In big business, one major problem is how to increase sales. Sex has been discovered to be an appeal to a basic human instinct that can pay rich dividends. When billboards advertise, such a vital product as milk, a pitch is often made to the sex-sell syndrome, and a nearly naked girl is shown holding a glass of milk.
That such products as fertilizer could be made to sell with sex, was taken care of by hiring a girl with a sexy way of speaking, massaging the message presented for the sales pitch in the most sensual manner.
But, the mass media is not alone involved with such sales pitches, it has often been used at conventions where salesmen are plied with all the food, all the drinks, and all the sex they can handle.
In our story about the blackmailed executive, Charlie Nolan, we are dealing with an old liner in a family business of selling lingerie. A young man is taken in to give a push to sagging sales, and near bankruptcy situation, by the name of Dale Dorman. Dorman introduces the concept of color coordination to the panties and bra line, but insists upon hiring the most ravishing models available to display them at a very private sales meet in an expensive hotel suite where the men can live out their sexual fantasies.
The plan succeeds beyond the president, Charlie Nolan's wildest expectations. And there is but one thing for him to do-that is expand. Ashe contemplates building a new home, plant expansion, he fails to think of Dale Dorman. But, Dorman has thought about all that in advance and taken photos of the boss in compromising sex positions. Flashing them before his boss, he makes his demands.
Nolan screams, "foul-this is blackmail!" However, Dorman smiles, and tells him what he wants out of the take, and gets it-but not before some rather surprising twists along the old blackmail trail.
-The publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Dale Dorman addressed the Board of Directors meeting at the See-Through Lingerie Company annual fall meeting.
"As your vice-president," he began, "in charge of sales and advertising, I recommend a turnaround in our past advertising concepts and programs. And, I predict that within one year from now, if we follow the master-plan we've developed, that our sales will turnaround, and once more the See-Through Lingerie Company will be a leader in the field of sensational new lines of panties and bras."
Enthusiastic applause followed Dorman's sales-promotion pitch, and then Charles Nolan, president and son of the founder of the company got to his feet, to add his blessings.
"Men, we're going to show Mr. Nolan that we appreciate his enthusiasm, his whole new approach to merchandising our panties and bras, which are still the best in the business, I'm proud to say."
This brought a generous round of applause, as the men were in effect applauding themselves.
"However, our hands are tied unless the loan we need to put across our organization is forthcoming. It is up to you to decide on the merits of the program as outlined so brilliantly today by a man I have full faith and confidence in, Dale Dorman."
This brought another hefty round of applause, and then Dale Dorman and Charles Nolan left the room to await the word of the men who would cast their votes pro or con for the fate of the entire sales program Dorman had in mind.
As vice-president Dorman, and president Nolan left the room they felt completely confident that the program they had suggested would be voted into effect.
"Cigarette?" Dorman asked Nolan, as they sat in Nolan's tired-looking office which could stand a lot of fixing up.
"Yes," Nolan nodded, as he took the cigarette from his handsome sliver cigarette case, and accepted a light from his matching silver lighter.
The two men smoked in silence for a few moments, and then they were called back into the Board room.
"Well, what have you decided, men?" Charles Nolan asked, radiating all the confidence he could muster.
John Carter, who always spoke on behalf of the Board of the See-Through Lingerie Company, got to his feet, "The vote has been unanimous for the go-ahead for the loan. We wish to express our happiness and optimism over the far-sighted plans of Mr. Dorman. It is obvious from Dorman's past record in the Mobil-Home business that he has business acumen, and it is with total trust, we commit the fate of our company to his brilliant business genius."
As Charles Nolan listened, it disturbed him a little bit. While he liked the idea of Dorman coming in on the team, he definitely didn't like the idea of anybody coming in and taking over. The enthusiasm of the Board was something he'd hoped for, but whether or not they were too enthusiastic over Dale Dorman and his ideas to revive the sagging economy of the See-Through Lingerie Company only time could tell.
"Gentlemen," Charles Nolan smiled, "I'm pleased with your enthusiasm over our new plans. Of course, this new advertising concept, which admittedly demands a lot of money is one that I feel will put us back in business the way it was when my father made the name of our company a household word."
Applause greeted his comments, and then the Board meeting was adjourned. But Charles Nolan was bothered. His new public relations man, who had mapped out such an ambitious and challenging new program was much more than he had counted on-almost being too good for his liking.
Later that week, when the bank loan had managed to go through, Nolan asked him, "Now, exactly how is it you plan to arrange these sales meetings?"
"I plan to do this," he confided, "We'll take a suite at the New York Central Park-something real imagine on the fortieth floor. Then, we'll invite all of our men in the eastern division to the sales meet."
"And?" Nolan asked him.
"And then we'll treat them to the best line of panties and bras, your designers have ever created. Only this time, the panties, and bras will be worn by models who are willing to show all, and do all-if necessary to please them. Mind you, the entertainment is optional. They don't have to accept what we are offering them, as pressure or force would be all wrong. The idea is that the girls there are ready to perform, if they want them to."
"It sounds like a great idea," Nolan agreed, "Just so we don't get in any trouble using the girls like this-"
"Trouble?" Dale Dorman smiled smoothly, "What are you talking about, boss?"
"Well, I'm not used to using women like this to promote my business."
"And that, my friend, is why you're not making any money."
"You may be right! Sex is selling everything these days. Take a look at any of the car advertisements, and there you see sex-some cute girl draped over a car with her legs showing."
"Sure," Dorman agreed, "and isn't it the same on teevee with everything from fertilizer to cookies. Sex is selling, and you've got to get on the bandwagon and sell too."
"Alright, Dale, I'm with you all the way-"
"Good," Dale Dorman enthused, "First, I'll check out the women we'll need to sell our merchandise. I want to personally pick the girls I think fit our needs."
"Is that a job you need any help on?" Charles Nolan asked with a sly smile.
"No, I think I can handle it all on my own," Dorman nodded, "but if I need any help deciding I'll let you know."
"Where will you interview the girls?"
"I think the privacy of my apartment is better than around our factory. Too many curious people."
"How many girls will you need?"
"Twenty should do the trick," Dorman smiled, licking his lips in anticipation of enjoying some of the girls himself.
The next week Dale Dorman placed a small ad in the Classified section of the newspaper, and the response was surprising.
"Yes, yes," he said, after about fifty girls had phoned him, "I'll check the girls out but only five a day. I have at least two weeks of work in front of me."
"But, I'll be your number one model-so you should break precedent and see me first," a sexy female voice suggested.
"What's your name?" he demanded.
"What's yours?" she asked.
"I'm Dale Dorman, vice-president of the See-Through Lingerie Company, and now if you will tell me your name perhaps I will see you first."
"I'm June Vincent," the girl replied, "and I'd be delighted to set up an appointment any time you're ready, sir."
"I'm ready now, June," Dale said sexily, hoping she'd pick up on his double meaning.
"like I said, June is ready anytime, you name it."
"How long will it take you to get over here?"
"Is it that urgent?" she asked, "if it is-I can make it over right away."
"Yes, sweetheart," he chuckled, "It is that urgent." And so, June Vincent took a taxi over to Dale Dorman's plush apartment on the west side. It didn't take her long to find Dorman on the list of names at the front door, and then she pressed his buzzer and he spoke to her.
"Are you ready to take me on, Miss Vincent?" he teased through the loud speaker. She turned around, and was grateful no one had heard his comment.
"This is a public speaker," she said, "So watch your words-I'm ready."
"So am I," he whispered, and pressed the buzzer, opening the locked front door. She went up to his apartment on the inner patio on the second floor. Dale opened the door, and June glided in quickly.
"I didn't expect you to greet me in your birthday suit," she commented.
"What did you think I'd be wearing?" he laughed, "Didn't I tell you doll, I was hot to make it-"
"Yes, I guess you did," June acknowledged, and then she sat down casually in a wing chair. "But, first aren't you going to try to ply me with liquor?"
"In your case, I didn't think it was necessary!"
"Well, you're right, Dale," she smiled, "but I don't work without getting paid for it-I have a funny habit-eating, I hope you don't mind."
"How much?"
"How long?"
"An hour should do it, I guess."
"Well, that would be a hundred dollars."
"My god, you want a lot for a piece of ass," he stammered, "Look, honey, I can get any hooker to do it for twenty-"
"Then you should call your bargain basement hooker, and leave me alone, alright?"
"Alright," she declared, "but in the future try to qualify who is calling. I'm worth what I charge."
Dale decided he'd try something.
"How about me testing you?"
"Not on your life," she snapped, as he came near her, holding out his rock-hard penis. "Business is business, and sex is my business."
"Anybody ever tell you that you are a tough little wench," he smiled. "All the time, and you know what."
"What?"
"It doesn't bother me one iota, because I don't give a damn about what anybody thinks of me, understand?"
"Alright, you get your hundred," Dale declared. "And I'll bet you're a good piece of ass too."
"In advance," she smiled.
"Well, of course. I wouldn't think of asking you to put it on credit-"
"I hope not," she allowed herself a light laugh, "I went out of credit fucking ages ago."
As Dale went to his wallet, and counted out the money for her, he said, "Now, baby, let's adjourn to my bedroom. I have it all fixed up for occasions like this."
Once inside the bedroom, she saw what Dale meant. One entire wall was in mirrors, and the bed was huge. She got undressed quietly, and when she came to her bra and panties, Dale studied her closely.
Dale observed that she was wearing panties and a bra that couldn't compare to his See Through Lingerie line. So, he told her, "Don't take off another thing!"
"Have you gone ape?" she demanded.
"No," he smiled, "but you have the most weirdo panties and bra I've seen in my life-"
"Look, you paid to fuck me, not insult me.
That costs more!"
"You commercial bitch," Dale chuckled, "Honey, I work for a Lingerie Company, you could figure that out from the ad we put in the paper. And, our See Through Lingerie line is miles beyond your panties and bra. Go ahead now, and take yours off, and then I want to see you in a black number I am planning to push at our big New York City sales convention this fall."
"Oh, my god," she laughed, "I thought for a moment you were one of those sadistic characters who gets his jollies insulting women."
"That isn't my specialty. I get my kicks when I help make them beautiful. And we have a color line that is just fantastic, and doesn't cost an arm and a leg either."
"That sounds great, but I never heard of See Through Lingerie before," she said truthfully.
"Honey, that's all in the past, cause from now on, you're going to hear a lot about our product. Slip your things off, and I'll give you our new numbers in black. With your blonde body, black should show you off real good."
The blonde girl put the black bra and panties on. Then, she looked at herself in the mirror. The contrast was striking and indeed gave her an aura of beauty, she hadn't had before.
"Oh, you look good enough to eat," he smiled.
"What gives with this panty and bra bit?" she demanded, ignoring his sex pitch.
"Baby, I'm in the lingerie business, and we're looking for twenty gorgeous women who have bodies, and will travel-to bed, read me?"
"Oh, I do. Big business is using our cunts to make money. Nice. And we double in brass. You want us to strut around your sales conventions in your sexy creations, and then seduce your salesmen and give them a fuck they'll never get at home-right?"
"Well, you've got the general idea," he hedged. "Does it intrigue you?"
"What's in it for me? Money always fascinates my imagination," June admitted, "I can think of more ways to spend it than you'd ever believe."
"I'll bet you can," Dale grinned, "and it's women like you, ones with sexy shapes, and who will spend any amount to make themselves look sexy, that we count on."
"It's a two-way street," June smiled, coming close to Dale, and looking up into his eyes with a sweet, staged innocence. "Girls like me count on men like you to help us-financially. How about it, honey?"
"You're on," he smiled, "Baby, let's get you out of those clothes, and in bed."
"Not so fast," June said, slowing down and thinking for a long moment, "Couldn't you put me in charge of the models, and then let me confine my fucks to you?"
"Do you find that appealing, honey?"
"Not exactly," June smiled, "But I find the thought of all those horny salesmen that revolting!"
CHAPTER TWO
"How about a little action?" Dale asked her bluntly.
"Sure," she smiled, "I'm good at everything-you name it."
"I like the crawl stroke fuck," Dale smiled.
"That's one I never heard of," June admitted sadly. "But, I'm willing to learn."
"Good," Dale grinned, "Well, you begin by letting me sit on the bed with my feet tucked under my legs, and then you spread your legs as you lie on your stomach, and spread your legs. I get to rub your ass, while I fuck you, and your arms are in a crawl-stroke position."
"That's wild," she laughed, "I'm ready for you if you want it, lover."
They both got on the bed, Dale sitting so his legs were tucked under himself, and then June Vincent got on the bed, lying flat on her stomach, as she threw her legs about her lover.
"Easy does it," Dale smiled, "I want to get my cock in at just the right angle."
She eased her vagina down over his pecker, and as they made contact there, his hands began massaging her buttocks.
"Oh, baby, does that feel good shoving it to you from this angle-fuck it, fuck that cock!"
His feet played with her breasts as she raised up enough on her arms to allow him this freedom.
"You're pretty good at it," June Vincent had to tell him, "I mean, I've done a lot of fucking around but nobody ever tried this position on me before." As he stroked her buttocks, and massaged her breasts with his feet, he talked dirty to her. "Come on fucker-give me a hot cunt there. That's it, baby, grab my prick and twist it-fuck, fuck, fuck it off!"
June was amazed how far his pecker could reach up her tight vagina at this angle. It had to be a long one, and he knew just how to thrust every inch of it to her.
"Twist your cunt around my dong," he demanded, and as she ground her hips around, he gripped her buttocks and massaged them roughly.
"Fuck it," he gasped, "Fuck my cock!"
June Vincent put her well-trained vagina muscles into action, and gripped his penis, and twisted around this way and that.
"That's it, fucker," she panted, "Fuck, fuck, fuck it off!"
As his feet continued to play with her breasts, and his penis continued sliding up her, she felt him nearing climax.
"Faster!"
June responded by revolving her hips faster, and his hands grabbed her buttocks, pinching them, as he shot his load up her, "Ohhh, baby, I'm coming, I'm coming," he groaned in delight, as his hot, thick cum flashed out of his rod.
"Ohhh, baby, fuck me, fuck me," she begged him, as his penis kept sliding up her joy hole, "Yes, yes, I like it the way you do it."
When he'd finished unloading himself inside her, she eased off of him.
"That is a wild fuck," she smiled, "And maybe I can show you a few things sometime-I know a lot about sex too."
"I'll bet you do," Dale assured her, "How about something to drink?"
"I'm a bourbon baby," she smiled, "Hope you've got seven to mix it with-"
"I always keep a well-stocked bar," he assured her. They both strode into the living room, stark naked. And then they poured themselves some refreshing drinks.
As they sat down on the white sofa together, Dale asked her, "How did you get into this kind of thing?"
"It might surprise you to know I was brought up in a real religious home," she said quietly.
Shaking his head, Dale assured her, "Nothing surprises me anymore-nothing!"
"Well," she went on, "Daddy was entertaining a young preacher at our house for a Sunday dinner. He was a single man, and just starting to preach. Well, that night we went for a walk, and in our town there wasn't much to see-just a small downtown section, and the mill, and the paper factory over near the creek that ran through the heart of the city. But, this young and horny stud wanted me to go look at the coal bins with him. I couldn't figure out why until he got me alone, and then I knew."
"What did he do? Rape you?" Dale asked grimly.
June Vincent nodded. She didn't care to talk much about it, he could tell.
"What did your father think of this?"
"Daddy never knew because I wouldn't tell him. The young fellow had no outlet. The church said it was a sin for him to have sex outside of marriage. And I guess I got him turned-on, and he wanted to lay me. I couldn't destroy him-just because he got a hard-on when he shouldn't have-"
"You're a great gal," Dale told her flatly.
"I am I guess," she said wistfully, "but I went too far the other way-"
"How do you mean?"
"In college I went the drug route, and I needed money to support my habit."
Instantly, Dale saw trouble. The last thing he could have working in his model operation was a girl on drugs. Not only were they unreliable, but they were given to stealing when they needed money for drugs. Dale determined he wouldn't risk hiring her if she was still hooked.
"Are you still hooked?" he asked her anxiously.
"No, I'm not," she smiled calmly. "I went to jail and they moved me to a rehabilitation house-some charity drug addict center, and I've been completely cured. No-more drugs for me."
"Good-"
"Well, at college they had a sex-ring going among the girls hooked on drugs. They're pretty cagey-they'd hire us girls out for parties, and they really put us through the paces!"
"like what?"
"Oh, the dirty old men liked to line up, and have us suck them off, or better still have a row of girls on all fours, with their asses up in the air, and then they'd get down on the floor behind us and give us a wild ass-fucking."
"They paid you plenty for action like that, didn't they?"
"Sure they did, but we never saw the money," June said disgustedly. "There really wasn't anything much they didn't make us do. I even had sex with other girls to entertain them. Sometimes I wonder how I ever got mixed up in such a nightmare."
"And when you came out?"
"I couldn't find work," she said flatly. "And it was so easy to find pick-ups at the bars-"
"And naturally you took the easy way out," Dale smiled knowingly.
"That's just it," June replied. "It's not the easy way out. You have to live by your wits, and danger is always lurking around the corner. When you look into the eyes of your next customer, you have to rely on your intuition."
"Then, what I'm offering you is really a chance at some security in a very insecure business?"
"That is why I like it, and don't think I wouldn't know enough to keep the other girls in line. I can crack the whip and be a mean so and so if I have to-"
"Well, there really won't be much need for whip-cracking," Dale smiled, "We'll pay the girls very well, and they'll get to travel, and of course they'll be paid handsomely for their entertainment chores."
"Good, I like to do business on the up and up," June declared, "and I'll think of some nice orgies we can stage."
"Nice orgies?" Dale laughed.
"Why, of course," June smiled, "I look upon sex as beautiful, and the human body as something to cheer about. So, don't ever expect me to knock orgy action."
"You're really right, June. There is nothing wrong with the naked human body. And if a bunch of naked women and men want to get together and see how many different ways they can connect their sexual organs, that is their business if you ask me."
"You're so right."
"I like to have my cock sucked," Dale smiled, "See, I'm getting hard again."
"Why don't you let me swing you into a suck in my own smooth style?" June said, "Let's go back to the bedroom."
"I'm with you, and so is Peter," Dale laughed, clutching his cock in his hand.
They walked back into the bedroom, and June gave him her instructions.
"Now, what I want you to do is lie on the bed on your stomach, and I'll massage you-"
"Get some oil in the bathroom," he suggested. She went into the bathroom, and checking out the medicine cabinet, found some. Then, she returned and lay on the bed beside him, and poured some oil into her palm, and began rubbing him. It made him relax, and her hands worked first on his shoulders. She finally decided it would be best to straddle him. So, she sat on him, as she reached out to rub his back. As she got closer to his buttocks, she moved down, and she rubbed him firmly, massaging his prostate gland.
"That feels good."
June rubbed around his prostate some more, and then she gently massaged the back of his balls. Now, he was so turned on, he was moving his ass about. June took this as her cue to get down on the bed, and press her breasts down on his buttocks. And then, she moved down and buried her face in Dale's firm, round behind. Her hot tongue darted out, and she licked around his tight, quivering anus. She wanted to show Dale how well she could use her tongue.
"Oh, baby, you're driving me out of my mind," he panted, "Want me to arch my ass up so you can get it up there."
"Yes, luv," she whispered, and he arched his buttocks, granting her easy access to his hole. Now, her tongue stiffened, and her hand held his buttocks apart, as she let her tongue dip inside him.
"Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes," he gasped, as he felt the full impact of her tongue sliding in and out of his tight, hot ass-hole.
"Get it way up in there, baby," he begged her. "Oh, yes, just like that. Faster! Ohhhh, ahhh, yes, yes, like that."
June's tongue thrust up him, and her eyes opened as she saw his behind in a sucking close-up.
"Suck my ass out," he begged, "Yes, like that. Ohhh, baby, suck it-suck it out!"
Her hot tongue shot forward with piston-precision, and he wiggled his ass around, enjoying the sensations enormously. No doubt about it, he reasoned, this chick has a talented tongue, and could prove a really valuable asset to my company.
Simultaneous with her sucking, she massaged his prostate, and then he got so turned on, he exclaimed, "Baby, you better get your tongue back on my ass-hole, I'm going out of my mind!"
Her hot tongue lashed faster, and faster, and then she pulled out, "Turn over, so I can turn-on," she insisted.
Immediately, Dale accommodated her, and flipped over, displaying his erect organ proudly.
"How's that for sucking?"
"Beautiful," she said, licking his heavy balls, and then letting her tongue lash along the underside, and finally, she capped his cock with her mouth.
"Suck on it," he begged. "Suck! I'm almost ready to go." June knew it was her time for action. She also knew her future could well depend on how skillfully she sucked Dale Dorman's penis. But, her many years of selling sex, hadn't brought her to this important opportunity without plenty of preparation. And she used her expertise effectively now.
By allowing her mouth to form a suction cup, she built up a steady rhythm, and when he was almost there, she deliberately pulled her mouth off. She knew how dangerous it would be to let him go off at this moment when she had so many different ways of exciting his male member.
Dale pulled over another pillow and shoved it under his head, and watched. Then, he participated by reaching down and holding her head over his penis. She liked this dominating aspect of the cocksucking operation, and her body vibrated passionately as she continued eating his cock.
"Suck it," he begged, "Suck my cock!"
With his hands pressing her down, she let her mouth slide up and down his flagpole, and then she massaged his balls. But, she had another device she wanted to use. His hot ass-suck was a good beginning for more anal stimulation. She let one finger slowly glide up his anus, and he enjoyed this added dimension.
"Oh, yes, that feels great, fuck my ass-hole! Yes, yes, cocksucker-do me!"
Lost in passion, June's head bobbed up and down swiftly, as she sucked on the head of it, letting her tongue slip and slide over its smooth velvet surface.
But passion like this couldn't last for long, and as Dale's body writhed in sexual ecstasy, she tried some more tongue and mouth stimulation techniques to excite the huge penis she was sucking on.
By allowing her lower lip to drag over the head of it, she managed to bring a new kind of sensation to Dale. His body quivered, and he was at the brink.
"Get your hot mouth on me, honey, I'm shooting!"
Sure enough, he was. The hot white cum flashed out of his penis, and she sucked some more.
"Ahhh, ohhh, yes, yes, suck me, suck me off," he begged her, and she devoured him swiftly.
"Ohhh, baby, what you did to me," he groaned, as she slid her mouth off of him.
"Was that satisfactory?" she smiled.
"Baby, you deserve four gold stars for that cocksuck," he grinned. "Oh, Wow!"
"Can I take care of you again, sometime?"
"I ought to hire you to give lessons to those other chicks," he chuckled, "You know where it's at, baby."
"When can I start?"
"Right now," he replied, "We'll put you on the payroll."
"How will you list my occupation-under H for hooker, or W for whore?"
"Neither," he laughed, "You'll be under M for Model."
"Good," she replied, "And I can't wait until we get to our first assignment in New York."
"Have you been to New York?" Dale asked her.
"Yes, I have and I love it," she smiled up at him. "New York is like heaven when you have plenty of money. I found that out."
"Anyplace can be like heaven if you have plenty of money," Dale assured her. "We'll be there for one week, but we'll take the suite a week in advance so we can get the bedrooms all set up for action."
"Marvelous, and you will let me stage one of my orgies for the horny salesmen?"
"Of course, luv," Dale smiled, "We want to put the See-Through Lingerie Company over the top, don't we?"
"Yes," she smiled, "Yes, we do."
"Now, I guess I'd better split," June said, looking over at the clock on the dresser.
"What's your hurry, honey?" he smiled.
"Well, you see I still have some business to tend to."
"What kind of business?"
"I live with an older man who has been assisting me financially," she said, "in exchange for companionship, of course."
"Of course," Dale chuckled.
CHAPTER THREE
June Vincent was glad she could go back to David Leslie, and tell him what she thought of him. She had gotten so sick of taking his insults for the past few months, she couldn't wait to tell him the party was over.
As she strode in the door of her apartment she shared with her benefactor, he looked at her testily, "Where have you been, honey?"
