments. The assortment of past evaluation assessments had never failed to amaze him. The pert receptionist escorted Zack to Libby's office. Libby, as Director, served as the Zodiac's guide hostess throughout the weekend. They caught up on old news and future plans. The Center had opened a new residential wing and Zack would be afforded one of the finer suites during his visit. They had added a few other features since last year: a beauty spa and indoor swimming pool. Libby led Zack out into the main buildings for his requisite orientation and assignment discovery tour. The yoga room was first. As they entered, Zack's watch bussed, signaling the presence of his evaluation assessment assignment. The room was hot, the bodies sweaty. The occupants were finishing up an hour long Bikram sequence. He looked closely for the glowing ring but no one was wearing jewelry. The ring was probably stored with their clothes in close by lockers. The current pose was Down Dog. Eight nude practitioners were supported on hands and feet, eight toned asses elevated high. Zack surveyed the eight pink pussies arrayed before him. Any one of them would be a delight to investigate. The pose changed to tree. Each female righted herself and stood on one leg, folding the other to rest its foot on the opposite thigh. This was a balance pose, strengthening the secondary stability muscles. Zack walked a circuit around the room, viewing the nude woman as they built balance into their physiques. This and other poses strengthened the core muscles. It gave them critical resilience and control during coitus, allowing them to intensify their sexual performance. Libby saw Zack's keen interest. She smiled knowingly but withheld which splendid female was his anonymous assignment. She wanted Zack unsuspecting when the yoga enthusiast's flexible undulating sensations thrilled his cock. They stayed for the final activity, the resting pose. The female instructor let Zack assist with diffusing fragrant emollients into the resting participants' thighs, arms and temples. Zack mischievously rubbed the calming relaxants all over their tits and pussies instead. There were no objections from the snickering limber women. The Dancercise Gym was next. Today's routine was Zumba. The ten women were totally engrossed in the music and motion. Spandex covered butts and boobs bounced to the rhythm. Arms pumped and swung; feet hopped and beat the floor. Zack's watch activated again and he saw several dancers wearing Zodiac rings. But the wild motions prevented him from spying which ring was glowing. Libby knew Zack would be blessed to test any of these fit energetic women. A less robust but equally challenging art form occurred in the ballet and modern dance studio. Ballet stretches are performed at the horizontal bar with high leg poses and dips. Soft dance slippers were mandatory but other garb was prohibited. The mirrors winked pink flashes as poses exposed cunts and wobbled the array of breast borne nipples. The swimming pool was fun; swim suits were forbidden. Libby encouraged Zack to strip down and join in the scrimmage water polo game. Zack jumped in but ignored the polo ball. For the next half hour he grabbed wet asses, dunked heads and bobbed for titties among the playful athletes. The nubile water nymphs distracted him with furtive grabs at his flaccid dick. Libby bypassed the weight room. It was sparingly used; occasionally for physical therapy of sports injuries. Likewise the treadmills and other solo exercise machines were ditched for more emotionally rewarding group activities. The tour kept the less strenuous venues for last. Libby led Zack to the new beauty spa. The wholesome females started their post workout exit preparations by removing the residue of their aerobic and anaerobic exercises. Saunas and showers were followed by douches and body balms. Zack joined the two professional stylists as they taught their pupils the secrets of applying tinctures and fragrances that accentuated nails, faces and feminine erogenous zones. The effects were stunning and beguiling to the gullible males that the women sought to encounter in their business and social lives. Finally, there was the Meditation Room. The ambiance included mooted lights, flute tunes and vaporous incense. Women were seated lotus style, heads draped by loose translucent veils and their hands clasped in front of their breasts. They mustered their inner peace before crashing once again into the cutthroat dating world outside. These pragmatic women exited each workout regimen after achieving their continuing Balance of Life Restoration. They were preened, body and soul, to perfection. Now they would use sight, scent and sexuality to further their lifestyles and fortunes. They were prime female flesh stalking the ideal mate; ready to consummate the powerful male's conscious and unconscious whims and fantasies on demand. It was Zack's duty to check the Center's quality of service by thorough and assertive evaluation of the finished products. The facility tour was complete and Libby guided Zack to his residential accommodations for the weekend. Zack was puzzled. His watch had alerted him that his assignments were present at the various restoration activities but he couldn't identify which specific ones. Libby set his mind at ease. "Zack, darling, let me worry about schedules. You concentrate on meeting your obligations to TWA and the Zodiac team. I will deliver your Zodiac assignees in due course." Libby guided Zack to a padded wooden arm chair in the center of the suite, his initial position for the evaluation assessments. He disrobed and sat naked as Libby carried on with her duties to Zack, TWA and the Zodiac team. "As you saw, the Center's female clients spend a lot of time and energy honing their bodies and minds. Much of that work is directed towards enhancing the physical gratification of themselves and their fuck-mates. A good Zodiac explores the assignment's full range of talents. Men are aroused most readily by visual stimuli. But denying sight intensifies the other senses. I think you will find the orgasms much more intense if you are blindfolded." Zack was always agreeable to more intense orgasms. Libby produced a velvet cloth blindfold and arranged it across Zack's eyes. He immediately noticed obscure sounds and scents in the room. Libby moved about adjusting this and that before buzzing his ear and whispering "Enjoy...'. The door closed behind her. Zack heard breathing in the room, more than one person. The movement of air against his skin told him that they were moving around him. He heard their soft footsteps on the carpet. He sensed a body's radiated warmth in front of him. Her hands induced his knees apart as she knelt between them. Her hands relocated to touch his flaccid manhood. Fingers grazed the knob and shaft, prompting the sought after swelling. A flesh ring of thumb and finger lazed up and down the expanding flesh. It got stiff in the female's clasp. A grainy wet tongue traced a path from balls to tip, repeating the slow move over and over. Zack was standing fully erect and ready. Zack smelled citrus as a rubbery bulge brushed his right cheek. He turned and tasted tangerine when it pressed his lips. He kissed and suckled the proffered nipple. The owner withdrew the tasty treat as another tit grazed his left cheek. The suppleness was the same but the flavor was cherry. He let go of the chair arms in order to fondle the gifts. Small hands insisted that he retain his chair grip. Zack complied. He felt three breathes on his erogenous zones. A pair of lips enclosed his prick as two other pairs kissed his nipples. Their moans competed with Zack's murmurs for attention. The girls worked Zack to a height but not a summit. He was wired tight when they backed off the oral caresses. Hands closed his knees and a pair of legs straddled his thighs. Hands pulled his head in for a deep kiss as she hugged his neck. She scrunched forward, touching groin to groin and tits to chest. Her moist vulva slithered up and down his shaft, transferring lubricant. Zack disobeyed the no-hand rules and cupped her ass cheeks. He regulated her cunt on cock movements until a high stroke placed her genital opening above his wetted knob. Zack gripped her ass and plunged her down on his staff. Zack and the girl groaned in unison. They collaborated on a balanced pace that pleased them both. The girl galloped her chin on Zack's scalp as she hugged his head to her scampering tits. The shapely twins jumped and bumped against his face. The conjoined fuck-mates' issued shriller cries. At the peak, Zack pressed her ass down hard and his spumes of sperm splashed her heated womb. Libby was correct; Zack rode out a very intense orgasm. Zack descended from the passionate pinnacle to feel his partner huddled in his arms and still saddled up. There was movement alongside the chair as hands assisted the pair to disentangle. Someone fidgeted with the blindfold and Zack's eyes clenched against the sudden brightness. Recovering his sight, he was faced by three naked blonde women. Their fit bodies were trim and toned. He recognized them from the various exercise venues. One was a yoga girl. He remembered her squirming about as he coated her tits and cunt with the fragrant body lotion. Another was a swimmer. He had played with all the naked anatomies during the water game but she had been his favorite and spritely returned his attention. The third female was truly a woman, slightly older and more fulsome than her colleagues. Zack had given her feminine zones extra time and care during the beauty spa preening. Each wore a glowing Zodiac ring. The mystery was solved; these were Zack's evaluation assessment assignments for the weekend. "Okay, whose cunt did I just fuck?" he demanded. The youngest and most nubile lady gingerly raised her hand as her flushed smiling face peered beneath her bangs. Zack saw that her Venus Mont was a rosy blush from its recent pounding on his prick. That was one subject tested and two to go for this first round of evaluations. His attention was drawn to a harness contraption above his chair. It was a basket shaped collection of straps suspended by a bungee cord. Zack was familiar with the concept but basket sex had many variations: seated, standing, doggy, oral... so many positions to choose from. He slapped the bundle and it swayed above his head. The girls watched and waited. Zack pushed his chair back and the two girls jumped to relocate it away from the swing. Fate therein told Zack that the third female, the older one, would be his dangled mate. He motioned her forward. Zack and the two assistants spent a few moments getting the third flexible female buckled in. Her hands held the belts and her legs were spread wide by the configuration. The harness had gimbals that allowed the trussed female to be rotated and twisted to any air borne position. The bungee suspension made for easy height adjustments. Zack started with her head. He clasped her hair and pulled her lips to his erection as he plowed into her mouth. He waggled the floating woman as he used her plush lips to masturbate his cock. The deeper thrusts clogged her throat. She was conflicted between using her hands to hold onto the harness or push back on Zack's hips. In the end, she trusted him not to suffocate her and endured his timing while holding the belts. Zack pulled back and spun her 180. Facing away, she felt Zack's cock probe her cunt from behind. He found her vaginal opening and diddled her there. A few firmer pushes seated him and he long-stroked his cock inside her. That sequence went well as the harness allowed unrestrained motions. Finally, Zack lay on the floor and pulled her groin down to his. The other girls assisted with the alignment and fitted their doubled up friend onto Zack's vertical man hub. Holding down against the elastic cord, the giggling assistants swiveled the speared cunt on Zack's erection. He closed his eyes to focus his senses on his pussy embedded cock. Rotary stimulation is rare and exhilarating. The girls monitored his expressions and stopped the motion just as Zack let loose and further lubricated her oily nook with his essence. Even the buildup tour could not turn two quick spends into three. Zack needed time to refract. The two analyzed women departed after a farewell cacophony of hugs, cuddles and kisses. The third girl, the spirited swimmer, remained. They talked, joked, nuzzled and caressed until nightfall by which time Zack had recovered his verve. During the sleepless night, the lithe swimmer athlete suckled his cock, his nipples and his tongue while Zack explored her feminine orifices with his fingers and sensitized prick. Dawn found them exhausted but satisfied. Zack spent the following days dividing his time fairly among his assignees. Their thorough evaluation assessments assured him that the Balance of Life Recovery Center was continuing its mission to the Total Woman Academy. In addition, the Center was anonymously fulfilling its civic duty to the elite Alpha males of San Francisco. The clandestine collection of first-class female flesh stealthily consummated the men's conscious and unconscious whims and fantasies... on demand. Total Woman Zodiac 08 Zack emerged from the TWA corporate limousine at the exclusive Scorpion Desert Resort and Convention Center. The fancy marquis over the entrance simply announced a private, invitation-only fashion show would close the facility to others for the weekend. Zack had arrived at the biggest private fashion event of the year: the Annual TWA Fetish Fashion Show. As a TWA Zodiac, Zack had pageant management responsibilities. He would be the Master of Ceremonies and the Emeritus Guest Tutor, charged with maximizing the erotic effects of dress, makeup and demeanor for the TWA graduate models that would strut the runway. The Fetish Fashion Show served as a TWA Pledge Contributor Special Request venue and fund raising event. The girls were attired in specific fetish costumes indulging the judges' anonymous pre-determined requests. For added fun, the judges tried to hide whether they were energized by a particular model's display and the runway performers tried to determine which judge was their pre-assigned fetish admirer. The game practiced the valuable talent of covering one's emotions while unmasking their rivals. Sophie was waiting for Zack in the atrium lobby. She was Zack's assigned weekend hostess and assistant. She pecked his cheek, hugged his arm and escorted him straight away to the fetish models' dressing room. The ten TWA graduates were helping each other prep for their roles. They paused when Zack entered and stood attentively while Sophie promenaded Zack around the room, presenting each participant. They were in various stages of dress, mostly naked. They buzzed around the makeup stations, borrowing cosmetics and applying body and face makeup, spritzing perfumes and comparing jewelry. Various fetish costumes hung on racks at center room. There were the usual collection of school girl and French maid uniforms, sequined evening gowns and bondage classics. After the round of introductions, Zack browsed the mirrored makeup stations, giving advice on the girls' choices of preening colors and tones. He considerately helped smooth lotions over supple tits and asses. He stepped in to daub his color choice here and there, particularly the women's all-important erogenous areas. An indecisive model had tried two different shades on her nipples and wanted Zack's advice on which was better for her skin tone. Zack preferred the darker hue and, applying the rouge himself, showed her how to look even better by cosmetically enlarging her areolas. Zack knew intimately the application of these special TWA-designed concoctions which had been formulated and tested under rigorous conditions. The emollients were melded with sensory flavors and spices guaranteed to enrich the gratification of the TWA graduates and their sex-mates. Zack reveled in the uninhibited access, stroking the fine bristled brushes and pencils over the models' facial and vaginal orifices. He was clever at fostering greater core heat in his already excited minions. With their naked loveliness perfected, Zack supervised the dressing, fine-tuning straps and flaps to coyly peep the underlying excellence. The women embraced Zack's assistance, striving to improve their poise and garner flattery from the prestigious judges. The order of onstage presentations acknowledged seniority, repeat participants going first when the pool of options was greatest. Annual repetitions made the more experienced models quicker at catching a delicate loosening of bowtie or overly confining crotch space. The veterans became better at guessing which judge was most aroused by their exposition. Following their best conjecture, Zack would reveal the true pre-determined pairing and that couple departed forthwith for their after-show rendezvous and the Pledge Contributors' requisite fantasy fulfillments. As the show processed, the pool of judges became smaller, easing the matchup challenge for the newer models. Zack preceded the line of beauties as they clacked their high heels down the corridor to the side stage. The congregated Pledge Contributors were settled in cushioned lounges arrayed semi-circle around the elevated runway. Scantily clad waitresses served up cool drinks and hot winks. The festive mood belied the whimsical gravitas of the risqué competition. Zack gave a last tune-up to Abby, the first model in line. She was dressed in a lady's black tuxedo: spike heels, dark hose, satin booty shorts, sheer white blouse and unbuttoned topcoat. Her straight blond bangs were trimmed below her eyebrows, dark eye shadow surmounting her deep brown eyes. Zack reached inside the open coat flaps, palming Abby's hefty braless tits through the silky shirt. He bounced the full masses in his hands and then pulled them forward, forcing her into a horizontal bend. He rocked the pendulous flesh back and forth and then ordered Abby to shimmy. The model complied, smiling as she enjoyed the feel of her hardened nipples grazing inside the fitted shirt. Zack was satisfied that Abby's full breasts bobbed and swayed appropriately beneath the veiling material. Zack's last minute boob handling clued Abby that her mysterious male craved her big tits in waggling motion. Abby resolved to use hard struts with swift turns during her exhibition and watch for the judge most enthralled by her tempting jiggles. Zack lined up the tuxedoed lady and propelled her on stage with an unexpected ass push. Abby nearly stumbled and it shook her body. Her movement sent fluid ripples across her chest, giving the judges their first wobbly notion of Abby's shrouded but unrestrained breasts. The model recovered her stride but kept the tit twitters going. She strutted the length of the stage and back, giving a forward show of her covert tit wattles and a retiring show of her booty wiggle. Abby rambled the stage edge, giving each judge her transient attention as she enticed them each in turn with her body in motion. The first coy round was unsuccessful in eliciting a distinctive sign from any one judge. Abby upped the ante and unbuttoned her blouse to her waist before starting her next round of individual displays. The model shimmied and swayed, letting her highlighted nipples peek-a-boo through the gap as they rolled beneath the open panels. One judge finally coughed and wiggled in his seat, adjusting his crotch. Gotcha! Abby stopped and pointed a manicured index finger towards the man. "I think I am your fantasy request. Am I correct?" The balding gentleman's entire head blushed from neck to ears to bald pate. He smiled shyly and nodded his acknowledgement of her acute perception. Zack came onstage carrying a sealed ivory envelope. He tore it open, read the inscription and announced that the model's deduction was indeed correct. Abby stayed facing her admiring male as Zack reached around her and unzipped her booty shorts. He dragged them down and off as Abby trotted her panty-hosed legs, her jostling tits pushing aside the loose hanging blouse panels, fully exposing her big pink capped mounds. The dusky panty hose accentuated rather than concealed Abby's finely tuned ass