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Hi.
Hm, your department is going to be reorganized and you are not happy
with that. Well, you are still invited to a kind of company
get-together.
As usual I DIDN'T write this story and haven't any claim on it. If
you have some usefull hints or some good coments, your mail is then
welcome. Flames, you know, they will be piped to /dev/null.
If you are an author and wish to remain anonymouns or just try to
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Enjoy the story.
Ciao
Nostrumo
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PROMOTE.TXT by Cindy V - femdom, TV, humiliation
"So it's settled, George," Lois said triumphantly to me. Denise
starts working in Sales for me in two weeks.
"Yes," I replied reluctantly. "I guess it's a better long term
career opportunity. I cursed under my breath. I had only been with
the company for four months as head of the two-person Marketing Research
department, and now Lois was taking my entire staff.
Lois smiled at me sweetly. She was one of the six depart ment heads
of Sales - the departments are divided by geographical region. She had
the reputation for being a tough sales negotiator. Most salespeople in
this industry are guys, but she more than holds her own. Tough, but
feminine too. At about 45 years old, she didn't stop traffic with her
looks, but she was an extremely attractive woman nevertheless. Always
immaculately groomed and professionally dressed. Reddish-brown hair
just short of her shoulders. Always tastefully made-up with mascara
and eyeliner, plus a light touch of red lipstick. She still had her
figure, which she adorned in well-tailored suits. She was definitely
a sharp looking woman.
"Well, after all, George. Today's woman doesn't have to be doomed
to the Marketing Research department all her life, you know," she said.
I sighed. Is it men that Lois despises, or just people who don't
work in Sales, the only important department as she had said so often?
Is she angry because of the glass ceiling - women in a company can only get
so far - I guess. Or was I just imagining this slap in the face?
Lois got up to leave, signaling our meeting was over. I saw her
walk over to Carolyn. Carolyn was the other female Sales department
head. I presumed Lois would tell her of this news. Carolyn was, shall
we say, outspoken? She always tried to win any little disagreements
with the four other male Sales heads. She was also about 45. Carolyn
was quite pretty, with dark hair, too much eyeshadow for my tastes, and
serious dark red lipstick. She wore bright colored suits, as someone
who was quite confident of her body and her femininity. Which was a
little surprising - Carolyn was 250, maybe 300 pounds. But she did
carry herself with grace.
I called Denise into my office to tell her the news. She had been
in the company for about two years when she applied for the job in Sales.
A very serious young lady at 24, going to college part time at night.
Too serious, at such a young age, I thought. She never laughed at my jokes.
Tall and thin, medium brown wavy hair to about her shoulders. And the
oddest thing - sometimes she came to work nicely but thoroughly made-up
with a complicated eyeshadow pattern, mascara, eyeliner, blush, and very
full lips that were precisely lined in the same matching shade as her
lovely rose lipstick - and sometimes she came to work in no makeup at all.
One of those things about women, especially young ones, I didn't understand.
Anyway, I told her the transfer to Sales had been approved. This meant
a promotion and a raise, and I congratulated her and wished her well. And
yes, it was official, so she could tell her friends.
I saw her rush over to tell Lois's people her news that she would
be joining them soon. Peggy was Lois's secretary. Steve, who at 50 was
the elder statesman. Bill who was about 30. And Greg, the hunky kid,
who I could tell that Lois sort of liked. Peggy hugged her, while the
men just shook her hand without much enthusiasm. Denise was quite
excited though.
Lois came over to the group with Carolyn. "I'm so glad Denise
will be joining us in Sales. And to celebrate her promotion, I'm
going to have a little get-together this Friday at my house. For the
department. And Carolyn, you're invited too." I happened to walk by
when Lois announced this, and she said to me, "You know, George, you're
still sort of new. Why don't you join us at this party Friday night too.
My place at 8 pm. Dress casual. I'll give you directions."
Friday at 8pm came, and I was right on time as I rang Lois's bell.
She let me in and kissed me on the cheek. She was in a sweater and jeans.
Both tight, I might add. She looked great. She smelled great too, and
I made a mental note to ask her what fragrance she was wearing.
As I entered, it seemed everyone else was already there. "Am I late?"
I asked. "No," Lois said with her customary sly smile. "I just had
the others come a tad earlier. No problem."
"Now that George is here, it's time to begin," Lois announced to
everyone. "We haven't had one of these in a while, but we're here to
celebrate Denise's promotion. Boys, you know what to do."
And with that, as if they had done it dozens of times before, the
three other guys - Steve, Bill and Greg - each got a large box from
behind one of Lois's bookcases. I noticed that the boxes had their
names on them. Each of the guys removed a paper bag from the box.