"Shopping," she said, thinking this would be one he'd believe, even if he would complain.
"Don't you have enough clothes already?" he complained.
"I want to look beautiful for you," she smiled.
"You know I think you look beautiful naked in bed," he boomed.
"Would you like to screw me, now?" she asked innocently.
"Well, I could use a good fuck," he said, "that is if you want to-I don't ever want to insist upon anything, baby doll-unless you want it too.".
"Of course," June smiled smugly, as she stepped into the bedroom, and began undressing.
"You sure do turn me on," old David Leslie laughed, as he saw her unhook her bra, and let her bosoms pop out for his view.
"As a matter-of-fact," she smiled, "You turn me on! Don't ask me why? I don't know. But you're such a sexy bastard!"
"Do you really think I am?" he chuckled.
"Would I lie to you?"
"Yes, you would," he nodded, still smiling as he began unbuttoning his shirt.
"Oh, you are horny, honey-I can see that," June smiled, as she glanced down at his swollen penis pressing against his shorts.
"Let me fuck your uptight ass-hole," old David Leslie smiled, "I like it that way now and then."
"Of course, luv-you know I never deny you anything."
When she'd finished stripping, she got on the bed, and spread for him.
"I'm game as long as you grease that hunk of meat," she turned to tell him.
"Sure, I'll use some lube on the tube," he smiled, as he went into the bathroom to find some lubricant jelly. Rubbing it along his penis, he finished by adding some around her tight anus.
"Alright, love-get set for a good fuck."
David Leslie might be older, but to look at his huge, pulsating penis it was impossible to tell. He gripped June's ripe, firm globes, and slowly slid his greased penis into her.
"That's it," he said, "just relax honey and you won't feel a thing."
As the huge head of his swollen penis pressed against her tight anal ring, her body quivered, "Hurry up, dammit, the suspense is killing!"
And then, he drove it into her. "Alright, you asked for it," he smiled, as he shoved his proud penis into place.
"Oh, god, you're killing me," she groaned, "Stop it!" June put on the act for his benefit. Once he'd gotten it past her tight anus hole, it didn't hurt anymore. But, she knew it added immense pleasure to David Leslie if he thought it was half-killing her.
"Fuck it," he gasped, "Ohhhh, baby, fuck it. Throw your ass in gear!"
Now, David Leslie bent over, and grasped her breasts, squeezing them, as he drove his penis up her ass-hole as far as it would go. His testicles bounced merrily on her buttocks, as he hammered away.
"Oh, damn you," she protested, "stop it. I can't take it!" David was beginning to sweat with the passion sweeping through his body as it had never done before.
"Ahhh, ohhh, fuck, fuck, fuck," he cried aloud, as if gasping for air, he felt the excitement surge through him intensely.
She knew how to give a wild ass fuck, and twisted every direction, giving new angles for driving for his penis. And then he reached down to diddle her vagina, while he screwed her ass-hole.
"How does it feel honey to get fucked up the ass-hole?" he groaned in pure delight, as he imagined he was making her suffer.
"Goddam horrible," she groaned, "how do you think it feels to have a hot poker driving up a tight ass-hole?"
"Good," he gasped, "Real good. I like it anyway."
Now, David was driving it hard up her.
"Fuck! Fuck it," he gasped, "Ohhhh, yes, that's it, give it-to me. Grab it! Twist it!"
June kept her buttocks twisting, grabbing and grinding as she rode his rod.
"Is that how you want it, dammit?" she asked him, still carrying on her super acting job to perfection, and giving old Dave the thrills he sought so anxiously.
"Yes,-yes," he assured her, "Just like that, honey-just like that;"
The fucking sensations didn't subside, they only built to a higher pitch, as his fingers worked faster in her snatch. Pressing his chest down on her back as he rode her, he demanded, "Fuck, fuck, fuck it!"
His tongue licked around her ear, and she quivered, finally joining him in finding excitement. With her ass enjoying his throbbing penis, and her ear tingling to his tongue-touch, she also enjoyed his fingers in her vagina, and she wondered if they'd come on target.
"Don't you go, baby, I want to eat that pussy," David declared as he stabbed away.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck it!"
The hot penis plunged in to the hilt, and suddenly he shot his gun off.
"Ohhhh, ahhh, baby, don't stop now. Keep that backfield in motion. I'm coming, I'm coming," David groaned as his penis unloaded his thick, creamy cum in her.
She milked him, squeezing her muscles tightly as she gripped it.
"Ohhh, ahh, like that! Yes, yes, baby, that's beautiful," he groaned in delight.
The hot explosion of sperm hadn't fully satisfied David however. He wanted to get his tongue in her vagina and lick her juicy walls clean.
Sliding himself out, he ordered her, "Flip over fucker-I'm going down on you."
June was at his mercy now and she knew this all too well. He got his face buried in her vagina, letting his wet, sticky tongue slide along the surface of her slit, keeping her waiting in eager expectation and desire for his tongue to invade her most intimate chamber of delight.
"Dammit, eat my pussy if you're going to," she finally begged him.
Letting his fingers slide along her, he smiled up at her, "Do you really want me to, baby doll?"
"You know it fucker," she said angrily, "Get your dirty tongue in my clean cunt and eat it."
"Haven't you got it in reverse-my clean tongue, and your-"
"How dare you, bastard," June snapped, "Eat my pussy and be quick about it."
David Leslie liked to hear a woman scream at him. Reminded him of his first wife, and all the fuss she made over him wanting to eat her cunt out.
It didn't take him long to make it with her. His long tongue reached inside her, and he licked the walls of her vagina eagerly. Then, he engineered his tongue around so it was flicking up and down her clitoris. She liked this so much her body quivered.
"Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes,-keep that up," she gasped, as she threw her legs over his shoulders while he sucked her. Today, she was a delicious ball of fire, and he couldn't wait to put the cunt fire out with his hot tongue.
"Suck me, you dirty cunt eater," she gasped, "That's it. Go down there and eat my snatch-you hear me, David-do it!"
David knew what he liked, and he liked pussy. His tongue liked it too-liked to taste it, feel it gushing so fast it would force him to press his mouth against her to get it all.
"Oh, yes, suck me, suck me," she moaned, as his tongue worked on her love button. Using his expertise, learned from eating a lot of snatch in his long lifetime, David gave her a skillful job down there.
"Bite me," she begged, "bite me. I want to come!" David's teeth bit her clit, and she juiced instantaneously. His mouth opened, and pressed tightly to her, to drain her of all her juices.
As he finished licking her, he pulled away, licking his lips to catch it all.
"You enjoy it, lover?" she smiled.
"Bet your sweet ass I did," he smiled, "Throw your ass up here and let me tongue-fuck it, too!"
"I never refuse to have my ass eaten," she declared, and raised her ass up to him to tongue.
As David licked all around her tight anus, he couldn't help but marvel at what a blonde beauty this girl June really was. Even the hair around her anus, was bright gold, and in the late afternoon sunshine it looked like spun gold.
"Suck my ass out," she commanded him roughly. "Go ahead, you dirty old man. Eat it!"
Gripping her buttocks firmly in his hand, he guided his tongue up her ass-hole.
"Oh, baby, you're beautiful," she moaned, "I like it like you're doing it right now."
His hot, stiff tongue flipped up her tight anal channel, and the thrills built, one by one.
"Ohhhh, ahhhh, suck me, suck me," she groaned in delight, as David's arms reached up and gripped her breasts. She side-glanced to watch in the mirror and the sight that met her eyes fascinated her to observe.
There he was, his face buried in her genitals, his arms extended to titillate her bosoms. Yes, yes, dirty old men were her business, and all you had to do was tell them to go down, and do everything. They loved it.
"Eat my ass out," she told him, "Now, you're doing it. Tongue-fuck me! Ohhh, baby, that's it. Keep that action going. Yes, yes, you're beautiful. Fuck it-fuck it!"
The hot, passionate ass-sucking session was getting him hard again. But, June vowed she'd never suck his penis off after he'd finished an ass fuck unless he washed it. He took his mouth away from her anus a moment, and complained, "I'm getting hard again-what are we going to do about that?"
"I'll use my hand-but not my mouth, unless you take a shower," she told him flatly.
"Alright," he declared, "I'll let you jerk me."
He swung his body around so she could have easy access to his penis. She took it in her hand and began jerking him. He hardened instantly, and as she looked at the thickly veined male member, she thought about a few things. If this old man's cock didn't get quite so hard, he wouldn't have supported her in style like this.
So while his passion had been very inconvenient, at times-to say the very least, it had proved to be a super bonanza to her, and she was grateful the old guy liked to fuck so much.
"Now, you're doing it nice," he told her as she pulled on his erect male member. "Just keep up a good steady rhythm-maybe you should try to match the pace of my tongue."
"Good idea," she declared, "Now get that tongue stuffed up my ass-hole again, and do a good job."
David Leslie's tongue shot up her anus, and she pulled on his hard rod.
Their two bodies kept going like this until she saw he was almost ready to shoot. In a way she was sorry he hadn't decided to take the shower, as she hated to see all that good cock juice go to waste.
Nevertheless, she knew it would be better to jerk it off than let her mouth go near it.
"Eat my ass out, you dirty old man," she giggled, "Doesn't my ass-hole taste delicious? Go ahead, and suck me there."
The old man kept his tongue thrusting, and she kept pumping on his penis. Finally the sperm spurted out of his joint, and she squeezed it.
David tore his tongue out of her ass-hole, and groaned in delight as he felt himself shooting off.
The sperm kept pouring out of his penis, and down her hand, and June congratulated him, "Well, baby, that was a good load. You're a real tiger!"
When she'd finished squeezing the juicy penis, he got up and went into the bathroom. He got into the shower and as she lay in the bed, she looked around the room.
In a way, the old bastard hadn't been so bad to her, she thought. When he found her in a bar, she was making it by the day, and risking plenty to do that.
He did buy her some new clothes-always afraid she'd spend too much admittedly. But, he did have enough concern to care what she looked like.
And the apartment. They'd picked it out together when they decided to live together. She cleaned the house during the week, but a maid showed up on Friday. So all in all, David Leslie had been generous. But, she knew that she had to move on to bigger and better things while she still had her youth and beauty to sell. Someday, it might be difficult, and that was why she worked at ways to better her lot in life, any way she knew how.
But the problem was this. How to tell David that they were through. He'd just had a good screwing, and this was the best time in the world to tell him.
She'd deliberately put her all into the hot screwing session, because she felt the only time to split was when horny David was at least momentarily sexually satisfied. Being oversexed, she had no idea what he might do if she decided to leave him when he wanted to get his rocks off.
CHAPTER FOUR
When he came out of the shower, he normally would go to bed and take a nap. Today was no exception. He hastily slipped under the sheets, and stretched out to relax, and luxuriate in the afterglow of a satisfying fucking session.
June stepped into the shower, and enjoyed the hot water flowing down her body. She dried off with a thick Turkish towel, and came back into the living room and sat down.
She enjoyed being naked, and now as she contemplated her next move, she stretched out and tried to put everything in focus. She did have enough money to split right now. And it might be better to do just that. If she waited around until she was all set up with Dale Dorman, things could become sticky. The last thing she wanted to happen was for her current meal-ticket to do anything to thwart her future meal-ticket from helping her.
So, she thought the sensible thing to do would be to pack. She got her things out of the closet, and started to pack her clothes. Finally she took the things out of the dresser drawers in her bedroom. Still, David Leslie was sleeping like a baby. Goes to show what a good, healthy screw can do for a man, she laughed to herself.
When she was ready to go, she phoned for a taxi from her bedroom, and started to write a note of explanation. And then, David walked in.
"Were you going somewhere?" he asked, that certain smile registering on his face.
"Why, yes, I was," she giggled nervously. Then, David Leslie came over and grabbed her by the throat and struggled with her to the floor.
"Goddamnit, stop it," she shrieked, and her hands instantly went to the back of his neck as her fingernails dug into him. "Don't try to stop me. I'm not your sex-slave. Let me go! Let me go, you bastard!"
The terrible pain in his neck made him stop and think about what he was trying to do.
"Get out of here," he screamed at her, "Get out of here, you cheap slut."
"Don't call me names," she snapped back at him, "What do you think you are but a dirty whoremonger."
June Vincent went to the mirror, and when she saw his terrible fingerprints around her neck, she realized what a dangerous threat he posed to her well-being.
"You've got that killer instinct, haven't you, honey?" she snapped. "I guess I've learned my lesson."
"I hope you have," David Leslie smiled, "That'll teach you to skip out on someone who has befriended you the way I have."
"Befriended me?" she laughed, "Hell, you picked me up for one reason, and one reason only. You wanted to sock it to me, and you had your piece of ass and then some."
"It cost me a pretty penny," he said evenly.
"But it was worth every cent of it," she snapped her fingers, "And now, if you'll pardon me, I've got a date with success!"
She saw the cab waiting for her down below, and she decided it was time for her to go. Without saying another word, she walked out of David Leslie's life, as well as his apartment.
"Where to, lady?" the taxi driver asked, and for a moment, she couldn't arrange her thoughts enough to think of where she did want to go.
"Lady, I've got to know where you want to go," he insisted, scratching the side of his face nervously.
"Oh, alright-take me to the Stardust Motel," she said, as the Stardust was the first name that flashed into her mind. All the way to the motel, she thought about her life with David. He really wasn't such a bad sort, but he did expect plenty of her. She strongly resented his domineering way, pretending he was practically married to her. When she arrived at the Stardust, she phoned Dale Dorman.
"Hi," she began speaking without telling him who it was.
"Who is this?" Dale demanded.
"Dale Dorman, this is June Vincent, remember me?"
"Sure, I do, the beautiful blonde with those innocent blue eyes who knows how to make love."
"That's right-I just wanted to let you know I'm free and ready to accept your-your little offer for a model job."
"Great," Dale enthused, "Can you be at the plant office tomorrow morning around nine?"
"I haven't been up at nine in years," she laughed, "But tomorrow, for you, I'll be there."
June was grateful she had left without more trouble out of David. Because she'd accepted a few things from him, he acted like he owned her.
Now, she needed a couple of drinks to relax. She stepped into the nearby bar, and ordered some. There was a man giving her the eye, and she felt like telling him to go to hell. But, realizing she was actually out of work, having left the security David supplied, thought better of it.
"Good evening," he smiled.
"Good evening," she replied in a low voice.
"How would you like to join me for a drink?" he smiled, "I'm celebrating tonight."
"Yes, I'll join you-what are you celebrating?"
"My divorce," he smiled. "Oh, my god," she laughed, "We're both here celebrating the same thing-"
"Are you getting a divorce too?"
"Not exactly," she laughed, "But, I'm splitting up with my steady boyfriend."
"What'll you folks have?" the bartender smiled, delighted these two loners had found each other, and figuring they probably wouldn't leave until they were both loaded.
"I'd like a bourbon and seven," she smiled.
"Make mine scotch," the man told the bartender, "and on the rocks."
"I'm Clint Blake," he said, "and you are?"
"June Vincent," she smiled her best, baby-blue innocent smile up at him.
"June," he said quietly, "It's a terrible thing to be alone in the world-"
"But, you just got your divorce, and we're supposed to be celebrating-"
"That's right," Clint reminded himself, as the bartender served the drinks, and he started drinking.
"I'm happy to be free," June Vincent said unabashedly, "It's terrible to have to be somebody's sex-slave."
"Is that what you were?" the man asked in surprise.
"Almost," June said, disgust tingeing her tone.
After three more drinks, the man smiled, "We could talk a lot more intimately in my place."
"Where is that?" she asked in a quiet whisper.
"I'm staying here at the Stardust," he explained, "you could just come to my room and meet me there-we don't want anyone to get the right idea."
"How true," June said softly, "what room are you in, Clint?"
"Four seventeen-over there-around the far side of the place."
"I'll find it. See you in about twenty minutes, okay?"
"Okay," the man nodded quietly, and the bartender kept his eye on both of them. When the girl had gone, the bartender commented, "I'd like to get my tongue in that!"
"That makes two of us," Clint chuckled, "keep the change." The bartender looked down at the fifteen dollars on the bar, and nodded, "Thank you! Thank you very much, sir."
Twenty minutes later, June Vincent knocked on the door. Clint came to answer it quickly. "Well, you never know who is going to be there when you answer a door," he laughed.
"How are you?"
"Fine, come in-before anyone sees us. I still feel my wife is watching."
"Forget her," June smiled, "You're free."
"Well, almost," the man smiled. "Almost?"
"I filed the papers today-that's what I'm celebrating, you see."
"Now, I do see," June said, realizing he'd gotten her into his room on a ruse. "And, baby, there is something I forgot to mention."
"I know," he nodded, "How nice of you not to wait until you've got me with a roaring hard-on, and then ask."
"I thought it was," June smiled, "I have to eat too-"
"I know that," he smiled, unzipping and pulling out his hard penis for her to examine, "See, I'll feed you prick juice, a protein cocktail."
"Look, Romeo," June said coolly, "You are a nice guy, and all that crap, but I'm a working girl-the fact I do my work in bed doesn't mean it isn't work. I normally charge a hundred bucks for my services, but for you-because you filed your divorce papers today-I'll make it sale price-fifty bucks. How does that grab you?"
"It grabs me by the balls," he chuckled, "But if you'll take care of me real good-I guess I can-but you know my divorce is costing me a mint," he hedged.
"That's your problem, you made that bed, and it cost you something to lie in it. Now, the bed I'm proposing is cheaper-that is, if you're interested. If not, I've got things to do."
"Alright, don't get feisty." Clint went to his pants, and picked up his wallet and took out a couple of twenties, and a ten. "Is that okay? If there are any tips or hidden charges, let me know now-okay beautiful?"
"Right," she smiled.
"How about a hot sixty-nine?" Clint asked excitedly, "I couldn't get my wife Dorothy to do that with me for love or money."
"That's sad," June laughed, "I do it all the time-for money, can the love, that's something for novels and movies." Together, they finished stripping and in moments stood before each other naked, and proud of their bodies.
"How's that for size?" Clint asked, holding out his penis.
"How do you like these knockers?" she asked, eager to catch any compliments she could, even if she had to prime someone to get them.
"You really are beautiful," Clint assured her, as he stepped over to her and started feeling of her breasts.
"Let's start sucking," she smiled, "I'll bet you're dying to get your rocks off sixty-nine style just once if your wife wouldn't let you-"
"Oh, I've managed to have a few sixty-nines with the office girls," he smiled, "They're always eager to experience something different."
"And your dear, sweet wife-did she catch you?"
"Twice," Clint acknowledged sheepishly, "and that is what led to the divorce, dammit."
"Too bad you couldn't make her understand there's nothing dirty about two adults going down on each other, after all the body was meant to enjoy, wasn't it?"
"I thought it was until I tried to fuck Dorothy every way in the book, and she put up such a big fuss-I had to forget it." Now, the two of them, were approaching each other's genitals. Clint grasped her thighs eagerly, and announced, "I'd like to suck you all over, beautiful-would you?"
"Would I suck you all over?" she laughed, "Sure, I will-including your sweet ass-hole if you want me to."
"Oh, I'd like that," Clint enthused, "I haven't had my ass sucked since I was in the Navy and we went to a whorehouse in Panama. The whores there were really fantastic."
"Suck mine too," June insisted, as her tongue whipped out, while her hands parted his buttocks, allowing her a good vantage point for her action. Her hot tongue slid in and out of his anus, and then she played with his testicles, and then gripped his penis, and pulled on it.
"Oh, I like it when you rim and jerk me," he panted, "keep that action going honey."
June knew what men liked, having given sexual excitation to men for years. If there was one lesson she'd learned, and learned well it was to give them the most unusual kinds of satisfaction to satisfy their lusts. And now, as she sucked on Clint's tight, quivering anal area, and as her hand pumped on his penis, she realized very well, how important it was to put zest and enthusiasm into the work.
"Suck me, suck my ass out," he urged her, and then his hands pulled her well-formed ass cheeks apart, and he buried his face in her buttocks, as his tongue whipped out, and he began lashing all around her ass-hole. His fingers went into her vagina, and he worked on her opening there. With the double-action of her tongue sliding up his ass-hole, and her hand pumping up and down his staff.
But, she could see he was just as enthusiastic about sucking her ass out, and working his fingers in her vagina. But it didn't take long for Clint to feel his fingers were becoming sticky with her flowing juices. He pulled out his fingers, and got his tongue going.
"Suck it," she cried, as she felt his tongue reaching inside her hot vagina.
Then, she gobbled his prick. Using all her know-how and sucking technique, she slid up and down his penis.
"Ohhh, yes, yes," he panted, "That's how I wanted her to suck it. Baby, eat my dong! Eat it up. Yes, yes, like that. Ohhhh, ahhhh, suck it, suck that cock."
Clint's cock drove down her throat in uninhibited delight. He was finally getting the kind of sexual stimulation he'd wanted from his wife for so long.
"That's it," he blurted, "Suck my cock. Take it all in, baby-yes, yes, like that."
And then he pressed his mouth back to her vagina. He loved the sensations he was obtaining from her hot mouth sliding up and down.
He turned his attention to what his tongue was doing in her now. Letting his tongue probe inside her, he licked the wet walls of her vagina. Her spine tingled under the thrilling impact of his tongue in her vagina, and his penis throat-fucking her.
Finally, the two of them reached the point of no return at the same moment.
They both sucked on each other, and June Vincent made sure he got his rocks off just the way he wanted to have a woman do him, with spirit, enthusiasm, and above all appreciation. Because she frankly enjoyed engaging in oral-copulation, June Vincent was a success at it. She drained his dick, and slowly slid her mouth off him. He eased his tongue out of her vagina, and they lay there panting, exhausted, but fully satisfied, physically and psychically.
He got up, and said, "Baby doll, it was worth it."
Rising from the bed, June Vincent started dressing, "I'm glad," she smiled, "Now, I must be getting on my way. I've got to get some rest tonight because tomorrow morning I begin my new job."
"Are you going straight?" he smiled.
"Does a hooker ever go completely straight?" she laughed knowingly.
"Never," he grinned good naturedly, "Whatever or whoever it is you're doing-good luck."
When she'd finished dressing, she walked over to him, and said sincerely, "Baby, your wife doesn't know what she's doing to unload you-maybe you should go back and eat her pussy like you ate mine tonight, and I'll guarantee you, she'll put a leash on you."
CHAPTER FIVE
June went back to her own room at the Stardust Motel and had a good night of sleep. The hotel rang her as she told them to at seven thirty. She showered, dressed and took a taxi to the See-Through Lingerie Company. When she got there, she was indeed impressed with the size of the four story, ultra-modern plant. She went into the administrative offices, and asked the girl in the information desk at the front of the building, where Mr. Dorman's office was.
"The vice-president's office is over there," she said, pointing to a large door.
"But I wanted to see Mr. Dorman," she explained.
"Mr. Dorman is our vice-president," the girl smiled.
"Oh, how nice," June nodded, and went down the hall, and opened the door. When she looked around the very spacious waiting room, she saw it was full of girls who would probably be used to model the panties and bra of the firm, she figured. A small window opened to the inner office, and a secretary looked out, "Yes-"
"I'm June Vincent," she began, "And Mr. Dorman said for me to be here this morning at-"
"Oh, come right-in, Miss Vincent, he's expecting you."
"Thank you," June smiled, and suddenly she remembered that Dale Dorman had told her she would be in charge of all the models. This idea excited her imagination, and she instantly rose to the role of top model, Mr. Dorman had so thoughtfully assigned her.
The secretary led the way to Mr. Dorman's office, and June swept in graciously.
"Good morning," she said, in her best business-like tone.
"Good morning, Miss Vincent," Dale Dorman began formally, letting her know immediately that at the office business was business.
"Well, I'm ready for you to instruct the models on what will be required of them on our tour with the See-Through Lingerie line. I want you to be truthful, and of course our girls will be properly reimbursed. $500 a week is good money, and it is money that they can count on as I know the salesmen at our conventions will buy big when we show them what we have to offer."
"I'm sure," Miss Vincent grinned. "Now., when is the first sales meet?"