and her conspicuous cameltoe. The model slinked off the stage to the enthralled older gentleman and carefully settled her warm butt sidesaddle into his lap. Abby leaned her exposed boob into his chest as her ruby lips breathed greetings in his ear. "Pleased to meet you, sir. My name's Abby" "Abby. What a lovely name for such a lovely girl. Please call me Willy." Abby wrapped Willy's arm around her waist, cupping his hand against her nylon only sheathed ass cheek. She burrowed his other hand inside her open top. Willy's palm brushed her nipple. His hand was warm with excitement. Abby liked the touch even better than the cool silky rubs her nipples had enjoyed while she shook them onstage. Willy's warmth activated the camphor laced nipple rouge that Zack had used to enlarge her disks. They tingled in Willy's grasp. Abby cooed in his ear, tongued and sucked on Willy's earlobe, encouraging his caresses "Willy, that feels good. I hope you like doing that because these fun-bags are your special toys for the weekend." Willy strummed his thumb across Abby's erect nub and heard her sigh of delight. He inhaled her fragrant hair perfume as he tilted in and rubbed his face to hers, cheek to cheek. His hand trailed off her boob and down to her vulva, two fingers pressing and rubbing the pliant cameltoe through the lightweight pantyhose. Abby's warm cunt lips rolled beneath his touch. She rocked her groin against Willy's hand, assisting in the intimate caress. The passion fueled model offered promising words of coming delights, accented by a tongue dip into Willy's ear. "That's your private playground as well. All of me, in fact. I want to be your fantasy companion in any way you want me to be." Willy's whole body was aglow with anticipation. He resumed a leisurely kneading of her boob. Abby was ready to get the next act in this weekend playdate started. "Willy, darling, I think it's your bedtime; not that you will getting much sleep. I hope you won't mind." Willy signaled his concurrence with dreamy autonomic clenches on her ass and boob. With Willy's preliminary playmate orientation complete, Abby broke their spell, rising and drawing her elder admirer to his feet. She led Willy down the exit isle toward their allotted hotel comfort suite. The others threw friendly catcalls after them, promising to keep the paramedics on alert should the old man overdo it. Zack returned side stage to present the next feminine contestant. Beatrice was swathed in a flowing sequined gown. The ensemble was composed of many thin overlying layers. Beatrice flowed onstage and moved gracefully along the edge, pausing before each judge to remove a single veil for drawn out dramatic effect. She took time to slowly reveal her body, veil by veil until only one scrap of transparent film remained. It draped to her groin from attachments at her nipple rings. Beatrice had been unable to perceive which judge was hers. She hazarded a guess which turned out to be wrong. Zack good naturedly smacked her bare ass once in mock reproach before Beatrice descended the stairs to join her weekend sex partner. They departed immediately for their comfort suite. Connie was next, trussed into a tit-shelving leather bustier. Dozens of tethered pink balloons were attached to rings sewn into the tightly clinching waistband. Some held ordinary air and draped her hips and legs. The others were helium filled and bobbed upward to conceal Connie's upper torso. She strode halfway down the runway, the breeze parting the pink bulbs to flash exposed skin. Connie stopped before the first judge and let the collection of latex bubbles stabilize. Then she unfastened one balloon which fell way. She took two slow ceremonial steps to advance in front of the next judge and loosed a balloon that floated to the ceiling. More ceremonial steps led to more balloons released. Connie proceeded in turn back and forth along the line of judges, letting balloons escape as her corseted nakedness was exposed between the growing gaps in her inflated coverings. The last balloon floated away and Connie stood hands on hips surveying the judges that were surveying her. Connie spied one man tapping an impatient toe; she stepped boldly before him and pointed. "I think I am your fantasy request. Am I correct?" Zack brought the sealed envelope onstage and endorsed Connie's selection. The gentleman judge lent a hand to his topless weekend mate as she descended the stairs. Never releasing his hold, he gave in to his growing impatience as he towed her quickly down the exit aisle towards their comfort suite. The fourth and fifth contestants were a duo act. Deidre was encased in a shiny black latex Dominatrix jump suit. Her legs were tucked into knee high black riding boots. Large openings were cut in the full body suit exposing tits and groin. Deidre stepped boldly down the runway. She held a silver chain leash attached to the trailing model's leather collar. Elena was blindfolded with a soft satin cloth. A midriff length russet cloak covered her upper form and her matching full skirt hid all but her high heels protruding below its hem. Deidre pulled Elena to stand center stage. Elena held her head high, her unseen eyes seemingly focused on the back of the theater. Deidre circled her performance partner and then undid the single button fastening the cloak at Elena's neck. She swept it dramatically away, displaying Elena's underlying O-dress. Her wrists were cuffed behind and the posture presented her uncovered breasts above the shelving bodice. Deidre parted the overlapping skirt panels, exposing Elena's shaved and makeup enhanced lower lips. Deidre hooked the skirt flaps aside at Elena's waist. With Elena's vision unavailable, it was up to Deidre to find Elena's undisclosed paramour. She repositioned Elena to give full display of her feminine charms for the perusal of the admiring men. She pulled Elena into a taller stance and rapped her feet, signaling Elena to pose with bolder exposure of her rosy cunt and nipples. Elena submitted stoically to the rearrangements, aware that a partially disrobed female provoked greater desire in her selected Alpha male. Deidre scanned the diminishing panel of judges. Each man was wearing his poker face, denying Deidre clues to which one most desired Elena. Despite their steady control, one man had a white knuckle grip on his armrests. Gotcha! Deidre rounded an animated arm swing until her finger pointed him out. "I think this submissive slave is your fantasy request. Am I right?" The tense man maintained his facial control and refused to answer back. Zack came onstage and the envelope revealed the truth. Deidre was correct. The man gamely mounted the stage, his broad shoulders and narrow waist portending his muscular physique beneath the tailored tuxedo. The man seized Elena's leash as Deidre held it out to him. He wrapped the chain in his hand, drawing Elena in, leaning down so his face was close to Elena's ear. She smelled his pungent cologne. Deidre couldn't hear the man's growled command but Elena did. Her expression stiffened momentarily and then relaxed in acquiescence to her status in the coming scenario. The tall, strong man gently but firmly guided his trussed and consenting prize down the steps and onward to his waiting lair. Deidre felt envy ripple through her tingling core. If this man coveted submissive women, next year Deidre would demand to be the O fantasy. Meanwhile, Deidre had no further need to illustrate her fantasy character. Her commanding demeanor and dress was her shtick. She scanned the lustful stares until she found one smaller gentleman intently examining his shoe laces. Deidre descended the stage and stood over him as she boomed her command. "Arise, worm! Look at me! I think I am your fantasy request. Am I correct?" The diminutive man stumbled to his feet. "Yes, Mistress" he murmured. "Guide me to your room where I will teach you proper erotic etiquette." Deidre firmly clutched his arm in a boob hug and marched him from the auditorium. Zack positioned an empty kiddy pool at center stage front. The next contestant, Mandy, paced barefoot down the runway. She sported a skin tight swim maillot with an intricate tropical floral print. The colorful suit barely constrained her bobbling tits with their prominent nipple pokies. The suit's thinness further highlighted her puffy cameltoe. Mandy bent down to retrieve a water spray bottle and her tits swayed as if the suit were nothing at all. The mammary twins jostled and settled as she righted herself. Mandy pointed the sprayer at her chest and spritzed a few streams. The colorful pattern melted on her boob and rivulets of color dribbled down her abdomen, revealing that the suit was merely body paint. Further sprays removed tincture from her other tit. She twisted her body and dissolved some paint on her ass. Mandy continued the fluid attack on her make-believe swimwear until only trickles of multi-color smears oozed down her legs. Splotched but exposed, she was a prime example of desirable feminine flesh. It had taken hours for Mandy and her assistants to hand paint the intricate floral decorations on her skin. It had taken only minutes sluice it away for the rapt audience. But the artistic feat was worth it. No expense of time or money should be spared to please these wealthy patrons. Their sensual amusement was the primary goal. Mandy knew her secret fantasizer was happiest when indulging his preference for wet sex. He had requested a melting swimsuit when he had booked the expensive penthouse suite with its adjoining rooftop pool. Mandy hoped to be worn out in the morning after lots of late night skinny dipping and in-pool fucking. Before Mandy could collect her thoughts and surmise which was her aqua man, a blond Adonis gentleman jumped up and approached the stage. He lent Mandy a hand as she stepped down the stairs and then led his barefoot fantasy to their waiting watery playground. The remaining four gentlemen turned their attention to Roselyn as she pranced onstage. The hem of her sassy skirt flirted with her trim ass. The tight belly cropped teeshirt failed to conceal her nosecone boobs cavorting beneath. She pirouetted her athletic body, used the convenient brass pole to show off inverted fireman slides and performed other classic lounge stripper routines. In the process, Roselyn tossed off her shirt, skirt and thong and they landed forgotten on the stage. Her stripper routine was less exotic than the previous performances but got one audience member squirming in his seat. He was an easy choice for Roselyn and soon they were headed for his comfort suite. Conveniently, the final three fantasy requests were of the same genre. A trio of Japanese schoolgirls emerged from backstage, gaily chattering as they clutched notebooks to their chests. Suzy, Suki and Soinie twittered together until they arrived at front stage. Setting aside their scholastic props, Suki held Soinie's wrists behind as Suzy removed the spry captive's button down white school blouse. Soinie took her turn pairing with her classmates until they had de-shirted each other. Their lacy bras followed the shirts, exposing modest Oriental mounds with cute little poky nipples. The bouncy skirts were rudely yanked down by the other playmates and tossed aside. Suzy snatched at Suki's thong but Suki resisted. The three giggling girls seized at each other's thongs until they descended into a playful tug-a-war. Shredded scraps of silky fabrics flew from the rolling mass of tits, asses and flailing black hair pigtails. With panties finally removed, the rumpled schoolgirls disentangled and formed an orderly lineup. The facing trios of male and female stared at each other, the schoolmates standing with hands clasped behind their butts. Three pairs of pert nipples with three perfect shaved pussies stood all in a row. Suki took half a step forward, breaking the mesmerizing spectacle and silence. "Does anyone have homework to give us before the class bell rings?" As far as the three mesmerized men were concerned, school was definite out for the day. It was homework time. They scrabbled in unison onto the stage, jostling to claim their favorite. Two of the paramours were totally enamored with Soinie and each refused to give her up. The lustful tussle was quickly resolved. The third gentleman proposed that the three couples meet each day for brunch and redistribute partners. That way everyone's cock would get to savor the diverse textures and talents scattered among the student bodies. A coin toss resolved the immediate impasse. Each man nestled his first assigned scholar in his arms and ran off to the comfort suites. The schoolgirls expected wide-ranging erotic homework exercises. The men were already contemplating their extensive tutoring responsibilities. Total Woman Zodiac 08 Zack and Sophie had observed the performances from offstage and with the ten models busy satisfying their Pledge Contributor's fantasy request, it was time for the stage managers to retire to their own comfort suite and satisfy their own fantasies. ---------------------------------------------- Zack lolled naked in the bed beside an equally naked Sophie. Soon after the door of their suite had closed, the pair had scrambled about, hurriedly doffing their duds. The quick and frantic fuck that followed had relieved Zack's built-up pressure and he was back to his usual stable simmer. She was fondly fingering his semi-erection, attending to his stimulation as she prepared him for another round. Zack used the remote control to scan through the security camera feeds from the other suites. All of the Fantasy Fashion Show participants were thoroughly screened before they received an invitation. But fantasies can mobilize tremendous passions, so some oversight was prudent. It appeared all the fantasy fulfillments were proceeding well. In one comfort suite, Beatrice was seated astride her gentleman's lap. His head was thrown back and Beatrice was fully animated, peppering his face and neck with kisses. She still wore the body constricting leather corset and probably would all weekend. Her unfettered tits flopped above the shelf. The gentleman clutched and spanked her bucking ass as Beatrice galloped on his cunt-entombed erection. They were both panting heavily from the exertions. Abby was lying in bed on her back; old Willy was straddling her stomach. Her hands were holding his hands as they firmly pressed against the side of her tits. Her cleavage formed a soothing tunnel through which Willy plowed his cock. The sound was muted but the smiling man was obviously thrilled by the action. Abby moving lips were apparently mouthing encouragement to the geezer. No doubt the old man would need more time between spurts than his younger comrades but Abby was skilled and willing to assist in any way. Mandy was in the shower with her water loving sex partner. He was energetically soaping and rinsing her wet body, his hands gratuitously kneading her tits and ass during the rubdowns. Zack couldn't tell if this was before or after their first outdoor pool fuck. Either way, Mandy was literally holding up her end of the arrangement, lovingly hand stroking her man's substantial semi-erection beneath the drenching deluge. In another suite, Suzy was well into her scholastic exercises. Zack presumed the excited couple had played another game of dress up and strip off in their comfort suite. A short plaid skirt hung from Suzy's waist as she squatted between her man's seated legs. Her head bobbed on his erection. Her gentleman seemed pleased as he caressed her silky black hair and let Suzy set the pattern and pace. After a few tongue and cheek strokes, she would hold her face hard against his groin, giving swallowing massages to the meat buried in her throat. The pseudo schoolgirl stripper worked hard, expecting to earn an A+ for stamina and creativity. The man's knob and corona were receiving first-class illustrations of Suzy's talented tongue and tonsil textures. Another suite's camera showed one of the Oriental schoolgirls lying on the bed completely submerged beneath the bulky mass of her male companion. Only her legs appeared either side of his broad hips, which were pounding up and down as he drove his solid man-meat deep into her vaginal core. She was banging her heels on his thumping ass in tempo. Elena was still blindfolded and wearing the O dress. She was bent over facing the high mounted camera and her disheveled hair obscured her upturned face with its rounded open mouth in mock anguish. Elena's head and arms were secured in medieval wooden stocks. Her nude muscular partner leaned over her wide spread legs from behind, tweaking her erect nipples as he hammered her cunt with his long hard cock. His perspiration dribbled off his face onto her back, forming a sweat stain on the over tightened rear dress laces. The background showed other wooden restraint devices: beams, crosses and tables waiting with open shackles for their turn in the premeditated bondage agenda. Whips, chains and switches decorated the walls flickering with the fireplace and candle light. Zack set the remote aside and let the security program cycle through the rooms at random. Sophie's dainty manual attention to his prick and the sensual pixel displays combined to get Zack ready for their next more leisurely fuck. Zack rolled Sophie sidesaddle and got in position to nimbly penetrate her groin. For the next hour, he alternated between a series of deep plunges and shallow vaginal probes. Sophie moved her ass in sync until they both experienced the delightful ecstasy of a full body orgasm. Just before dropping off into a doze, Zack concluded that this was turning out to be the best TWA Fetish Fashion Show ever and in his sleep he dreamed of ways to make it even better next year. Total Woman Zodiac 09 Zack was feeling the heat in the desert outside of Las Vegas. He was garbed in traditional paintball battle uniform and accessories: light-weight desert tan camouflage, his safety goggles perched on the brim of his helmet and high laced combat boots. He fingered the grip on his replica military rifle that dispensed embarrassment rather than death. His game-time challengers wore somewhat less and carried no weapons. This would never pass as officially sanctioned warfare training. The secretive clique of female NCOs from nearby Nellis AFB found the clandestine competition amusing. This aerobic workout was their favorite weekend pastime. They would try to elude and evade capture while a guest tutor like Zack hunted them in the rugged desert scrub terrain. The last girl to survive unmarked was declared the winner. Losers were her toadies for the remaining weekend. The triumphant hunter became the focus of the erotic penances. Discarded garb were his trophies and mementos of the fun weekend. The rules were quite simple. If Zack splatted a girl with his paintball gun, she removed the sullied clothing article and returned to the base camp corral to await adjudication at the end of the chase. It was a friendly competition not requiring referees. Terrain boundaries for the contest were respected; they consisted of a few fenced acres near the center of a vast private ranch. Paint splattered clothing provided evidence of hit-or-miss. Cheating got the violator a few months of 'time-out' from the weekly pastime until she decided to play fair. Zack needed three successful shots on the girls to complete the course. The girls wore tight white tank-tops, neon colored gym shorts and running sandals. Zack checked his ammunition supply. He was a good shot but these were wily females. He was allowed to return to base for more ammo but that wasted time. He looked up at the early morning sun, already baking the ground. Water would be the key. Zack checked his watch and signaled the start. The female prey sprinted off. The rough ground absorbed the tread of their footwear. Zack's eyes absorbed the delightful scene of four sets of bouncing butts and boobs. He headed off on a different path towards the water station situated near a high outcrop. That would be his stand. Zack settled in next to the water tank on the rise. Zack stood on top of the small tank and scanned over the 360 view of the countryside. There was movement on all sides. He spied furtive glimpses of