And then they started removing their clothing. All of it. The four
women were doing nothing of the kind, just watching. I was watching
with a very puzzled expression. Then each guy opened his paper bag
and pulled out a bra and panty! My mouth opened in amazement. Without
a word being spoken, the guys stepped into their panties and put on
their bras. Some of the women helped them fasten the bras in the back.
Then the three guys stood their in pastel colored push-up bras and matching
silky high-cut panties, obviously waiting for further instruction.
Lois broke the silence. She brought a box over to me, and I
could see it had a paper bag inside. "Here, George. You're a smart guy.
You can figure out what to do."
My mouth was still wide open in amazement at what I had seen. I
was silent for the longest time. Finally I said, "No way am I going to
do that."
Lois clucked in disapproval. Steve whispered to me, "George, just
do it. It's not so bad." The other women giggled. The guys looked
down in embarrassment, probably remembering their first time in this
predicament.
Lois put the box down by my feet. "George," she said. "There must
be a dozen ways I can convince you to do this. Easy ways or not so easy.
It's up to you."
I turned to Steve. "Why do you let her do this to you?" I asked
him. "Well, she's the boss," he answered with an air of resignation.
"Excuse me, she's not my boss," I said to Lois and to everybody.
Which was true. We were both department heads, and we both reported to
the same senior VP. I thought I had her there.
Suddenly Carolyn, who had been quiet all this time, spoke up. "Come
on, let's get this started." She came over to me, put her hands on my
face, and kissed me. Hard. I could taste her lipstick. Then I could
taste her tongue. She was relentless. I forgot about her weight, and
just concentrated on being kissed by a demanding woman. She was not
letting me stop for air. I started getting dizzy, but her tongue was
all over me. I felt her take my hands and put them around her neck. And
then she lifted me right off the floor! And started carrying me somewhere.
I couldn't see where we going, and I couldn't breathe. I could hear the
others follow us.
She carried me for a while until I felt something hard and wooden
against the back of my legs. I was still in the air, being passionately
kissed by Carolyn. She loosened my grip around her neck, disengaged her
tongue and lips from mine, and pushed me backwards. I fell back first onto
a bed. I gasped for air, the first fresh air since this incredibly long
kiss.
All of a sudden I saw a blurry motion coming towards me. I blinked
quickly, my brain not working quickly enough to figure out what it was.
Carolyn had jumped the length of the bed. On top of me. Thud! She landed
on top of me and laid there. Her dead weight was crushing me. Then she
shifted position until she was sitting on my stomach. She raised herself
and came down ass first on my stomach. I couldn't breathe either in or out.
She bounced up and down on my stomach several times. Finally she simply
said to me with a snarl, "Had enough?" I nodded Yes.
"You need a lesson, George. Around here, the women will say something
to you just once. I want to make sure you remember that." She got her
tremendous weight off me, and I concentrated on breathing. Meanwhile
she was removing her slacks. She was wearing these huge white panties
underneath. She squatted back over the bed, with her ass dangerously close
to my face, facing my feet. Was she going to suffocate me?
"Kiss my ass, George," she commanded. "Right through the panties.
Do a good job." It would have been pointless to protest. I kissed her
ass, over and over, hoping she would not find a reason to be displeased.
Meanwhile she reached down, untied my belt, and slid my pants off. Then
she lowered my shorts to around my knees. She made a fist around my cock.
"Too bad it's so hard right now," she said to me. "If it were soft,
I could show you how I can tie it in a knot," she threatened, and I gulped
in fear. Thank goodness I was so aroused; I believe she could do it.
When Carolyn felt I had kissed her ass sufficiently, she got it off
my head and told me to get up. Still dizzy, she took me by the hand
and led me to the living room. It was then that I realized everyone had
watched this - or at least heard it. As my cheeks blushed in shame, she
led me to the box Lois had given me. "Something you want to do now,
George?" Carolyn asked.
I removed the rest of my clothes and put on the bra and panty. Denise,
who had been my subordinate, cheerfully volunteered to help me with the bra.
"Ooh, George, you look so cute in pink," Denise teased me for good measure.
I blushed in shame, but at least I was dressed no more ridiculously than the
other guys.
"OK everyone," Lois announced. "Positions."
The women took seats on two sofas. The men were left standing in their
bras and panties. Steve whispered to me, "Just do what we do and you'll be
fine." Steve, Bill and Greg took a position on their knees directly in
front of Lois, Carolyn and Peggy. That left Denise available to me, so
I kneeled in front of her.
Lois snapped her fingers.