"In approximately one month. It's March now, and we'll be showing our spring and summer line in April. We'll be staying at the Park-View hotel on Central Park, probably up on the thirty-ninth floor in a special suite. There, we can enjoy the fabulous view of New York, the beauty of the park as the trees begin to welcome spring with green leaves-"
"And we can help the salesmen live out their sexual fantasies, and they will in turn bring your dream of the See-Through Lingerie Company to life."
"Precisely," Dale Dorman smiled, "You are a sharp girl. It isn't often you find a girl built like you are who has brains, and if she does have brains, she doesn't know how to use them. You have what it takes, and that's why you're on my team. Now, I want to warn you about the boss."
"Yes," June nodded, leaning forward to listen to what he had to say. "The boss can be difficult-very difficult."
"Yes."
"He wasn't so keen on the idea of using women not only to model, but to bed down with the salesmen. He's very conservative like his father. You see old man Nolan built this lingerie business to where it is today. And, he expects he can go on like they used to sell merchandise in the past. But, the moment he took me on as vice-president I tried to clue him into the fact this is a whole new generation, and it is just as important to sell the "sex" ingredient in our under-garments as it is to sell them for the protection they offer to the body. Therefore, our bra line was developed with this in mind. I hired a French designer who'd worked in the best French houses. And he explained to my boss, Charles Nolan, that the half-cup bra can be produced at half the cost and produce a fantastic financial yield. More than that, our panties must match and with this sheer, yet durable nylon fabric in a variety of special colors, with psychological color charts guiding us, we'd clean up."
"Well, did you?"
"Not yet," Dale Dorman smiled, as he got up, and went over to the series of bra and panty charts he had on the wall, "We've waited for the opportune moment to introduce our line, and I've insisted on the proper presentation. I wanted women who were built, and I mean stacked, to show off our See-Through Lingerie Company products. That is why I advertised. Now, I'd better introduce you to the President of the company."
Dale Dorman picked up his phone and his secretary answered immediately, "Yes-"
"Miss Culver," he began, "would you be so kind as to phone Mr. Nolan and see if he can see me now. I want to introduce June Vincent, our top model for our new lingerie line to him."
"I'll ring-hold on, please."
There was silence for a long moment, and then she came back on the line, "He can see you, Mr. Dorman."
"Thank you," he said, and hung up. A moment or two later, both Miss Vincent, and Mr.
Dorman were walking into the impressive President's office. June instantly recognized that nothing appeared to have changed much since his father died, for a worn leather chair was at his desk, and everything just looked old, and somewhat beat up. Obviously the company had seen better days, or at least she hoped it had.
"I'd like you to meet, Miss Vincent," Mr. Dorman smiled respectfully at his boss.
"I'm so pleased to meet you," Miss Vincent smiled, extending her hand in friendly greeting.
And then, Charles Nolan motioned for her to sit down. "Would you tell me something about yourself," Mr. Nolan smiled genially.
"Well, there really isn't much to tell," June said humbly. "I'm a model, a professional, and I've been at it for approximately five years. I'm not high-fashion as I don't have the scarecrow figure a high fashion model must have-"
"You can say that again," Dale Dorman winked.
"Go on," Mr. Nolan said, obviously not pleased with the interruption.
"Well, as I understand it my duties are twofold. I'll be doing my share of parading around in your really tremendous line of lingerie, and I'll also be in charge of the girls, so I can organize them as they present the merchandise."
Mr. Nolan felt uncomfortable. He'd agreed to go along with the sex aspect of the selling, only because Dorman insisted this was positively an essential industry inducement to order big and push the product. But when it came down to the intimate details of discussing it, he was at a loss.
"Has our vice-president told you about the other responsibilities you will assume?"
For a moment, June thought she'd flip out. Other responsibilities? What a way to put a pure and simple 'fuck-pitch', she mused.
"Yes, Mr. Nolan," bLj smiled her best sexy smile, moving about in her chair, in an attempt to put her breasts on the best display possible.
"You don't have to illustrate anything to me," Mr. Nolan reassured her coldly. "I'm happily married, thank you and I intend to stay this way. Both Dorman and I have agreed that we will never become entangled sexually with any of the models, as this is purely business. And it is our business to sell our superior line of lingerie, by whatever means we deem necessary to stay in business. Not that I think this is an ideal situation, my dear, I don't."
"I don't either," June Vincent said, straightening up in her chair, and trying to remain aloof.
"Of course not," he smiled without humor, and suddenly an extreme dislike surfaced for the President. He thought he was something because he didn't play around. And no doubt, he figured she was a cheap slut, and the only-reason he was communicating with her at all was because his business needed a boost. I'm good enough to fuck to keep him in bread, but not good enough to obtain his self-respect. And this thought seared through her mind.
Quickly, Charles Nolan caught her grim glance, and knew she was uptight about his attitude, and he tried instantly to turn-on the charm, but he came on too strong.
"You're a beautiful girl," he smiled, "And as President of See-Through Lingerie Company, I'm proud to have you on our team."
"I thank you," she smiled, but inside she was still burning up.
"Well, I guess that's all. Mr. Dorman will explain our timetable to you and give you samples for the models to exhibit in our showroom to get in practice for our New York spring showing."
"Very good, Mr. Nolan," she smiled again, and as she got to her feet she shot him a cool glance, which he didn't appreciate. "And I can't thank you enough for this opportunity to help your company out."
In one sentence, she'd set the record straight. He needed her, and even though he was head of the big company he had to rely on twenty hot models who could move about in bed with his salesmen to keep afloat.
Back in Dorman's office, June said what she had wanted to say the moment she took a look at Charles Nolan.
"He's a mean sonofabitch, isn't he."
"No, he's not mean," Dale chuckled, "Charlie just has his ideas, and he can't see why we ought to provide free sex, free booze, and all the rest for the sales crew. He's from the old school, and back in the old days, they didn't use sex to sell everything from shaving cream to fertilizer."
"Times have changed," June said confidently, as she adjusted her body to display her breasts to their full advantage.
"I read you," Dale smiled, "Now, let's get down to business. I want you to pick the colors for the models we have. You should use our color chart where we let women decide which bra and panty sets fit them best. For example, the blonde girls we figure look best in certain shades of blue, red, and black. And then the brunettes, we feature in soft pastels, in pink, soft blue, and white for contrast. The redheads have their own colors, and on down the list. It is really quite a responsibility. And, whatever you do-don't let any of the women wise-ass around here because we want rigid discipline to be held at all times. If one girl sounds off, don't hesitate to fire her-I'm back of you and Nolan is solidly back of me."
"Could I ask you one question?" June Vincent said quietly.
"You can ask me two if you want to," Dale Dorman laughed.
"One will do. What have you got on Charles Nolan?"
"What have I got on Nolan?" he laughed out loud.
"Yes," she said quickly, "For some reason that man won't counter you at all. I was listening carefully to everything that went on between us in his office. The byplay proved one thing conclusively to me-"
"What's that?"
"Nolan doesn't know a damned thing about merchandising his lingerie-and he relies almost entirely on you-"
"Well," Dorman hedged, "I wouldn't say that. True, there is a certain amount of trust that Charlie has for me, but it isn't to the point you say it is. For example, he makes me account for every cent I spend-"
"And I'm sure you tell the truth on all your reports," June Vincent smiled. "I'm not so sure," he chuckled. "Neither am I," June laughed out loud. Then, Dale Dorman became firm. The repartee was over, and he was back to his business stance.
"Now, Miss Vincent, my secretary will take you and the models to our showroom. We have dressing rooms there where the models can change their clothes into our See-Through panties, and bras-and-"
"I'll bet you an hardly wait to examine the girls-"
"Would I do a thing like that?"
"If you could get by with it, definitely."
They both had a good laugh, and then Miss Vincent stepped out to ask Miss Culver to take her and the models to the showroom.
"I'll be happy to," the secretary assured her, and then Miss Vincent took charge, "Girls, we're going to the showroom, and there I'll select the things you'll model."
"But, I've got an appointment," one dark-haired girl announced flatly.
"Sure you have, right here at the See-Through Lingerie Company. If you have any other appointment, forget this one-for good."
The girls looked at each other, getting some idea of how hard, and demanding their female boss could be.
"Thank you," the girl said evenly, "I'm leaving, and perhaps some other girls might wise-up and do the same thing."
"Good day," June snapped, and no one else moved, as the dark-haired girl flashed an infuriated glance June's direction, stamped her foot, and left.
"Good riddance," June smiled, when she was gone. "That is the type of spirit we won't tolerate. The Lingerie line we represent is the best in the nation, and they pay top prices for the services we are expected to perform. So, if any girl-for any reason, doesn't like it, she should scram!"
There was a dead silence, and June knew her first battle had been waged, and she'd emerged victorious.
"Alright, girls, let's go now-we're ready, Miss Culver."
"Alright," Miss Culver said meekly, frankly amazed at the explosive response one girl had gotten to her simple request. Apparently, June Vincent wasn't taking anything from anybody, so Miss Culver figured she'd be careful with her words around her, as she didn't want the ax herself.
The girls went down the hall, up two flights of stairs, and into the Lingerie Showroom. It was a rather large room with three levels, allowing the models a good stage to pose in the product of the company.
"You," June said, looking at a girl that resembled Hedy Lamarr more than any girl she'd ever seen. Her dark-brown hair, falling gracefully on her shoulders and her radiant brown eyes, and velvet smooth lips gave her a running start against some of the other girls whose faces and forms weren't quite so glamorous.
"Did you want me to pick out my costume."
"No, I wanted to know your name."
"My name is Debbie."
"Debbie, I think you should wear the white half-moon bra, and the lace-effect See-Through panties. You've got a lot to offer, honey and I'd enjoy seeing you show it all off."
"I'll get the white ones in our drawers over here," Miss Culver cagily vc-lunteeerd, trying to get in good with her.
"No, dear-you have a lot to tend to back in Mr. Dorman's office, and I wouldn't keep you away from your duties there."
"Alright, thank you," she said, nervous and edgy as she left. Then, June asked another girl, "Your name?"
"Betty," the girl, smiled. "Should I pick the panties and bras out that you want the girls to model?"
"Yes, I wish you would," she nodded, "And whatever you do-get the right sizes-I'll send each girl over to you when I compare my color chart Mr. Dorman gave me with the girl's coloring. Incidentally, Betty, I think you'd look great in the royal blue shade-and the same half moon bra, and lace see-through panties."
Then, Betty went to the drawers where the panties and bras were stored and picked out a pair of blue ones in her size. Next, June asked the striking redhead, Myrna, to pick out something in a deep shade of red, which could match her hair. She went through the entire list of girls, and each girl was outfitted in the garments that matched her coloring the best. Then, the nineteen girls began parading.
Betty asked her, "Honey, aren't you going to model too?"
"I suppose I should," she smiled.
"What color do you want? I'll pick it."
"Being blonde myself, I suppose black might be intriguing."
When Betty asked her sizes, and had found the items, she handed them to her. Then, she took time out to go to a nearby dressing room, and strip and change into them. Now, all nineteen women were parading around in the See-Through Lingerie line, and the girls were commenting, "You really can see through-I can see your big nipples," Myrna laughed.
"Yours aren't exactly small," Debbie contributed.
And then, when they'd paraded back and forth a few times, June Vincent did what she'd been paid to do.
"Girls, we can take a break now. Sit down in any chair you find, and I'll clue you in about a few things you must remember when we go to New York."
The girls found folding chairs and soon a circle of them surrounded June. They'd treated her like a natural leader, very simply, because she conducted herself as a natural leader.
"The See-Through Lingerie Company is counting on you to do your best. And your best means a-lot. This is an old bra and panty concern, and right now it is sinking into bankruptcy. That is why extreme measures are being taken to insure its existence."
"And so?" Betty smiled knowingly.
"To get to the point," June said tersely, "You girls are being paid for two things, modeling is one-and the second-"
Silence reigned supreme now. The girls half knew what their duties entailed as most of them had been to a variety of sales conventions, and usually there was some sex included in the package.
"The second item is giving the salesmen a good time in bed-"
"I knew it," Debbie smirked, "They never pay us for our talent, but always for our screwing ability."
"That's enough of that kind of crap," June snapped, "If anybody here doesn't like the deal, oh, baby, they're free to go. We want women here who will cooperate. We want women here who know about sex-women who understand how awful it is when a man is deprived of his natural sex desires for years by wives who don't put out. That is why you have an opportunity to make five bills a week, and if you think it might be too much for you, honey-scram."
No one said a word, and no one moved. Once more, June knew she had emerged the winner, but it did disgust her that she had to constantly lay it on the line.
She went on, "These men are going to ask a lot of things of you. You might as well know that now. Now, I've never been placed in charge of a group of girls under such circumstances as these before. But, when my boss, Dale Dorman, asked me if I thought I could handle it, I told him, 'yes', and I said yes because I knew I could please any man in bed. I've done it ever since I got laid the first time when I was a kid."
"What kind of things do you think they'll expect?"
"Well, honey," June smiled, "They sure as hell want something a little different than what they get at home, don't they?" The girls nodded knowingly.
"For example," June went on, "They probably will like cunnilingus. How many of you know what that is?"
Every hand, but one, shot up.
"Myrna, for your information cunnilingus is pussy-eating."
"Well, why didn't you say so?" Myrna sputtered, "Of course I know what that is, and I enjoy it."
"We can do without our sharing our views on the different sexual acts I'll bring up," June said coolly. "This is business. And I expect you to perform like a bunch of pros."
Again, the girls went silent, and June went on, "Anyway, gals, fellatio is one thing they also like."
"What's that?" Betty demanded.
"Cocksucking," June said bluntly.
"That's what I figured," Betty smiled, "But no man ever asked me to fellate him, they always say, 'suck my cock' or 'gobble my prick' or-"
"We all know what they say," June said tartly.
"And keep in mind," June went on, "Sixty-nine is not a number to us models-it's a popular position where the female fellates the male,. and the male performs cunnilingus on the woman."
"Oh, Wow," Debbie sighed, "I like to sixty-nine a lot. I prefer it because it's so democratic."
"Democratic?"
"Yes, June," she smiled good-naturedly, "I mean you aren't going down on his dirty old dong, while he lies up there and rolls his head bank and forth on a pillow-you're making him eat your pussy at the same time. That's only fair."
"We aren't interested in what you (feel is fair fucking procedures," June said tersely, "We are, however, very much interested in making our salesmen happy. If they buy big lots of See-Through panties, and bras-we'll all make a lot of money." The girls all nodded, recognizing it actually was a vital business operation, that just happened to embrace sex.
"Then, there are some men who prefer the anal variety of sex. Some women find this very distasteful. But,' if you will only respect the men who want you to perform this unusual act of intercourse; and relax, everything will go alright. The two main things to remember are lubrication, and the second thing to remember is relaxation."
"Can I tell a funny?" Debbie asked, almost ready to burst out laughing.
"Thanks, but no thanks," June clipped her off. "Girls remember, when you offer yourself to a man, be prepared to show some imagination. For example, when you fellate a man, don't just go up and down on his penis. No, play with his balls, massage his buttocks, and use your finger to slide up his ass-hole. Of course all of these acts must be done with some care and caution. But, let me assure you if they are done properly, you'll get nothing but compliments."
Again, Betty was bursting with an eager desire to share something, and June relented.
"You have something to tell us?"
"Yes," Betty said, "I just wanted to say I got the biggest compliment of my life-this big guy who was screwing me told me I had the tightest pussy in town. That's a real compliment coming from him."
"And considering all the men you've been screwing with too, honey-that makes it even more remarkable," Myrna marveled out loud.
"Being tight in the pussy is important," June admitted freely. "Men like to feel the muscles of the vagina gripping their sliding tool. If it is loose inside, it's no fun-they say it's like driving something in a big empty tunnel. The moral is exercise. All the muscles of the body must be kept in perfect tone if the act of intercourse is to be enjoyed to the ultimate."
"You mean, Miss Vincent," Betty said, "Anything that comes into their foul little minds we've got to perform."
"You might say that," Miss Vincent replied, "but I don't like the way you put that-you make sex sound dirty. No act is dirty if the body is kept clean. Soap, water, body splash, deodorant, talcum powder. These are essential. Health must be tops, and diet and exercise produce good health. But, when you have all these essentials going for you-you need one more thing."
"What's that?" Debbie asked.
"A lack of inhibitions, so you can satisfy their hang-ups without clashing with your own hang-ups. In other words, rid yourselves of ridiculous sexual inhibitions."
CHAPTER SIX
Finally, June Vincent's first meeting with the girls was over. Dale Dorman stepped in to give a quick look-over of the girls. What he saw pleased him.
"Mmmmm, what a nice collection of beauties," he beamed, "Our lingerie never looked so good!"
"Well, I'll admit the girls are all knockouts and it is not only a tribute to them, but to your taste as well," June smiled.
"Well, I guess the girls can go now until we phone them tomorrow to tell them what time we go into rehearsals."
"Very good, girls," Miss Vincent said, turning to tell the girls, in effect, that they were dismissed until she phoned them to let them know what time to show up the next day.
And then, Dale Dorman took Miss Vincent to his office to brief her once more.
"We'll have our first day dedicated to straight sales talks in a hotel conference room. On the second day, we'll have the girls model our panties, and bras. And the night of the second day, we'll have the men pick out the girls they want to have sex with. Of course, each model will have to take on probably six to eight men a night. Then, I think we should end the session with a free-for-all."
"A what?"
"An orgy," he smiled, "Give them something to make old Rome jealous-how about that?"
"Well, if it helps sales."
"Of course it will help sales," the vice-president said sternly, "With all that booze, and these talented chicks to entertain, plus a really super line of lingerie, we'll be the biggest company in the business one year from now. Mark my words, we will!"
"You're very positive of your success, aren't you?" Miss Vincent observed.
"Yes, I am," he nodded, "and you know what?"
"What?"
"I'd like to take two of you chicks home with me tonight."
"Your word is my command," June smiled, "What chick do you want me to invite?"
"Betty, the blonde number-she turns me on."
"Alright, I'll tell her tonight-what time?"
"Be over at my pad about nine, okay?"
"We'll be there," she nodded. As she drove home that afternoon, she felt good in the knowledge she had Dale Dorman hot for her body. But, she was a bit perturbed over the fact, he wanted Betty as well. She felt she could offer all the sexual stimulation any man needed, without bringing Betty into the package.
Nevertheless, she had her duty to perform and she decided there was but one way to perform It-the right way. So, when she got to her room at the Stardust Motel, she phoned Betty.
"Hi," Betty said in her syrupy voice that kind of irritated June who always spoke so bluntly, minus frills and affectation.
"This is June," she said casually, "and tonight our boss, Mr. Dorman wants both of us to join him at his pad."
"What for?"
"One guess," June said acidly, "Look, baby, you've got a good thing going for you, so play it cool, okay?"
"Alright," she agreed, and about half an hour later, she showed up at June's motel room.
"Come in," June said coolly, trying hard to keep her distance from the girls.
"Oh, it's so exciting, all this travel, and everything."
"Yes, I like to go to New York," June said, "but this is primarily business. Of course, we'll have some fun, maybe take in some matinees of the Broadway shows, but we are here to work."
"I've never been a model before," Betty confided.
"You haven't?"
"No," Betty smiled, "I was working at a topless, bottomless emporium, and I got sick and tired of all those men staring at me, so
I wanted to get into something different-"
"And you consider See-Through Lingerie something different?"
"Oh, yes, the sheer lingerie leaves something to the imagination-bare skin doesn't!"
"Something, but not much-not with those half-moon bra cups, and that ridiculous panty material which is so sheer you can't miss a cunt hair if you look close."
"Can I say something off the record," Betty smiled.
"Of course."
"Why did you take the job, if you think it's so crappy, honey?"
"Money, baby, what else. Now, let's get cracking. Mr. Dorman's balls are probably in an uproar because we're not there."
The girls took a taxi, and arrived at Mr. Dorman's apartment a few minutes late. He said nothing, but glanced down at his watch and they quickly got the point. Then, he suggested they get bombed, and June quickly accepted his offer to drink. Then when they were sufficiently loaded, he suggested, "Now, girls, let's get comfortable." He got up and started unbuttoning his shirt, and they both accommodated his request by starting to undress too.
"We should go to the bedroom," he smiled, and when they were both in the bedroom, he threw back the bedcovers, and hopped naked on the bed, "I'm ready-"
"What would you like to do?" June smiled, "We're hot to trot, honey."
"I'd like to try a variety of things," he responded. "For one thing I would like to watch you two chicks make out."
"That sounds exciting-"
June looked at Betty, trying to smile even though the idea of having sex with another woman shot feelings of revulsion through her.
"I guess all men like to see their sexual fantasies acted out," Dale smiled. "This happens to be one of my fantasies."
"Do you have any particular way you want to watch us?"
"Why, yes, I do," he acknowledged, glad that both girls were so agreeable as to go along with it. "I'd like to see Betty get on all fours, and throw her ass up in your face, June. Then, I'll be on the bottom. Betty and I will be kissing, while you rim her ass-hole, and suck on her clit, and at the same time I want you to pump my penis."
"Oh, Wow," Betty giggled, "I like that!"
"You would," June said testily.
"Girls," he chuckled, "let's get this show on the road. Big Daddy can't wait forever."
They both glanced his direction, and saw him waving his huge penis in their faces, and realized how right he was. First, he stretched out on his back, and then, Betty got her body on him, just as he had prescribed. Her breasts crushed on his chest, her mouth found his and they began kissing and fondling each other, and her buttocks were upturned, as she straddled his body on her knees. Now, June had complete access to her vagina, her anus, and to Dale's huge penis which was standing on end.
Immediately, June set about her task of satisfying the two of them at this angle. She reached down, and gripped the thick, pulsating penis and began stroking on it. Then, she started using her tongue to lick around the tight, quivering anus of the blonde girl, who was doing her thing at the other end with her tongue sliding in Dale's mouth.
"Suck it, sweetie," Betty took time out to tell June. She was on cloud nine now, in more ways than one.
June's hot, wet tongue swept about Betty's tight anus, and at the same time she pumped away on Dale's penis. Now, the excitement was building.
"Ohhhh, yes, pull it," Dale cried out, as he straightened out his legs, the excitement of the hand-job racing down to his toes, making him quiver all over.
While June didn't think she'd enjoy licking on Betty's tight ass-hole at all, she was discovering that the combined positions of Dale's dong being so convenient, and Betty's anus, and vagina both being exposed to her tongue made it easy for her to do a variety of things. Betty wiggled her buttocks around, and then June saw her mound beginning to moisten.
She let her tongue stretch down to lick across her slit. And she continuously pumped on Dale's dick. Finally, she recognized why Dale had chosen this position. By utilizing this position properly, she could let her tongue whip inside Betty's cunt, and suck her pussy-and then transfer her mouth over to Dale's dong, and suck it off.
"Oh, baby, I like it, I like it," Betty moaned in delight, when she felt June's hot tongue lashing along her gash. And her stimulation was transferred to Dale, who in turn begged June, "Pull faster!"
June's hand moved swifter, up and down the main stem she was holding to tightly, and her tongue surged inside Betty's vagina, and suddenly started licking the hot, liquid walls of her joy hole. It didn't take her long until she was flicking her tongue back and forth on the clitoris, stimulating Betty so much she thought she'd spin out of her gourd.
"Eat my pussy-suck me, suck, suck me," she moaned, as if she was beside herself. And then it flashed through June's mind. She really wasn't doing any more than what she enjoyed having a man do to her snatch. After all, it was the identical connection-a mouth closing in on a pussy, with a hot tongue lashing the walls inside, licking on the clit like candy.
Betty's pussy juices tasted good to her, and she enjoyed every sucking second of it.
"Now, now-ohhh, ahhhh-eat my pussy-eat my pussy," Betty 'groaned in delight as she felt herself gushing in June's eager, hot mouth. And then June's tongue stretched inside her, as she licked her lovingly.