neon orange, green, blue and yellow as the girls skittered through brush breaks and leaf openings. The girls were spread out in the broken vegetation rather than clinging to the edges of the game zone. Zack checked his paintball gun again to be sure it was ready. There was a flash on Zack's right as a girl tried to sweep by and grab some water. He swung around and shot from the hip. The flying paintball splattered the back of the retreating quarry as she tried to sprint away. She stopped and removed her stained top, acknowledging her exit from this phase of the game. She grabbed a water bottle and bobbled off to the assembly area. An hour passed without another sighting. Zack stretched his tense muscles and decided to change tactics. Zack slinked in a slow spiral, stalking further from the water tank on the knoll. As he crept through the underbrush, he spied a patch of green neon against the brown on brown backdrop. The girl was crawling on all fours beneath a sagebrush clump, warily watching the water tank knoll as Zack stealthily approached from her 6 o'clock. He aimed and scored a direct on her gym-short covered ass. The girl bounded up at the shock of the impact. Zack grinned wide as he assumed order-arms with his paint rifle. The apprehended female boldly faced Zack as she slid her shorts off her hips and exposed her shaved pussy. Then she walked casually back to join the other losing game player at the assembly area. There were two quarries left and Zack needed to bag one more to finish this part of the game. The sun was high in the sky and Zack tried another scenario. Rather than sneaking about, he would now flush them out like harried rabbits. He began tramping loudly through the underbrush, wandering off the path, stomping out likely hiding places. A sudden burst of sound and color surprised him but he recovered and fired off a quick shot. It flew wide of the running figure. He paused to gather his breath and calmness. Renewed, he turned back to the path. A twig snapped. Zack stopped. At a distance, one young woman was slowly stepping through an opening, moving left to right. Zack took his time, carefully lining up an extreme but doable long shot. He squeezed the trigger. He saw the ball arc out and impact on the side of her cotton covered boob. She yelped and clutched her breasts. Zack pumped his arms in the air to celebrate his third and final trophy of the morning. He walked to her as she stripped off the top. Together, they examined her fleshy chest mass; kneading and turning the soft flesh as they looked for damage. There was none. Zack and his final mark strolled together to the assembly area. ------------------------------------------------------------- The fourth contender had witnessed Zack's final shot and hurried ahead to the assembly area. She was still dressed in her field uniform of top, shorts and shoes; her clothing unmarred. Her survival of Zack's paintballs gave her the honored position of Mistress for the remainder of the weekend. She greeted the hunter escorting his third and final quarry. "Zack, I'm Sarah. I am an Air Police non-com. I am also now your special hostess and the Mistress for the Day over these bitches. Let me put this last one away. Then we will begin the punishment party." She motioned for the topless woman to follow. "Come along, loser." Sarah was good at her military job, trained equally to handle inebriated and unruly enlisted men or testosterone laden, horny officers. That often involved physical restraint, first hands only bodily tactics and then shackles and confinement as necessary. Wrist locks, choke-holds, bondage, jail cells or cages; there were just tools to Sarah. Sarah had already begun the preparations for the next phase of the weekend. The previous two captives were secured in pens in the holding area. Sarah handcuffed the remaining topless female and pushed her into the last vacant cage. The three losers were now ready for Zack and Sarah to dole out their penances. -------------------------------------------------------- Sarah posed Zack before the wire cage containing the first captive. Sarah had handcuffed the girl before placing her topless in her cage. The female squatted in the low cross barred box, her paint splattered tank top hanging above it, signaling that she had been spotted and blotted by Zack during the field portion of the game. She would be the first to service Zack. "Zack, this is Aria. She is an overworked Air Traffic Controller and needs your help to maintain her voice at optimum performance. She doesn't talk much off-duty; she likes to give her voice a needed rest. Aria yearns for regular doses of masculine balm to soothe her overused throat. Don't you, sweetie?" Airman Anna nodded without speaking. Her technical specialty required her to project the clout of command. Her flight path orders in the congested Las Vegas air space were to be obeyed. No one wanted a close call or something even worse. Yet her voice was also melodious, calming to a nervous pilot with mechanical trouble or dwindling fuel reserves. She was expected to exude confidence and land her flock of metal birds safe and sound. Zack watched Aria impassively wet her lips. Zack was ready and willing to aid Aria's oral fitness regimen. Sarah reached around and worked Zack's belt and zipper, dropping his pants and exposing his manhood. She patted Zack's ass to shuffle him forward. His cock hung almost touching the cage at Aria's eye level. Aria leaned forward, pressing her face into one of the large square frames created by the cage's metal strands. Her extended tongue tip slipped under Zack's V and bounced it gently. Zack's meat stiffened and his erection levered to stand horizontal. Aria followed its progress with her tongue, fostering more stimulation, slathering onward to her weekly throat therapy session. When Zack was semi-solid, Aria opened her lips and pulled the fount of her vital tonic well inside her oral receptacle. She sucked deep, putting a hard vacuum on the prick that was filling her gullet. She bobbed softly, swiveling her face around the meat axle. Her tongue, cheeks, tonsils and lips cooperated in a passion of stimulus. She was a proficient practitioner and acted out her best moves. Zack perused Aria's swinging bob-cut hair and the large hoop earrings, noticing her rear bound fists flexing in time to her exertions. Her tits swayed in lazy orbits beneath her tilted chest. Zack's hands clenched the metal bars spanning the top of Aria's pen. He widened his stance for stability. He was leaning on the cage, bracing his body aloft to offset his wilting knees. Zack's hips bucked in counter-rhythm to Aria's movements. This first time of the weekend would generate a massive volume of cum for Aria's benefit. Zack's breathing was becoming labored. He concentrated on the mouth surrounding his dick. But there was something else happening. Zack felt Sarah's hand sliding up his inner thighs. Her hand cupped his scrotum then slid back. Her fingers fluttered his balls as her thumb rimmed then pressed his anus. Zack reared up on tiptoes to evade the questing digit but Sarah was persistent. She tunneled in until she felt Zack's prostate gland. Aria felt Zack buck and heard the change in his respiration. Having learned the telltale signs from her previous benefactors, she knew his end was near and she would soon receive the desired elixir. Zack cried out and Sarah pressed his prostrate, determined to expel Zack's total available load. At the right moment, Aria took a deep breath and centered his knob on her tongue. Her closed mouth sucked one long hard pull. Aria felt the first semen pulse on her tongue and warmed with joy. She needed all the fluid she could get. She continued the vacuum as the next five large ropes flooded her oral cavity and then finally eased off the suck as the flow finished. Aria felt Zack's body unwind as he regained his wilting legs. She let his softening cock withdraw from her lips, hoarding the precious liquor in her mouth. She swished it around her teeth and gums. Tilting back, she gargled with the juice, coating her tonsils. She returned her flushed face to rest at level and waited patiently. Zack watched her solicitous activities. He surveyed the naked Aria, wrists bound, mouth filled with his cum, respiration lifting and lowering her creamy breasts. He gave the wanted command. "You may swallow." Aria breathed deep, tilted her chin up, smiled wide with closed lips and hooded eyes as she let Zack's manly essence slip off her tongue and ooze into her throat. She murmured a moan of satisfaction when the last of it dripped off her tonsils. Aria peeked up at Zack who was staring into her eyes. With the same voice of power and assurance that every pilot savored when it floated into his headset, Aria simply stated "Thank you, sir." --------------------------------------------------------------- Sarah pointed to the next captive. The blonde watched uneasily as they focused their attention to her. Sarah opened the hatch and beckoned the blonde outside of her confinement pen. As their next subject emerged, the captive stood and twisted to stretch her knotted limbs and back. Zack got a nice overview of her full bosom and butt. She was not as tall as him but tall enough; yet her proportions were still voluptuous. She stood at attention before her weekend superiors. "Zack, this is Hanna, one of our Predator drone remote control pilots. She has prospered in her technical assignment because of her exceptional manual dexterity. She has the gentle hands necessary to really master a joystick. She would be perfect for your next encounter. Hanna, take Zack to the spa for a thorough cleansing, inside and out. Make it a real hands-on display of your skills." Zack clasped Hanna extended hand as she led him inside the ranch house. Her ass sashayed to her measured stride. At the door, she turned to hold both his hands as she butted it opened. Zack was transfixed by the wobble of her tits as she back pedaled down the hall to the large bathroom. Inside, she removed Zack's remaining garb, tossing the soiled clothes into a hamper. Zack watched her marvelous ass as Hanna bent and filled the tub, adding emollients to the lukewarm bath. Occasionally, Hanna peeked over her shoulder to find that Zack was overtly admiring her figure. His steady interest in her curves pleased her. Bath prepared, Hanna welcomed Zack to immerse in the soothing pool. Hanna knelt outside the tub, washing his skin with natural sponges, the long sluggish motions buffing every part of his body with her caresses. Zack's groin was a favored location but Hanna was careful to spend only periodic time there. She let the mood build and then backed off to other body parts, waiting for Zack to ease down a bit before renewing her attention. She found him delightfully sensitive elsewhere: behind his knees, the soles of his feet, his face and scalp, the hairs on his neck, his nipples. She escalated his ardor in distinct steps. Zack's erection was growing stronger and stronger. Hanna dropped the sponges in the soapy water and caught Zack's half submerged cock in both sudsy hands. As she affectionately stroked the firm flesh, her finger pads applied individual pressures on the circumference and length. She knew where the male's nerve endings were most accessible on the thin sensitive skin cover. Her thumbs shared the duty of rubbing the under-crown. Zack leaned down into the tub's backrest, lifted his knees to open his thighs wider and leisurely watched Hanna work. Her nipples dragged in the water and stirred the foam. Zack lazily cupped the closer breast. He closed his eyes, hearing the squishes of her caresses, the lapping bath water and Hanna's pleased sighs as he kneaded her tit. Zack's heat was building to a peak; neither of the amorous pair could have stopped it nor did they want to. Zack panted and puffed as Hanna compelled his spunk to spurt through her fingers and onto his sodden stomach. The orgasmic release was full body and sustained an extended prickle. Hanna crawled into the large tub, cradling Zack's body. Her palms and fingers caressed each lingering skittle in the dampening nerve bundles. The ecstatic energy was receding from limb to core. Hanna chased their retreat. She sequentially fondled Zack's fingers, toes, limbs, inner thighs, nipples and navel. At last she cradled Zack's dick as it wavered in deflation, receiving Zack's bodily verve and Hanna's stimulus. Zack's body collapsed into a water logged languor. Hanna held him while he rested in the warm water. Later, Sarah found the wrinkled pair still entwined in the bath, dozing. The water had cooled so they were agreeable to emerge. Sarah retrieved a terrycloth bathrobe while Hanna dried Zack with fluffy towels. They shifted Zack to the adjoining bedroom and laid him in the large bed. Evening was falling. Zack slept. ----------------------------------------------- Zack stirred. The room was lit. He smelled food. His blurred vision cleared as he awoke from his slumber. The mattress slumped as a woman sat on the edge. Zack saw the wavy haired brunette, his final bagged game in the field, wearing a terry cloth robe similar to his. She was sipping espresso from a demitasse. The aroma hit his nostrils. She held up a second cup. "Good evening, sleepy head. Rest well? Want some coffee?" Zack reached for her but his hands drew up short. His wrists were loosely fastened to cuffs and short chains at the headboard. His ankles were confined similarly. He tested their strength and found them sturdy. Zack frowned at the brunette who leaned in and stilled his lips with a shushing finger. The brunette cupped his chin with her palm as she hovered the coffee cup for his lips to slurp. "I usually add more sugar but I wanted you to taste it first. How is it?" Zack found it tolerably sweetened. What he found intolerable was his restraints. He shook the chains and gave her a scowl. "Now, now, my love" she said as she smoothed and patted his bare chest. "This isn't any more than a game. You won't be hurt. In fact, the fastenings are very light and a big man like you could break them easily. Let me explain. "Sarah likes her job and usually takes this part of the program, tied to the bed and helplessly fucked by our weekend warrior. She gets off on the reversal of roles, being bound and controlled rather than being in charge. But this weekend, she won the hunt and won't get her turn in bed. So we changed things up. "My name is Lt. Bonnie. I fly on the mid-air refueling tankers and operate the tail boom that delivers the fuel to the jets. The jet jockeys like to think they're hot stuff, lining up the coupling. But I have more control over the boom position by manipulating its stabilizing airfoils. I want to show you how good I am at midair connections. We are going to fuck but neither you nor I will use our hands. Does that sound like fun?" Zack wasn't sure about her question. He usually took control but the weekend so far had been a roaring success in his mind. So what the hell! "Let's give it a try. Are you sure I need to be restrained?" "It's Just a small reminder. I don't want you to ruin the scenario with 'grabbies' when you get excited. And I hope you get really excited!" Bonnie set aside the dishes. She rose, unbelted and dropped her terrycloth robe. Zack now remembered how buff and curvy Bonnie was. Bonnie paused purposefully in full frontal; Zack liked the view. She was mid-height, sported an athletic figure. Her hair was shoulder length and she was barefoot. In between were trim hips and round breasts, just the right proportions. Her pussy was shaved and the lips were pronounced. Her big brown eyes competed for radiance with her smiling red lips. Bonnie gripped the trapeze bar that Zack now saw suspended over the center of the bed. She stepped onto the mattress and stood upright above him, feet astride but not touching his waist. Zack watched as she squatted down, holding the trapeze bar for support as she aligned herself above his hips. The straddle peeked open her cunt and the rich pinkness descended on Zack's semi-tumescent rod. Bonnie slid her vulva along his length, transferring her intimate oils from her pussy to his prick. It was the only body contact between them. Zack jogged his hips trying to aid the caresses. Bonnie stopped and lifted away a few inches. "Patience, my love. You need to lie still. This is my hookup and I will do the maneuvering. Agreed?" Zack surrendered his tense curl and laid back. Bonnie took that for a 'Yes' and lowered into the contact again. She wiped longer swipes this time. Zack had nothing to do but watch and feel the warm wetness stimulate his rod to a stiffer erection. Bonnie was leaning over, watching the connection and her tits swayed gently. Her swaged coiffure framed her face. Zack found her motions pleasant to watch. Sometimes women danced in front of him. But when they got this close, he was usually clasping them tightly to his body, driving his cock into their mouths or cunts. Bonnie shifted higher, concentrating on slicking Zack's knob. Once or twice, his bulk caught on her vaginal opening and bounced off. Bonnie would adjust to keep him riding smoothly along her gash. She now had the pattern memorized and was able to look away, fixing Zack's eyes with hers, continuing the jaunt. She slowed, leaned further forward, shimmied her boobs and smiled. Total Woman Zodiac 09 "I think we have sufficient practice. Let's try a hard docking" she said. Bonnie captured the tip of Zack's prick against her deeper opening. She pressed back and levered him upright. With a slight tilt of her head, she pushed down and Zack's cock journeyed all the way to her womb. Touchdown! "Get ready, my darling. Pretend we are flying into some air turbulence. This ride may get bumpy." Bonnie cycled her hips in a vertical circle. Zack's knob drug almost out and then fully in with each revolution. After five rounds, Bonnie changed the pattern and began horizontal circles. Neither her legs nor feet nor ass nor hips touched Zack. Their only conjunction was cock and vagina. It was just as Bonnie had promised: a midair connection. Zack let her work. It was rather liberating, being passively serviced without his active involvement. Bonnie was good at this. Zack felt the tingles and reached to grab Bonnie's hips and quicken her pace. His hands were stopped short by the chains. Zack vexed at the blockage; his impulse was to snap the light chains and take charge. Bonnie saw his move and concentrated on maintaining her course of action, giving no indication of her awareness. Zack's better nature prevailed. He closed his eyes, relaxed and let Bonnie's pleasant stimulations grow in his groin. Bonnie saw his surrender and knew it was time to finish up. She watched Zack's face go through several expressions, knowing he was getting closer to the end. As he tilted his head back and opened his mouth in a bellow, Bonnie slammed down and wiggled every muscle she could find, putting pressure and caresses on his spurting tube. When the spurts abated, Bonnie let her weight rest on Zack's hips and unfastened his cuffs. She leaned over and rested her body on his, rubbing her tits into his chest, nuzzling his cheek and neck, murmuring her glee as Zack enfolded her body in his embrace. The remaining night was spent in full communion. Missionary, sidesaddle, cowgirl, every position was used with as much rubbing and hugging as possible. At dawn's early light, Bonnie slipped away. The weekend was over. The girls returned to the Air Base and their important service in defense of freedom. They had earned the freedom to choose their recreations and fulfill their fantasies as they saw fit. Zack left for his next Zodiac assignment. He was proud to have performed his own version of supporting the troops. He hoped for repeated future opportunities to again prove his patriotism. Total Woman Zodiac 10 The snow at Midway International Airport was piled anywhere the plows could find room for it. It was a record breaking late season blizzard and the ground crews were fighting a losing battle to keep the runways, taxiways and aprons clear for arriving and departing air traffic. As the storm intensified, ATC diverted most planes and stopped all takeoffs. The remaining aircraft had been