And then Steve, Bill and Greg were fervently kissing the shoes of the
women in front of them. These were not perfunctory kisses - the three guys
were passionately slobbering over those shoes. Denise looked at me with an
impatient "Well, George?" So I daintily picked up her foot and started
kissing her shoe. It was an extremely humbling experience - which I guess
was the intention. After awhile I could see everyone switch feet, so I
did the same. Can't give one foot all the attention.
This didn't go on very long at all. Because Lois snapped her fingers
and the guys got up and moved one position to the right. I got it. Each
guy was going to kiss the feet of each woman. I moved to my right and
started kissing Peggy's shoes. Eventually I had done all four. Another
snap of Lois's fingers, and I found myself kneeling before Denise again.
This time Denise, and the other women, removed their shoes. We were
expected to kiss and lick and suck the women's stocking feet. Denise's
smelled a little raunchy, but kissing her lovely feet with her polished pink
toenails showing through her sheer stockings was erotic in its own way.
Kissing Peggy's stocking feet was nothing special, but when I got to Lois's
feet, she rubbed my crotch through my panties with one foot while I sucked
the other. Carolyn's feet and ankles were swollen and it was an effort to
get those feet very far into my mouth. I felt ridiculous stuffing her
monstrous feet between my lips.
Next we were told to lie over the women's laps. Since Denise had
never done this before, Carolyn volunteered to do me first to show her how
it was done. Carolyn showed her how she clamped one of her legs over my
legs and how to twist one of my arms behind my back and hold it. With
Carolyn holding me with her great strength it was impossible to wiggle out
of her grip. Carolyn gave me five bare handed spanks through the panties,
which of course provided minimal protection. Then she made me thank her!
Meanwhile I could hear the other guys getting their spanks. I didn't know
if going through this with three other guys made things better or worse.
Then we were passed around again until each of us had been spanked by all
four women. Denise spanked me last, and although her swats did not pack
the wallop of the other three women, by then my buns were burning and
Denise's spanks seemed pretty painful anyway.
"Anybody getting wet yet?," Lois asked the women. "Well, this next
stage always does it for me.
Lois passed around some cosmetics bags. Each woman picked one of
the guys and started applying makeup to his face. I got Lois. She seemed
to want to do a slow makeup job on me. She put a thick line of black
eyeliner around my eyes, followed by mascara which made my eyelashes heavy.
I'm sure she put too much blusher on me, but she didn't seem to mind. Then
she made me pucker my lips, as she used a red pencil to outline them and
then a lipstick tube to fill them in. I could feel my lips get slightly
sticky, and I'm sure I looked ridiculous. She finished me off with a
spritz of perfume. I looked at the other guys, and they looked ridiculous,
although I'm sure no more than I did.
The women made us walk back and forth as if we were high fashion models
in our elaborate makeup, but the women teased us as if we were hookers.
Then the women paired us guys into two pairs. Steve and Bill were
together, which left Greg and me. "Since I'm sure George doesn't know
what happens next, I'd like Steve and Bill to entertain us first," Lois
commanded.
Steve and Bill faced each other, a little unsure how to start. Slowly
they started groping each other through the bras and panties. Someone began
to lick the other one's ear. Then there was a gentle kiss on the lips. And
tongues were licking each other. And they were groping each other's cocks
through the panties, and there were some pretty clear signs of arousal.
Meanwhile I saw the four women strip down to their bras and panties, and
they were fingering themselves under their own panties. They obviously
found the idea of two guys kissing and fondling each other pretty erotic.
"Ummm, save some passion for us," Lois stopped Steve and Bill. "Your
turn," she nodded to Greg and me. I looked quizzically at Greg - I'm going
to do that to you? Greg opened his lips suggestively to me and whispered
out "Just do it - they can make it much worse." I considered that for an
instant, and was sure that he was right. It also hit me how much I, and maybe
many guys, are turned on by two women kissing; maybe women get turned on by
guys making out too.
Greg put his arms around me and kissed me softly. He was the best
looking guy of the four of us, and in fact he was the best looking girl of
the four of us guys too. I closed my eyes and imagined I was kissing
Denise instead. Our lipsticks mingled, our tongues mingled, and we stroked
each other's cocks. Although he and I were silent, I could hear some moaning
in the background - obviously someone was getting some enjoyment out of our
performance. Greg and I were both getting aroused, but Lois stopped us
before it went to far.