"Ahhh, ohhh, yes, yes," Betty whimpered, as she finished her snatch. Now, Dale's dong was almost ready to suck on. She gripped it in her hand and suddenly plunged her mouth over it, and began sucking hard.
"That's it, baby," Dale begged, "suck my joystick. Suck it! Suck it! Go after the juice!
Dale's dirty talk stimulated her, and she let one finger slide up his tight ass-hole, as she went to town on his cock. She wished she'd had time to lick his ass out for him, as she was very good at that. However, judging from the sight of the crystal drop of cum on top of his penis, she knew her time was short, and she began sucking down hard.
"Suck it! Go way down on it, and then slide up to just where you've got your mouth fastened on the head of it," Dale instructed her. "Oh, yes-yes, I feel it clear to my toes."
He did too. June could tell. From the way his body shook, and vibrated, she knew she was giving him a total entertainment package, with her finger sliding up his ass-hole, her mouth moving up and down on his penis.
She even got so she enjoyed the smell of his sweaty loins, and the sight of his pubic hair was a pleasure to see as she slid up and down his long, hard dong.
"Suck it, suck, suck, suck that cock," he cried out, as he gripped Betty's titties, and started sucking savagely on them. With Betty's breasts waving in his face, he got the idea suddenly of sucking on them, while he was being sucked. The double-sucking action strongly appealed to him.
"Oh, yes, yes, suck-suck," Betty now picked up the chant. And then June thought of something. Why not give Betty her ultimate sensations. She slipped her finger out of Dale's behind, and proceeded to shove one finger up her vagina, the other finger up her anus. Betty's body wiggled in sexual ecstasy, as she felt the double pleasure surging through her.
"Eat me, eat my prick. Gobble it down," Dale-demanded, and then the huge penis exploded in her mouth, and she sucked savagely, devouring every drop of his creamy, thick cum.
She sucked his juices, and the taste of his tantalizing penis excited her no end. When she'd finished eating his juices, she pulled her fingers out of Betty and rolled over. , , And then, Betty got up over Dale and smiled, "Were we good girls?"
"Yes, you were-yummy!" Dale chuckled. "I think you'll be able to entertain our salesmen the way they've dreamt about sex in their wildest dreams."
"It's just four weeks away, isn't it?" June reminded him.
"That's all-and we want every girl to be ready to roll-"
"Don't worry, with little June in charge everything will go according to schedule."
Then, Betty bubbled, "Why don't we have something nice and cool to drink. I'm so thirsty."
"That's because you haven't sucked me off," he smiled at her teasingly. "Now, baby, don't get uptight because I promise you I'll give you that chance one day."
"I can hardly wait," Betty grinned good naturedly, as she strode nakedly into the next room. She saw a magnum of champagne, and asked, "Can we have champagne?"
"Why not?"
And then, Dale poured three glasses of champagne.
"Dip your breasts in our drinks, Betty," he suggested.
"Why?"
"Just go ahead and do it," he requested. She went ahead, and dipped her breasts in each glass-full of champagne. With her dripping with champagne breasts, she strode right over to Dale, and said, "Suck my titties."
It didn't take much encouraging for Dale to promptly accommodate her. And as he licked her breasts lovingly, he reached over and fingered June's vagina.
"Aren't we a nice team?" June smiled, "Betty, June and Dale-sounds like a vaudeville act."
"More like a sex circus," Betty laughed. "And now, I want my champagne."
"Dip my penis in it, and suck me," Dale suggested.
"Alright," Betty laughed, going along with him. He took her glass, dipping his penis in its bubbly contents. And then, she slipped her mouth around its champagne-dipped head, and started sucking.
"Let's try something," Dale suggested, "Why don't you do this? I'll get on all fours, and Betty can get below me, and suck my cock-and you, June can get behind me and suck my ass out."
"Alright," June agreed, realizing she really should share Dale's penis with Betty because after all, she hadn't had a chance to suck him off.
Betty lay down on her back on the floor, and Dale got on top of her. He straddled her, and lowered his hard cock into her mouth slowly. As she started sucking him, June got behind him, and began using her tongue on his ass-hole. This really got him excited. He played with Betty's breasts, gripping them tightly, pinching the nipples, and suddenly stabbing her mouth roughly.
"Suck my prick-suck it," he demanded, "Ohhhh, ahhhh, yes-suck my cock-eat it-eat my prick."
And then, he turned to smile at June as she sucked away at his ass-hole.
"Lick me-lick my balls, baby, that's it," he grinned, feeling total sexual delight envelop him as the two women worked him over.
"Ohhh, baby, I can't stand it," he groaned, while Betty sucked away. "Eat me, eat my dong-that's it, honey-eat it."
Suddenly the hot sperm spurted into her mouth, and she quickly sucked his penis-juices in.
June kept her tongue-thrusting up his ass-hole, all the while in spite of his wiggling around. She used her hands on his buttocks, gripping them tightly, and then massaging his prostate, to help him completely unload his sperm.
"Suck-suck that cock," he cried out, as the pleasure made him tremble. And both girls let their mouths remain on his genitals until he was satisfied. Then, they pulled away.
"Oh, Wow!" he exclaimed, "I guess I got me a good time tonight alright."
"I'm starved," he said, as he got to his feet. "Could you girls go for a good steak dinner-I know just the place, a little steak house just a block from here."
CHAPTER SEVEN
The next two weeks passed by quickly, and June kept the girls busy going through their paces. And then, the big day when they could all board the plane and head for New York City. June had everything ready. The luggage was all packed, and all the different panties and bras in their respective colors were ready. June had become quite close to Debbie, Betty and Myrna and she thought they were the best girls for modeling and other purposes.
As they got on the jet to go to the New York convention of See-Through Lingerie Company, Dale Dorman came on board a moment to have a word with the models.
"Girls, girls," he smiled, waving his hand to quiet them for a moment, "We're counting on you to sell our product proud. I know you will all do our product justice, because each and every one of you is a doll."
The girls applauded his compliment enthusiastically for they were, in effect, applauding themselves.
Then, he said, "See you in New York. I take a later jet with my boss, Charlie Nolan-now good luck and have a happy flight to the big city."
The girls were all happy to be on their way.
Each one had all sorts of things she planned to do in her off-hours, but little did they dream, how occupied they'd be with the salesmen who'd be at the convention.
As the giant jet soared to New York City, an old Chaplin picture, 'The Gold Rush' was showing. The girls laughed, and laughed, and drank and drank, feeling quite elated over all the activities June had told them she'd planned for them. The meal served on the plane was gourmet delicious, and then the City of New York glistening with all its lights, and skyscrapers loomed into view.
"There's the Empire State Building," one girl blurted excitedly as the plane swept down to lower altitude. And then the homes of the city in the suburbs, and finally they were landing on the ground. It was all so smooth, it hardly seemed like traveling.
June had no trouble finding taxis, and soon the cabs took the models to the hotel which faced Central Park. As the elevator hurried them up to the fortieth floor, June felt relaxed at last. Everything had worked out just as it was scheduled. Now, she had only to make sure the girls paraded properly in their lingerie. As she golf off on the fortieth floor, she studied the room numbers, and marveled at how many rooms her boss had booked.
"Oh, Wow," she blurted, "it looks like we've taken over the whole floor-"
"You have," the bell captain told her, "And how about me?" tfWhat are you talking about?"
"Don't play dumb," he chuckled, "I wasn't born yesterday."
"Hands off," June said, as he began to grope her, "We're here on business-and if you touch one of the girls in our group, I'll report you to the manager instantly. Got it?"
"Yes," the bell captain coughed nervously.
June was proud of what she'd done. She didn't want any small time sex action to interfere with her big-league status. So, she had to make everything explicit. That she had succeeded with the bell-captain impressed the girls.
Once they were in their rooms, they all went to the windows, and marveled at the sight spread out below.
"I never saw anything so beautiful in my life," Betty blurted, and Debbie who was her roommate, joined in, "Oh, god, are we lucky to be living way up here. It must cost a fortune."
"It does," June assured them, "but we'll make a fortune-providing you girls do your thing with the men."
"Oh, we will," Myrna enthused, as she came in the door from her connecting room.
June met the girls in the massive center suite, and explained the whole operation. "Tomorrow, Dale Dorman, the vice-president of See-Through Lingerie will be here. Mr. Dorman will decide on how to stage our panties and bra displays. He is good at this sort of thing, and no doubt will bring small platforms, and spots, so you will be shown off to the best advantage. The important thing girls, is to be happy and confident. Radiate this, and the salesmen are bound to pick it up. And when it comes to sex? Well, I don't have to go over that again, do I? We expect you girls to give out, and give good. In other words make it a sexual celebration when you go to bed with one of the company's lingerie salesmen. Remember, if these salesmen didn't go to the big buyers for the major department store chains-we'd be out of business."
Then, June explained, "I will do the ordering for all of us. We must watch our diet, and watch our weight. You will have a high-protein diet, plenty of fresh fruits and vegetables, and absolutely no starches. They'll make you flabby and fat. As for desserts-weekends only. Also, we will have morning exercise periods just like we did back at our home base, the plant."
The girls were briefed a little more, and then they broke up and went to their individual rooms. June had pre-arranged the meals she wanted with the hotel weeks in advance, and now they were prepared to serve the specially prescribed meals for physical fitness. After dinner was served in the rooms, and the girls had some free time, they watched teevee or looked out at the city surrounding them on all sides.
"It's hard to believe so many people live. here," Debbie said quietly. "I mean-all those lights-and all those skyscrapers."
"I love it here. And especially the park. When the dawn comes you'll see the lakes, the green trees-and you almost feel you are in the country."
In a short time all the girls had fallen fast asleep. The trip had been a short one by jet, but the preparation that went into it had been grueling, and now that they were finally ready to do their thing on the following day-they were anxious to get all the sleep they could.
As shades of dawn streaked across the New York skyline, June Vincent got up quietly and tip-toed to the window and pulled the drape covering the vast window back, and looked out. The first light of day gilding the buildings pleased her, and then she turned back to look at Betty, and Debbie.
They were a couple of years younger than she was, and as she looked at their youthful, innocent faces while they slept, she almost felt like throwing in the towel, and saying goodbye forever to her type of business. It really wasn't much fun to be peddling pussy this way; mixing business with sexual bribes. In a way, she felt like a traveling madame, but she didn't want to feel like that. It was just that she knew enough about human psychology to keep all the girls in line, and the reason she was doing it was because she wanted to hook Dale Dorman. He was still a single man, and there was no reason why she couldn't permanently keep him sexually interested. Having been around, she reasoned, she knew how to satisfy him far better than most women.
And then she went back to bed to get some more sleep. She was still tired, and felt she could use some more. A few hours later, she did wake up, and then she showered, dressed, and called the desk to have breakfast sent up for the girls. She'd decided ten thirty was as good a time as any to begin with breakfast.
After breakfast was cleared away, she got the girls together in the master suite, and told them, "Mr. Dorman will be here any moment, and he'll give us some last minute instructions." No sooner had she begun talking about him, than he walked in.
"Speak of the devil," she laughed.
Dale Dorman smiled proudly, "Well, how do you like our modest quarters, young ladies?"
"Groovy-we like it, swell, super," they chorused together, and Dorman knew their enthusiasm was sincere.
"Girls, we're putting in a stereo system, and special swinging arc lights. This will give you the sendoff you deserve, when you model the most tremendous line of lingerie ever devised by anybody, guaranteed to titillate, excite the imagination, and sell up a storm."
"That's a pretty powerful pep talk, Mr. Dorman," June smiled.
"It's the truth," he grinned, "Now, when the stereo is fixed up, and the three flats for three girls to stand on, then we'll get the swinging arc lights in."
"This is more like a Broadway show than a sales meeting," Betty bubbled.
"That is why we're going to grow, and grow, and grow, at our company," Dale, totally undaunted, told her flatly. Soon, the men with the stereo system were putting in the speakers, around the room. Then, the lights were placed at strategic places and the flats were covered with silver cloth.
"Doesn't it look elegant?"
"It sure does."
"Now, I'd like a run through so I can see those panties and bras parading before my eyes in living color-"
"Girls, go to your rooms now, and put on your things for our first presentation-remember to place your things you've worn where I told you to, in your wardrobe, so there'll be no problems of not finding anything."
Moments later, the girls came out. And as they paraded the colorful line of panties and bras, the music played, the swinging colored lights bathed the models' bodies in different shades of pastel light. The silver flats glistened, and so did Dale Dorman's eyes.
"Oh, Wow," he exclaimed, "You girls are right-on. Tremendous! Let me tell you, you girls are something else." He stood there applauding and beaming.
"That is just the beginning," June Vincent smiled, "We have seven changes in all, and by the time we're through showing what we have to offer, I'm sure your salesmen will be impressed."
"They'll be climbing the walls," Dale laughed, "and that is just what I want them to do."
"Now, the first night-we meet with the men, and give them the regular pep talk-but the second day about three p.m. we'll begin with a champagne brunch, and have the girls going through their paces while the men are being fed, and washing the gourmet meal down with the best French champagne."
"You've thought of everything, haven't you ? " June smiled, "By the way where is your boss-"
"He's coming tonight. He told me to take care of this detail."
"Isn't that nice-and he could be sampling the goodies-"
Coming closer, Dale Dorman said, "Pick out two chicks, and join them with me in my room-I'm in 4007 two doors down."
"As you like it," June nodded, but she felt like reaching up for a convenient vomit bag. Three women for one man-what next could he think of?
"Myrna-Debbie-would you come here?" she called out to the two girls.
"Yes-what is it?" Myrna asked, as she and Debbie came over to where June was standing. "He wants us to come to his room now."
"But I thought we didn't begin until tomorrow," Myrna half-objected.
"Flexibility in our trade is essential. Plans have been changed, and it isn't up to you or me to complain-do you understand?"
"Oh, yes," Myrna nodded, not wanting to lose out on the big money promised for the panty and bra convention sex escapades.
"I'm game for anything," Debbie said casually, "Who wants to have sex with us?"
"Mr. Dorman."
"Nice. He's good looking," Debbie said, and the delight at the thought of having sex with Mr. Dorman upset June more than a little. She had the 'hots' for him, and it bothered her, that he could call the shots, and she even had to lend a hand in obtaining all the female flesh he wanted, when he wanted it.
The three women soon dismissed themselves, and went to Dale Dorman's room. He opened it quickly, and instantly, they saw he was totally naked.
"Hi, girls-I'll break you lovely dames in," he smiled, "Somebody has to be Sir Stud until the salesmen arrive."
"I'm sure they'd appreciate you sampling the merchandise in advance," June smiled, minus humor.
"I feel like a kid in a candy store," Dale laughed, "Now, what would you beautiful women suggest we do?"
"Well," Debbie giggled, "There are so many things four people can do together."
"Three women and one man can do a lot of things?" June sliced in.
"Well, for one thing one chick can eat his ass out, one can blow him, while he eats the third-doesn't that sound delicious?"
"It sure does," he smiled, "June, I'd like to have you blow me, and Myrna, you can eat my ass out, and Debbie doll-I'd suck your pussy."
"Positions," Debbie exclaimed eagerly, undoubtedly feeling elated over the fact the vice-president had suggested eating her pussy. She liked the sensation and looked forward to him doing it for her.
Soon, the girls were stripping and preparing for the romp on the bed. Dale was all excited. "I'll get on my hands and knees like this," he exclaimed. "Then, Debbie can spread her cunt for me, and throw her legs around my shoulders. Beneath me, June can grab my dong and suck me, and behind me, sweet Myrna will suck my sweet ass."
"Aren't you something," June laughed lightly, trying to keep in the spirit of the proceedings. Then, she went to her oversize purse and picked out a small container of yellow honey.
Taking the plastic honey container over to the bed, she suggested with a sly wink, "Let's make it sucking sweet-Debbie can sweeten up her pussy first, and then you can shove it up Dale's ass-hole, and fill it up with honey."
"Don't you want a sweet dick?" Dale asked teasingly.
"I sure do," June smiled, "Why don't we begin spreading the honey on your penis?"
Dale proudly gripped his penis, and held it out. Then, June brought the plastic container up, and squeezed, making the head of it thick with honey. Next, she handed it to Debbie, who got on the bed, and spread her vagina. Dale studied her closely, as she slowly eased the clear plastic nozzle into her slit. She squeezed, and made a cute expression, "Oweeeee!"
"Feel good?" he laughed.
"Yummy good," she grinned. And next, Dale had to get in line for the girls to have aim at his behind. First, Debbie spread out for him. He got his face down in her vagina, remaining on his hands and knees. Then, he eased himself slowly so his behind would be up in the air, his penis available to June, his buttocks ready for Myrna.
June got in line with his huge, pulsating pecker and pulled it eagerly to her mouth. She started licking on it, lavishing it with sucking. At the same time, Myrna slipped the nozzle of the plastic honey container into his anus.
"Easy, baby," he told her, as he felt the plastic nozzle invading his most intimate channel. Then, Myrna squeezed.
"Just making you a sweet ass," she laughed, sliding the honey container out of his behind, and letting her tongue take it from there.
Now, Dale's face was buried in Debbie's vagina. He breathed in deeply savoring the smell of her loins, and genitals. And then his hot tongue swirled around her hairy triangle, titillating her, exciting her. Suddenly, it plunged inside her, licking the honey off the walls of her vagina. Simultaneously, June had finished licking off the head of his penis, and was slowly sucking it into her mouth.
"Ohhh, ahhh," he stammered, "Suck my prong. Give it to me honey. Finger my balls, while you lick my joystick."
Then, June's hand went to work, pulling, massaging, exciting his testicles anyway she knew how while her mouth slid up and down the saliva-slickened surface of his penis.
"Oh, baby, what a cocksucker you are," he panted, as he pushed his face farther down in the vagina of Debbie, letting his tongue probe inside her hot hole.
"Big Daddy-eat me, eat me," Debbie gasped as the sexual excitement surge through her body, racing up and down her spine, as she wiggled her ass about on the bed. Dale's hands went under her, gripping her round, smooth buttocks, and massaging, while he ate her.
"Suck it," he begged, "Suck my ass out-" The exultation he experienced as Myrna's hot tongue swept around his hot anus, was unlike anything he'd ever had before in this department. Sure, he'd made it with whores who'd consent to lick, but seldom put much enthusiasm into it. But, the way this girl Myrna took over on his hot ass-hole, you'd have thought she was in love with it. Her hot tongue stiffened, just as June had given the intimate intercourse instructions-and she lashed away, stabbing, thrusting, and gripping his firm, round globes at the same time.
Dale felt as if his body was on fire. And he didn't stop licking away at Debbie's delectable vagina either. Debbie had a way of gripping him with her thighs, as his hot tongue drove away inside her.
"Yes, yes, Big Daddy-suck mama's hot snatch," Debbie panted, running her fingers excitedly through Dale's wavy hair. Dale hardly knew what to make of such expert action. Three women-that has to be the only way to fly. Oh, Wow! If these same three chicks could take the identical positions on the biggest buyer of all-the one who bought for the New York wholesale market, he'd get so satisfied, he might buy out half the merchandise. Sex, and business-the best combination in the world, he reasoned, as his hot tongue slid in and out of Debbie's twisting, juicy vagina.
"Does the honey taste good, Big Daddy?"
Debbie demanded. "Aaahhhhh, ohhh, eat me. Eat my pussy!"
Now, Myrna's tongue was plunging rhythmically, keeping pace with June's hot mouth, sucking on his long, driving penis. It excited each woman to be servicing the same man. They felt like sex-slaves, and the total domination that one man was capable of proudly producing with three women added enchantment to the sexual frenzy they were experiencing.
"Eat my ass out, Myrna, honey," he begged, momentarily, tearing his tongue out of Debbie. "And, June baby, suck that cock off. My balls are loaded tonight. You'll get a mouthful in a minute."
June could hardly wait to get a mouthful of his creamy, thick cum. She'd grown to enjoy Dale Dorman's sperm-juice, and the contemplation of suddenly sucking in a burst of creamy cum turned her on all the way.
"Suck it, suck that cock. Eat it up," he begged her.
"You're neglecting me," Debbie pouted, "Get your face back in my pussy, and suck me."
"You won't be neglected for long, baby doll," Dale told Debbie, as he quickly brought his tongue back to her gash, and began lashing away.
And then it happened. Dale Dorman's penis exploded in June's hot, eager mouth. She sucked him in smoothly, massaging his balls as they unloaded in a burst of creamy cum into her. Myrna didn't stop her tongue jabs up his ass-hole for one second. Her fingers continued pressing down on his prostate gland. And, then Debbie gushed into Dale's mouth. He'd been using his tongue effectively whipping about her clitoris, and just as he began the nibbling action, she came.
He sucked her in, and she felt her body vibrating passionately as she lay back, and his hands groped her breasts. As the thrills shot up and down his spine, his hands responded with gripping her breasts tighter, pinching until she cried in pleasurable pain, "Ohhh, honey, you're hurting me-stop it, stop it-those are my titties you're pinching-remember that!"
Finally, Myrna eased her tongue out of his anus, and June let his flaccid penis slip out of her mouth. Then, they got out of their rather cramped positions on the bed, and finally, Dale raised his head from Debbie's vagina.
As June went over to fix herself a drink, she turned back and smiled, "How was the action?"
"Sensational," he smiled, "I mean it, baby doll-it was really a freaked-out screwing session. And we didn't have to take any drugs to make the scene."
"Of course not," June laughed, pouring herself a strong drink of bourbon, and sipping it slowly. "We've all learned to be a little bit sophisticated about sex, haven't we?"
"You bet," Dale nodded, "Mix me a scotch and water, luv." She fixed his scotch and water, and the two girls fixed a vodka drink for themselves. Then, they sat around the room and June pulled the curtain and looked out at the city.
"Isn't it fabulous to be this high in the New-York sky-and be stark naked, fucked like crazy, and bombed out of your mind?"
"And getting paid for it, too," Debbie added.
"Did you have to mention that?" Dale complained, "You make it sound so damned commercial-"
"Well, isn't it? Hell, you wouldn't catch Myrna over there eating your fucking ass out if she wasn't getting paid for it-am I right, Myrna?"
Myrna smiled, but didn't answer. June instantly recognized Debbie's loud mouth, when she'd had a couple drinks, could cause trouble.
"Debbie," she said smoothly, "I forbid you to drink during business hours."
"Is this business?" she giggled.
"Well, you said it was-so you'd better act like you're involved in a business transaction."
"Right you are," she slurred, "And isn't whoring a hell of a business, if I do say so myself."
"Definitely, don't let her drink," Dale demanded, "All we have to have is a couple chatterboxes like her and it'll turn the whole business deal sour."
"I know," June said, carefully measuring every word. At least she had one thing over delectably constructed Debbie, and that was experience. And she'd learned from experience that the least said, during wild screwing sessions, the better.
"If I catch you drinking. Debbie, it's finished-the end-understand?" June looked at her coldly, quietly calculating ways of ridding herself of Debbie whose well-shaped body was just enough better than hers to cause her some difficulty in accepting it.
The girls chatted some more, and then Dale said, "I guess I'd better get some sleep. Mr. Nolan will be in here tomorrow morning."
"Ah, yes, Mr. Nolan," June smiled, "By the way when do I get the chance to lay him?"
"You don't," Dale chuckled, "Nolan is happily married and doesn't play around."
"Who is he kidding?" June laughed, "That's what they all say until they fuck you-"
"I'm serious," Dale insisted, "I've tried to get him laid, but it never works out. He is one man who doesn't believe in fucking around-"
"Let me try to break him down," Debbie suggested, "I've got some great things I've learned about-"
"If Mr. Dorman says he doesn't want you to seduce his boss, Debbie dear, you mustn't insist. Remember, we are here to please-not tease. Now, you'd better run along to bed. You're looking awfully tired, and you need your beauty sleep."
"Are you trying to say something to me? Debbie slurred drunkenly.
"Go to bed, that's all."