safely landed and everyone hunkered down to wait for the foul weather to dissipate. Zack was in-transit between Las Vegas and his next stop, Atlantic Beach. The stewardesses and terminal agents were efficient in accommodating the stranded passengers. For final destination clients, ground transportation could still get them home in greater metropolitan Chicago. Others got lodged in local hotels but the number of available rooms was dwindling. As a frequent flyer Diamond Card member, valued passenger Zack was personally escorted from the jetway to Air Capricorn's VIP lounge. His guide was the chicly dressed flight attendant that had stirred the erotic dreams of every man in First Class with her professional beauty and hostess charm. In the terminal, ordinary family and everyday flyers were scattered about the corridors attending to their kids and carry-ons. Zack and his guide approached a long line of exasperated frequent flyers waiting to enter the VIP lounge. The hostess at the receptionist podium was verifying credentials before allowing the unusually large number of gold, silver and platinum club members into the corporate clubroom. Zack's chaperon led him past the others to the front of the line and flashed her badge alongside Zack's Diamond Card. The lounge gatekeeper neatly buzzed a separate door and ushered Zack through into the exclusive Diamond Card Capricorn VIP lounge. There were a few other gentlemen already seated or lolling in the elegantly furnished room. A pert cocktail waitress hurried forward to take charge of Zack as the gatekeeper returned to her other restive passengers. The waitress stooped to catch up Zack's coat and valise. "Oh, here, let me take those for safe keeping, sir. We are so sorry about the bother. We can't control the weather but we will do everything we can to make your temporary inconvenience as brief and pleasant as possible. Can I get you anything to eat or drink?" "Maybe some fruit juice and a place to sit." There were plenty of empty cushioned couches, divans and recliners scattered about the spacious room. The three other gentlemen were tending to emails or magazines, mostly ignoring the other occupants. Zack found a recliner in the corner and checked his email and weather report. The waitress sashayed his way with the desired glass of refreshment. Her name tag read: Caprice. Caprice wore a very well fit airline hostess' uniform. Zack's survey ascended from the mid-rise heels, short skirt, revealing cleavage and a satin choker with the airline logo suspended on a silver ring. Her blonde hair was pinned up professional style. There was a bustling echo from the main terminal corridors. The canned female voice was making standard PA announcements: passengers paging other passengers, security reminders and individual flight cancellations and delays. A sharp tone sounded to gather everyone's attention; what followed was the predictable public information pronouncement. "Attention all passengers in the terminals. FAA and TSA officials have issued a ground stop order cancelling all air and ground transportation to and from the airport during the remainder of the snow emergency. This order will be effective for at least 8 hours. Please make yourself comfortable until we can resume normal operations." Caprice scurried back to the service bar. As head hostess, she motioned all of the other attendants to a brief huddle. Heads nodded and she walked to the middle of the room to brief her VIP clients. "Gentlemen, we are sorry for the disruption in your travel plans. Because you are Diamond Card Capricorn members, you are entitled to certain benefits while in our care. At times like this, the airlines suspend their competition and cooperate to ensure their VIP clients' comfort. We are joining with other airline VIP lounges to share food, drink and support staff. Please do not hesitate to ask for whatever you need and we will make extraordinary efforts to comply." Caprice paused for any questions. The gentlemen seemed satisfied that matters were being handled as best they could under the circumstances. She turned to leave but paused with a last thought. "You will see air and ground staff from other airlines serving here as we send some of our crew members to their lounges. Please understand that we want to break-up your tedium with a little variety while we wait out the storm. Thank you." Zack leaned back and closed his eyes. He was nudged by a tall blonde blue eyed goddess in a tailor fit Nordic airlines uniform. She was leaning over Zack, her busty body well defined by the uniform. "Excuse me, sir. Is there anything I can get for you? Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable?" Zack adored the slight Swedish lilt in her accented English. He surveyed the expanse of cleavage before him and had a few ideas. Those ideas weren't the kind to be exercised in a public airport lounge. But this was the Diamond Card Capricorn lounge. Zack gingerly folded back the uniform jacket lapel to reveal her nametag: Nora. His hand trailed down the outside of the jacket, pressing harder than accidental. Nora never flinched but gazed cheerfully into his face, waiting for his response. Zack shifted his butt in the cushions, his growing erection becoming uncomfortable in his suit pants. The move was not lost on Nora. "It is a bit warm in here, isn't it? We should get more natural for this unexpected time together." Nora loosened Zack's necktie knot and unbuttoned his shirt collar. She felt his crotch and verified tactilely the real reason for his squirm. Nora never hesitated but loosed the belt buckle and unzipped the fly. Her manicured hand burrowed inside to adjust Zack's tumescent meat where it could expand further as the impending situation dictated. Satisfied with Zack's position, Nora peered around the room where other airline staffers were performing similar duties for the other gentlemen. She looked at Zack as she fingered her blouse buttons. "These uniforms can be so constricting." Nora worked the buttons open. The opening in her shirt showed a nice cleavage packed into a lacy bra. She doffed the blouse and jacket and laid them aside. She sat astraddle Zack's legs and leaned in. Her bra cased breasts pressed into his chest as her lips came near his ear. "Aren't you going to help get me comfortable too? The bra is front closing. Don't be shy." Nora leaned up with her hands braced on the headrest behind Zack. His hands came to her tits. He squeezed them through the bra, and then unclipped the center catch. Nora stayed in place as Zack peeled the cups aside to reveal her large smooth nipples. He leaned in unconsciously and kissed one. "That feels nice, sir." Zack kissed the other then tongued them alternately. He took his time. The kisses became suckles and then little nub bites. Nora cooed her delight as Zack mouthed her boobs. His less constrained prick got larger. Nora kissed his forehead as she rose and stood astraddle his legs. Her unrestrained boobs were beyond his bite but not his grasp. He palmed and bounced the handfuls. "Thank you, sir. I will get one of my sister hostesses to take it from here." Nora backed out and moved to another gentleman's side. Zack watched as his neighboring gentleman's woman departed and left the follow-on tasks for the newly arrived topless Nora. Zack lost interest in his neighbor's circumstances when a topless brown Mexican beauty parked herself in front of Zack's chair. She was still wearing her uniform cap which proudly proclaimed her employer as Merida Airlines. Beneath the cap was a round face with big brown eyes. Her bare breasts were globular and full on her squat body. Her nipples were moist from obvious suckling; the nubs erect from the accompanying nibbles. Her nametag had been jettisoned with the blouse and jacket. Zack inquired her name. "Please call me Melina. We don't get snow in the Yucatan. If this is what happens during blizzards, I might become a snowstorm lover." Zack laughed at the humor. Melina squatted between his legs and worked his pants and briefs down. The shoes had to go before everything slid off his heels. Melina stood and rotated, inviting Zack to help unzip her skirt. She leaned over and pushed the unfastened clothes off her heels. Zack was given a nice view of her generous rump and pink slit. Her boobs dangled briefly before she turned and worked his shirt off. Her tits bobbed and weaved as she twisted during the task. Zack was unable to refrain from cupping a feel and squeeze. Melina grinned and paused to let him play. Her hand cradled his firm erection, giving it a few strokes. Zack inched his face forward. Melina reflected the move and they engaged in a tongue lashed kiss as they caressed each other's erogenous points. When Zack come up for air, Melina leaned back, disengaging the connections. "I wish I were later in the rotation, sir. You are a good kisser and that bodes well for other activities." Melina backed away and moved to where Nora had previously relocated. Zack's disappointment at her departure was short lived when a naked Chinese girl entered his presence. Her petite frame was lithe with long dark hair cascading to her waist front and back. She spied his bulky hard-on and smiled. "May I touch it?" she asked in her South Asian English. Zack was agreeable. It took both her tiny hands to wrap the circumference. She rubbed the stretched skin. Zack gave a start from the excess friction. The girl took note and, absent any lubricant, improvised a solution. She gathered bunches of her silky hair in hand and recaptured his dick. The soft strands smoothed against his rampant cock. Zack admired the girl's inventiveness. The caresses were warm and gentle. He watched the young woman as she concentrated on her task. Her firm modest breasts rode steady on her chest even as her arms and hands increased momentum. By leaning in, her tresses were long enough to flow without pulling on her scalp. The frenzy of strokes led to Zack's eruption and his sperm splashed across his stomach. His hand maiden cheered his discharge, complementing him on its volume and power. When his pulses completed, she held his cock tight in her warm hands. As Zack breathed normal again, she released him. Her hair tips were speckled with pearls of sperm. She gathered her hair behind her and used a scrunch band to form a single ponytail down her back. "Thank you, sir. I appreciate your patience and cooperation. Maybe I will see you another time." As she stepped away, Zack grabbed her hand to stop her. "What is your name, my dear?" "Cynthia" she replied. "I am a co-pilot for Sino Airlines." "Well, Cynthia, thanks for the great ride and the smooth landing." Cynthia blew him a playful pucker kiss before she departed to her next stopover gentleman. A dusky naked maiden arrived at Zack's chair. She was a mixture of browns: dark brown eyes, deep bronze skin, straightened black hair, large café-au-lait colored nipple disks and full chocolate lips. She smiled at the strings of spunk drying on Zack's belly. "Somebody made a mess. We need to fix that." The Nubian princess knelt and leaned in. Her tongue swirled on Zack's stomach as she lapped up Zack's genital discharges. She dipped her tongue into his belly button, sending reflective skittles to his prick. She worked to clean him and hopefully lift his cock for another bout of love making. But it was not to be. Zack needed more time to refract. When she finished his tongue bath, he drew her to lay in the lounge at his side until he could rekindle his amorous fire. Zack fluffed her breasts as she fingered his flaccid cock. They necked, made small talk and got acquainted. Her name was Lydia, a check-in counter attendant with Air Nubia. When the snow shut down the airport, she approached her boss about working some overtime in the VIP lounges. Her boss was reluctant to let her go, planning to hunker down with her in his office. He looked forward to an extended time enjoying another one of her magnificent blowjobs, rather than the quickies he demanded between counter crowds. But she appealed to his higher manager and sweetened the deal. He pulled rank and gave Lydia her wish. The higher manager would get his wish later on when he reveled in Lydia's promised dalliances. Lydia had become a favorite cocksucker of his as well. Lydia's story perked Zack's interest. Her slathering cleanup had been very efficient. Lydia noted a revival of blood flow solidifying Zack's dick. Her hand slowly stroked it to rigidity. She climbed between Zack's legs and kissed the tip. Tongue, lips and cheeks rubbed the length and breadth of his resurrected erection. Her plump lips slid over the entire length, drenching the sodden cock skin. Zack was finally ready and on one full plunge, Lydia hummed during her deep-throat. Zack tensed and jetted pulses of milky man juice down her gullet. Lydia continued to hum as she swallowed on the knob, giving it additional stimulating clenches. She stayed locked on until Zack stopped huffing his lungs and relaxed his body back into the cushions. Lydia kept Zack snug inside as he deflated. After a while, the rotation schedule came due. Zack had frolicked with all four available women during this initial round. The temporary lounge manager that had traded from another airline queried Zack about his choice of seat mate for round two. He requested a return visit from Cynthia, the Chinese co-pilot. Cynthia spent the remainder of the airport shut down resting naked atop Zack. They cuddled and necked, Cynthia buzzing his neck as Zack palmed her tight little ass. Just before morning, they maneuvered around until Cynthia's narrow cunt was impaled on Zack's fat cock. The tight connection gave little free movement but Cynthia managed to give Zack another great ride and a smooth landing. Blizzards eventually bluster out. And so did this one. The diligent field crews worked to clear the drifts from runways, roads and aprons. Slowly, the airport returned to its intended public purpose and planes, trains and automobiles started making their appointed rounds. Caprice was in a new uniform. She retained a rosy cheeked glow of satisfaction. Presumably her overnight service duties at another lounge had gone well. She led Zack aboard the Air Capricorn flight to Atlantic City and got Zack and her other First Class passengers seated and served with cocktails. She ran through the pre-flight instructions and ended her monologue with effusive apologies for the flight delays and hoped everyone managed to survive the trouble. "No trouble at all' said Zack. Total Woman Zodiac 11 Zack loitered in the ship's entranceway, surrounded by the other bustling cruise passengers. He recognized some male acquaintances from previous excursions and a few of the regular crew and staff. He could have boarded privately and been escorted straight to his topside premium cabin suite. But he liked this first encounter to peruse the first time passengers, his newest and freshest shipmates. He sorted through the variety of people, selecting some he found interesting, others not so much. Everyone wandered up to the dockside rails for their final 'bon voyage' waves to their chauffeurs, butlers, mistresses and other lifestyle handlers. The newest young ladies were less exuberant; confirming their on-board presence to the bulky casino bodyguards that had dropped them off at the pier. Atlantic City was the East Coast gambling mecca, attracting patrons from hundreds of miles away. Busloads and planeloads of tourists were ferried to the casinos, drawn by complementary meals, modest suites and starter packs of free gambling chips. The elderly tourists enjoyed the obesity boosting buffets and the colorful gambling floors with their infectious bells, lights and laughter. While their spouses shopped the glittery gallerias, the sprier old gentlemen escaped to a risqué stage show. The combination of glamorous shopping, nubile flesh pageants and a dose of complementary Viagra ensured that the mature couples enjoyed a memorable overnight stay and booked repeated money hand-over visits. The younger folks had a different experience. Despite the opulence on display, they naively thought that the casinos existed to give away jackpot money to its patrons. Convinced that they knew the secret to overcoming the odds, their wallets became the vast reservoir of amateur money that supported the professional luxury. Some overdid it; they staked their entire assets and credit on their self-assured schemes and methods, descending deeper and deeper into debt. The casinos cheered them on; the odds favored the house. Subsequent debt collection took divergent paths and the negotiations ran a standard script: threats for the malleable males, shame for the mothers and widows and extra-legal action for the would-be tough-guys. That's when they encountered the real tough-guys and quickly caved-in. But it was the young women that were the casino's real goldmine. The casinos created the monthly Debt Settlement Cruises out of the Port of Atlantic City. The indebted young females were given options in accordance with their curves and character. The less alluring women could borrow from local street pimps and pay-with-play over time. The more eye-catching bodies could sign hospitality employment contracts with the casinos, working days as waitresses, housemaids and floor hostesses with liens against their wages. The payoffs could be accelerated with special night time services to privileged casino guests. The bodacious few were offered a cancellation of their entire debt for sincere cooperation during a four day Debt Settlement Cruise. The discrete invitation-only tickets were auctioned to trusted elite males and the events were always oversubscribed. This particular cruise carried the crew, six bodacious debtors and six elite male patrons. Zack waved to his chauffer Aquila and she waved back, blowing a palm kiss. The oversized yacht sounded its horn and shuddered as it moved away from the dock. The engines rumbled and the luxury vessel transited the channel out to open sea and the four day revelry. Zack retired to his luxury cabin on the highest deck. His onboard fulltime hostess, Aquinia, was waiting for him. She stood attentively as he entered, wearing only her lime green micro-kini. The porters had delivered their bags and Aquinia had unpacked Zack's things, hanging and folding them into the compact storage spaces. Zack gave a cursory inspection to her work and pronounced it adequate. Aquinia grew concerned at Zack's inattention to detail. Aquinia was responsible for Zack's mental and physical health and welfare during the cruise. His demeanor indicated a problem and she was Zack's designated problem solver. Her womanly intuition suspected the cause of Zack's edginess. "Zack, darling, when was the last time you ejaculated?" "Uhh, well... the trip here was longer than I expected and we just made the boat before it sailed. It's been at least 24-hours, maybe a little longer." Aquinia took his hand and led him toward the private bathroom, using her free hand to untie the strings of her barely nothing swimsuit. Inside, she disrobed Zack, handling his casual wear with care. She helped him into the tub and leaned him back into a relaxing recline. Using sponges and the shower sprayer, she soothed and washed his body, playing the temperate water everywhere accessible. In the end, she soothed his cock and balls, setting loose his pent-up pool of cum so it could see the light of day. Zack was noticeably refreshed after that and rebounded to his usual good humor. The ship sailed past the line of international waters and was thereby divested of pesky shore-bound legalities. The redressed and refreshed Zack and Aquinia joined the flow of excited patrons to the rear deck pool area for the Captain's Welcome Ceremony and Ice Breaker Party. Complementary drinks were handed round by scantily clad staff waitresses. A waiter distributed little game controllers to the hostesses. There were eruptions of greetings as some repeat male passengers renewed past friendships. Everyone was checking out the new women scattered among the chatting groups. The Captain stepped to the podium on a low stage and welcomed all aboard the monthly Debt Settlement Cruise. There were cheers and applause, some more animated than