At that point all eight of us were aroused, to varying degrees. Lois
started the next stage by removing her panties, displaying her glistening
pussy hairs. She grabbed Greg, pushed him into a kneeling position before
her, and guided his face to between her legs. The other women similarly
stripped off their panties, and it was clear what we were all expected to
do. Unfortunately I drew Carolyn. I was not looking forward to putting my
head between her massive thighs, fearing she would crush me if she was unhappy
with my performance. But pussy is pussy, and I gently kissed Carolyn's
already very wet pussy. She firmly held onto my head, gave me verbal
instructions on how she liked to be kissed and licked and sucked, and before
long Carolyn shuddered in an orgasm, vibrating my head in the process.
As with the other tasks of the evening, we switched places three times
until each of the guys had orally pleasured each woman. I was amazed how
different four pussies could be, in scent, in how each woman liked to be
licked, and so on. My tongue muscles ached when I had finished my fourth
woman.
The ladies sighed in contentment, after four orgasms each, and I assumed
we were done for the evening. Little did I know.
Denise spoke first. "That was so much fun! I'm going to love working
for you, Lois. But what happened to the pretty makeup jobs we did on the
boys. They look awful!" I looked around at the other three guys, and of
course she was right. After all that oral sex with four very wet women,
our lipsticks were smeared and we looked terrible.
Lois got out some moist towelettes, and the women wiped our faces.
It looked like they were wiping off all our makeup. So maybe the evening was
coming to a close.
But then Carolyn decided, "Oh come on, girls, let's not forget this
is Denise's party. I have a few more ideas to help her celebrate."
Carolyn reached over to the table with the makeup and picked out some
lipsticks. "Let's put more lipstick on them, and then follow my lead."
The women each took a lipstick and each took one of us, and fixed our
lips one more time. As I looked around, we were in lipstick, but no other
makeup, which made our lips stand out even more than when we were fully
made up. Such vivid shades of red and pink and purple, and each of us with
a coat of lip gloss to make them even more apparent. And we were still in our
bras and panties.
But not for long. Carolyn ordered us to take our panties off and
give them to her. She asked Lois to get a big bowl from the kitchen,
and a blindfold. I had no idea what would happen next, and from the looks
of both the guys and the women, no one but Carolyn understood either.
Lois returned with a bowl, and Carolyn put all four panties in the
bowl. Then she gave Carolyn the blindfold.
Carolyn looked around. "Let's see. We need to pick one of the four
guys. How shall we choose just one?"
"I know," volunteered Peggy. "Just pick the one who has the biggest
cock, right now."
The women were hysterical over that suggestion. They quickly agreed,
and had us line up together to see. During the course of the evening, with
so many erotic activities, I'm sure each of us got aroused at various times,
and then unaroused, many times. At this moment, Bob, who had had the
pleasure of being just lipsticked by the lovely Denise, seemed to have the
most erect cock. Although the women debated the merits of each of our cocks,
in front of us as if we were not there, Bob was the winner.
Carolyn put the blindfold on Bob and made him kneel on the floor, as
we all looked on curiously. Then she put the bowl with the panties in
front of his blindfolded face. "Put your face in the bowl, Sweetie," she
said to him. "Remember bobbing for apples? I want you to bob for one of
these panties, Bob," she commanded.
As the women laughed, Bob moved his face around the bowl, trying to
pick out a pair of panties with his mouth. It was pretty funny. On one
hand those four pairs of silky panties were caressing his face. That must
have been kind of nice. On the other hand, I thought about who had just
been wearing those four pairs of panties, and I was glad I was not the one
fishing for a pair with my face.
Bob came up with one of the panties in his mouth.
"OK, who was wearing the lavender panties?" Carolyn asked.
All eyes turned to me. Yes, I had been wearing the lavender ones.
"Wonderful," exclaimed Carolyn. "I guess George is the winner."
Carolyn took the lavender panties from Bob's mouth, and said to me,
"Open your mouth."
I was a little late in responding.
Carolyn grabbed my balls and started to squeeze. Hard. Harder. I held
out as long as I could, but finally I screamed. Carolyn quickly shoved the
lavender panties in my mouth. I felt humiliated, but she wasn't done. She
took the other three pairs, and put them in my mouth one at a time. Now my
mouth was full of panties - just worn by four guys.
"Bob, you may remove the blindfold, and give it to George."
Bob gave me the blindfold. I put it on, not waiting for instructions.
Then while I stood there, naked except for the bra, blindfolded, I could
hear Carolyn whispering something, then someone left the room, and then
someone came back in the room. I felt several hands on me, probably the
women's. My hands were tied behind me. Then my ankles were tied tightly.
I was led to some furniture, then lifted up. Carolyn, obviously. I felt
myself laid down face first on a hard table. Probably the dining room
table. Then I felt myself tied further. I was tied around the ankles to
the table. Then around the armpits. And around the waist. Now I was
very securely bound to the table. Finally something was tied around my face,
securing the panties in my mouth. I was completely helpless.