CHAPTER EIGHT
The next afternoon, following a stern business conference, where the men were given all the facts and figures about the "See-Through Lingerie" line of panties, and bras-the announcement was made by Charles Nolan, "Gentlemen, my new vice-president has created a symphony of color for our spring and summer line. Color coordinated panties and bras, are the newest thing in keeping our sales soaring in the "See-Through" lingerie line. And, I'll now turn the modeling phase of our company's operation over to Mr. Dorman."
There was a burst of applause, as Dale Dorman got to his feet. "Gentlemen," he began, "In other eras, clothes have been used to conceal the body. But today, clothes are designed to reveal the body. The mini-skirt heralded the end of the Puritan influence in American dress. It was followed in rapid succession by the micro-mini skirt, and then the hot-pants. Now, it is my great delight to present to you our most beautiful models displaying the latest wrinkle in lingerie-The See-Through Color Coordinated concept. And now, without further adieu, I'll let our gorgeous models illustrate with their bodies what my mere words could never convey."
He turned, and nodded to a young man as a signal to dim the chandeliers, and turn on the arc-spots. This in turn served as a signal for the man operating the stereo-equipment. Suddenly, the models burst forth in a blaze of glory, as music played, and arc light swung, bathing them in flattering pastel colors, as they paraded around the room, each girl standing for a moment on the shiny silver lifts, and then marching on and out the other side of the room.
To make sure that nothing had been forgotten the men had been wined and dined, before Charles Nolan and Dale Dorman had given their presentation pitch. Now, their glasses at their tables were being filled with a good year French champagne, and the combination of light, sound, and girls, girls, girls in eye-popping "See-Through" lingerie in color coordination brought rounds of applause at the entrance of each model.
Three times each girl changed, and paraded around the room. And the waiters had been told to constantly ply the men with more sparkling champagne. The effect was fantastic! Soon, the men were bombed out of their minds, and the finale involved something June had suggested. There were approximately forty men, and twenty girls. For the finale, the girls were to come and sit on the laps of the men, and then suggest that two men take them to a bedroom.
Everything went well. The men displaying their enthusiasm with sudden bursts of applause, and then the girls did as they had been instructed. They came out, and sat on the laps of the men. The men instantly looked at their breasts, at their vaginas. And June's smooth, velvet voice put the sales pitch on at this strategically timed moment. "Nothing is more appealing, nothing is more revealing than "See-Through" lingerie. A man can know what he is getting before he unwraps the package in our gorgeous sheer-sheer color coordinated line. Nothing is hidden, and everything is glorified." The music swelled, and the men applauded.
Then, each model whispered into the ear of her two men, "Baby, we have a bedroom waiting for us-if you're interested."
"If we're interested," the New York wholesale buyer chuckled, "Honey, you're finger-lickin' good!" And then, he proceeded to illustrate what he meant had nothing whatsoever to do with chicken.
As each girl pulled off her seduction, the men moved from the tables to the bedroom.
A scowl crossed the face of Charles Nolan. He whispered to his vice-president, "This is the most disgusting debacle I've ever seen. Reminds me of Rome before it collapsed."
"But what a way to go," Dorman laughed, trying desperately to make light of it all.
"I'm backing out of it. I wash my hands of this disgusting spectacle. It's completely against everything I stand for."
"But, you agreed!"
"In a weak moment, when the bank said they'd foreclose on me in six months-I gave in."
"Has the bank changed it's kind mind?" Dorman demanded testily. "Well, er-uh, no!"
"It's up to you. If you want to see "See-Through" lingerie company collapse-go ahead-I should give a damn. It's your company, not mine. I'm just the vice-president, in charge of color coordination concepts, in charge of advertising, sales, and promotion. I can do all the damned work to keep you on your feet, and then you get cold feet and want to throw in the sponge. I've had it, to hell with you."
As the men wandered off to the privacy of their own rooms where they could carry on in their own way, they realized how wrong it was to argue about such things. But, Dorman was incensed. He felt he'd been stabbed in the back by Charlie Nolan. Having gone to such lengths to keep him in business, he figured he could have done the same thing on his own and become the President. Then, he wouldn't have to worry about Charlie Nolan! He could call the shots.
"Come back here," Nolan kept calling to him, as he stalked off to his own suite. When he walked in, he slammed the door, but didn't lock it. Undaunted, Nolan followed him.
"I'm sorry," Nolan said, "I guess I just got carried . .way. You know how this sex stuff goes against my grain. And when I saw all those near-nude women out there parading around in half-moon bras, and our See-Through panties, that was rank enough-but the idea of them rushing out to hustle our salesmen upset me. You see, a lot of those men are happily married like me, and I don't think they approve of-"
"Do you think anybody is left in our conference room?"
"I-I don't know-"
"Well, I do. The room is empty. And you know why it's empty. It's empty because the men are busy fucking up a storm in the bedroom. Their going out of their gourds because we've got girls who'll give them a good, hot, sexy fucking. The kind their wives won't give them. They'll eat their ass out if you please, tickle their nuts with their tongues, and then gobble their pricks, eager to suck the juice out of the thing. When was the last time you got your wife to go down on you?"
"Can't you understand?" Mr. Nolan asked quietly, "All men are not the same when it comes to sex."
"Is that right?" Dale Dorman asked, folding his arms, and scowling at his boss in total disbelief. "Tell me, Charlie, how are you different?"
"Well, I see no reason for any woman to put her nice mouth on my dirty dick-I think-"
"Nice mouth-dirty dick-what the hell are you talking about? And, I suppose you wouldn't go down on an unclean pussy-oh, no-no matter how clean the woman keeps herself you'd have to object, because pussy-eating isn't your hang-up. Well I've got news for you-"
"Stop!" Charlie Nolan demanded in exasperation and disgust; "Fellatio and cunnilingus are disgusting, distasteful, and depraved-"
"Get lost," Dorman said, lighting a cigarette.
"I'm tempted to fire you right this minute," Charlie Nolan said tightly, doing his very best to keep his cool.
"Why don't you? Go ahead, fire me!"
"I can't," Nolan finally admitted, "I need you-"
"And why do you need me?"
"Because they'll take my company away from me if you don't succeed in this sales convention-"
"Now, you're facing reality. Desperate situations call for desperate measures. And, I saved you from financial oblivion with my ideas. Who thought of color coordination ? Who thought of models who could double as models, and serve as whores ? I did, dammit, and I want the credit."
"Alright, alright, I'll give you the credit-if it means so much to your ego. I don't need any ego-trips. I've had all the ego satisfaction
I need, and I can look back on what my father did and-"
"Stoy right there!" Dale Dorman said angrily, "That's your problem. You look back! I look forward, dammit, and that is why your company is going to make a mint of money. These men are going to get sucked-I mean licked all over, their ass-holes, their balls, their cocks, like they've never been sucked before. They'll eat your toes if that's what turns you on. And then, they'll shove their sweet cunts in the salesmen's faces and feed them pussy. If that isn't enough to drive them out of their skulls, nothing is! But, it isn't just zingy sex we're selling, it's fabulous panties, super bras. Panties and bra that make women, more appealing than being bare ass naked. It's titillation that we're interested in. It's that appeal to the imagination we're working on, And I'll guarantee you one thing. Our girls are going to astound you with the orders you'll see the men placing tomorrow."
"You could be right," Charlie Nolan nodded, "Sex does have a way of accomplishing things like nothing else."
"Weren't you ever so hot you wanted to eat a woman's pussy?" Dorman demanded angrily.
Nolan shook his head, a no-no look in his eyes, and his expression somewhat dumbfounded that his vice-president should be so upset because he didn't find oral-genital sex as exciting as he did.
"Well, maybe you wouldn't," Dorman concluded. Then, an idea hit him. If he could get June Vincent to go along with it, he was in.
"Wait right here," Dorman insisted, "I want to show you something."
Then, Dorman realized he had a real problem. The men had paired off with the women, and if he took June Vincent away, some chick would have to service four men. But, he had to go through with his plan, nevertheless.
Opening each bedroom door, he saw the action going on, and had a good chuckle. All the men and chicks were going at it with enthusiasm. Finally, he found June and motioned to her. She was sucking on a fat man's prick. Dale recognized the man as a big wholesaler from Duluth, Minnesota. He hated to deprive him of his cocksuck so he stood by and waited. The men thought he was a voyeur, as he looked up and smiled, "If you want to jerk off while you watch-it's alright," he grinned. Another man was licking away at June's vagina. It was a terrible thing to have to break up the party for the naked trio, and finally he realized the wisest thing was to wait, and hope that his boss, Charlie Nolan would wait too.
June sucked faster now, knowing that Dale had come into the room for a reason. And Dale knew he had to pretend he was there to enjoy himself, so he pulled out his penis when he finished unzipping his pants and began pumping.
The men watched each other, and there indeed was something sexually stimulating about seeing each other's sexual organ. Dorman found his penis stiffening in his hand and he reached out to grip it harder as it became more pleasurable to pull on it.
"Eat that cock," he commanded, "Go ahead, honey-eat-"
The fat wholesaler, gasped, "Oh, suck me, suck me, baby, I'll give you some sperm-suck it out when I shoot now, don't spit it out."
June shook her head, and Dale assured her, "Our models swallow," he smiled.
Then, the older salesman who was thrusting his hot tongue in and out of her vagina, was flipping out. His hands played with her buttocks as he held her, his mouth didn't move from her vagina, as he bore down hard and sucked.
"Ahhh, ohhh, suck it-suck my cock," the man from Minnesota blurted, and suddenly he shot his wad. She sucked him clean, and fingering his nuts, and patting his behind gave him the kind of ultimate satisfaction he desired. Now, she was gushing in the man's mouth, and his tongue was sweeping around her hot vagina, eagerly devouring her.
Finally, June slipped her mouth off the man's prick, and looked up at Dale. "Want a blow-job, honey?"
"Later-in my bedroom-"
The man who'd had his cock sucked off, was so drunk and tired now, he rolled over and fell asleep. The other man had difficulty prying his face off her vagina, as he enjoyed eating her so much. But, at last, she said, "Baby, that's all there is."
He got the point and pulled away. Then, she looked up at Dale, and asked, "What's up, lover?"
"I'll tell you later-come with me."
Naked, she got off the bed, and she didn't worry about slipping into her clothes, as they'd taken over the entire hotel floor, and they'd hired guards to stand at the elevator, just in case anybody got off at the wrong floor.
Together they walked down the hall, and Dale explained, as he put his penis back in his shorts, zipping up.
"Honey, I've just had a knockdown drag-out with my boss. Old man Nolan was ready to cop out of the whole deal. Somehow, he's a Puritan at heart, and he got uptight with the way the girls paraded around, and then planted themselves on the salesmen's laps. He figured it was a Sodom and Gomorrah re-run, I guess. Anyway, he said he wanted to put an end to it. I hustled him down to my room because he was hysterical! And then, I had to use my wits to keep him cool. If he got so upset, he exposed what was going on at our lingerie convention, he'd split his business wide open, and we'd be swallowed up whole by the sharks in this town, who'd love to latch onto our business. It is essential to keep him calm, and I've thought of one way-you could seduce him."
"Sure," June smiled, and then she said menacingly in a husky voice, "We could blackmail him."
"How?"
"Easy," she said, "stop in my room a minute."
June slipped into her room, and discovered Debbie and Myrna were hot at it with two men. "they had their bodies tangled like a sexual rope. Debbie was sucking on one man's penis, and the other man was sucking ow her slit. Myrna was sucking on the cock of the man eating Debbie. They were sliding up and down, ana" back and forth on each other, and didn't even notice her enter, they were so consumed with the passion of their own lust.
June took a miniature camera out of her purse, and kept it in the palm of her hand. When she stepped back into the hall, she opened her hand.
"You see what I mean?" she smiled.
"Yes, I do," he chuckled, "You've got the mind of a blackmailer."
"I've had to learn a lot of things in my business," she said seriously. "And if there is one thing I've learned it is this-"
"Go ahead, what is it?"
"It's this-every man is vulnerable!"
"I'm glad you believe that, because you'll need some doing to get old stone-face Nolan into the act."
"Leave him to me, honey, and when I'm ready, you can have your picture. Only it's best if you let me work on him alone. I have my own technique, please Dale, I know what I'm doing."
"I trust you," he smiled.
"I trust you, luv," she said softly.
Then, she handed him the camera, and stepped into the bedroom by herself. Dorman wondered when he'd know when to enter, and then he concluded that he would have to guess. But, he figured that with the know-how of June, he wouldn't be compelled to wait too long.
CHAPTER NINE
"Hi, Charlie," June smiled, as she breezed into the bedroom, stark naked. Charlie Nolan's eyes opened wide. He couldn't help but smile in spite of himself, "You know what, Miss Vincent?" he chuckled.
"What, Charlie?" she smiled, sitting down on the edge of the bed, deliberately not getting too close to him.
"You've got a shape that our "See-Through" lingerie doesn't do justice. So help me, I've seen your remarkable breasts before, but I've never seen them close-up, and with nothing at all covering them. Not that our half-moon bra-cup does a disservice to any female's bosoms, mind you! It's just that your breasts do look better naked."
"And what do you think of me down here-naked?"
Nolan's eyes glanced down. A grin surfaced.
"A work of art," he said.
"I've been called many things, Charlie," she giggled, "but never, a work of art!"
"Well, you are, my dear-you're beautiful. And maybe if I were a young horny stud out on the loose, and not married, and if my morals allowed it, I might decide to-"
"To what, Charlie?"
"You know what," he laughed.
"Charlie, you're not too old," she whispered.
"Oh, yes, I am," he smiled sheepishly, his face becoming red with embarrassment.
And then, he said, "I think you'd better go now-"
"Why, Charlie, are you weakening?"
"No," he said, shaking his head, "but I don't think I should be alone with a naked woman. You see, I'm happily married, June, and this isn't the life for me. I've always been, shall we say-a trifle on the conservative side.
"Obviously, Charlie," she smiled, "Now, what would you say if I decided to have sex with you?"
"Why do you ask?"
"I'm just curious, my dear! I have no intention whatsoever of wanting to seduce you."
"Well, I'd say, 'beautiful,' because I think all sex is beautiful. Nobody is hurting anybody if it isn't forced, and it is the nicest form of communication I know between two human beings of the opposite sex."
"Well, that's a fact," Charlie chuckled, "You are a very clever girl-I'll say that for you. Yes, you are sharp, sharp."
"If you don't want sex, luv-I'll tell you what. I'm great at giving backrubs, and I could give you an excellent massage."
"Maybe that would be alright," Charlie nodded, "I just had a terrible squabble with my vice-president."
"Well, a good, vigorous massage will make you forget it."
"Yes, if you can rub back of the heart muscle, honey. My adrenalin gets to flowing, and my heart pounds too fast, and then I'm exhausted."
"Alright," she agreed, "Just take your shirt off."
"Do I have to?"
"Yes, Charlie-if you want a really good rubdown."
Charlie Nolan got to his feet, and slowly unbuttoned his shirt, and as he glanced over at June Vincent's naked breasts jutting out, he got an eyeful.
"You do have beautiful breasts," he admitted, as he threw his shirt across the room, landing on a chair.
"And they're mine too-not one of those silicone jobs a lot of the girls get nowadays."
"Good for you," Charlie nodded, "I don't like anything artificial, whether it's breasts or people or whatever. I like things to be genuine, and on the up, and up."
Lifting her great breasts up, June smiled, "These, luv, are on the up, and up-they don't sag. I guess they sort of grow together here, and that forms a natural arch, and they burst out."
"Well, however you do it, honey-you do it right." Then, Nolan stretched out, and June smiled. "Baby, you've still got your shoes on."
"Well, you're not going to rub my feet, are you?" he demanded.
"I don't know why not," she declared, as she untied his shoe's, and let them fall to the floor. Then, she straddled his back, and began reaching out to massage him up and down his spine.
As she neared the lower spine, she exclaimed, "I can't rub your sacroiliac, sweetheart-not like this."
"Well, I can't take my pants down."
"You don't have to," June cut in quickly, fencing for words to get the results she wanted, for her eventual goal. "If you'd just undo your belt, I could pull your pants down a bit further, and massage the lower back muscles. That's where you need to be rubbed the most. The lower back takes the greatest strain of all."
"Alright," he agreed, and then she went to work, as he allowed her the access to his lower back muscles. But, June knew she'd manage to go beyond that. The luscious, erotic feelings that started to surge in him made him much more agreeable, as she slid his pants down still further, further, along with his shorts. Now, his buttocks were bare, and he wasn't complaining.
Using her fingers effectively, she massaged his prostate gland. This massage aroused his penis, and when his penis stiffened, Charlie Nolan was hooked. He couldn't admit to this of course, but he didn't complain, when June
Vincent pulled his pants all the way off, and then slid his shorts down, taking them carefully off each leg. He raised up so she could pull past his penis, and this told her Nolan was nowhere near as invincible, as his vice-president Dale Dorman imagined he was. There was plenty of action in the old boy yet, and June Vincent determined to prove it. Her hands returned to his prostate for a few moments of smooth massage. Then, she stroked the backside of his testicles.
Then, she pressed her great breasts down on his behind, and rolled them back and forth, while her fingers continued to play around his prostate. Then, she started kissing Charlie Nolan's ass cheeks. He quivered.
Now, her tongue whipped out, and she began licking all around his tight anus. He liked the feel of a woman's hot tongue licking around there, and had to admit to himself at last that perhaps he had missed out on something.
June's tongue suddenly stiffened and she plunged it up his behind, while at the same time her hands played with, kneaded, massaged, and gathered in her hands, his buttocks. The double action of her hot tongue plunging up his anus, and her hands keeping his buttocks excited, kept him sexually stimulated to such a pitch, he was beside himself.
Then, she reached under him, and let him express his penis size to her hand. She massaged his penis, and he pressed down. Now, his anus was getting some hot, exciting action, and so was his penis.
Suddenly, Nolan realized what sex was all about. He turned over, flipping his huge penis in her face. She took it, gripping it tightly, and then she let her mouth slid over its huge head. Even though Nolan was an older man, he was well-hung, and when he got excited, had a penis that would make any man proud, and turn any woman on.
His hands went down to her head, and he ran his fingers through her hair, as he turned and writhed on the bed.
Powerful emotions surged through him as she sucked on his tool. June Vincent held back nothing. She pulled his thighs in close, so she could tingle to the feel of his thighs embracing her. This always excited her. And she knew full well if she sincerely felt sexual excitement while she sucked on him, she could give him sensations he never dreamt existed. She calculated that he probably hadn't overdone screwing, and no doubt his big balls were loaded with thick cock-juice. She was curious to know what Nolan would taste like. Her hands slipped under his buttocks, and she held on for dear life as she let her head bob up and down on his thrusting rod.
"Suck me," he blurted, "Suck my cock!" At last he'd mouthed the words he'd never before mouthed in his life. And it was this newness to the sexual act that gave her something unusual and exciting about carrying on with him.
"Oh, baby, that's beautiful," he groaned in delight, finding the electrical sensations of her sucking on his main stem, something more fulfilling, more fantastic than he could ever, conceive without having this experience.
"Now, now," he blurted, "Ohhh, yes, I'm coming, I'm coming." He shouted it so loudly, that Dale Dorman who was waiting his chance in the hall darted in, and took the picture. The picture that could mean everything for his future. He moved the miniature camera, and continued taking pictures for his boss, Charles Nolan was rolling his head back and forth, his eyes closed in sexual ecstasy, and June went on sucking his penis juices.
Just as smoothly, as he'd darted into the room, Dorman darted out.
He had what he wanted now. And June felt as though she had been the brains back of his successful venture into blackmail. But it was just a venture. Time would tell how effectively they both could bring it off.
June pulled her mouth off him, and then she got another idea. What would a man like Nolan think if someone sucked twice on his ass-hole? The surprise that it would bring to him nearly made her chuckle. She lifted his buttocks, and slid a pillow under him quickly, and then she let her tongue flip in again. At the same time, she rimmed him, she took his penis in her hand and began pumping on it. She swiftly pulled it up and down, and it didn't take long for it to leap back to life.
"Oh, baby, do me again," he begged her, and June's mouth went over his penis for the second time.
"Eat my cock! Come on, cocksucker, suck the juice out of it," Charles Nolan cried, and for all the world, he sounded just like any other man who is getting a super suck.
"Ohhh, baby, let me throat-fuck you," he begged her, and then she let him drive his hot tool down her throat.
"That's it, ohhh, ahhh, baby, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming," he gasped, as his hot sperm flashed down her throat. She accepted him, knowing full well the danger that rejecting a male's hot, creamy juice was tantamount to insulting him.
As he finished shooting, she slowly eased her mouth off his rod.
"Can I eat you?" he smiled.
"If you want to," she said quietly slipping her leg over his chest, and sliding herself forward.
"I'd like it if you'd eat my ass out first," she smiled, and then she lowered her buttocks over his face. His hot tongue whipped out, and soon he was licking away at her anus.
"Honey, the trick is to stiffen your tongue, and then I slide up and down it like a flagpole-okay?"
"Yes, luv," he said agreeably. And then Dale Dorman opened the door, just a crack, and allowed the camera lens to focus on the scene of his boss, sliding his tongue in and out of his model employee's anus.
"Suck my ass out," she panted, as she pushed up and down. "Ohhh, yes, suck my ass out. You're good at it. Ohhh, ahh, I love it ... I love it."
Charlie Nolan was surprised himself. He had not the remotest idea that a stuffed-shirt like himself, could ever succumb to the activities he was now engaging in, and engaging in with complete candor.
As his eyes observed her pussy hairs starting to moisten, he knew it was time to switch his tongue jabbing action from her anus, to her vagina. Slipping his tongue out of her anus ever so smoothly, he made little darting movements with his tongue on her vagina. And then he thrust it in full force, reaching up to grip her breasts. Now, she was enjoying Charlie ever so much. His tongue told her he possessed good sex instincts, and knew much about pleasing a woman.
"Eat my pussy," she urged him on, "Mmmmmmmm, it'll taste real good, lovereat me-eat it up."
Back and forth his tongue swept inside her, as he licked her vagina walls. She quivered, and the thrills raced up and down her spine, as the tongue jabbing up her, combined with the hands on her breasts drove her out of her mind.
"Pinch my nipples," she pleaded with him, as her streak of sadism surfaced. "Yes, like that. Harder!"
Charlie Nolan was learning more about sex in this one hour session with the gorgeous model June Vincent than he'd learned about erotic sex action in his entire lifetime.
"Ohhh, baby, I can't stand it, I can't stand it," she cried out, and as she cried in sexual ecstasy, a camera lens pointed at the scene once more. Another shot of President Charlie Nolan's mouth connecting with a female's genitals was taken. And Dale Dorman felt his own kind of thrilling sensations, shivering up and down his spine, as he thought of the possibilities the simple pressing of the camera lens could well afford, providing he played his cards right.
Suddenly, June gushed, and she held on his head, and guided him, as he sucked, "Eat me, eat it up. Go after the pussy juice," she begged him. And sure enough, Nolan's tongue lashed around her hot insides, and he licked her, devouring her delicious juices, savoring the taste and smell of her sex. She kept gripping his head, and guiding him, until he'd finished. Then, he moved away, licking his lips as he did so.
As she pulled away from him, the look on his face was what both amazed and puzzled her. Even though Charlie Nolan was an older man, he had the wild, wicked look of a teen-aged kid who just experienced his first piece of ass.
June walked to the widow, and looked cut over the city. With the photos Dorman had taken, she felt as if she owned it. Turning to Charlie, she grinned, "Baby, you just got fucked."
"You can say that again," he laughed, reaching down to his penis which was once more erect. Gripping it, he waved it proudly in front of her.
"Alright," she laughed, "I will say it again. Charlie Nolan, you just got fucked!"
CHAPTER TEN
About half an hour later, June went to each bedroom to tell the girls that the orgy action would be held in the conference room. The men reluctantly pulled themselves away from their beautiful bed partners they were sharing and did as June instructed.
Bright-colored beach towels were spread around the room to form a circle, and the luscious girls spread out on the beach towels, and with their hands massaging their vaginas, got the point across. Two men were once more assigned to each girl.
June presided in the center.
"We've planned a re-run of a Roman orgy," June began, "Here we have the most delicious girls we could find for you to nibble on."