others. Several of the young women were noticeably nervous and subdued in their enthusiasm. The Captain held his hands up for quiet and launched right into the business at hand. He motioned to a stage-side electronic tote board with room for names and associated timeslots. The blanks waited to be filled in with scheduled appointments. "This month we have six young ladies willing to retire their Gambling Debts in one weekend. Each participating male patron has deposited their lump sum contribution with the bursar. We will now hold the auction that will apportion deposits to debt. Will our soon-to-be debt-free ladies please take the stage?" There was a rustle of activity as six bikini clad beauties broke away from their clusters and approached the stage through the crowd. The Captain stepped forward and formed them side stage in a cue. He clipped a decorative medallion emblazoned with a large "1" on the first woman's thong. He took liberties to adjust her low cut top even lower, nearly exposing her nipples. The Captain chivalrously gave her his assisting hand to mount the platform, his other hand patting her ass before she promenaded across stage to her marked position. Numbers 2 through 6 followed their leader in turn, each getting a numbered medallion and enduring their own public panders from the Captain. It was his way of reminding them that their contract conditions required sincere cooperation during a four day Debt Settlement Cruise. The tote board displayed the women's numbers by rows and their total debt to be retired. Half day time slots appeared as columns. While Zack perused the lineup of feminine pleasure available and voiced his choices, Aquinia keyed his preferences for time slots and contributions into the game controller. Zack's "Z" designation started to appear in the appropriate squares but then sometimes, his initial was overridden by other higher bids. Meanwhile the remaining debt totals for the numbered women counted down until they locked out at zero. Aquinia and Zack played a fast game of strategy and tactics until all of the debt totals zeroed out and the auction closed. Zack had secured 4 time slots spread across the weekend. Some bidders had been too conservative with their bidding and ended with only one. Their consolation was the alternate professional care and comfort they would be provided by their dedicated fulltime hostesses. -------------------------------------------------------------- Zack watched the iridescent ocean float past his window as the ship moved slowly across the shimmering sea. It was evening, the sun was gone but the moon-glow reflected off the chevrons of wavelets in the ship's wake. The dining room was sparsely occupied by other VIP patrons. Some of them were already chatting with their first rendezvouses; others like Zack, still waiting the woman's arrival. The Head Table was set and awaiting the ship's commander. Aquinia appeared at the door, surveyed the room until she spied Zack and guided her accompanying young lady across the room. Aquila's companion was elegantly attired in a daring black silk evening dress. The skirt dropped full from her low hip waist tie. The top half's back and sides were nothing at all; narrow panels floated on her chest, suspended from her neck but only partly covering her firm conical breasts. Any quick movement threatened to expose her nipples. Her hair was up, twinkling ear baubles framed her darkly made up face which sported a look of mild anxiety. Zack stood in polite greeting; Aquinia performed the introductions. "Mr. Z, this is Number Four, your first assigned companion. Ms. Four, this is Mr. Z, your first rendezvous of the Debt Settlement Cruise. I will leave you two to get more acquainted and wish you both an enjoyable evening." With that said, Zack's hostess departed their presence. She took her place flanking the Captain's Chair, part of the bevy of hostesses that catered to the needs of the VIP gentlemen. Things looked to be going well and, freed from those duties for the moment, one or two of the hostesses would serve at the Captain's pleasure later in his cabin. Zack raised both of Ms. Four's hands and kissed her right hand, planting the second kiss on her wedding band gracing the left hand. He ushered her into her seat and sat across. The waitress attended to their drinks and menu selections as Zack pushed forthwith into the inevitable edgy exchange. "So, Ms. Four, how has fate brought you to my table this evening?" Ms. Four hesitated, played with her food and glanced about the dim lit dining room. Zack waited a while and then helped her marshal her courage. "Come now, Ms. Four, everyone here has an awkward story. I don't want a long confession, just a little explanation. What happened?" Zack his posture, gazing on the self-conscious splendor seated across from him. She finally made eye contact and Zack leaned his head sideways a little with a 'Come-on, it's okay' grin. Ms. Four took a deep breath and launched into her narrative. "We married a few years ago and had some money for a mortgage down payment saved up but not enough. My husband claimed he had a lock on a gambling technique that would multiply it quicker. It didn't work out and we sank deeply into debt at the Blackjack table. The bosses gave us few options and we decided a one-shot clearing of the debt was better than paying it down over time. It seemed a good way to square up with them and get back to starting our family. So here I am." Zack nodded through her soliloquy. "That's a fairly common story. And I think you and your husband have made a good decision. Don't fret; it's not that bad. The fear of the unknown is often worse than the reality. This weekend will soon fade into lost memories." Zack held out his water goblet for a good luck gesture and Ms. Four halfheartedly clinked his glass. Zack leaned back in his chair, studying Ms. Four across the table. "You are a pretty woman and look absolutely stunning in that dress. Did Aquinia help you pick it out?" "Yes because I would never wear something this revealing in the bedroom, let alone in public. But she said it was okay to test some boundaries. No one would know I was on this exclusive cruise except the casino bosses and my husband. But I'm not sure I can get too comfortable exposing myself like this, even here." Zack provided some sage advice. "Sometimes you have to overdo a vice to get comfortable with a lesser sin. May I demonstrate how that's done?" Ms. Four didn't have time to reply before Zack took the matter in hand. He rose, stepped behind his rendezvous partner and leaned his lips to her ear. "Steady now. Lay your palms flat on the table and do not move. This won't hurt a bit." With that, he unclipped her neck strap and let the barely obscuring breast panels float to Ms. Four's lap. She sat frozen in place. Zack cupped and held her modest sized left tit as he pecked her right cheek. Then he returned to his seat and started eating again as if nothing was different. "Like I said, my dear, you do look stunning in that dress, but even more so without it." Zack acted as if her topless public exposure was nothing out of the ordinary. He mouthed a fork speared morsel of seafood and savored it. "Aren't these shrimp the best you have ever tasted? I must send my complements to the chef!" The shocked Ms. Four sat still with her hands planted on the tablecloth but turned her head and cautiously scanned the dining room. She was elegantly topless in a room full of strangers but no one said a word or cast more than a glance her way. She saw one or two other girls in similar undress. One man was fondly sliding his hand along his date's inner thighs. Everyone seemed to be getting intimate in some way. Zack was watched Ms. Four nonchalantly as the waitress cleared the table. He refused dessert. Ms. Four gazed at her lap as Zack ogled her boobs. They were youthfully firm and conical; the nipples a pale pink riding on her creamy skin. A few of the other couples departed the dining room for après dinner coffee on the open deck. Zack wanted Ms. Four to adjust willingly to her new circumstances, not be pushed faster than she could handle. He helped her to stand and gallantly refastened her top. He led her onto the after deck where they leaned on the aft rail and watched the ship's wake roil away. The breeze was cool so Zack positioned himself behind Ms. Four and wrapped her in his arms. Her bare back was shielded by Zack's chest. It was time for a more secluded inspection of Ms. Four's charms. Zack unfastened her top again. He enclosed Ms. Four in his arms and cupped both breasts while he nuzzled her neck. This was a more private venue and Ms. Four let him play at will as she stared at the far night horizon. Zack rubbed and rolled her nipples until the nubs popped up. Whether caused by the outward cold or the inner heat, it was a sign that Ms. Four was acceding to the situation. She was nonplused when Zack placed his arm across her shoulder and cupped her exposed tit during their stroll to his cabin. They silently passed other couples engaged in necking and more intimate fondles in the moonlight. Inside, Zack let Ms. Four peek about the room, getting comfortable with its luxury. While she absorbed her surroundings, Zack disrobed. He sat on the bed and beckoned her to him. Ms. Four stopped at his knees and he drew her into a kissing embrace. Zack loosed her waist tie and the dress dropped to her ankles. He pushed her panties down. When Zack circled his hands around her low back and drew her nearer, she kneed up on the bed and straddled his lap. Zack swung her over to his side onto her back and saddled up. He maneuvered his prick to her cunt and dove in. Ms. Four's eyes went wide and her mouth puffed out an 'Oh'. She was wet but Zack had been quick and surprised her. Still it was not unpleasant and she wiggled her ass to adapt to his bulk and depth in her vagina. The suitable alignment prompted the desired strokes. They settled into an easy rhythm. Zack was gentle in his pushes; Ms. Four was grateful for that. This first intimate encounter of the weekend wasn't as dreadful as she had feared. In fact, it felt pretty good. There was a familiar tingling growing in her pussy. She knew it well from auto-stimulation but this was the first time in her limited experience that a man had brought it on. It spread uncontrollably until she arched her back and clung tightly to her mysterious Mr. Z. Zack let her ride out the orgasmic wave as she jogged her hips against his groin. When she was breathing less fiercely, he upped his pace. Zack was also getting hotter but hadn't gotten far enough before Ms. Four arched again and cried out. Zack refused to slack his pace this time; he let himself go, stroking hard and long, polishing his solid cock in her slippery cunt. He panted higher and at his peak, he was lifted again in Ms. Four's pelvic saddle as she arched her back and cried out her loudest yet. Zack poured forth his coital offering and sang his own ecstatic symphony. He nearly passed out from the intensity but was able to fall sideways before losing focus. -------------------------------------------------- Zack awoke to find the naked Ms. Four draped across his chest. He fingered her hair, stirring her from her twilight sleep. She tilted her face up and they kissed. Zack patted her bottom; Ms. Four shuffled to lay fully atop him, chest to chest, groin to groin, lips to lips. Her wiggles got the recognizable welcome reaction from Zack's cock. Ms. Four scotched around until his tip poked her hole. The wiggling continued until he was well seated. Her hips twitched, stimulating them both. She caressed Zack body and soul until he spilled another load inside her. Later still, Zack spooned Ms. Four as the ship rolled gently in its nighttime journey through the waves. One hand idly caressed a boob, the other her cunny. Ms. Four had an arm backwards between them, grazing Zack's semi-erection. She was deep in thought. This cruise wasn't the ordeal she had expected. Good food, good ambiance, good sex. If the rest of the weekend was like this, Ms. Four might learn a few bedroom tricks to take home to teach her hubby or she might just loose big at the casino tables again as an excuse to get aboard another cruise. ------------------------------------------ Zack wandered to the afterdeck where during the previous evening he had partially disrobed Ms. Four. The yacht was anchored outside a private cove reserved for exclusive use by the cruise. Most of the passengers were gathered for the all-day sports events. He found his next schedule cruise mate waiting near the swimming pool. The petite Oriental wore a black bikini. Ms. Three's long straight hair hung mid-back and her bangs hid her eyebrows. She was barefoot like everyone else. Some of the other consigned twosomes had mounted up for a game of water horse. Zack propped Ms. Three on his shoulders and waded in. They were successful in unhorsing another pair before Ms. Three was pulled off his shoulders and splashed down in the water. Ms. Four and her sequential companion for the day were declared the winners when they remained the only couple still mounted. The next contest was Jell-O-wrestling. Ms. Three won her first match against Ms. One. In the second round, she was easily pinned by Ms. Six, who towered over her and used her advantage of double the diminutive Oriental's weight. Zack performed the auspicious task of laying Ms. Three on a lounge and licking off the Jell-O smeared on her skin. She writhed with laughter beneath his oral cleansing whenever he voraciously slurped on her tickle points. Almost clean, Zack scooped her up in his arms and jumped overboard. They surfaced and swam to the waiting fleet of jet-skis. The players lined up and set off on a race around the yacht. The churning waves created jump ramps for the jet skis to get free air over the water and thrills for their paired riders. Ms. Three drove as Zack held her in a bear hug. He used her modest tits for hand holds. The more boob endowed women bounced enticingly as they drove the circuits. Finally, the water craft veered and plowed onto the beach. The staff had disembarked earlier and prepared the food and fun on Blowjob Beach. Total Woman Zodiac 11 A luau was laid out for the hungry revelers. Satiated by the food, they peeled away in pairs for chaise lounges overlooking the sand fringed cove. Zack took a seat, relaxing into a palm shaded lounge. Ms. Three stood by as Zack got settled. She knelt and unzipped his pants, getting her first good look at his penis. She held it gently, turning the meat tube to examine it from all angles. It was large but doable and she was willing to give it a try. She looked at Zack for permission to proceed. Zack saw her tight ass barely covered by her bikini. He had overheard rumors that Ms. Three had the snuggest pussy the men had ever fucked. Zack hesitated, contemplating stealing away into the nearby jungle and packing her legendary cunt with his thick flesh and fluid. But this was Blowjob Beach and rules were rules. He nodded for Ms. Three to proceed with her fellatio. He would pack her throat instead. Ms. Three kissed the tip, licked the shaft and tongued the balls. Zack grew to good volume. Ms. Three tilted her head down as she tilted Zack up. Her mouth descended the length, surprising Zack that the little woman could get it all in. She was experienced; no doubt getting lots of practice with previous mates. She bobbed and twisted, giving Zack her full repertoire of oral moves. His attention was momentarily distracted by a man's voice from a nearby lounge. "Come on, bitch. Don't just lick the knob like a Popsicle; get your mouth on it. God... is this your first blowjob?" Ms. Four blubbered 'Yes..." then hid her tearful face in her hands. The man dropped his head back on the lounge with the sure sign of frustration. His cruise hostess hustled over to assist. "Don't cry, sweetie...I'll walk you through it. You'll be fine." The hostess knelt next to Ms. Four and got her composed with soft words. Then she gave little instructions, showing Ms. Four how to hold the shaft firmly and telling her to start by kissing the tip. "That's it. Now slide your lips over the crown... Good girl... and back... a couple more... now further this time... Good...see how far you can go... half way is a good start... no, it's okay, use your tongue when he's deep inside... suck... yes like that, a few more..." Ms. Four concentrated on following the words. The hostess spoke kindly, like a mother teaching her daughter one of the many love duties required to keep a happy marriage... well, happy. Ms. Four was becoming comfortable with the feel of a stiff male organ filling her mouth. She was speeding up, but only caressing about half the man's cock. It was time for the hostess to give Ms. Four advanced guidance. "You need to take it all in. I know... I know... it's longer than your mouth. That's why it's called deep-throat...Now, push gently... try again... okay, take a deep breath and push harder... breath through your nose... relax... relax... " The hostess hovered a hand above Ms. Four's head. Watching faithfully for the right moment, she slammed Ms. Four down hard on the man's erection. The knob popped into Ms. Four's throat. The hostess counted out loud "One... two... three..." and released. Ms. Four rose and sputtered, puffing deep breaths. She remained in position, coughed once, her head still over the man's groin. She looked up at the hostess, who nodded for her to continue. Ms. Four steeled her courage. She held the fat meat, kissed and sucked until he was half in again, took a breath and pressed down. Her lips met his scrotum as the man moaned out his pleasure. That was the beginning of a series of plunges as the man panted louder and louder. Zack viewed the scene next door as he adsorbed Ms. Three's caresses. Zack's heat was building from watching the neophyte scholar learn her sensual curricula. He felt Ms. Three's talented mouth and tongue on his cock. He refocused on his dedicated fellatio artist as he heard Ms. Four's man roar. Ms. Three felt Zack's erection expand to its fullest and sensed his body bracing for the discharge. She drew back and held his knob in her cavity, tongue tip painting his underside. Zack busted out a groan as he jetted his cum into Ms. Three's warm orifice. She moaned to add vibrations which were a pleasant bonus to his satisfactory orgasm, saving his milky gift on her tongue for the big swallow finale. Zack lay in afterglow. He heard his neighbor tell the hostess to bring Ms. Four back in an hour for more practice. Zack dismissed his Oriental sex kitten and watched her play in the surf. This was Ms. Three's third debt settlement cruise. Her gambling addiction had become her way of life; either her ventures ended with wads of cash or wads of cum, equally acceptable outcomes as far as she was concerned. ---------------------------------------------------- Zack watched the sunset in the west from inside the yacht's main lounge. Several other VIPs had received their evening companions, handed forward by their ever attentive onboard hostesses. The debt laden ladies were attired in cultural dress: flirty Brazilian Samba club wear, NYC cocktail dresses, and Hindu saris. Each outfit was altered to display voluptuous skin and risqué pizzazz. Zack held a single long stem red rose as he sipped his tonic water. Aquinia appeared in the doorway, holding another unseen woman's hand. She pulled her charge forward. Ms. Six stepped into the doorway and froze. She could see the other women had already met their males for this final nocturnal tryst. The buzz of conversation settled to silence as the men noticed her entrance. Ms. Six was dressed in a traditional Greco toga: a pure white translucent gown, belted at the waist and with classic Hellenic pattern ribbons sewed to the hems. Her wavy hair was piled in an up-do style, her silver earrings dangled mixed with a few stray tresses. Aquinia let the charmed men get a real eyeful before she led Ms. Six to Zack. Zack was also quite taken by the sight. In her heels, Ms. Six was almost as tall as he was. She was full figured, but not fat, an ample woman. She glided across the deck with a gracefulness of stable form. There was a barely noticeable