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Date: Sun, 19 Mar 2000 15:10:18 -0500
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FRIDAY
Next day was Friday, and the twins suggested that since I was going to
do a party on a yacht, I ought to have some lingerie with a nautical
theme, and maybe some sexy swim suits too. I thought this was a good
idea, so as soon as the girls were off to school, I called EROS to ask
if they had such things. Cindy wasn't sure about the sailor stuff, but
she would ask the head seamstress to come up with something. Yes, they
had lots of sexy swimwear, and I should come over to pick out what I
thought I would need.
When I arrived at the EROS building, Cindy was talking with a woman
wearing short hair died dark purple, a black leather vest with no
blouse or bra under it, and a black leather mini-skirt short enough to
show the garter tabs holding up purple fishnet stockings. Her black
pumps had heels of at least 3". Her lean muscular body was attractive
in its own way. "This is Joan." Cindy introduced us. "She is a
professional dominatrix, and a very good customer.
I told her I had never met a dominatrix before, and would be nervous
about being one of her, er, clients.
"Don't knock it 'til you try it, beautiful." She looked me up and down
with an appraising smile. I managed to stammer that I would never
knock it, and maybe I might even try it. "No time like the present!"
she declared, gripping my arm. She leaned toward me and whispered in
my ear, "You're going to eat my pussy!" Before I had a chance to
resist, she was guiding me down the hall to where she pushed open a
door and we entered a restroom. She leaned against a sink, and with
the grip she still had on my arm, forced me down to kneel before her.
Her other hand lifted that mini-skirt to reveal an absence of panties,
framed by a garter belt. Her pussy was a mass of bristly dark hair,
hiding thick petals. I inhaled the aroma that came wafting out of her,
and my own desire was kindled. I shoved my tongue between her swollen
lips and tried to fuck her with it, reaching far inside her slick
tunnel until she was squirming with delight.
Her juicy pussy drooled all over my mouth. The odor grew more pungent
the longer I licked her. I withdrew my tongue and began sucking on her
swollen, raspberry coloured clitoris as I slipped two fingers up inside
her cunt. I felt the power of her thighs as she lifted a leg and
hooked it over my shoulder. She ground her pussy enthusiastically into
my face as I sucked her harder.
The door opened, and I might have backed off if it weren't for that leg
around me. Cindy took in the scene quickly, and said "Don't stop on my
account!" She stepped around me to enter a toilet stall, but I could
see through the corner of my eye that she didn't close the door. I
attacked Joan's cunt with renewed vigour, as Cindy slipped her panties
off and raised her knees and her skirt. She never took her eyes off us
as she sat on the toilet seat, then I saw the glitter and heard the
tinkle of her pee. I was totally turned on by the sight of that golden
flow, and had a moment's perverse wish that it was flowing onto my face
and into my mouth. I imagined that her pee was dribbling down my chin
and my chest and my crotch and down my inner thighs. I kept watching,
as Cindy wiped her cute little snatch with toiled tissue, mentally
tasting her pussy between her widely parted thighs.
I plunged my tongue back into the hairy cunt before me, gobbling and
sucking as if to drink down Cindy's piss from within this darkly
aromatic cunt. Then I felt hands parting my thighs where I knelt, and
in moments Cindy had slid her head between my legs, and her mouth was
sucking at the crotch of my panties. My tongue worked overtime as I
fought to concentrate on giving rather than getting, even as Cindy's
fingers pulled my panties aside and her tongue began to caress my pussy
lips.
I flicked my tongue quickly back and forth across Joan's excited
clitoris, and her juicy spending rolled down my chin as she began to
wail in her climax. I just kept right on sucking, and soon my orgasm
came too, thanks to Cindy's talented tongue. Joan finally couldn't
take any more, and pushed me away. She took a couple of deep breaths,
then simply walked out without another word.
Cindy got up from the floor and threw her arms around me,
"Congratulations! You just guaranteed at least a ten-thousand-dollar
sale! And you get a fifteen percent commission!" Then Cindy showed me
down the hall to the swimwear room.
All of the swimsuits were daring, without a conservative one in the
lot. Of course there were micro-string bikinis, single-piecers with
wild cutouts in tantalizing places. I picked out one that came so low
in the back that it would show off most of the crack of the wearer's
rear. I wanted something that would appeal to the friends of a rich
woman in her sixties, so I picked up some little beach cover-ups,
ranging from
fairly opaque to completely transparent. A young woman entered. "Hi,
I'm Rhonda, swimsuit coordinator. You must be Margaret. I understand
your first outing is Mary Caldwell's yacht party. Very impressive!"
Rhonda is a pretty girl, with a pert little nose in a round face,
sparkling eyes and a ready smile. Her brunette hair just lightly
brushes her shoulders. She has full breasts and a tiny waist that
curves beautifully out to softly rounded hips.
But it was her clothing that really caught my eye. She wore a
swimsuit, cut just like a regular racing suit. It was made of a
totally unique fabric. It was a shimmering, pearly opalescent grey,
with hints of pink and pale blue and green. But when she turned a
certain way, it became almost completely transparent. Rather like the
hologram on most credit cards, where you can see a symbol but if you
turn it a bit the symbol disappears; as Rhonda moved, her navel and
nipples and even her dark pubic patch would shimmer into view, then
vanish. It was the sexiest bit of clothing I had ever seen, and
instantly I knew that I could sell this. I just stared at her.