As the young bell-boys went around the room with cans of whipped cream, and cherries, the men marveled at the arrangement. Each girl was having her breasts covered with the white, whipped cream. And on each breast there was a red cherry, and down at her vagina, more whipped cream swirled out, and again-there was the cherry.
The men began licking the whipped cream off each breast. And as their tongues lapped away, the girls exclaimed, the appropriate oooohhh's, and ahhhh's to excite their imaginations all the more. Then, they took turns sucking on the whipped cream topped with a cherry, vagina. While one man enjoyed nibbling on a girl's breasts, the other would lick away at her joy hole.
It was a delightful combination, sucking on juicy breasts, and hot vaginas.
Both men were getting so excited, that June knew she'd have to arrange something quickly.
"Alright, men," she exclaimed, "Now, you'll be given another choice. One man will get his ass sucked, followed by a cock suck-while the other man will screw a model's vagina-it's really very simple."
It didn't take the men long to decide who would do the screwing and who would get sucked-off. Dale Dorman was very proud of his display as he walked around the room. He watched the girls turn-on, and frankly marveled at how efficient they all actually were. There were the men, and women on the orange, and blue, and red beach towels. Now, the men were lowering their buttocks on each model's face. And the smiling models were accepting them with delight. With hands outspread, the men were moving their buttocks closer to their mouths. And then their hot tongues would lash out, and start licking on each hot anus.
But, the girl? couldn't be more delighted. They had been trained to use their tongues on the men where it counted. Doing what all the other whores could do-lie back, groping their butt, and moaning was insufficient. June and Dale Dorman agreed, this orgy, had to be something spectacular. And with the lights, and music adding excitement to the sucking and fucking circle, the men's sexual satisfaction was assured.
Dale Dorman observed the men fitting their long, hard penises into place. He noticed they were guiding themselves in slowly, and all the time watching the other men. Apparently, the voyeur instinct-wanting to see others fucking and sucking-was almost universal.
And this was why Dorman figured he'd played it cool to stage both kinds of sex-sex with the privacy of a bedroom, where the trios could carry on in more or less privacy, and a big, splashy free-for-all orgy, where the action could become more inflamed, and intense as the passions built to match the orgy action.
Now, the crowning act was brought into a center spot, while the girls sucked on the men's behinds, pulled on their penises, in a rim-and jerk fantasy session.
A tall blonde girl, with a German shepherd on a rhinestone leash paraded into her place at the center of the room. She got up on the gold mattress in the center of the room, and the dog's huge penis was on display. Spreading her legs, she got the dog quickly in line with her vagina, and then she begged the dog to have sex with her.
"Fuck me, lover," she begged, "Give it all to me! I want it all!"
The dog's huge penis drove into her vagina, adding intensity, and dramatics to the proceedings. Now, the men were turning on to the point, where the ass licking had to end, and the cocksucking begin.
Flipping their huge penises into the girl's faces, the men began demanding the same thing, "Suck my cock! That's a good girl, open wide!"
As their mouths opened to receive the penises, they grunted their pleasure.
"Suck it, suck my prick. Eat my dirty dong. Go ahead," one man demanded, as his body began sweating in the emotional heat the orgy had generated.
Dale Dorman advised the man operating the stereo that it was time to put the African fertility drums on the machine. Quickly, the hot-blooded African drums began sounding in the room, as the authentic fertility drum-beats beat in time to the rhythm of hot fucking.
"Oh, baby, you're beautiful," the man from Minnesota gasped, as he slid his tool down the throat of the girl before him. She accepted it like a sword swallower, letting her hands pull on his behind.
The men who were pumping it to the vagina were flipping out of their gourds too. They thoroughly enjoyed watching the action, and as they glanced around the suck and fuck circle, they discovered that indeed there was plenty of action, even without the dog fucker in the center spot.
And then the men started to get their rocks off. Action paced at such a high pitch couldn't last for too long-it was too intense. And if fault there was, Dale deduced, it was that the fabulous moment of scintillating orgasm couldn't be captured, and sustained for more than those few fabulous seconds when the penis shoots its load.
Dorman couldn't help grasping his own main stem, and pumping at the sight of it. Then, he observed there was one woman who could do it for him. The dog fucker. Her hands were free. He went to the center of the room, and flipped his penis in her face.
"Mind if I join your act?" he chuckled as the girl adjusted herself so he could straddle her breasts without disturbing the dog, who had to get his rocks off in the worst way, apparently-from the way he was pumping it to her. Once he was in line with her hot mouth, Dale Dorman, vice-president of "See-Through Lingerie" shoved it down her throat.
"That's it, baby," he blurted, "Suck my joint!"
His balls rode her chin, as he drove it to her, "Ohhhhh, baby, that's beautiful. Suck me, suck me!" he exclaimed, as the passion built in his loins.
"Ohhhhh, ahhh, yes, yes, suck my cock.
Suck it!" Mercilessly, he drove it down her throat, as his eyes shot around the room. Even though he'd primarily arranged the orgy for business, he had to admit it was a mighty pleasurable concept in any event.
The girl went on sucking, and her hands did wonderful things to his behind. Kneading his buttocks, massaging the sides of his ass, all added enormously to the pleasure. Smiling down at her young, and beautiful face, he thrilled to see how she hung onto the tip of his penis.
"That's a good girl," he gasped, "Now, now-eat it-eat that cock! Ohhhhh, ahhhh, yes, yes-baby-suck my prick! Suck it off! Ahhh, ohhhhhh, yes, yes, suck that cock!"
The penis finally exploded.
"Now, now, gobble it. Doesn't it taste good? Is it sweet enough for you?" he smiled down at her. The passion was sustained, and the girl refused to take her mouth off Dale's dick until she'd had the pleasure of devouring his cum completely.
If there was one thing Dorman liked it was a girl who could put enthusiasm into her work, especially if her work happened to be cock-sucking. Girls who did it in a half-hearted way were worse than giving himself a hand-job, he concluded, and that was why he made the point perfectly clear to June Vincent that she should tell the models to give-give-give out!
Now, he slid himself out, just as the dog got there. "Hey, we almost shot it into her at the same time," he chuckled, as he patted the dog's rump.
Then, he noticed some of the men were finishing. He got a particular charge watching one black man, with a huge, black penis who had it so far down the model's throat, he wondered if the girl would choke on it.
"Eat that black prick," he was crying in wild-eyed wonder. "Go ahead, cocksucker-eat that prick-got a good load of sperm in there for you, white chick. And my sperm is white-even if my cock is black."
It was a spectacle to see the blonde girl's hands grasping his smooth black behind. She was massaging him, as his black balls bounced merrily on her chin as he pumped it down her throat. Her mouth fastened to his sliding black penis, and her cheeks sucked in.
"Ahhh, ohhh, suck me, suck me, hot baby, suck that black dick!"
When he noticed Dale Dorman watching, he exclaimed, "Ohhh, man, this white chick sucks it like my wife never did. Guess she ain't used to black prick, and she's going out of her fuckin' mind eatin' it."
"Keep it up, old boy," Dale smiled, as he tapped him playfully on the shoulder.
June Vincent had the New York wholesaler's penis in her mouth. She knew it was important to give him a good ride as he bought for such a huge section. But, he was something else to suck on. Apparently, he'd gotten his rocks off a few times earlier in the evening-either that or he'd been drinking so much he couldn't produce up to his quota. She knew, however, that he was determined to get his gun off-no matter what. And this knowledge made it rough for her to go on.
"Eat it," he begged her, "Suck that prick. Thata' girl-eat my joint!"
It was half hard yet, even with all his efforts. She thought perhaps a finger gliding up his ass-hole would help, or maybe even a prostate massage. She vowed she'd get his rocks off if it killed her, and judging from how long it was taking him to shoot his gun off-she thought it very well might finish her off.
"Suck me," he begged, "Suck my cock. Ahh, ohhh, I think I'm coming-I-ahhhhh."
But it was a false alarm, and he had to muster up more ball juice somehow to make it shoot. And then there was fiery redhead Myrna. She was eating a Mexican guy's dong. As she .sucked him in, she enjoyed the smell of his sweaty balls, and it turned her on to see it sliding way in. way out. The saliva-slickened instrument was something to see. But best of all was the comforting feel of his balls as they bounced up and down on her chin.
"Eat it, cocksucker, eat it," he cried out, as she sucked away. Meantime, the man who was pumping it to her up her snatch was getting her very best snapping-pussy action.
He was stammering, and stuttering and flipping out. "Ohhhh, ahhhh, suck-suck that cock," the Mexican man demanded, thinking perhaps she was devoting too much time to making her pussy snap for the man driving it up her vagina, and too little time eating his dong.
Debbie was making her hot mouth move up and down a middle aged, balding man from Baltimore. He was a buyer for a big area, and she knew how vital it was to give him such a wild cocksucking he'd buy scads of panties, and bras, thus keeping the "See-Through Lingerie Company" in business.
Meantime, a young, horny fucker from Michigan was driving it savagely up her gash. She almost wondered if he'd tear her he was plowing into her in such rapid-fire force.
At the same time, the Michigan buyer was stammering, "Grab my dong. baby doll. That's it, massage it! Fuck me, ohh, ahhh, yes, yes, fuck it!"
He slid himself hard in and out of her, and he finally unloaded. "Ohhhh, ahhh, I'm coming," he exclaimed. His orgasm triggered the man shoving it down her throat to shoot his wad. He gasped, "Ohhhhh. so am I-come on, cocksucker, eat my dick. Eat it. Go after the juice! Suck it, honey, suck it!"
By then, the whole room had nearly finished shooting their rocks off, and Charlie Nolan was nowhere in sight. He was sleeping peacefully in his bedroom, having had his sex taken care of expertly by June.
But, there was still problems for the man who was fucking June Vincent's face, and with almost everybody having gotten their guns off, she decided to employ strategy.
If the man could be fooled into thinking he'd shot his gun off when he hadn't then she knew she had it made. So, June Vincent decided to put on an act. After all, much of it would be a face-saving device, because the man didn't want to think he couldn't make it as many times as his business associates.
Now, she pretended that it was shooting. A look of triumph flashed across the New York wholesale buyer's face, as he saw her head bobbing, her cheeks sucking in, her face flushing, and heard gurgling in her throat.
With her part of the performance, letter perfect, he was almost hypnotized into thinking his penis was actually shooting, and therefore, he had to go along with the act.
"Eat it," he gasped, "Eat my cock. Ohhhhh, ahhh, suck me, suck my cock. Ahhh, ohhh, yes, yes, suck me!"
June nodded, as if she was getting a good load and using the saliva in her mouth to fool him. It worked. He thought he'd come, and finally he pulled his flaccid prick out of her mouth much to her relief.
As June and the other girls got up, and returned to the bedrooms, Dale Dorman saw to it that the men were again served platters of food, and plenty of drinks.
Always following a wild sexual session, Dorman knew it was good tb have plenty of food available for the men to enjoy. They relished their food with hearty appetites, as the constant energy expended in unloading their sperms into the women had depleted their reserves of energy.
"Oh, Wow!" the New York wholesale buyer exclaimed, as he saw all the food and drink being served, "This has gotta' be the biggest blast we ever had-and you can be sure I'm going to order big. I've never had such a good time in all my life."
"I haven't either," Dale Dorman chuckled.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The next day the convention was over, and the girls were told, "We're going to take a couple days longer in New York City because we want you to have a chance to do some sightseeing, and see some shows. I've gotten tickets for all of us to see 'Follies' tonight. It's a big hit and I think you girls will flip when you see it."
June Vincent walked over to the window of the huge conference room and smiled, "It doesn't seem possible so much has happened in such a short time, now does it?"
The girls listened to her as she reminisced about the night before, "But we did have a blast, didn't we?"
They nodded, and there were a few 'yes' comments, but they were waiting primarily to have her toll them they were free to go where they wanted to.
"Alright," June smiled, "You girls are on your own!"
It didn't take long for all of them to scatter, and then the girls were gone. Now. June was alone, and the city looked so inviting she couldn't wait to split, and see the sights herself. She turned and there was Dale Dorman standing beside her.
"Hi," she greeted him.
"Hello, there," he said smoothly. As she looked into his eyes, a penetrating look he was giving her gave her a marvelous sensation. Dale and June had known each other-most intimately. Every corner, crack and crevice of their bodies had been explored.
The most wonderful thing of all was that of all she thought as she looked up at him was that she was totally uninhibited, not afraid to suck his ass out, not afraid to lick on his joystick, lick his balls, and finally sucked his joint, enjoying the juice so much she could gladly swallow it. But, more than that, she could give his penis a wild workout when he'd thrust it in her gash. With trained cunt muscles, constantly keeping them toned, she could grind out a fabulous fuck.
And, when it came to the anal-trip, June knew she could give any man a hot ass fuck that was right at the top. She frankly enjoyed the penis invasion of her behind, and knew how to use her muscles here too.
As Dale looked at her, without saying a word, he felt the same intimate closeness surging through him. He liked the fact, she not only accepted his penis anywhere he wanted to thrust it, but that she delighted in his way-out ideas on screwing. It gave him a lot of satisfaction, and he decided that he would definitely have many more fabulous fucks with this super-fucker.
"How about lunch?" he smiled. "Oh, I'd love that," she nodded, "Where."
"How about the top of the sixes."
"Where's that?"
"666 Fifth Avenue," he said, "You're above all New York, and you dine with a view that is out of this world."
"Sounds like fun," she agreed, and so they took a taxi from their Central Park Hotel over to the Top of the Sixes, and as they strode into the restaurant with the resplendent view of New York City laid out below, they both were exultant and happy. They ordered the best meat in the house, the Chateaubriand special. And then, they looked out over the city.
"This has to be the greatest city in the world," June smiled.
"It is," Dale assured her, "and I've got good news for you-"
"What? The orders? Did the wholesale buyers order big?"
"Did they?" he exclaimed, "Listen, sweetheart, 'See-Through Lingerie Company' never had anything like this before. We're going to have to expand our plant, not shut down-and they're putting up half the amount in cash, just to get the orders rolling."
Instinctively, June's hands went across the table, and Dale reached out to grip her hands between his.
"Anybody ever tell you that you're beautiful?" he smiled.
"All the time but I don't believe them," she laughed, "They are just playing games-"
"I'm not," Dale said seriously, "This is for real!"
"It is for me too," she replied.
"Would you two like to order your dessert now?' the nervous waitress asked, trying to rush them so she could seat some more people who had been waiting impatiently for some time for a table.
"Oh, yes-we're having dessert-what would you like?"
"Anything you say," she replied.
"Do you still have that fresh Florida fruit salad that you used to have?"
"Sure do," the waitress nodded, "Two?"
"Yes, and with whipped cream," he smiled. This set June to laughing-
The waitress looked at her puzzled, shrugged, and walked off.
"Why are you laughing?"
"I can't help it," she said, trying hard to restrain her laughter, "I guess I've got a warped sense of humor-but you know the last time we had whipped cream-it was served on our bosoms, and you know what-"
"Yes, baby doll, I do," Dale smiled, as he whispered to her, and turned to see if anyone was listening in on their conversation.
The fresh Florida fruit compote, topped with white swirls of whipped cream with a red cherry in the center was served a few moments later, and again June was consumed with gales of laughter, as the thoughts about the orgy flashed through her mind. The waitress was frankly puzzled, and shook her head as she strode away from their table, mumbling under her breath, "takes all kinds, that's for sure."
And then after they'd finished, and Dale had purposely given her a good tip for putting up with their nonsense, they took the elevator down to the main floor. As they strode along Fifth Avenue, June ogled the beautiful clothes in the window, and at Sak's, she stopped dead in her tracks.
"Isn't that gorgeous?" she gasped.
"Isn't what gorgeous?" Dale demanded, looking all around the window, and wondering what turned her on.
"The white mink," she smiled.
"You would get turned-on with that, wouldn't you?" he smiled, "Well, honey, I'll make you a promise. If I get that raise that I hope to, we'll-"
"Oh, yes, go on-"
"We'll come back here and buy it for you," he smiled.
"Oh, Dale," she sighed, "You're wonderful! I'll never forget this trip."
Secretly, she was hoping she could bring him to the point where he might mention marriage.
"I've got something to show you back in the hotel," he finally told her as they came to Central Park, and started walking past the
Plaza to their nearby hotel.
When they were up in Dale's suite, he went to a steel locker and unlocked it. "In here, . honey-is where I keep my valuables."
Then, making sure he'd locked his bedroom door, he threw the enlargements of the photos across the bed.
"Oh, my god," June groaned, "You've got a passport to the presidency of 'See-Through Lingerie Company'-baby, are you ever lucky. You're heading for the top."
"Maybe not the presidency," Dale said quietly, "but he'll sure give me one hell of a bonus when I show him these, and tell him his wife might find them fascinating."
"To be sure," June smiled, "And you know sweetheart, I always find you fascinating."
"Same here," he nodded, "Would you like to show me with your mouth how much you think of me."
June nodded, as she started undressing. Then, Dale began unbuttoning his shirt, and smiling at her as he watched her breasts appear in their half-moon bra cups that his company had designed.
Then, she slid out of her skirt, and her see-through panties turned him on as they always did.
"You're driving me out of my gourd," he smiled, "keep stripping-"
"No," she smiled, "I want you to undress me-all the way."
When Dale was down to his shorts, he obliged, stepping over to her, and pulling her clothes off. Her breasts jutted out with their rosy nipples, and her vagina quivered, as his fingers brushed her there.
"I'll pull your shorts down," she said softly, as she dropped to her knees, and pulled them down. He stepped out of them, as his huge erection popped into view.
"Oh, Wow," she gasped, "am I going to have a ball sucking on this joystick."
She let her mouth move back and forth on his huge penis, and her fingers went down to his balls, as she played with them. Finally, he reached down, and guided her head over his pecker, as he panted. "Not so fast, baby-I want you to lick me all over."
She slowly eased her mouth off his penis, and then they both got on the bed.
"You know what I really enjoy?" he smiled.
"Your tongue up my ass," he chuckled.
"Well, you'll get that, and then I've got an idea-just a minute. I'll wrap a towel around myself and go down to my room and then I'll show you."
June put the towel around herself, went to her room, and placed her dildo and straps setup in a large carrying handbag, and hastily went back to the bedroom.
"Baby, you just lie on your stomach and I'll show you a few things about making love."
June straddled him at first, using some baby oil she poured out of a small jar onto his back to relax him. Then, she came down to his firm, round buttocks. Vigorously, she applied some there. And then she felt of his prostate gland, massaging it slowly.
"Oh, baby, that feels good to me," he assured her, "Yes, yes-I really like that."
"Most men do," she said softly, and then she whispered, "They like this too."
June brushed her weighty breasts across his buttocks, crushing them down on his buttocks. Instantly, he felt the erotic sensations flash through his body, and he arched himself up to enjoy her there.
"Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes, that's beautiful," he moaned, "press down some more."
By alternating the action of her breasts crushing down on his buttocks with brushing them sideways she was producing sharp electrical sexual sensations up and down his spine.
No doubt about it, the sensations he was experiencing were among the most pleasurable he'd known in his life. But, this was just the beginning. Now, June brushed her beautiful face across his buttocks, lightly letting her tongue trail along his behind. Then, she swept the surface of his buttocks with her sticky tongue.
Then, she used her hands to gently massage his buttocks, as she pried them apart, so she could use her tongue to lick around his tight anus. Dale got a big charge out of this. He became completely turned-on, when her hot tongue licked in a continuous circle, ever increasing its intensity, and speed. And then she stiffened her tongue, and plunged into his ass-hole. Dale's ass-hole quivered, as her hot tongue shot up it with new-found force.
Arching his buttocks upward, he made it possible for her to drive her tongue swiftly forward.
"Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes," he panted, "That's it! Ohhh, baby-eat my ass out-yes, yes, suck on it! Lick ass! Suck ass. Eat my ass out."
The idea of a beautiful, young woman like June having her beautiful face buried in his buttocks, and her hot tongue plunging up his anus excited him. And June knew how to keep his passion building to the breaking point.
She used her hands effectively, massaging his round buttocks, as her tongue focused its action on his ass-hole.
Dale's hands groped the sheets, as he thrilled to the passionate moments he was experiencing.
As June observed his penis pushing down into the sheets, she took one hand off his buttocks, and reached under. Instantly, he lifted up, allowing her the opportunity to slip her hand under his penis. At this moment, he pressed back and forth, and the sensations excited him some more.
"I can't wait much longer," he panted as he pushed.
"You won't have to," she said breathlessly. And then he begged her, "Honey, let me flip over and face-fuck you."
"Alright," she said, as her face lifted up, and Dale Dorman's eager body turned over. His huge penis pointed at her mouth, and Dale gripped it tightly.
"Pretend it's an ice cream cone," he smiled, "Ohhhh, yes, like that, lover."
June's hot tongue was licking just the velvet head. With wide licking sweeps, and small darting tongue movements, she was bringing him there.
He released his penis, and her hand gripped it tightly, as she guided herself up and down its shiny surface. With her other hand, she gently tugged at his balls. The effect was fantastic.
"Suck it," he demanded, "Suck my cock off!"
Back and forth her mouth traveled the length of his penis, and then she stopped.
"What are you stopping for?" Dale demanded.
"Forgive me, baby," she smiled, "but I've got a good idea of how we can make it more exciting."
She went to her carrying bag, and took out the dildo. He flipped when he saw her strapping it on.
"Baby-I can't wait!"
His hand was on his penis, and he was pumping.
"Oh, yes, you can," she smiled. "I've got a way-out fuck for you that will drive you up the wall!"
Just then, she got on the bed, and proceeded to pour some of the baby oil on the plastic replica of a penis. He looked at it curiously.
"You can even see the veins," he observed.
"Yes, because it is an excellent copy."
"Beautiful," she smiled, "spread your sweet ass-hole for me lover."
"Oh, my god, baby, I can't take all that in-"
"You've got a bigger ass-hole than I have and you like to hammer it up me."
"Well, you've got a point."
"Sure, I have," she smiled, as she began easing the now slippery dildo up his tight behind. It was a delicate operation, but June was used to it, and carefully eased the dildo head past his tight anal ring.
"Easy-easy-that's my ass-hole, remember that, honey," he warned, as he watched her finally stab the entire length of the dildo up his ass-hole.
And then he looked at her, with her breasts draped over him, and her body angled so she could slide her dildo up his ass-hole.
"You're beautiful," he smiled, "You really are, beautiful." Now, he caught on to what she was intending to do. Her body was thrusting the dildo in at an angle, and her head was even with his penis, only above it. As he felt himself getting another hard-on, he realized just how close her mouth was to his huge penis-head.
"Oh, baby, we're almost there," he enthused as she pumped away up his ass-hole.
At last Dale's penis was even with her mouth. Her tongue shot out, and she licked all around its shiny surface.
"Just a little farther," he panted, as he angled himself so that he could slide the entire head of his prick into her mouth, thus giving her something to suck on.
A moment more, and the penis-head moved into place. She sucked on it diligently, as she also drove the dildo up his behind in hard, driving stabs. To Dale's surprise, he was thoroughly enjoying the dildo sliding in and out of his ass-hole, and coupled with his penis being sucked upon in her hot mouth, he was almost home-free.
"Suck it," he panted, "Ohhh, yes, cocksucker. Give it to me, suck that meat. Eat that prick! Gobble it up!" His arms went out and he clutched at the sheets, as waves of sexual delight flashed through his body.
"Eat it," he begged, "Eat my cock-ahhhh, ohhh, yes, baby. Go for the juice!"
By now, June was so worked up, she couldn't wait to devour his penis. She sucked it savagely, as she fucked his ass-hole in piston-like thrusts.
"Ohhhhh, ahhhhh, I'm coming, I'm coming," he groaned, and the hot, creamy cum flashed out of his joint, as she sucked it. She kept, the dildo driving up there all the time, and when she finished eating him, pulled off with a small smile.
"How was that?"
"You're something else, lover," he whispered.
Then, she got off the bed, and showed him the next thing she had in mind.