spring to her unrestrained firm breasts. Aquinia stopped her at polite presentation distance. "Mr. Z, this Ms. Six, your companion for the evening." Zack held forth the rose. Ms. Six widened her eyes in surprise at the kind gesture but her expression recovered quickly. This was the first truly chivalrous act she had encountered since coming aboard the yacht. Her two previous 'gentlemen' had been more or less brusque in their attitude, wholly insensitive to her feelings. The meetings had been neither painful nor pleasurable, merely a normal carnal exchange. The first had boasted about his status over their dinner and then, later in his cabin, boosted his spunk over her face. It had been a quick and rough tit fuck, nothing in it for her. The second man had bounced her topless body around on the water toys before bouncing her head on his cock at Blowjob Beach. Ms. Six contemplated Mr. Z's floral gift and breathed in its aroma. "Thank you, Mr. Z. This flower is very lovely." "This lovely flower will wilt with time unlike your loveliness which will only grow more radiant." Ms. Six blushed at the complement. Zack took the time to look her over more closely. The toga style cross-over front panels were suspended from puckered shoulder straps and tucked in at the side waist bands. There was a wide expanse of native Mediterranean olive toned skin between her twin bulges down to her navel. The furrowed fabric draped her bosom but could not completely conceal her pokey nipples. "That is also a lovely dress. Did Aquinia help you pick it out?" "Yes, Mr. Z. She said it perks up my traditional Greek looks and honors my heritage. She was very particular about the formal styling and the preening. She said I must be glamorous for you and your comrades. Is my appearance pleasing?" "Ms. Six, you look marvelous. But I know of a more seductive way to wear the dress. May I?" Zack didn't wait for Ms. Six's permission; her approval was irrelevant. She had consented in writing to sincere cooperation throughout the cruise. Zack was simply continuing the pretense of romance. Zack lifted the bodice panels and peered down her loose front. Both breasts were similarly magnificent but he chose the left one. He lifted the left shoulder strap and slid it down her bicep. He brushed the loose breast cover aside. Ms. Six tilted her head and stoically watched as her breast was exposed to a room full of elegantly attired patrons. Zack let his hand flow back across her smooth, nose-cone boob, brushing the pointy nipple with his palm. He cupped his chin and studied his living sculpture. "Yes, I do believe that this look is more enticing. You are covered but still exposed; neither fully clothed nor fully unclothed but teasing us with a glimpse of your underlying grandeur." Ms. Six was silent, not knowing how to respond. Zack pivoted her to face the expectant assembly who had followed his fashion improvements. Ms. Six felt self-conscious, partially nude amongst fully clad people. Her embarrassment was ironic since she had been paraded topless throughout the water sporting events, had been fucked robustly by two of the men and had swallowed cum in front of the group at Blowjob Beach. It was the singularity of her situation among the others that was troubling. "Gentlemen! What do you think? Better or not?" There was a burst of applause. One older man close by lamented that he had not bid more liberally for one of her time slots. He craved a finer perusal of her breasts and the rest of the attached form. Ms. Six's semi-nude uniqueness didn't last long. The other men made similar adjustments to their own companions' garb until there was a display of erotic female anatomy everywhere in the crowd. The clustered pairs mingled after that, exhibiting and examining each other's corporeal artwork. Ms. Five had been required to don her backless cocktail dress in reverse, exposing her entire front instead of her back. The neck strap resembled a choker and the low cut style nearly exposed her vulva. Her boobs rode amusingly free in the middle of the fashionable cutout. Her proximate spectators demanded a shimmy which she halfheartedly performed to their collective delight. Ms. Three was leaning forward, hands braced on knees. Her short flirty skirt was flipped up, displaying a pert little derriere mounted on two lithe legs. Two admiring gentlemen were cupping and patting her ass cheeks, discussing doggy style copulation techniques. Their banter grew argumentative. Zack intervened to arbitrate. One man said that mounting a cowed woman from behind required a hands and knees pose on a bed or floor with the forceful male kneeled up behind. The other gent advocated a standing pose with the female bracing herself against furniture or a wall during the culminating hard thrusts. Zack proposed a compromise. The female should kneel in a chair for support. Both partners could hold the reversed chair back when the frenzied male's lunges grew to hammer thrusts. That gained agreement. Ms. Three's smirking face was obscured by her draping hair. The gentlemen were now mulling over sharing a suite and swapping mates, giving an opportunity to compare notes on the novel technique in real time. Ms. Three didn't care what position she was used in or by whom as long as her eager cunt received copious male deluges after enjoying prolonged bout of vigorous fucking. Meanwhile, Ms. Six's boisterous first dude stood before her with his semi-tumescent cock protruding through his fly. She was resisting as he tried to pull her hand in, offering a final manual stroke on his trophy, 'one for the road' as he put it. Zack's assertive return rescued the reluctant Ms. Six and the man left to flaunt his exposed member elsewhere. Zack stayed with her after that, a protective arm draping her shoulder, His hand cupped her non-exposed breast beneath the toga. His fingers circled her nipple and rolled the nub. Ms. Six leaned her exposed boob into him; she appreciated Mr. Z's valiant presence and felt safe. She welcomed Mr. Z's idle tit fondling. Her fingers lovingly rolled the single rose stem gift in her own hands. It soothed her to know that Mr. Z treasured her long suppressed sensuality and charms. The assembly of men grew feverish from the exotic display and play. They began to filter off to their cabins with the time-honored erotic relief in tow. Zack led Ms. Six to his topside suite for their last evening afloat. ------------------------------------------------------ Zack lay in a wonderful afterglow. He was spooning Ms. Six's round sensuous butt as his hands massaged her firm nubile tits and ass. Her fragrance lit up his nostrils. Ms. Six had been true to her contract, sincerely cooperative in letting Zack use her marvelous body at will. He had disrobed the lovely lady and sampled freely from her various manual and oral talents. Her mouth was heavenly. Zack adored the tongue lashed cock caresses. From the first slide of her posh lips down his throbbing erection, he was convinced that Ms. Six was well practiced in the art form. Thereafter, he let her set the pace and handle the deep throats in a way that controlled her gag reflex. Zack stopped short of spilling and continued the fond coupling with long and slow thrusts into her cunt. As a gentleman, he generated her ecstasy first; then robustly fucked her until he churned his essence into her spasmodic carnal cavity. Drained, Zack's mind descended towards a twilight sleep. Ms. Six was also glowing, having enjoyed Mr. Z's skill and technique which had gained her a genuine orgasm. He was talented in the sexual arts and considerate. She compared him to her fiancé. Her parents were thrilled that she was engaged to a neighborhood boy in their insular Greek community. She had been a late starter but let her fiancé take her post-teenaged virginity with the promise of eventual matrimony. The engagement ring had taken years to arrive, always delayed by some other need for the money. The intervening time had been packed with platonic sex. He used her for quickies when aroused by a flirty waitress or an X-rated movie. Ms. Six consented to satiating his lust in café restrooms, darkened theatres or soon thereafter in the parking lot. She was often left out of the orgasm sharing, even when there was plenty of time for build-up in the rare overnight sessions. Then her fiancé had gotten deep underwater with the bookies. She attended a strange meeting with the casino bosses where they explained her role in cancelling her fiancé's gambling debts. The casino bosses were very graphic about the activities required for 'sincere cooperation'. Ms. Six had been shocked at the idea. She had refused. Her fiancé threw a tantrum and threatened to cancel their betrothal. 'If I abandoned you now, what self-respecting Greek boy would settle for damaged goods?' he asked. He insisted that she would be an everlasting embarrassment to her family. She had retracted her refusal and now here she was on a luxury yacht with a mysterious lover. Ms. Six lay next to Mr. Z, the skilled lover who proudly revealed Ms. Six's grandeur in the modified sexy toga. It was an honor to have her real inner and outer beauty displayed by this appreciative man for the other approving men. Then Mr. Z had taken his pleasure with her body and respected her needs. Ms. Six considered Mr. Z a real man. Ms. Six turned in his embrace, careful not to wake the dozing Mr. Z. Her legs enfolded his hips, holding his groin warmly in her pelvic crevasse. A finger traced his jaw line and she kissed his chin. She watched his eyelids flicker in REM sleep. Mr. Z was dreaming... ... Zack was sitting on the couch in the living room of his suburban home, lounging in casual clothes and slippers. It was after dinner and he was twisting about, playing a video game with a young boy. The more dexterous youth was joyfully beating him every time. "Dad, I can't believe you're so slow! Hah! Gotcha' again." A woman's voice called from another room. "Boys, it's late. Wrap it up and come to bed." The men of the house finished their final game and then toddled off to their rooms. Zack tucked the boy into bed and kissed his forehead. "Good night, son. Sleep tight; don't let the bed bugs bite." "Ahh, Dad... did you forget to call the exterminator... again?" The laughing boy dodged a playful swipe then snuggled under the blankets, happy and secure in a loving home. Zack went to the master bedroom. Ms. Six was sitting in her nightgown, her arms cradling a baby suckling at one of her perfect breasts. The baby was barely awake, only giving occasional puckers of its last bit of nursing. Ms. Six smiled up at Zack as he entered the room. "Darling, would you like to help me put your daughter to bed?" Zack took the babe in his arms and laid her in the crib on her tummy. He rubbed the child's back lovingly before covering her with a fluffy blanket. "Zack, my dear, come to bed." Zack crawled in beside the mother of his children and snuggled her. "I love you, Priscilla, I really love you." "I love you too, Zack." The hugs refocused to caresses, moved on to kisses, changed to shedding of bed clothes. Priscilla arranged her voluptuous mothering body to accommodate the noticeable eagerness of her husband. Zack wiggled into the warm embraces of his wife's bountiful body, worming his erection to its favorite position. The tip found moisture and burrowed in. His wife's silky tissues encircled his cock. He stroked gently... ... Zack woke slowly. Ms. Six had turned to face him. He was hugging her in a side saddle mount. His knob was embedded in her vagina, giving it modest probes. Ms. Six watched his face. Zack paused his genital probing when she worriedly whispered. "Mr. Z, who told you my name was Priscilla? No one on the cruise was supposed to know my real name." "I don't know your real name. You are Ms. Six to me." "You were dreaming of me, weren't you, Mr. Z? You murmured 'Priscilla' in your sleep." Zack shrugged. "Okay, but I was dreaming. You were my wife and mother of my children and we were making love. Yes, I called you Priscilla but I don't know why I did that. But you should know that the sex was incredibly pleasurable. May I show you?" Zack rekindled the gentle thrusts without presuming a reply. His mate's juicy pussy welcomed the prods and probes, nestling the cylindrical male invader. Priscilla, aka Ms. Six, felt a calm serenity permeate her insides. This must be what true love was like; she could get used to this novel experience. The man in her arms was more than just a fuck-mate. She now understood that label best described her fiancé. Unlike the little Greek boy who hadn't grown up, Zack was treating Priscilla with a lover's tenderness. The motions were gentle, stimulating a heat that flowed out from her pussy. Her plush boobs were squishing against Mr. Z's solid pecs. Tingles were bussing into her limbs, her fingers, her toes, her nipples. Suddenly, Priscilla's core squeezed hard on Zack's cock and she cried out. She hugged Zack tighter as she felt his body stiffen. Zack called out his orgasm and mirrored Priscilla's embrace. The familiar jets of sperm splashed her womb. The conjoined adults shuddered together until the spasms passed and then rested in each other's arms. Priscilla was quietly sobbing and struggling to suppress her tears. Zack nuzzled her face and kissed her brow. "Are you okay, Ms. Six?" She sniffled into a small smile. "Please call me Priscilla. I can be Ms. Six in front of the others but here with you, I want to be Priscilla." "Very well, Priscilla, I can do that until we part. Then you will return to your world, get on with your life and use any name you choose. I think you are destined to become a wonderful wife to some lucky man and an incredible mother to some very happy children. Rest here with me tonight and see what tomorrow brings." Total Woman Zodiac 11 Ms. Six was regretting her ill-advised engagement to the neighborhood chauvinist pig. How could she free herself from his clutches before it was too late? What would her parents say or do? She must find the courage to change her future. She pondered tactics while cuddled in Zack's arms until both resumed their slumbers. ----------------------------------------------------- Zack awoke the next morning in an empty bed. Aquinia was there and she explained how she had helped Ms. Six extricate herself from Zack's loving embrace and quietly leave. The yacht had returned to home port and it was time for all passengers to depart the ship and get on with their individual lives. From the rail, Zack saw Ms. Six, aka Priscilla, walk down the gang plank to her impatient boyfriend. He questioned her anxiously and, receiving the reply he hoped for, jumped for joy, smacked her ass and gave her two thumbs up. Ms. Six stoically endured it all. Then she followed behind her animated fiancé, towing her wheeled carry-on, gazing downward as her fiancé high pumped his arms in triumph all the way to his small car. He jumped in and left Priscilla to load her own satchel and manage her own door. She looked back towards the yacht and saw Zack at the rail. She blew him a kiss and cupped a fond wave. Then she let go of the past few days and refocused her new mindset on the present. Priscilla stood outside the closed passenger side door and waited. The car horn beeped and then beeped again. Priscilla stood her ground. The driver door popped open and the little man marched around the car, arms up in a 'What the fuck' gesture. Priscilla pointed at the rear passenger door. Her fiancé brusquely yanked it open as she placed her valise on the seat. She pointed again to the front passenger door, which he jerked open before she gracefully seated herself inside. He slammed it before trudging back to his side. The smoky car spun out of the parking lot. Zack smiled to himself. A long journey begins with a single step. The new Priscilla, the former Ms. Six, was displaying the spark of self-esteem that could flare into a blaze of true maturity and motherhood. There was hope after all. Most of the passengers had walked off by the time Aquinia gave Zack her parting goodbye kiss at the gangway. There was a young lady waiting dockside as he walked down the ramp. At midpoint, his watch began to vibrate. The woman furtively checked her ring and smiled at Zack. She stood attentively as Zack approached. Zack steeled his courage physically and emotionally to resume his traditional Zodiac role. "Good afternoon, sir. My name is Aquila. I was ordered by the rental car agency to drop your car here, confirm delivery and then await further instructions. My glowing Zodiac ring infers that you are the bearer of my 'further instructions'. What is your wish, sir?" "Call in and confirm delivery and then inform your employer that you are taking a week off. We are driving south to Florida. Let's go." Zack helped Aquila into the passenger seat before he jumped into the driver's seat. Aquila dutifully phoned in her status. Zack wheeled out of the parking lot and headed for the Interstate. During the next day and night, they took breaks to attend to Zack's whims: a rest stop blowjob, a motel room romp, a short hike into the surrounding woods for an outdoor fuck. Zack professionally evaluated Aquila, pumping his cock into her mouth and cunt until he was satisfied with her full range of abilities. At Jaxport, Zack delivered Aquila to another TWA Zodiac evaluation assessor and Zack took his next charge, Pamela, in exchange. Aquila would accompany the other Zodiac and his cluster of colleagues on their private jet to the Bahamas. She was booked for a group evaluation assessment. Zack would deliver Pamela to her next encounter in Miami; but only, of course, after the obligatory robust evaluation assessment by the Zodiac Emeritus. Zack was back in the role he had been born to fulfill: a Zodiac evaluation assessor for the prestigious alumni of Total Woman Academy. Total Woman Zodiac 12 Karl waited for his meeting with Zack in the atrium at Jaxport. He sipped a latte, watching passengers arrive and depart after lively reunions and tearful good-byes. But Karl mostly watched his charge, Pamela, sitting at the wrought iron café table with him. She was wearing a short sleeveless summer dress, her braless breasts playing sidewinder peek-a-boo in the large arm openings. No nipple flashed but much of her boob gave a show as she fidgeted, bending to adjust her heel straps or fluffing her hair. She twisted and turned, seeking out her next Zodiac among the milling throngs. Karl just enjoyed the view. Pamela had been thoroughly enjoyable during their last few days together. He had fucked her mercilessly, employing his usual rough demeanor. Karl was a newly appointed Zodiac, a promotion rewarding his illustrious career as a TWA Coach Tutor. Karl had been the bondage and domination instructor. His remarkable classroom presentations were a mere shadow of the techniques he expounded in private one-on-one practicums. Every TWA graduate spoke of his training with respect and trepidation. They had survived Karl's worst and were well acclimated to the post-graduation vanilla versions of rough sex they encountered later. However, they soon found there was no quick escape from Karl's influence. He was now a Zodiac and his wild tune-up practicums would be their recurring ordeal for several more years. A handsome pair approached Karl and Pamela's table. The man was tall and bold, assertive in his stride. The young lady trailing close behind was stunning in her beauty. Karl's watch buzzed and Pamela's ring gave a soft glow. Both stood in anticipation of the introductions and the Zodiac exchange. "Good morning. Are you Karl?' "Yes, good morning, are you Zack?" Contacts confirmed, the efficient Zodiacs executed the exchange. Zack guided Aquila forward into Karl's handclasp as he took Pamela's hand. The Zodiacs got their first good look-over of their next assignments. Aquila bowed her head slightly and said she was pleased to meet Karl, her companion for the next leg of her evaluation assessment. Karl guided her to sit and they began the inquiries and pleasantries. Meanwhile, Zack surveyed the young woman he was here to collect. Pamela was shoulder high to his large frame. When she stood, her billowy dress flashed her boobs. Zack's focus peeked from her face to her