Rhonda was clearly used to this reaction, and she giggled. Reaching
for my hands, she told me, "Here, feel it." She held my hands to her
full tits. I wasn't surprised, not after my experiences with Valena,
Cindy and Joan. Instead of pulling away, I ran my hands over that swim
suit; down past that slim waist to her hips, and behind to cup her
rear, and pull her to me so I could kiss her. This seemed to be normal
behavior at EROS, for her hands wrapped around my back, and her tongue
flicked out to taste my lips. After a few minutes we broke off our
kiss, with a look in our eyes that made an unspoken promise of future
passion.
A little old lady bustled into the room, bearing an armload of
garments. She regarded Rhonda and me in our embrace, and grinned.
"This is the best I could do for sailor outfits on such short notice,"
she told me as if I should have known weeks ago about tomorrow's party.
"I see you like my new bathing-suit fabric." I started to let go of
Rhonda, but this little woman stopped me, "Don't worry dear. I've
licked a titty or two in my time! Now take this little panel number."
She held up a sheer little beach shirt, with pockets strategically
located to hide a bit more. "I've sewed some gold braid onto the
sleeves, four stripes for a captain, but I can do three for a
lieutenant. I also have these little silk epaulettes, and collar pips
to put along the neck line, since these things don't have collars.
What do you think?"
"That's fine for the officers," I told her, "but for the crew can you
do a short little version that only covers the breasts, and attach a
silky blue and white bandana tie?"
"No problem! It's settled then, gold trim for officers and blue for
crew." The little lady cheerfully shuffled her way out.
"Who was that?" I asked, and learned that that was Harriet, genius
seamstress, who could get any two fabrics together and make them look
good. Rhonda also told me to expect her to pinch my bum, and I should
try to stay on her good side by occasionally patting her rear. Rhonda
and I were instant friends, so we sat up on this room's long table.
She told me about some of the other staff, but I can introduce them
later. At one point Valena came in to thank me for helping on the sale
to Joan, explaining that the better Joan likes the sex she gets at
EROS, the more she spends. (I wondered if that was a deliberate pun,
but decided not to ask.) And today she spent a lot. Valena gave me a
long, meaningful kiss, then favoured Rhonda with a quick kiss and a
caress of her tits, before gliding out again. Soon after, Harriet
returned with a small stack of perfectly stitched samples of the new
nautical line. I left Eros feeling full of optimism for the next day.
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That evening, Rachel approached me to ask if I could do a lingerie
party on the next Tuesday evening. One of the young women at the
university was about to get married, and the women of her dormitory
wanted to throw a wedding shower for her, a lingerie shower. Of course
I agreed, and she sat down beside me on the couch to thank me with a
soft and voluptuous kiss. I allowed my lips to part and admit her soft
and sensuous tongue.
We kissed long and slow, her tongue teasing mine and inviting me to
return the favor. I kissed her back, attempting to meet her tongue for
tongue, kiss for kiss. Her hand slid slowly up my thigh, caressing the
insides of my thighs through my panty-hose. I allowed my thighs to
part, and soon she was massaging my pussy through the sheer nylon.
Rachel's probing fingers felt so delicious that I let her have her way
with me. She began to kiss her way down my neck, and her hand emerged
from under my skirt to unbutton my blouse. Her warm wet kisses didn't
stop at my bra, and soon she was sucking at my excited nipples right
through the lace. I let my head fall back as she released the front
closure of my bra, and started to play with one nipple while her tongue
made lazy circles around the other, making them exquisitely, achingly
hard. "Oh, yes!" I breathed, as her lips left my tits and made their
slow way back up my throat.
"I want you to fuck me silly!" Rachel whispered in my ear as her tongue
traced a wet trail around its inner swirls. I shuddered in delight as
her warm breath echoed in my ear. "But first I want you to take my
shirt off and suck my tits." She moved to kneel straddling my lap,
with her pointy little breasts thrusting toward my mouth. Quickly I
unbuttoned her shirt and pushed it back off her shoulders, letting her
remove it the rest of the way. I grasped her breasts and began to
massage them through her shiny satin bra. I loved the feel of her
hardening nipples under the soft cloth. My hands glided so smoothly
over the fabric, and the look on Rachel's face told me she was loving
it. Impatient, she reached behind her back and unhooked the bra, then
pulled it down her arms. Her nipples were so excited they stuck out
almost an inch. "Suck them! Please make love to my tits! I need to
feel your mouth on them!" she insisted.
I was so carried away by lust that I attacked those plump swollen
nipples with total enthusiasm. Rachel moaned as I sucked on her left
tit, while my left hand gently pinched her other nipple. "Oh! Oh!
Oh!" she cried over and over again, as my right hand slid under her
skirt. I felt my way up her naked thigh until my hand gripped the
smooth naked globe of her ass cheek. Probing further, I found that she
was wearing a satin thong, as sensuously smooth as her bra had been.
I started to massage Rachel's ass-hole through the fabric as I gobbled
at her tits. Slowly I began to push the cloth up inside her anus as
she gyrated wildly on my lap. "Oh Yes! Do me! Fuck my ass so good!"
she cried, as my finger slipped in and out of her hole, sliding against
the slippery satin. I kept on pushing my finger up inside, pushing the
panties farther and farther into her rectum. Suddenly the rest of her
thong was soaked with fuck juice as she came in her slutty panties. I
hadn't even touched her cunt or her clit as she cried out in her
orgasm.
Rachel gripped my hair and pulled my face hard against her firm tits as
she continued to grind her ass down on my questing fingers. Slowly she
released me and lowered her lips to mine. We kissed in the after-glow
of her climax, and she murmured, "Mom, you're such a sexy bitch! I
love the feel of my panties shoved up my ass. I think I'll just leave
them there all night! Thanks Mom!" Then my lovely daughter headed off
to bed, leaving me to wonder why I waited so long to share sex with my
beautiful girls.
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