"What's that?" he demanded, as he got off the bed, and headed for the bathroom to wash up in the shower.
"Take your shower, first, honey, and then come back and I'll show you."
"No, baby, you've got me curious," he insisted.
"Alright, if you must know this is a double-dildo. It has two ends. One goes up the ass-hole, the other slides up the cunt. But, I'm taking the cunt dildo off-you can fuck me with the real thing, and yet we can make the other pecker slide up my ass-hole. How about that?"
"Beautiful," he said, "Anything you say!"
Feeling so content with his own enjoyable sexual escapade, he was more than willing to provide her with some erotic delight.
He took his shower, enjoying the alternating hot and cold water. Then, he came back into the bedroom, wiping himself dry.
"You know I'm going to feel funny putting that thing on," he confided.
"Well, baby, you don't have to," she assured him. Dale put the dildo on, and walked over to her. "Two cocks are better than one, is that the general idea?"
"Yes, baby," she smiled, throwing her legs out so she could take him on.
He mounted her, and she applied some oil to the dildo. Also, she put some around her anus.
"This is a groovy fuck," she assured him, "once you get it going. You've just got to use a little imagination-and whatever."
And then, Dale moved in, sliding the dildo in her anus slowly, and at the same time easing his penis in her vagina.
Glancing toward the mirror, he told her bluntly. "I want to watch this ! ! ! This is a wild way to fuck!"
He enjoyed the sight of the dildo going up her behind at the same time her penis was sliding in place.
"Fuck it," she gasped, "Ohhhh, yes, lover, I like it double. Two cocks are much better than one. Fuck me! Ohhhh, ahhhh, yes, fuck, fuck, fuck it!"
Now, Dale had gotten his pace, and he drove it into her in long, hard strokes.
"Ohhh, yes, baby, fuck-fuck-fuck it," she urged, as her vagina twisted and turned, when the thrills shot through both orifices.
"I wish I had something in my mouth to suck on," she panted. And Dale bent over, "Here's my tongue, luv-suck on it!"
She went to town, sucking on it fiercely, and the two penises, one plastic, one Dale's, went sliding up their respective holes.
"Fuck me, fuck me, ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes," she gasped. To his surprise, Dale was supercharged with this far-out fuck, and his pecker was ready to explode any minute.
"Don't stop now, baby," he begged, "We can make it together." June reached out and groped his buttocks, as he poured it to her.
"Oh, yes, like that, I want it," she urged him. "Fuck me, fuck me, honey, fuck me. I need it so bad. Ohhhh, ahhh, yes, yes, fuck me."
And then it came. The hot sperm shot out of his cock, and a split second later, June gushed.
"Right on," he panted, "Keep going, lover. Keep fucking!" The hot fuck continued, and it didn't stop until they both came twice.
"Ahhh, I'm there again, grab that prick, milk me, milk me," Dale begged. And the penis kept shooting its milky, sticky contents in her vagina.
At last, he slid off her. The hot, creamy climax was over and both lovers were satisfied. Dale pulled out of her both" holes, and they laughed about the dildo.
Washing off in the shower, they lovingly soaped each other down.
"Don't get me so turned on," he told her.
"Why not?"
"Because I might want to marry you," he explained.
CHAPTER TWELVE
The next week, Dale Dorman and Charles Nolan were in conference.
"I want to congratulate you on what you've accomplished," the president of 'See-Through Lingerie Company' congratulated his vice-president, Dale Dorman. "We've got orders stacked on my desk so high-we're going to have to go ahead with that expansion you spoke to me about."
"Great!" Dale enthused, putting out his hand, and pumping the president's extended hand enthusiastically.
"I'll admit you've been a whiz-kid in the sales and promotional department. Why, I've frankly never seen anything like the success we're enjoying now. Even when my father, god love him, was around the plant, we never had anything like it."
"What do you think did it?"
"Well, it was no doubt the color coordination concept for one thing. And then there was the great idea of using models. I think that was a master stroke of genuis. Those gorgeous girls really looked beautiful in our spectacular parity and bra-line. Those half-moon bras are a sensation-we've had thirty thousand orders on that one bra alone."
"Good," Dale smiled, waiting for Nolan to give him the credit that was due him.
"And you know what I'm going to do?" Nolan boomed.
"I have no idea," Dale Dorman admitted frankly. "What?"
"Build a new home. We'll call it Stonecrest-after my father's home in England. You know my father used to have a marvelous home in the English countryside. Did I ever show you a picture of old Stonecrest?"
"No, you haven't," Dale grinned, "let me see the pictures." Immediately, Charlie Nolan slid open his center drawer and took several pictures out of a manila folder.
Placing the photos on his desk, Dale Dorman looked down at them. Indeed, Stonecrest was an impressive place. It had a remarkable, rolling lawn. And the building looked as if it might have cost a million to construct.
"So you are planning to build a place like this, huh?"
"Well, on this order."
"Nice if you can afford it," Dale smiled.
"With all the money I'll be making," Charlie Nolan chuckled, "I'll be hunting for ways to spend it."
"Charlie," Dale said flatly, "I have some photos I'd like to show you-"
"Why, yes, of course," the president nodded, "What are they pictures of?"
"You'll see-"
The photos spread out before him showed June Vincent with her mouth plugged up with Charlie Nolan's long, thrusting penis. The second photo depicted another shot of the same, only with June's mouth closer. And the third photo almost drove him up the wall. He was sucking away on June's vagina. His face turned white as the blood drained.
"What is the meaning of this ? "
"Money," Dale Dorman smiled. "Pure money, don't you get the picture, boss?"
"Blackmail, that's what," Nolan boomed, "Get the hell out of here. Dammit, get out!"
That was the vocal response. And then Nolan's hands reached down to the accusing photos. The sight of his penis in the model's mouth, the sight of his face pressed tightly to her vagina made him want to vomit. Suddenly he seized the photos, and tore them into small pieces.
And as he looked at the heap of torn-up photos, he breathed deeply. "Now, get out of here," he boomed, "And don't you ever set foot in this office again, do you understand?"
"Sure, boss," Dale nodded, but as he got to the door, he turned back, "I have the negatives, and fifteen copies. The copies are in two different bank vaults-so they won't get torn up."
For a second, Charlie Nolan didn't know what to do. But, one thing he did know, he was cornered.
"Come back here," he finally said meekly, "What do you want Dorman?"
"A bonus," Dorman smiled, "and if you want to give me some more imagine titles, that's alright, but the bonus is non-negotiable."
"I don't like your techniques," Nolan said sullenly, "but I'll admit it was damned clever of you."
"Thank you," Dorman smiled without humor, "but you forced me into this spot. Blackmail isn't my business."
"Well, what would you call what you're doing to me?"
"A rotten way to get a raise," Dorman laughed.
"Alright, what do you think is fair?"
"You mean percentage, don't you?"
"Percentage of what?" Nolan demanded, getting angrier by the moment. "Just how much do you think I should pay for some sex? My fortune?"
"You k: w that your company was sinking, and I saved it," Dale Dorman reminded him casually, "For that I ask twenty-five percent."
"That's too much."
"Alright, I'll come down to twenty percent-"
"You drive a hard bargain, Dorman," Charlie said grimly. "Is there any chance you'd like to sell some photos?"
"No way," Dale assured him coldly.
"You surely don't want a bonus besides, do you?"
"How much did you take in from new orders for our lingerie?"
"Not much," Charlie Nolan spit out quickly. "No, as matter-of-fact-"
"Let me see for myself," Dale demanded, and meekly, Charlie pushed the sales order sheet over to him for his personal inspection. The moment he saw the order sheet, he realized the sales had jumped two hundred percent, and about $300,000 orders had been processed. He smiled triumphantly, and breathed, "Oh, Wow!"
"Nice, yes, it is nice," Charlie Nolan said, scratching his nose in a nervous gesture, "but don't hold me up, Dale. Be reasonable."
"Were you reasonable with me?"
"Well, perhaps, I was dwelling on Stonecrest too much. But, I got carried away at the possibility of seeing a lifelong dream finally become a reality-"
"Marvelous," Dale said, "Well, Charlie, give me ten thou, and twenty percent of the profits, and I'll settle for that."
"You drive a hard bargain," Charlie said stonily, "Now, I want the negatives and all fifteen copies of those photos."
"How could you ever be sure I wouldn't keep one set tucked away and keep making more demands ? "
"Because I trust you," Nolan said quietly, "I guess I didn't do the right thing by you. Will you get me those copies now, and the negatives, and promise me this will be the end of your demands."
"I promise," Dale assured him, "but I want it in writing what I will get out of the deal. Okay?"
"Alright, I'll put it down in writing if that's what you want. Apparently, you don't trust me!"
"Should I?"
"No," Nolan admitted.
A few hours later, as the day was about to end at the office, Dale Dorman came in with all of the photos he said he had, and the negatives as well. He threw them on his boss's desk, and a sigh of relief came from Charlie Nolan now.
"Good!" he exclaimed, "and this represents everything you have-all the photos, all the negatives?"
"Yes," Dale smiled, "but before you destroy them, make out our little contract for twenty percent and ten grand."
"Of course. Now, I'll make this out. I don't think it is anything I'd exactly like our secretary to become involved in-"
"I understand." Dorman nodded.
Charlie Nolan took out a couple sheets of paper and a contract. He then made out the terms of twenty percent of net profits of "See-Through Lingerie Company', and when it was finished handed it for Dorman to sign as well as himself. Hastily. Dorman read its brief, but accurate terms.
"I'll sign it, but I've still got ten grand coming in a check-and now."
"Oh, yes, of course," Nolan nodded, as he reached for his large black checkbook and scrawled out the large amount of money.
"Here you are," he smiled, "I hope this will take care of everything."
"A deal is a deal," Dale smiled, "Thanks a lot."
"Don't mention it," Charlie Nolan grinned. "And now, if you don't mind, I'll get rid of these silly photos-I should say, rather expensive photos."
"You had a good time."
"Not that good."
Dorman didn't want to waste any more time. His mission had been accomplished, and he couldn't wait to tell June of his success.
"Have a good day," he smiled, as he walked out of the room. "And same to you," Nolan nodded, with a certain smile that Dorman couldn't quite detect.
He went to June's apartment, and she was enthused, "How did it go with the old man? Did you get the check?"
"Not just that," Dorman smiled, wrapping his arms around her enthusiastically, "Look what else I got!"
Then, he showed her the contract.
"We should frame it," she smiled, "I'm really thrilled. Maybe now, we could take a little trip between conventions-to someplace like sunny
Acapulco."
"I'd love to go there," Dale assured her, "but I just don't know if now is the time or not."
"Cash the check, and tomorrow would be the perfect time to split this scene. I'm tired of putting the girls through their paces with all those sexy panties, and bras."
"So am I," he grinned, "By the way, baby, I think the next time you ought to show a couple girls making it together. The men dig that kind of action a lot, so get them ready to perform because before you know it, we'll be sh ving off for the second sales convention."
"Good," June exclaimed, "I'm glad you keep me posted on what is expected. It might be difficult to get a couple girls to do it, but I'm sure that once I explain how vital it is to offer all kinds of sexual stimulation at our Roman orgy finale spectacle, they'll agree."
"I've got a wild idea, honey," Dale enthused, "Why don't you ask a couple chicks over here tonight? They could put on an exhibition-"
"Just for us?"
"Why not?"
"I don't know. I really don't know which girls to ask."
"How about that cute brown eyed chick Debbie, and that blonde beauty Betty. The two of them would make a good pair to watch."
"Alright," June Vincent agreed, "I'll call them."
When June explained to the girls that there was a command performance required for the vice-president they agreed, although at first, both girls were cold to the idea of fucking each other. But, the way June had of putting things in proper perspective, they got the point-either or.
As they showed up at the apartment, forty-five minutes later, Dale was ready with a big bottle of champagne, and June had gotten out her sexy red pill-poppers. But more important, she'd located her double penis dildo, which allowed anal and vaginal action at the same time.
"Hi, girls," Dale greeted them, "Gee, but you both look sharp tonight."
"We keep in shape," Betty assured him, "June says all the muscles must be kept in tone, if we're going to score on the screwing beat."
"Isn't that the truth," Debbie chimed in, "Swimming, bicycles, and just the right food. It's like being groomed for stardom in the old days at the major studios."
"Fucking stardom," Betty said snidely.
"Well, the old studio stardom setup wasn't much different, girls. Sorry to disappoint you. As a matter-of-fact, each studio used to hire a stable of starlets to keep the out of town distributors happy when they came to Hollywood."
"Oh, wow!" Betty exclaimed, "Just think if I was born back in the days of the majors, I might have risen from the studio stable of hookers to top stardom-"
"Don't think that isn't where a lot of Hollywood's lovely leading ladies didn't come from," Dale amusedly chuckled. "Here, have some bubbly."
As Dale poured the champagne, Betty held out her glass, and so did Debbie. Instantly, June Vincent recognized how quickly these two charmers were ready in the wings to steal her lover.
"Baby," Dale smiled, "I want to see you two chicks perform for me tonight."
"Anything you say, Dale, honey," Debbie smiled.
"That can cover a lot of territory, because I'll admit to having rather bizarre sex tastes."
"Perhaps we'd better carry on in the bedroom. That kind of thing goes over better there."
"Alright," both girls said together, and then the four of them went into the bedroom. June immediately started stripping to set a good example for the other girls. And then so did Dale. As he pulled down his skimpy nylon shorts, his huge penis popped into position.
"Yummie," Betty smiled, "Doesn't that look tasty?"
"You've sucked enough of them," June said sarcastically. "If anyone knows, you should dear."
Betty gave her a scowl, but June smiled.
"Come on women, don't fight over me. I only love it." Dale chuckled, "and wait till I tell you what we've got in store for us tonight."
"I can hardly wait," Betty beamed.
"Seeing as how you're so hot to get screwed, baby doll, I guess we'd better let you get the double dildo action."
"The what?" Betty shrieked, as June brought out the double dildo, and gave it to Debbie to don.
"Put it on Debbie and fuck her two ways-up the cunt, and up the ass. If we only had a prick to plug her mouth, then she'd really have it made."
"No, you don't. That big pecker of his will be gliding up my cunt, baby doll-while he's getting his charges out of watching you two chicks."
"Now, I don't dig chicks, Dale," she apologized, "I'm only doing this because I think it is the right thing to do."
"Why don't you tell him the truth?" June snapped, "You're a hooker like all of us, and we screw as we're told to, that's the truth, and face it for once in your life, huh?"
"Sometimes I don't like you," Betty said evenly as she got up on the bed, and spread her legs to accommodate Debbie's double dildo, as Debbie was straddling her now.
Debbie eased each plastic penis-head into Betty's two holes. Betty helped with the one going in her vagina, and Debbie pushed hard to get the second one sliding smoothly up her behind.
"Oh, this is awful hard," she complained, "This isn't easy at all-"
"Nothing worthwhile is," June laughed uncontrollably.
"What's so funny?" Betty demanded.
"You," June smiled, "No, girls-you're doing a good job. And if it's any consolation, remember-this is but a rehearsal for our next panty and bra sales collection which we'll demonstrate in another month or so."
"Some consolation," Betty said, and then she began feeling some very wild sensations, as Debbie worked the double dildoes in her anus, and vagina.
"Girls, there are other points of super sex excitation two women can have. You can French kiss."
Hearing this Betty gulped, and shot June an awful glance. "I'm not a Lez, you know."
"How would I know from the position you're in, dear," June said, with a phony syrupy sweet voice.
"Go ahead, and fuck," Dale said, "And give it all you got girls, I'm getting hot to slide my tool in June-watching always turns me on. June, baby, lick my ass, and my nuts, and suck on it first-get it all primed and ready."
June agreed. She let her boss straddle her face, and as he lowered, she pulled, indicating to suck on his behind was indeed her delight. This further excited Dale, as he liked a woman who put enthusiasm in whatever she did sexually, including, eating his hot, and horny ass-hole out.
And then she went about the task of sucking his balls. She let her tongue lick on his weighty balls, and licked the underside of his penis.
As the two girls went at it, Dale watched. He was turned-on all the way and could hardly wait for June to latch onto his cock with her mouth. June sucked till she came to the crown of the penis, and then she bore down and sucked it vigorously.
"That's it, ahhh, ohhh, eat my ding-dong, baby." Dale pushed her head down over his rod, and then he reached out, slapping Debbie on the pumping buttocks.
"Give it to her, fucker, give it to her. Doesn't it feel good to know what kicks a man gets, when he gets turned-on?"
"You betcha', " the girl replied.
Now, he wanted to slam it up June's cunt. Then, he could be driving his dick up her hot hole, while watching Debbie drive her dildo up there.
"Come on and fuck it," he told June, and June's mouth slipped off his penis, and she got in place under him. Then, he straddled her, and began shoving his long, hard penis up June. June grabbed on him, reaching down to grip his buttocks, as he thrust himself high inside her.
"Isn't this a great way to fuck?" he smiled enthusiastically. "I don't know why but there's something about two women doing it that really gets me going."
"Fuck her Debbie-ram it up here," June commanded, as she gripped Dale's penis inside her, "Ohhh, baby, give it to her-she needs it up both holes, don't you doll?"
Getting uptight because June seemed to be lighting into her, Betty called back, "Honey, I'm doing better than you. You've only got one dick-I've got two,"
"But the dick she's getting is the real thing," Dale let her know.
Then, he turned his attention back to the woman he was drilling. "Give me a good snapping pussy fuck, honey! Grab it! That's it. Now, you're screwing."
June let her vagina muscles grip his penis as he drove it to her. And then, she'd alternately release it. He found himself totally turned on with her, and she with him. Her hands continued to knead and massage his buttocks. For more action, he watched the two girls out of the corner of his eye. He couldn't help notice that Betty was rolling her head from side to side on the pillow, almost as if she was experiencing the identical ecstasy a man gives a woman when he drills her. It amused him to see the two pairs of knockers crushing down on each other.
"Ohhh, hot baby, fuck it," he blurted, and the wild fucking session continued until he unloaded his huge, pulsating member.
"Ohhh, ahhh, now-now, fuck-fuck it," he panted as his penis shot off inside her. She gripped him, massaging it, caressing it with the liquid, vibrating walls of her vagina.
"Beautiful, baby, beautiful-I love the feel of you going off inside me. It really excites me-yes, yes! ! ! "
Now, the penis came sliding out, and both June and he waited to see the girls make it. Silently, they watched.
Debbie kept the action going, her plastic penises doing their work in both her holes.
"Ohhh, ahhh, fuck me, lover, fuck me," Betty cried out in her sexual ecstasy, and her hands gripped Debbie's behind, almost as if it was a man.
"Isn't that a sweet sight to see?" Dale grinned.
"Bet your sweet ass it is," June laughed, and then the girls came. They were both oblivious to anyone watching. Finally, the performance that they were putting on for Dale had turned into one for each other, and then the thrills built until they both made it.
"Give, baby, give," Debbie gasped, as she came gushing, at the same moment Betty came. As both girls lay there, writhing around the bed, Dale turned to whisper, "This is definitely going to be in our next sales convention. It is a great act, and one that will be a little different from what we did for them the last time. We've constantly got to top ourselves. It isn't easy, but it is essential to keeping our sales force entertained."
"But, you'll succeed," June assured him.
"What makes you so sure?"
"Haven't you succeeded at everything you set out to do?"
"If you mean blackmail, yes-but it was your idea too."
June observed the girls. They had now finished fucking, and were keenly interested in what Dale and she had to say.
"We can continue our little discussion later." she laughed, "Well, girls-you pleased us, and I'm sure you'll be the hit of our next sex show at the panties demo."
"Maybe we should get more money," Betty suggested slyly, "After all this is quite an exhibition to-"
"Perhaps it is beyond you," June sliced back, "So, if you want to quit-let me know. I've got a whole telephone book of girls just as beautiful as you who'd jump at the chance to replace you-"
"Who said anything about quitting?" Betty giggled.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
After the girls had gone, Dale Dorman explained his entire deal to June Vincent.
"Imagine that, ten thousand, and twenty per cent of the company's operation. And with all those big orders coming in, wow!"
"Well, you earned it." June said flatly, "and don't ever think you didn't, Dale Dorman. Mr. Nolan would never have given you a penny more if you hadn't let me seduce him, and make sure you took the pictures. How did the old boy react when he saw the photos."
"Furious," Dale chuckled, "Absolutely, furious. His face turned red, his voice quivered, and I thought he might tell me to get the hell out of his office-"
June shook her head knowingly, "Not on your life!"
"I guess I shook him up but good," Dale Dorman laughed, and June Vincent laughed along with him. But the next morning, when Dale went to cash the check for ten thousand, he wasn't laughing at all when the clerk said, "Sorry, that check is no good, Mr. Dorman."
"No good? What the hell are you talking about. It's Mr. Nolan's own signature, and it's made out to me. He has the money in his account, and you know me-I've been his vice-president for a long, long time."
"But, Mr. Dorman-that check was stopped half an hour ago by Mr. Nolan personally. He came in to the bank, and spoke with Mr. Dean-our bank president. You may speak to him if you wish."
'No, thank you," Dale said coolly, "I'll pay Mr. Nolan a visit, and I'll be back."
But, as Dale stalked out of the bank, he decided there wasn't a reason in the world why he should take time to return. The reason he was forced to wait-was because Mr. Nolan made it his business to try to double-cross him. But, he mused, what a fool the old boy is. If he thought he was telling him the truth when he said he gave him all the negatives and pictures of Nolan and June-he was so wrong. For Dale never completely trusted his boss, and he had purposely kept copy negatives and a slew of prints. He picked up one set in his apartment, and one set of negatives, and went to his office.
"I'd like to see Charlie," he smiled at Mr. Nolan's secretary.
"I'm sorry, but Mr. Nolan told me to tell you to take your things out of your office, as he doesn't need your, services anymore."
"What?" Dale Dorman almost shrieked. "That sonofabiteh!" Without bothering to look at the girl again, he stormed into Nolan's private office. Nolan sat at his desk, and his face turned white as a sheet when he saw the look on Dorman's furious face. Dorman slammed the door shut, and locked it. Menacingly, he strode over to Nolan's desk, and flipped out the copy negatives, and the photos.
"You liar," Nolan bellowed, "You told me you had given me all the pictures-that's what you told me-"
"Don't talk to me about lying," Dorman declared, "You thought you were pretty damned cagey pulling off what you just did with me going to the bank and canceling out my check. Well, the game is up-and don't you forget it-"
"What are you talking about?"
"Simply this," Dorman went on. "I demand fifteen grand and you go to the bank and get it and bring it back here. I'm not going to be inconvenienced anymore. If you want to, tear those damned fucking pictures up. They don't turn me on. Charlie-and as for more copies-rest assured, I have them."
"You are a sonofabitch. aren't you, Dorman?"
"Look who's talking," Dorman shot back, "Just get your ass down to the bank, and back here with fifteen grand. It will be the last demand I'll make from you for money-unless you try to double cross me some more."
"No, I won't try again. I-I've learned my lesson."
"For your sake, I hope you have-now beat it."
With that he went out to the bank and came back a couple hours later with the money.
"You know this is blood money, don't you?" he said testily, furious at the thought of being outfoxed.
"What do you think it is when I work for you and feed you all the gimmicks, the ideas that make your products sell. I'm an idea man, and I've been giving you enough hot, zingy ideas to put your panties and bras over-and don't you forget it."
"You won't let me," Charlie said, nervously shaking his head as he looked at the big bills Dorman was counting.
When he'd counted out fifteen thousand, he thanked him and left. Then, he went to June's place.
"How did it go with Scrooge?" she smiled.
"He got real generous. I upped it from ten to fifteen thousand when he went to the bank to .stop payment on my check. Imagine that!"
"Sure, I'm not surprised at anything he'd do. Just be glad you made all those copies, and those extra negatives like June told you to."
"Thanks, luv," he smiled, "And you're going to have that vacation in Acapulco-and that mink you want. We can afford both."
"You're getting serious."