chest and back again. Her cherry lips smiled at the thought that Zack seemed pleased with her flirty dress. She had been trained to start a Zodiac encounter with a little respectful teasing. The male expected to be wooed. Zack was suitably impressed. Pamela wasn't due in Miami for several days but the intervening time would be enjoyably spent by Zack performing her evaluation assessment. He quickly said his farewells to Aquila and Karl. Karl was absorbed in Aquila's radiance and absently waved goodbye as Zack led Pamela out of the airport. Karl relaxed and held Aquila's hand on the tabletop as he progressed through a detailed conversation. What were her likes? Dislikes? Did she orgasm freely? On command? Oral or penetration or both? Restraints? Blindfolds? Groups? Men and women? Aquila answered the questions frankly without inhibition or embarrassment. She realized that she was going to be fucked almost endlessly by this man and his companions over the next several days; no need to act shy or innocent. She wanted Karl fully versed on her particulars so they could minimize the early faltering tryouts and get straight to the meat of the testing. Karl's attention was diverted to two sturdy well-dressed men approaching their table. He stood and motioned Aquila to her feet. "Kaleb! Kurt! Good to see you made it on time." There were handshakes all around until the new pair placed their attention on Aquila who had stood by deferentially during the brief reunion. Karl handled the introductions. "Gentlemen, please meet Aquila, our assignment for the weekend. This is Kaleb and Kurt. We will be your team of three for the group evaluation assessment at the Bahama island getaway this weekend." Aquila acknowledged the men standing before her. The men smiled back a look of recognition. These men were fathers of Aquila's TWA classmates. They had attended her Father-Daughter Senior Weekend at Total Woman Academy as guest coach tutors. Each gentleman had been lucky enough to be randomly chosen as one of Aquila's guest coach tutors and mentors. They had performed their duties with enthusiasm. They were eager to renew Aquila's carnal acquaintance. At the TWA Father Daughter Weekend, Kaleb had been Aquila's start-off trainer. It was his first experience at TWA as a guest coach tutor. He was hesitant to dive into the role, unsure of the exact boundaries for the sexual performances. Aquila had taken the lead. Starting coyly but confidently, she worked Kaleb through her elite repertoire of carnal routines and sensual activities. Kurt was astonished as Aquila drove his successive orgasms to ever higher zeniths. Then Kaleb found his groove and experimented with some long suppressed personal impulses. Aquila rose to the challenge and became his flawless fuck fantasy. The weekend's fifth and final session was preceded by the Sex Partner Swap Meet. Incredulous rumors about the budding superstar were spreading through the select group of guest coach tutors. Those fortunate fathers whose sexual vigor had been dissolved by Aquila's embrace whispered undying admiration. Kurt persevered through the swap negotiations with hard bargaining for Aquila's last available slot. His success was rewarded as he boldly indulged his rejuvenated libido throughout their night together. During the long bouts of foreplay and coitus, Kaleb submerged himself in Aquila's newly enriched sexuality. He compelled her to contain her cravings and focus first on his complete pleasure and satisfaction before releasing her own ecstasies. By dawn, Kaleb had proven to be her most formidable coach tutor; the exhausted Aquila had been fine-tuned into an even more proficient pleasure mate. Aquila's thoughts warmed with the anticipated rematch. Since that first college rendezvous weekend, she had discovered further secrets about fulfilling the male's gratification and was eager to demonstrate her hottest new techniques on the older gentlemen. Karl motioned all towards the exit. "Our plane is waiting. Shall we...?" Karl led the vibrant Aquila to their waiting aircraft; Kaleb and Kurt followed in awe. They thanked their lucky stars for this repeat opportunity to savor her vivacious body and her dutiful demeanor. --------------------------------------------- The speedboat was anchored at the mouth of the cove. The Pisces Island vacation villa sat centered between the protected beaches curving around the shallow inlet. Aquila was tethered to the handrails of the weathered veranda that spread across the front of the large Bahamian lodge. Karl, Kurt and Kaleb sat in a semi-circle chatting about the initial sexual play they had enjoyed with Aquila on the incoming flight. Aquila had been passed from seat to seat, slowly undressed piece by piece by each man in turn, fondled, slapped and tickled. She had reciprocated by teasing the men into unconsummated erections. It was a fun hour of foreplay. There had been no climaxes. On landing, Aquila had retrieved her panties but nothing else and paraded with the group topless to the waiting towncar. Further playfulness ensued enroute until the weekend revelers were delivered to the secluded vacation villa for Aquila's examination get-together. The group gathered in the afternoon sun on the seaside deck to organize the impending endeavors. Aquila leaned dreamily on the veranda rail as she gazed at the waves lapping the band of bright sand beach around the secluded cove. The trio of men lounged in conversation as they gazed at Aquila's attractive ass. They sipped fruity refreshments served to them by TWA graduates Nicky and Lucy, the resident housekeepers. The conversation was a negotiation of who, what, where, when and how for Aquila's coming weekend evaluation. A schedule and order of priorities gelled from the discussions. Aquila overheard the developing agenda. Although she was experienced with the practices being considered, the Zodiac and his two guests constantly asserted their intention to modify the tricks and techniques during any session to discover and improve on Aquila's inventiveness. Lucy and Nicky eavesdropped in order to be prepared to groom Aquila's body or pre-arrange props for the sexual postures and scenarios. The pair of resident housekeepers would also be on hand to comfort the exuberant men idled between their turns with Aquila. As the designated Zodiac, Karl went first. He approached the docile Aquila from behind. His hands circled her torso and hugged her back to him as he nuzzled her neck. Her breasts filled his hands as her face turned back and touched his lips. He disengaged her grip from the rail and whispered an invitation in her ear. The couple walked off the veranda onto the beachfront. Hand in hand they strolled into the warm azure water. At knee deep, Karl turned Aquila's back to the sea and pulled her into his embrace. They kissed deeply. Her boobs crushed against his chest. His hands plucked the string ties of her thong and pulled the wet garment off. It floated away in the current. Karl pressed down on her shoulders so that Aquila knew to return the partner disrobing. She knelt in the surf and slid Karl's swim trunks down his legs. His cock popped up and she licked the underside of the tubular appendage. Karl looked down to watch Aquila work her magic. Her lips and tongue swirled off the salty taste of sweat and sea. Karl firmed to the feeling. The wave ripples sloshed against Aquila's butt, running up her lower back and swirling around his legs. The sun had passed half below the horizon and the sky glowed rose. His cock was stiff and Aquila used her oral orifice to lever it down to horizontal, sliding it completely in and almost out. At each deep plunge, she paused long enough to swallow around the knob and suck hard. The sun continued its descent. Just as the last speck of the orange orb disappeared into the sea, Karl grabbed Aquila's head and held her face tight to his crotch. He bucked and cried out as the streams of cum jetted against the back of her tongue. Aquila swallowed valiantly, letting the goo drip from her tonsils and dribble down her throat. Karl eased up at the last moment to let her catch a breath. Re- oxygenated, Aquila spent a lingering time cleaning and soothing the shrinking meat until Karl pushed her back and let her rise. Hand in hand, the naked Karl and Aquila waded and walked to the beach stairs and ascended to the veranda. Kaleb and Kurt had not been idle during Karl's beach foray. Topless Nicky and Lucy were seated sidesaddle in their laps. Each man was taking his time to orally and manually explore the African and Oriental beauties. Kaleb had suckled Lucy's pert tits into nub capped cones while Nicky's larger chocolate brown breasts were tinted rosy from Kurt's hand mauling. Both men were still dressed in tees and shorts. The girls had been careful to hold back the males growing reserves of cum for Aquila's exclusive extraction. Karl ordered Nicky and Lucy to take charge of Aquila and prepare her for Kaleb's imminent evaluation assessment. The girls dismounted their perches and led Aquila inside the lodge. Karl settled in to chat with the pair of randy males until Kaleb call to duty. Karl would keep Kaleb's mind occupied until Aquila was ready to receive him into her lair. Nicky and Lucy worked on Aquila; preening her hair, nails, cosmetics and scents. They used black masquera on her almond shaped eyes, crimson gloss on her lips, accenting blush to highlight her sculpted face, painting her nipples and cunt lips a rosy pink. They laced her into a constricting black shelving corset and circled her wrists and ankles with stark black leather cuffs. They pinned her hair up tightly, a proper precaution should lose flailing tresses obscure her charms during later ecstatic writhing. Nicky helped Aquila mount the vertical box frame. They chained her ankles and wrists to the corners, displaying her near nakedness spread eagle in the middle of the bondage play suite. Arrayed for Kaleb's grand entrance, Aquila was unable to prevent Lucy from pulling a few tresses loose across her face in a hint of dishevelment, coyly masking her eyes as if she had been manhandled already. Nicky gave the Hispanic fashion model one last circular inspection as Lucy went to summon Kaleb into the scene. She perfected the scene with an adjustment of a corset tie, tightening a slack chain and a few nipple plucks to erect the nubs. Lastly, Nicky used her own tongue to wet Aquila's cherry lips, lingering for a sensual returned kiss from her TWA alumni colleague. They tongue played until footsteps in the hallway heralded Aquila's approaching evaluation assessment team. Lucy escorted Kaleb into the room. His eyes went wide. Stunned at the coarseness of the scheme, he hesitated until Lucy gently pressed him forward. He slowly circled the bound buxom captive. Aquila held her gaze forward while Kaleb circled behind but glanced sideways at the smirking Nicky who was amused at Kaleb's innocent reaction. Karl and Kurt had snuck to the doorway to watch Kaleb's first impressions. Kaleb continued his enthralled circuit around the waiting Aquila. He stopped in front and took his time. He hefted and fondled Aquila's pink tipped globes and palmed her fleshy cunt. His middle finger found moisture and probed inside to feel her warmth and texture. Aquila accepted the handling without altering her gaze. Karl beckoned Lucy and Nicky from the room and closed the door to give Kaleb the implied authority to continue uninhibited. Kaleb's all night use of Aquila would be followed in the morning by an invigorated Kurt. Karl enjoyed these group sessions. The guest coach tutors would exercise the subject so that Karl could evaluate her under maximum weariness and thereby judge her stamina. If she could measure up to his final testing after a protracted lead up, she was worthy of the TWA title. For now, he had time before his scheduled time with her. Outside in the hallway, Karl drew near Nicky. His lips whispered her instructions. "Kurt is allowed one cum this evening but the rest of the night is for percolation. Be sure he is in prime heat by morning so that he can last all day tomorrow when he swaps out with Kaleb." Nicky acknowledged Karl's instructions with a cheek kiss, then led Kurt off to a bedroom, ready to play her part in the guest tutor's preparations. She would allot Kurt his one fantasy fuck before barring him from prostate relief until Aquila had her turn with him. Karl took Lucy's hand and led her out on the veranda under the moonlight. He wasn't due to take over Aquila until the next evening. There was plenty of time to play tonight with Lucy. Her cunt was rumored to be legendary tight and he fancied some firsthand proof. He was still naked from Aquila's surf blowjob. Lucy was topless with only a brief beach wrap on her hips. Karl lay on a lounge while Lucy leaned over him, offering her nipples to his amusement as she manually stroked his cock. Karl drew her face in for a kiss. Lucy's lips played with Karl's tongue as her petite fingers wrapped his rod and her thumb skimmed the V beneath his crown. Karl was already semi-hard. His hand stole to her pussy and found dew on the surface. He inserted a digit to test her lubrication. Lucy's wet channel was tight on his finger and already throbbing with excited little muscle ticks. During gaps in their kisses, Lucy giggled as she tried to reengage the canoodling. Karl pulled his finger from her groin and let Lucy slurp her moisture from his hand. Karl reattached lips to lips and twisted Lucy's nipples during the oral play. Lucy squeaked when he pinched or twisted too hard. Her cones were becoming rosy from the handling. Karl was now solid in her little grip. It was time. Karl gripped Lucy's waist and held her whole body aloft above his prone groin. As he lowered her, Lucy found her perch and braced on her knees; she used her hands to elevate Karl's meaty shaft. They worked together for alignment. As Lucy hovered above, Karl let her wiggle on the knob, trying to accommodate its bulk. Small slippery steps let the probe lodge in the fleshy gash. The paramours worked diligently to get the plug into the receptacle. All in, Karl let Lucy squirm around to accommodate the intruder. When she felt ready, Lucy began the up and down shuffle. Karl's inside information had proved correct. Lucy was tight and textured. Her womb scoured his corona with each stroke. Despite his recent blowjob from Aquila, he remained sensitive to the cunt on cock cuddles. After Lucy had mounted up, Karl allowed her to set the pace. He stared into her eyes as she watched his face and body for the progress of his arousal. Karl was breathing heavier and his hips involuntarily jogged against her thrusts, hitting hard on her clitoris. Lucy's cunt was getting its own heat up and she was juicing freely on the man probe packing her pussy. The starry night domed the veranda with a calm and sheltering ambiance, counterpoint to the frantic fucking of the two lovers engrossed in their carnal mating. The coupling went on and on but not forever. Karl's breath erupted in gusts now and Lucy knew the end was near. She bore down: tighter, longer, and quicker. She timed her own peak to arrive just as Karl arched his back and lifted her. She clamped her cunt muscles as she felt the dual sensations of the semen flooding her womb and the orgasm washing through her own tensed frame. Their cries startled the nearby fauna that paused in their scurries to judge the danger. As the copulating humans quieted, the birds and bees resumed their nocturnal endeavors in the foliage surrounding the soft lit human love nest. --------------------------------------------------- Kaleb had barely noticed the door close as Karl, Kurt, Nicky and Lucy departed. His hands were busy playing with the bound Aquila's corseted body. Aquila was wholly amenable to his pats and pets, less so to the pulls and nips. Kaleb thumbed her nipples and ran a finger along the line of her neck. The caresses were innocent to Kaleb but stimulating for Aquila. He pinched her cunt lips and nipples. She shivered in something between a tingle and a chill. The skin to skin wipes gave the warm tingle. Kaleb's pinches and pulls on her pink feminine zones gave her a cold chill. She was restrained and became resigned to the rough foreplay as Kaleb grew bolder. He muttered dark instructions. "Let's see how well you contain your own emotions as you concentrate on my pleasure. Not a sound. Understand?" "Yes, sir" she whispered. Kaleb frowned. "I said 'not a sound'. Did you understand my command?" Aquila silently nodded her response. Kaleb placed his finger at her lips; Aquila sucked the digit, wetting it. Kaleb pressed it to her pussy and slid in. He wormed around, finding that his preparations were effective. Aquila sensitized vaginal muscles throbbed on his finger. Kaleb stood close, eyeball to eyeball, listening to Aquila's breath as he found her G spot. Each touch on the squishy rise made Aquila's eyes widen and her breath catch. Her face flushed, evident beneath the striking dark makeup. Kaleb circled the focus of his finger. Aquila opened her mouth but closed it quickly in a muffled whimper as her body shook from the manually induced orgasm. Kaleb pressed hard and watched her closed eyes clench and relax as each spasmodic wave did its magic on her body. Aquila finally slumped in her restraints, hanging her head in exhausted serenity. Total Woman Zodiac 12 Kaleb waited until Aquila recovered her breath. He started again; it took longer this time but he achieved his goal. Several more cycles ensued. Aquila looked more and more flushed and perspiration sheened her skin. Some of her sweat spattered on Kaleb whenever the orgasms made Aquila shake wildly in her bound condition. Her masquera ran streaks down her cheeks. A limit of sorts was reached where Aquila ceased to respond to Kaleb's fingering. He withdrew his digit. He circled Aquila, his full cock jittering horizontal as he paced. Kaleb was almost ready but not quite. He loosed Aquila's chains and ordered her to re-preen in the bathroom. Kaleb lay naked on the bed when Aquila emerged reverted to her earlier splendor. She joggled across the room and mounted the mattress on hands and knees beside him. Her makeup was renewed but the all-over flushed skin bespoke the lingering effects of her multiple pleasure peaks. Her corset clinched her waist, making her tits and ass look fuller and more sensuous. Aquila halted above him, waiting for Kaleb's commands. He had confirmed her passionate self-control during immense stimulus. Now Aquila would be free to concentrate on Kaleb's total gratification. Kaleb's cock trembled in time with his heartbeat. Aquila noted the movement and her hand hovered near it. She surveyed Kaleb's face for his consent to her impending touch. "You may..." he said. Aquila enveloped Kaleb's cock in her fingers, using the index finger pad to circle the V. Her hand slowly jacked the shaft. She maintained eye contact, studying Kaleb's irises for dilation, the unmistakable measure of arousal. When they widened, she relented, keeping him on a plateau of excitement. Kaleb swooned into a near twilight daze, watching her darkened eyes stare him down. He was droopy when the spasms in his groin began and he sensed a warm wetness surround his cock as it injected his sperm into Aquila's facial orifice. Aquila had watched Kaleb's surge to his sensuous summit and at the last moment closed over and sucked hard on his erupting manhood. The guest coach tutor and evaluation assessor was full of a day's worth of pent-up cum and the expelled magnitude quickly filled her mouth. She swallowed the bulk of it and then plunged the knob down her throat to propel the follow-on shots straight to her stomach, performing swallowing gulps to massage the meat lodged between her tonsils. All the while, she maintained pseudo eye contact with the overwhelmed man in her oral clutches. Even after the finale of the sperm volleys, Kaleb stayed in a dreamy body lock, unable to détente. Finally, as Aquila watched, waited and suckled, he slowly dropped his full weight back into the mattress. Aquila sensed the stiffness retreat from Kaleb's dick but prolonged her attention to his enduring sensations. Kaleb petted Aquila's tresses and she took the cue to decouple. She