I had no idea what was happening. The women were milling around.
Something was being passed around. Suddenly I was smacked on the ass. Really
hard. With some sort of hard implement. I don't know if it was a paddle
or a hairbrush or what. Then I was smacked again. I was smacked repeatedly,
quickly, again and again. All of the women must have been hitting me at once.
My ass was on fire. I tried to scream, but my mouth was full of panties. I
tried to squirm around on the table, but I was tied so tightly there was no
where to move. I had no idea my ass could hurt so much. I had no idea how
long they were smacking me. But suddenly it was over.
The women stopped, but they were then admiring their work on my ass.
According to their comments, it must have been a lovely shade of red. It
certainly burned. I moaned through my gag, but the women paid no attention.
Then Denise, of all people, said to the other three guys, "Boy, you are
lucky that you weren't the one on the table. But don't you think you should
do something to help out your poor friend here?" There was silence. I wasn't
sure what I expected them to do for me. I could almost feel Denise smiling
as she obviously had some new way to humiliate me.
"Boys," she said. "His ass must be really hot after all that. I want
each of you to cool it off for him. Blow on it. Go ahead, do it."
I felt some cool air on my ass. The other three guys must have been
blowing on my ass. I don't know who was more humiliated - them or me.
"Now kiss it. All of you," Denise commanded.
I felt several pairs of lips on my ass. Were they really doing this?
It did feel sort of nice. I was having my ass kissed by three guys. I
couldn't believe it. I was squirming around. I liked it. How humiliating.
But wait, there was more. Denise told the guys to stop. Then I could
hear the women gathering around. They were laughing hysterically. I didn't
get it. The women released my gag and untied me. The women were still
laughing. What was so funny? I looked around in confusion. Lois figured
out that I didn't understand what was so funny. She made me look at myself
in the full length mirror. Now I saw what was funny to the women - my ass
was covered with lipstick prints! Made by three guys! Will the humiliations
ever stop? I couldn't stop looking at my image in the mirror.
Actually, there were a couple more humiliations to come.
When the women had stopped laughing, which wasn't easy since they howled
after seeing my expression when I looked at my lipstick covered ass in the
mirror, Lois spoke up. "This really is supposed to be Denise's party.
Denise, which of these pitiful specimens do you think is the cutest guy here?"
Not surprisingly, she picked Greg. "How would you like a nice DEEP fucking
by Greg," Lois asked Denise.
Denise rolled her eyes. "Umm, I think that would be nice," she smiled.
Lois and Carolyn took Denise by the hand and brought her into the
bedroom. They laid her down with her ass at the edge of the bed, feet hanging
off the bed. Then Peggy brought Greg into the bedroom. Lois positioned
him standing by the foot of the bed, bent over Denise. But Greg's cock
was soft.
"Well, you don't expect me to get him hard, do you?" asked Lois.
"Oh boys?" She called us in the bedroom too. She took pity on me since my
ass was still burning from my spanking, but she made Bob and Steve kneel on
either side of Greg, and she told them to lick his cock and balls. Meanwhile
she told Greg to lick Denise's pussy to make sure it was wet for him. I
watched all this, as Bob and Steve licked away at Steve, sometimes licking
each other's tongues since they were so close. Greg soon got hard, and
Lois told him to insert himself into Denise and start pumping away.
Meanwhile she told Steve and Bob to keep licking Greg's balls, and to play
with themselves while they did. She told me to play with myself too.
Greg was getting into a nice rhythm with Denise, everyone else was
playing with themselves, but Carolyn was not content.
"Denise, would you like Greg to thrust at you as deep as possible?" Carolyn
asked her. Denise nodded yes.
Carolyn left the room for a moment. She came back - with a paddle.
Then she started spanking Greg in sync with his thrusts at Denise. He yelped
at the first spank. But it did encourage him to thrust deeper. Carolyn
was wailing away at Greg, Greg was thrusting in pain with each spank, Bob
and Steve were gently licking his balls, and everyone was stroking their
pussy or their cock, except Greg and Denise. Denise started moaning very
loudly. She came, then Greg came, and one by one everyone else came.
Lois made Greg lick Denise clean, and Carolyn made the three other guys
lick each other clean. The guys had each come once. I lost count how
many times the women came.
The women let us get dressed and helped us remove our lipstick. They
even made the other three guys clean the lipstick marks off my ass with
a washcloth. The women also got dressed. Everyone was exhausted. Before
they let us leave, every woman gave every guy a sweet hug and a kiss, and
they thanked us for being such good sports, and such good slaves.
And I wondered when the next Lois party would be. What a company!