"I'm seriously interested in your snatch," he smiled. Two days later, Dale and June took a jet to Acapulco. On the sunny beaches of Playa la Condessa and Caleta they obtained a super tan.
"Well, honey, tomorrow we'd better fly back to the states and go to work again. I hate to leave this tropical paradise just as much as you do."
"I wish I had a home here," she said quickly, "You see, I've always wanted a place where I could have one window looking out at nature. And this is the place for me. It has everything. And I mean-everything."
"You're so right," he replied, motioning for a waiter who was carrying cold drinks in tall glasses to people lying on the sunny beach to come to him.
They flew back to the 'See-Through Lingerie Company' and things were in an uproar.
"The orders keep coming in, and we don't have the plant to manufacture them. We can't keep up with the demand," Mr. Nolan fumed, "What are we going to do?"
"Well, we're certainly not going to despair," Dale smiled. "This is what we all worked so hard for, and now that it's happened, don't panic."
Scratching his neck nervously, the president of the lingerie company got to his feet and began pacing back and forth, back and forth.
"I try to remain calm," he said nervously, "but pressures, pressures and more pressures."
"Anytime you want to step down, I'll step up," Dale smiled.
"I suppose that's what you're waiting for," Nolan snapped, "Well, for your information I'm not going to quit the fight. I'm on the firing line, and that is where I intend to stay until our loans are paid back, and we have a new plant, and I get that home I've dreamed about built."
"And then? If I'm still around-what happens?"
"Look, Dorman-I've had just about enough today. Now, you're getting twenty percent of the net, and I gave you fifteen grand. I think that is a fabulous offer-"
"Remember, that was no offer-it required a little arm-twisting."
"That's in the past," Nolan waved his arm, "If you do good work, and keep our sales climbing-you're worth every cent of it."
"That would have been nice for all of us if you could have said that a long time ago. But, I guess you don't operate like that."
"Like what?"
"You know what I mean. Without force!"
"Aren't we all pushed by one force or another to do the things we do?" Nolan demanded, and as his vice-president thought about what he had said, he realized it actually was quite true.
"Yes, I guess so-now, let's get on with our next sales meet-where is it going to be held? Who will be coming? And do you want our girls to model, and throw the party for our hardworking salesmen?"
"I'll give you the green light for whatever you want to do. The sales meet is in two weeks, it's the mid-western division, and we'll hold it in the Blackhawk Towers right on Lake Michigan. It's a fine hotel, with a fabulous lake view and I think you'll be pleased with what we have in mind."
"Alright, I'll spread the word to June Vincent, and she'll put the girls on notice."
"Fine," Nolan nodded, "Now, I've got some things to tend to, Dale-and if you'll excuse me."
"Of course," Dale said, going toward the door.
"Oh, Dale," Charlie smiled, "I'm glad you got away for a little time in the sun in Acapulco."
"Why, thank you, boss-nice to know you care."
Dale hunted for June. He finally found her at her swimming pool in the patio of the apartment where she lived.
"Great news, honey-we're all set up for Chicago."
"Chicago?"
"Yes, the mid-western sales meet. I like the windy city, and we'll be staying in the new Blackhawk Towers on Lakeshore Drive. The boss just told me all about it."
"Beautiful," she said, getting out of the pool. "I'll phone the girls tonight. And how much time do we have?"
"Not long-just two weeks."
"That isn't much longer," she admitted, calculating in her mind all the things she had to do to be ready to split. She joined Dale in her apartment, and they had dinner after she'd called up the answering service, asking them to relay the message to the girls that they only had two weeks before departure for Chicago. Then, turning to Dale, she smiled, "Maybe when we're so close to New York, we can take a side trip to that city and get set for buying my mink you promised."
"Of course," Dale gulped nervously, "I'm a man of my word."
Two weeks later, the girls were at the airport, ready to fly to the windy city, Chicago.
"Where's Betty?" June asked, as she counted the models. "She's the only one who's missing."
"There she is," Debbie said, pointing to Betty in the distance, running with all her might to join them.
Finally, they were all on the plane and jetting to Chicago. When they landed at O'Hare, a bus was waiting to take them directly to the Black-hawk Towers on Lakeshore Drive. As the bus swept them along the blue lake, with its white-capped waves in the distance, June commented, "This is a beautiful drive-I like it even more than driving along the Hudson or Riverside Drive, and it's much more impressive than the coast drive in Santa Monica."
"Chicago is one of my favorite cities," Debbie smiled. "When I was a little girl I used to visit my aunt who lived here on holidays when Mom and Dad took trips, and left me behind because I was too much bother."
"That wasn't very nice of them," June consoled her, "but there are an awful lot of things in life that aren't very nice!"
"I know," Debbie replied in a resigned tone as she looked out at the blue, blue lake.
When they were all in their fortieth floor hotel suite, June checked with Dale about the proceedings.
"We'll go just like we did in New York," he explained. "The first day will be devoted to business. Then, on the second day, we'll swing into the entertainment with a buffet banquet, drinks being served, and then our sex circus where anything goes, highlighting the act between Debbie and Betty. The following day we'll take orders."
"Sounds like a most effective sequence of events," June smiled, "Good luck."
The models all got a chance to rest up, but something happened in one room that was shared by Betty and Debbie that surprised June.
It was late at night, and she was just counting heads, making sure everyone was here and accounted for, as she used to say when she'd open a door to check.
But, this one day brought a rather shocking expression to her face. There was Betty, going down on Debbie. She didn't even notice June enter.
June stood in the shadows, her surprise being complete. When she'd assigned Betty and Debbie, the dildo act, she had no idea, it could lead to anything serious. And now, as she watched Betty, with her face buried in Debbie's snatch, she bitterly regretted what she had done.
Yet, there was no way she could say anything to them because if anyone was responsible, she was and she knew it. Betty was very good at what she was doing, she had to admit that. Her hands reached up, and she groped the girl's breasts. With her fingers pinching on the nipples, she let her tongue slide in and out of the other girl's vagina. And, Debbie apparently was just as lost as she was in the act. She rolled her head this way and that, as if experiencing some wild kind of sexual frenzy, that no man could produce in her body. And, to June's own surprise, she felt hot, watching. She slipped out of her clothes, and decided she might as well join her two nude models who were going to town. No reason why Debbie couldn't eat her pussy, she figured.
When she'd stepped out of all her clothes, she went over to the bed, got on it and straddled her face. She pushed her vagina in Debbie's face, and Debbie smiled at her.
"Come on, baby," June snorted, "Eat my pussy!"
Betty looked up, and patted her behind affectionately, as if to say, 'glad you're on our team', and as the hot tongue of Debbie lashed inside her, she was indeed glad to be on the team.
It didn't take long for Debbie's hot tongue licking the juicy walls of her vagina to bring her near to climax. When her tongue lashed across the clitoris, the sensations it produced almost drove her out of her mind.
"That's it, baby, eat it-eat my pussy," June begged Debbie. The hot tongue swept across her clit again and again, and then it was over.
The hot juices gushed in Debbie's eager mouth, and at the same moment, she gave out for Betty. As the two girls sucked on each other's cunts, the only one who hadn't climaxed was Betty. June decided she must know what this action was like, and she twisted over, and went down on Betty. Between her warm thighs, she lay, and then she started licking. It excited Betty no end to think June would actually go down on her. June's hot tongue flashed out, and she flicked it over and over again on Betty's clit, and then when her teeth sank in, Betty couldn't contain herself any longer and gushed. June licked her cunt clean, and Betty squealed in delight. When the girls disentangled themselves from each other, Dale Dorman stepped into the room.
"I hope I'm not disturbing anything here," he gulped, as he looked nervously about and saw June's face fastened to Betty's vagina.
"Oh, Dale," June sighed, "I-I didn't know-"
"You didn't know I would catch you, did you ? " he said evenly, "Well, it's alright, to each his or her own-"
Saying that, he turned around and quickly darted out of the room. Betty allowed a small laugh, and Debbie snickered.
"What's so funny?" June demanded.
"You," Betty giggled, "You got caught with pussy jam on your face-"
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The next day everything was made ready for the big celebration. The chefs in the Blackhawk kitchen had been busy for hours on end, fixing huge silver containers of gourmet foods. And when it was ready to be served to the salesmen, it was a huge job, just transporting it all up to the fortieth floor. Once, it was accomplished, the liquor was served to everyone, and the big party had begun.
Then, the panties and bras were put on display, as were the models. The men ogled them excitedly, but it wasn't until Charlie Nolan had departed, that Dale Dorman made his announcement, "Men, in the interests of letting you salesmen know how vital it is that 'See-Through Lingerie Company' has a product that surpasses all other lingerie lines, I invite you to visit the little ladies in their bedrooms. Two or three men to a room, and you may do anything you wish, as long as you don't hurt the young ladies. Enjoy yourselves."
The action proceeded, as the men scrambled into the bedrooms, no man making a fuss about which model he wanted to get involved with as each model was a knockout in her own right. Then, for the second round in the sex carnival, the colored lights began flashing, the stereo system began its sensuous African drumbeat, and the party began. The men marched out to the room where the sales conference had been conducted. Brightly colored beach towels were spread in a huge circle, and the men were now directed by June Vincent as to what they should do.
"The purpose of this circle, men is for you to enjoy a real treat. This is our famous 'Sucking Circle', and the men will wait until a girl's hot mouth is available to take care of you. We have over forty men, and only twenty girls, so what we've arranged is simply this. While the girl is sucking one man's prick, the second man is eating her pussy. In this way, everybody will get some sucking."
Drinks were again served, to make sure the men were all bombed out of their minds while they carried on. And then the girls started going down on the circle of penises displayed before them.
"Suck that cock," a black man ordered Betty, as she let her blonde hair fall on her naked shoulders. The contrast between her very white skin and the black man's coal-black skin was interesting. She let her mouth slide the length of his penis, and he got so excited his body was vibrating in passion. And then another man went down on her vagina. This made a threesome complete.
June Vincent went down on a young, athletic young man. He liked to talk dirty, and June didn't know whether to clobber him or suck him.
"Eat my dirty dick," he bellowed, and then she went down on him in the sex-slave status, he delighted in assigning her. "Eat it up-go ahead-eat my dong," he demanded. The hot juices began flowing through her as she got turned on with all the action.
Dale Dorman was proud of himself, as he looked at the circle of naked bodies, the men all enjoying themselves so much having the girls suck on their penises. And, the men who enjoyed eating pussy, had this opportunity presented to them by a knockout of a model.
The African drumbeats did add to the action. Then, he watched the black man telling Betty all he expected, "Baby doll-eat my black ass out-go ahead, lick it."
Betty pulled her mouth off his licorice stick long enough to lick around his quivering black anus. It excited him so much, she decided to stiffen her tongue and jab it up there. Now, her hand gripped his penis, and she began pumping the long, black rod.
"Oh, yes, white girl, lick my ass out, lick it!"
As she proceeded to rim and jerk,, a couple other men who were watching the action wanted the same thing. And so Betty had started something.
As the men raised up, the girls would bury their young faces in their behind, and let their tongues flip out, and lick around the anus. Then, they'd stiffen it-just as they gripped on the penis and pulled it hastily back and forth-and then the tongue would plunge up the tight anus at the same time.
"Rim me," one man told a model, "Rim my hot ass! Ohhh, yes, woman-rim and jerk me!"
Dale was indeed delighted that all had gone off so well. He couldn't have asked for better participation. Only two men had blown the scene, saying something about how disgusting it was and declaring they'd never order from that dirty company again.
But Dale didn't care what they said. He knew that the other men would order so many he'd have nothing really to worry about.
"Suck those cocks," he called out, and he reached down to pull on his own penis dangling between his legs. He had to admit it was a stimulating sight that excited him.
"Eat those cunts-don't they taste good," he chuckled. One by one, the men got their rocks off-and the girls gushed into the men's mouths.
Then, it was time for Betty and Debbie to do their thing. A blue light bathed a small bed placed in the center of the room, and the two girls walked hand in hand to it. Then, Debbie donned her double dildo. The men laughed, and joked about it, but as they watched Betty spread her luscious legs, and Debbie straddled her, they quieted.
There was something very erotic and sensual about the idea of two gorgeous chicks making it. As their breasts crushed against each other, each dildo eased up its respective hole; the plastic prick aimed at the vagina sliding in, and the other one aiming at the anus. As both penises stabbed away, the men applauded. Betty's hands went down to play with Debbie's buttocks, and the act went on.
"Fuck her good, peckerwood," one man in the audience cried out, and the rest of the crowd cracked up laughing. But, the two girls who were going to town in their sex carnival performance didn't pay any attention to anybody.
They were too far gone in their hot passion for each other.
"Give it to me, fucker," Betty demanded hotly, and then Debbie looking at her intensely, just the way a man looks at a woman when he is eager to drive his penis up her, rammed it up her hot holes.
June Vincent came out, and announced, "The anal trip is one of the best sex trips of all. And now, our lovely models are ready to accommodate each of you."
The girls got on all fours at this point, and the men mounted them. One man had to wait, but as June explained, "The man who is second in line will be lucky. He will be able to slide in smoothly in a cum-slick ass-hole."
This brought a round of laughter. But, the men didn't laugh for long, as they busied themselves getting ready to give the girls an ass-fuck.
It was a strange spectacle; two gorgeous girls going at it on a center bed, with two plastic pricks driving up the vagina, up the anus of sexy blonde Betty. And all around the former sucking circle, girls on all fours, with men mounting them. To make it easier, tubes of lubricant were passed out so that the men could apply some of the sticky substance to the surfaces of their penises, thus making anal entrance much easier.
Once they'd gotten their penises up to the tight anal entrance, it was necessary to give a hard, thrusting drive.
"Fuck-fuck-fuck it," the men said to the women before them. And as their penises slid in and out of the girl's tight anal channels, the men behind them who had to wait-got so hot they had to pump on their penises.
The lights continued to swing about, giving an eerie but erotic light to the room, and the sexy music continued, all adding to the atmosphere. But, the two girls in the center of the room gave an especially titillating performance.
"Go to it-and fuck!" one man gasped, as he shoved his prick up a model's tight anus. "Yes, yes, let me shove it all the way up there, baby-bend over."
This model felt as though she was being split in half. She strongly resented the huge thing driving up her, but she'd made her deal, and she had to go through with it, but she vowed never again.
As the man drove it in to the hilt, he suddenly shot his load inside her. His balls bounced on her buttocks, and he grunted, "Ohhh, ahhh, yes-yes, that's it-fuck-fuck-fuck it!"
The wild fuck was over for him, but the next man now wanted entrance. The model felt like getting up and running out. But, she knew she wouldn't get far. Their lustful desires would force them to follow her, and stab her with their cocks. If it wasn't in one hole, it would be the other, would this passion never end ? But, as the second man stabbed her behind, she suddenly felt it sliding in smoothly. She realized then that the first man loosened her, and the hot cum had made it super-slick.
The two girls at the center of the room, finally made it, and they came, making plenty out of it to call attention to their wild sex act, just as June had told them to.
But, there were still quite a few fucks to go around the anal circle. So, the girls just fondled and stroked each other until each man had finished.
Then, a small pony was paraded into the room, and the men broke up laughing. Even those who hadn't finished screwing ass, flipped-out when they caught sight of this.
Suddenly, June Vincent felt hot all over. Even though both men had finished fucking her up the ass, she knew she had one more fuck to go.
Dale had deliberately not mentioned anything about a pony, but the rage that had registered on his face when he caught her making it with another woman told the story. Now, he was getting even. He got up and announced, "That beautiful model Miss June Vincent will perform with our pony."
There was a hefty applause, and June's face reddened in embarrassment. She had to set an example for the other models, and she didn't dare defy the boss. She walked over to the pony, and positioned herself so the animal could make it with her. The pony trainer gave her a couple instructions, and then its giant-size penis began sliding in her vagina. For an awful second, June felt she would faint. But, she knew she must go on, no matter what. The pony was enjoying himself. He looked around the room, and the men applauded his performance.
But, June was outraged. While it was a unique sex act, and June almost wished she'd thought of it herself, she wished it had been another and not herself. There, he was-Dale Dorman, deriving his kicks out of the pony's performance.
The animal thrust his penis smoothly in and out of her, and when it neared the point of climax, June shuddered. She couldn't help but wonder how much cum the creature could unload in her vagina.
She didn't have to look to find out, for a moment later, the pony got his rocks off.
"Ohhhhh, ahhhhh, he's coming, he's coming," she stammered, and the men applauded her achievement. But, June wasn't applauding herself. She was crying inside, and wishing she could kill Dale Dorman.
As the pony pulled out of her vagina, and the animal trainer led him away, she took a big bow, and threw kisses at the naked men and women, as she darted back to her bedroom, away from the swinging arc lights, away from the fertility drumbeats, and now she could be by herself.
Then, Dale Dorman stepped in a moment later. He knew she was so angry she could kill him, and this was just the time he chose to demand sex.
"Come on, baby," he smiled bounding over to the bed, and throwing his buttocks up in the air, wrapping his arms tightly around his knees.
"What do you want?" she demanded, as tears rolled down her cheeks.
"What do you think?" he smiled, sticking his tongue out and wiggling it, "I want my ass licked-go ahead, get down there and service me."
Now, she was torn between risking offending him or doing what he demanded.
"Don't keep me waiting, lover," he smiled, "I'm hot!" He was alright, and apparently the pony performance had stimulated him as much as it disgusted her. Reluctantly, she went over to the bed, and got between his legs. His hands gripping his knees tightly, made it easy for her to find access to his anus. She got her face even with his buttocks, and then her tongue slipped out and she started licking.
Now, she stiffened her tongue and stabbed his ass-hole. He quivered with delight as she tongue-fucked him.
"Oh, baby, that's beautiful," he gasped, "Ohhh, yes-massage the balls-that's it, lover
-keep it up!"
The hot stimulation continued as June realized she'd have to service him until he climaxed. Finally he let his hands release his knees, and his legs spread out, his thighs embracing her.
"Thata' girl," he panted, "Now, suck my prick!"
June gripped his penis, and as she slowly sucked it into her mouth, she had the sudden urge to bite, and bite down hard. But, when she gave it a second thought she realized she'd be biting the prick that feeds her in more ways than one, and thought better of it.
"Ohhh, yes, that's it, pony fucker," he teased, "Suck my prick off."
Now, she was getting burned up.
"Got a nice load in my balls for you, baby," he panted, "That's it! Suck my cock off. Ohhhh, ahhh, yes, yes, suck that cock. Come on, girl-suck it off!"
The hot sperm was ready to shoot, and June massaged his balls effectively at this strategic moment.
"Now, now, suck it off," he demanded, and the hot cum flashed through his penis into her mouth. She always did like the salty-sweet taste of his pecker, and she enjoyed his juice.
"Ahhh, ohhh, yes, baby, yes, get it all out," he begged her as his hands went down to her head, and he held her in place.
Finally, he freed her, and she slid her mouth off his penis. If she could just control her temper and not say what she thought was wrong, then she might succeed in obtaining the money from him, and then she could split.
As he lay there, enjoying the satisfaction she'd given him, he quietly informed her, "Honey, that New York trip is off-"
"I thought it would be," she said sullenly.
"No, it's not what you're thinking," he hedged, "I've got so many panty and bra orders to fulfill I just don't have one minute to spare."
"But you promised."
"Things were different then-"
"In what way?" she demanded.
"In many ways," he smiled, "I don't think we should ever get serious like that. It could wreck all the fun we have out of living as we do."
"Was it related to your finding me having sex with another woman?"
Dale laughed. "Do you think I'm some kind of a prude?"
"I really don't know," June said quietly, "It's a funny thing how people look at sex."
"Oh, I don't know," he chuckled.
"Take me and the pony tonight," June said, "I made up my mind after I finished giving the animal his kicks."
"What did you decide?" Dale smiled.
"I decided I had had just about enough of this crap. I can find some other kind of work, you know."
"like a topless and bottomless performer?"
"What's wrong with that?"
"Did I say anything was wrong with it?" he snapped.
"All I want is my money and I'm staying in Chicago," June said, "You never intended to buy me that mink, did you?"
Dale didn't answer.
"Did you?"
Sullenly, he shook his head, "No, I guess not. How much do I owe you now?"
"For my part in blackmailing your boss, I should get about half, don't you think?"
"No, I don't think that would be fair to me," Dale said tightly. "I had to execute the plan, and you sat back and watched."
"Alright, just give me five grand and forget that I ever lived."
As Dale went over to his wallet, he took out a check and wrote it for her.
"Should I say goodbye or au revoir?"
"I don't know what you do say when you give someone the shaft," June admitted.
"You say shove it," Dale smiled, as she walked out of the room, out of his life.
Then, he set about getting the girls organized for the flight home the following day. The girls were laughing, and joking and he was a bit embarrassed to have to tell them.
"Girls, June isn't going to be with us on our way back. She found Chicago appealed to her, I guess she-likes the lake or something." The girls looked at each other knowingly. And then, it was over.
A couple hours later they were on the flight back to the home office, and as Dale Dorman watched the windy city fade below them, he thought of June. Perhaps, he had been too brutal in planting the pony, but hell, he thought to himself-if she'll carry on with, a couple of chicks like that, she should be able to do anything. And then, he thought-I've got to forget screwing, and think of the business.
"Mr. Nolan welcomed him back, "We've had wires, and letters from the mid-western wholesalers, and they're buying our panties, and bras like crazy. What did you do that turned them on?"
"Thank a girl and a pony," Dale said, glancing out the window, realizing June couldn't share his excitement over the successful sales trip anymore.
"You know I've got to apologize to you," Mr. Nolan admitted, "I shouldn't have tried to double cross you on that little deal about the pictures we had."
"That's alright," Dale smiled, extending his hand in friendly greeting.
Both men shook hands, and then Charlie Nolan raised an eyebrow, "Say, you don't have any more copies of those pictures, do you?"
Dale Dorman nodded, and smiled.
"I was afraid of that," Nolan chuckled, "Well, we won't worry about that. You're a good man, and an asset to our entire lingerie organization. I was thinking about something new-scented lingerie-we could make a deal with the major perfume companies, and they could market their bra and panty colognes with your products."
"No way," Dale Dorman said, shaking his head, "We're in the lingerie business, and I think we'll succeed if we stick to the best line of lingerie in the market. If was veer into other directions, we might lose our steam."
Nolan walked back to his desk, and then he turned around thoughtfully.
"I guess you're right."
"Now, that makes me happy."
"I guess I'd better get that phone. My light's been flashing for the last five minutes."
"Hello," Nolan began, "Ohhh, yes-6,000 orders for Chicago-half-moon bras, and the color coordinated panties, why yes."
"I see you are on your way," Dale smiled when it was over. "You've really done a wonderful job."
"Say, wait a minute-let me show you something."
Nolan went to his file cabinet, and pulling out a drawer took out a rolled up series of plans. As he walked back, he displayed these plans on a table.
"You see this?" he beamed.
Dorman nodded.
"That's our number two plant. We're going ahead with it in three months. The bank is looking over the architect's drawings, and they are checking out the cost in their cost-control department. And I'm going to name the plant, the Dorman Building-how about that?"
"That's just great," Dale smiled. "It really is."
The two men chatted a few moments more, and then they separated. Dorman went back to his apartment to tend to some things he'd neglected when he was out of town. And to his great surprise, June was standing at the door.
"What are you doing here?"
"Chicago was too windy," she smiled.
"Come in," Dorman said, opening the door. "Sit down, can I fix you something to drink?"
"I wish you would," June said softly.
Dorman went to the bar, and fixed her a bourbon and seven which he'd learned was her favorite drink. Then, with his scotch and water, he sat down beside her.
"I think a lot of you, Dale," she smiled. "And I just had to come back-"
"Forgive me for the pony bit-I-I don't know what got into me."
"I guess you got jealous when you saw me having sex with the other models."
"Maybe," he admitted.
"And you know what, I'm glad you were jealous because that means you might care something about me."
"Oh, I do," Dale acknowledged, putting his drink down, and wrapping his arms about her, as his lips met hers. "I might even get to love you permanently, after you blow me. I'm real hot."