crawled to his side and fingered his nipples, stealing a quick kiss from the satisfied Kaleb. They petted for an hour while Kaleb rebuilt his libido. He rose and Aquila waited on her back as he surveyed the bed for the expected chain binding appurtenances. He secured her wrist cuffs wide to the bedstead corners and captured her ankles in reflective restraints. Lifting her ass by yanking up on the corset front, he slid a pillow underneath, elevating and rolling her groin upward. Aquila was better positioned for the next act. She tilted her gaze downward, attempting to observe the interaction but Kaleb pressed her forehead back so that Aquila was staring at the ceiling instead. She awaited Kaleb's next preference for the handling of her body. Kaleb knelt between Aquila's spread eagle thighs and thumbed her clitoris. His other hand pointed his engorged cock at her pussy and the tip danced against her vulva lips. Aquila made small hip circles, flexing her core muscles, aiding his motions on her pink feminine portal. Kaleb sank his knob half in as they collaborated on perfecting the carnal connection. More cooperative efforts afforded a half deep penetration. Kaleb's corona was positioned level with Aquila's G spot but he halted his movements. Aquila jogged her hips to signal her desire for more pressure on the nerve cluster. Kaleb leaned forward, braced his hands on the mattress and held fast. He watched her frustration build. The restrained Aquila toiled furiously with her belly and butt muscles to increase the nerve tingling sweeps. Each vaginal revolution gave alternate caresses to Kaleb's knob and then more directly on the base of the shaft. It was almost a rotary stimulation. Aquila tried harder to increase the stimulation and was huffing and puffing from her exertions. Her oscillating breasts drove her pert nipple tips in circles above her chest. When Kaleb perceived that Aquila was reaching her interim limit of energy, he relented and gave a few coordinated shaft strokes to help her out. That led to longer moves and a buildup of masculine tension which Kaleb finally unleashed into Aquila's womb along with his cum ropes. Kaleb slept and awoke intermittently during the night, remaining missionary pose saddled atop the splayed out Aquila. He slogged out several more ejaculations, letting Aquila have her own orgasms in the course of some of them. At dawn, Lucy arrived to help with the change of scenarios. Kaleb crawled off of Aquila and Lucy guided the readjustment and new position for Aquila. She was now fastened sideways on the mattress with her head laying backward over the edge facing the door. Lucy gave Aquila an upside down kiss, patted her cheek and wished her well with her next appointment due to begin shortly. Lucy and Kaleb departed. ---------------------------------------------- After Kaleb had been summoned into Aquila's boudoir the previous evening, the others had departed to allow Kaleb uninterrupted access to Aquila's charms and wiles. Nicky led Kurt to a designated bedroom. She had been given her orders regarding Kurt's preparations and fully intended to comply. It was sooner rather than later that found Nicky and Kurt naked and prone on the comfortable mattress intertwined in foreplay. Kurt would be allowed one ejaculation tonight. Nicky was charged with delivering a rejuvenated Kurt and his restocked energies for the scheduled all-day stint with Aquila. Nicky let Kurt play, caress and kiss. His hands and lips were everywhere: face, lips, ears, neck, boobs and nipples. For her part, she petted his back, face and legs but avoided his very hard erection. They played like that for hours. It was after midnight. Kurt was getting agitated at Nicky's reserved involvement. He rubbed his raging erection against her thighs. She drew back when he tried to lay his meat in her cleavage for a boob fuck. Kurt drew Nicky's head to his groin but she kissed his stomach and nuzzled his navel. Kurt was getting hotter and more animated. Finally, he pinned Nicky on her back and probed his stiff prick at her pussy. She relented and spread her thighs, grateful that Kurt wanted a cunt fuck. The foreplay had her aroused as well and she welcomed the imminent mutual intercourse. Kurt drove in, sliding all the way, finding that Nicky was equally inclined to mate. He stroked briskly, his pent-up ardor ready for rapid release. It was not long in coming. He emptied his full load in five gigantic bursts. The power of the shots drained away his angst and he kept small thrusts active as Nicky's delayed response washed her with ecstasy. They lay entwined until sleep overtook them. Very early in the morning, Nicky stirred Kurt awake with small rubs on his cock. They kissed and continued their play. Kurt was up for another bout with Nicky but it was not to be. As dawn broke, Nicky exited the bed and pulled Kurt with her. They crept naked down the hallway to Aquila's quarters. Nicky pried the door open and peered inside. She saw that Aquila was alone and arranged. Nicky drew Kurt in a final lip lock; mashing his chest with her boobs and feeling his stiffness bump her stomach. She released her hold and pressed Kurt through the half open portal to Aquila's waiting presence. She closed the door behind him. Nicky had faithfully fulfilled her duty. Kurt surveyed the upside down face that the shackled Aquila presented. Aquila saw Kurt's interest and licked her cherry lips in invitation. Kurt was throbbing from his long night of foreplay with Nicky and ready to rumble. He strode to the waiting woman, his cock bobbing before him. He never hesitated. Kurt's knob bounced against Aquila's forehead, tapped her nose and came to a landing on her inverted mouth. Aquila opened wide and Kurt kept going. His balls rested on Aquila's nostrils when his prick hit bottom... and erupted. Kurt quickly drew back and let loose the following volleys across Aquila's bare nipples and corseted torso. He milked his prick, dribbling the last drops on her face. Kurt held his softening prick in one hand as he released one of Aquila's wrist restraints. "Untie yourself and get off the bed" he commanded. Aquila undid the other wrist and unclipped her ankles. She stood beside the bed, man-juice dripping from her tits and chin. The corset was cum stained. Her hair was speckled with a few pearls of sperm. She looked like a well-used medieval wench. "Ready for more?" asked Kurt as he slowly stroked his still substantial penis. "Do you want me like this or should I sweeten up for you?" "Take a moment to refresh but don't take too long. I am so ready to fuck you." Kurt slapped her ass as he sent her towards the bathroom. Kurt was standing by the bed when Aquila emerged. The spunk was gone and her makeup refreshed. She stopped close in front of him. Kurt grabbed her arm and pushed Aquila down on the mattress. She posed with her feet planted wide and her body braced on hands as she half leaned over the edge. Kurt walked against her backside and placed his newly reinvigorated knob against her pussy lips. Aquila was moist with the expectation of more rough use. Kurt cupped her tits from behind and pushed his cock hard into her slot. The strokes were long and lively. Kurt kneaded her boobs, pinched the nipples and slammed his erection inside her again and again and again, gradually quickening the pace. Aquila hung her head, shook her hair and moaned. Her compliant demeanor quickened Kurt's lust. He peaked and loaded her cunt with his spunk. They collapsed on the bed, Aquila pinned beneath Kurt's bulk. All day the pair engaged in sex: standing, lying down, seated, inverted, every variation imaginable. Kurt and Aquila didn't cum every time; there are limits to human functionality. But Aquila was getting to the stage of weariness dictated by TWA Evaluation Assessment protocols for group conditions. Late in the afternoon, Kurt was lying on his side as Aquila spooned him. She was mimicking a wrap-around hand-job caress though Kurt was struggling to maintain any kind of erection at this point. Lucy and Nicky entered and pronounced the end of Aquila's 24-hour warm-up. They assisted Kurt to don a waist wrap and Lucy led the mesmerized man off to his suite. Lucy would spend the night with Kurt, attending to his grooming and comfort; affable to carry on with whatever he was disposed to carry out for the remainder of the erotic weekend. Meanwhile, Nicky hustled Aquila through a hasty tidy up, fixing her hair, makeup, perfume. She tightened the cuffs and corset laces which the past days raucous activities had slackened. Aquila stood in heels, hair pinned up, makeup perfect and skin glistened while Nicky did a final circuitous inspection of the TWA graduate before her formal presentation to Karl. The official Zodiac evaluation assessor's appraisal was the only one that mattered. But Karl would consider the other guest tutors' opinions which he would surely hear during their casual debriefing on the airplane ride back to the mainland. Satisfied with their joint preparations, Nicky clipped Aquila's wrists behind her back and strutted the feminine masterpiece to Karl's suite. Nicky knocked once as a courtesy before opening the door and leading Aquila inside. Karl was seated naked in the middle of the room. The trio took a moment to absorb the situation. Karl opened his arms to invite Aquila closer. Nicky stood aside as Aquila stepped forward. She stopped at arm's length while Karl scanned her up and down. His hands turned her by her hips so he could study her back view. Karl smoothed a hand across Aquila's ass cheeks as he murmured his appreciation. "Very nice work, ladies... very nice indeed." He checked Aquila's cuffs, finding them properly secure. "Nicky, please help me stage her properly." Nicky steadied Aquila as she shuffled backward into seated reverse cowgirl in Karl's lap. Her bound hands pressed against Karl's stomach and she shifted to reduce the obstacle. Karl's hands pulled her hips back until Aquila's ass was snug against his groin. Nicky was fumbling between their thighs, poking Karl's stiffness against Aquila's vulva. Aquila leaned far forward to assist as Karl cupped her tits to hold her from falling. The trio worked Karl inside Aquila's pussy until she was mounted balls deep. "Thank you, Nicky. You're dismissed" Karl huffed. Aquila turned her face up to say 'adieu'; Nicky knelt and gave Aquila's pursed lips a deep kiss before taking her leave. "Aquila, stroke my cock. Show me what you can do in this position." Aquila lifted her ass using only her legs. Her thigh muscles were well developed by the many hours in many positions she had repeated at the Total Woman Academy. She had successfully progressed through the TWA curriculum as she mastered the various roles and techniques. But this position was one of the most difficult and she was already nearly worn-out from satiating first Kaleb and then Kurt continuously through the preceding day. But then that was the point of the group evaluation assessment. Aquila had the desire to succeed. But did she have the stamina to endure the extreme demands of elite power dating? Could she successfully captivate an influential Alpha male into becoming her life-mate? Aquila's cunt stroked Karl's cock like a well-oiled piston. Karl's fists kneaded her boobs in time with his varied rhythm mandates. Aquila took the cues and altered her technique accordingly. Her toned ass jogged pleasantly against his groin. Aquila kept her unusable hands out of the way. Karl seemed pleased with her efforts and achieved his first orgasm after a modest time in this first session. During the afterglow, Karl held Aquila's warm butt tight against his lap as he nuzzled her neck and sniffed her perfumed hair. Aquila rolled her neck to first pet Karl's cheek and then offered her lips for a kiss. Karl took the excuse to taste her cherry lipstick. He switched hands, his arms crossing her chest in a boob clenching hug. Aquila relaxed in place, waiting for Karl to lose his erection and decide on her next task. But the slackening in his erection never came. Unbeknownst to Aquila, Karl the professional Zodiac had reserved his formidable power by avoiding overplay with the two housekeepers. He murmured in the weary Aquila's ear. "That was fine for a start but now we will see how much you want a good assessment report. Massage my buried prick in place with your vaginal muscles until I cum again." Karl hugged Aquila tighter, squeezing her soft mammary orbs now cupped in his hands. Aquila hung her head and concentrated her mind on her core. She clamped the ring of muscles surrounding the base of Karl's cock near her vaginal lips. Several repetitions gave her a review of the necessary muscle control on that lowest spot. Her focus moved higher. She tested her central sleeve, compressing her spongy flesh around Karl's mid-shaft. When she was sure she had recollected her expertise there, she shifted her attention to his deeply buried knob. This stimulus was more of a descending push on the cap, the pressure wave flowing from tip slit to corona. Karl recognized Aquila's practice moves and appreciated that the dedicated TWA graduate was tuning her womb for the coming sexual recital. Karl had spent years at the Total Woman Academy coaching and testing this technique. He found these pleasant warm-ups an ego boosting addiction. The devoted female was focusing her whole being on maximizing the male's gratification. Aquila tested her efforts on Karl's cock with one continuous ripple wave, clamping his erection sequentially from root to tip. She was ready and paused in place, awaiting Karl's permission to proceed. Karl took a few cleansing breathes and exhaled completely. "Yes, my dear, you may start." Karl felt the pressure surge clamp and release up his penis. At the beginning, Aquila used light pressure at each point. The first waves were slow and Karl's penile nerves felt each sensual caress. Then the waves increased in intensity and speed and Karl took notice of Aquila's expertise. The sequential rings of pressure moved up his cock, milking him. The caresses had the consistency and pace of a warm, wet hand-job. Karl had the added benefit of hugging Aquila's loving body to his and breathing deeply of her feminine fragrance. The total experience was one of Karl's favorites and Aquila was very good at it. She was so good that Karl found himself rising quicker than usual. As he squeezed tighter on her tits and moaned louder in her ear, fatigued Aquila found her second wind for the sprint to the finish line. She clamped tighter and longer everywhere, consequently falling out of sequence. It caused her a bit of angst. Would Karl notice her faltering precision? But Karl was beyond caring about form. Aquila sensed his peak and clamped solidly on the masculine probe in her womb. Karl reared up and spurted his essence deep inside Aquila's pulsating flesh tube. The conjoined bodies took longer to recover. They finally unraveled. They showered together and Karl instructed Aquila that she could forgo the corset for the rest of their time together. Instead, he showed her the costume closet that she would use for the remainder of their time together. The walk-in closet doubled as a small changing room that emerged onto an wood parquet floor area resembling a level stage. Karl sat in a chair in front of it to await Aquila's presentations. Aquila started the burlesque show by emerging as a plaid skirted schoolgirl complete with pigtails, knee socks, plaid mini-skirt and cropped top white blouse. She plucked her lower lip with a coy finger. Karl stepped to her, positioned her leaning over a stage prop school desk and flipped up the pleated skirt. It took him no time to pull aside the frilly panties and plunge his cock in. Her thick black school shoes drummed off the floor when he shoved hard on the furious ending strokes. Aquila left to change as Karl refracted. Aquila next emerged attired in a full body cat suit. She prowled the stage on hands and knees, stalking back and forth with predator like eye contact before slinking to the naked seated Karl. She nuzzled and cat-lapped a great blowjob which Karl rewarded with cum spurted on her costume whiskered face. Next was a business woman. Aquila wore a wool pencil skirt, a boob bulging tailor fitted jacket and spike heels. She completed the effect with thick rimmed glasses and a hair bun. This was one of Karl's lifelong fantasies, harking back to his youthful schoolboy days. The teacher matrons had taken his virginity and more. He could never get enough MILF sex thereafter. Karl bounded on stage with the fervor of curiosity. He removed the buttoned jacket and discovered Aquila's braless nipples boldly poking against the strained sheer blouse. The slim skirt was stripper ready with Velcro closures. Karl ripped it off before twisting Aquila around and popping open the thin blouse. The fierce action swayed her boobs and enticed Karl to tease and nip the dancing nipples. He followed the standard script he used when presented with any semi-stripped maven. Karl towed the tottering Aquila to the carpet area, laid her down on the floor and pounded her cunt missionary style through a tear in the crotch of her panty-hose. Her nylon covered legs burnished his thighs as her black leather stilettos drummed on his ass. It was good for both when Karl finally drained his balls inside her snatch. Total Woman Zodiac 12 Throughout the night, Aquila donned other fantasy costumes. Karl partially ripped them from Aquila's body and decorated the room with the discarded scraps of shredded clothing. Aquila inventiveness goaded Karl's insatiable libido. He doused the infernos with floods of semen n and on Aquila's body. Aquila employed unfathomed reserves to keep the seductive shows fresh and titillating. For Karl to provide a good evaluation assessment report, Aquila must persevere and demonstrate her stamina in the face of Karl's extreme methods. At dawn, the exhausted Karl and Aquila spooned naked on the mattress. Lucy snuck in to retrieve the fantasy artiste and doled out Aquila's share of the housekeeping functions required of the resident team. Over mid-morning brunch, the trio of men gathered on the veranda for a debriefing. There was sober analysis of Aquila's skilled techniques and boisterous laughter for certain unexpected scenarios. They agreed Aquila deserved a good evaluation assessment report and recommended her promotion to the next level. The three women had discretely withdrawn to a separate cluster and heard Aquila's version of the ecstasy filled weekend. Aquila described in anatomical detail her activities with the different men. She was fatigued but in good spirits. She wished she could stay on as a resort staff housekeeper rather than return to her regular job on the mainland and its vanilla drudgery. She was thrilled when Lucy and Nicky took her up on the serendipitous request. In fact, a select group of potential Total Woman Academy guest tutors were scheduled to arrive shortly for a week-long residence. Lucy and Nicky were tasked by the TWA organization with verifying the male candidates' virility. They were to collate and submit detailed reports on the men's suitability as permanent Coach Tutors. Would Aquila be amenable to reversing roles and assist with evaluating these Alpha males' skills and abilities? Aquila readily agreed. When the motor launch pulled away from the resort dock at noon, the Zodiac and his two colleagues waved their farewells from the boat's deck. The trio of lovely TWA graduates who were remaining in residence blew kisses back. A second inbound launch passed them in the cove and docked in their stead at the debarking berth. Karl watched as six brawny middle-aged men disgorged onto the dock. The three micro-kini clad ladies took one Coach Tutor candidate on each arm as they ascended to the veranda. The group went through the obligatory cheerful introductions with boob crushing hugs and sociable kisses. That was Karl's parting sight as his launch rounded the inlet arm and the dream fulfilling resort slid from his view. His group evaluation assessment of Aquila was complete. Karl turned his imagination and virility to his next assignment and his unwavering commitment to fulfill his professional duties as a Total Woman Academy Zodiac.