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Nicholas, or Nick to his friends, was a 21st Century Adonis, only much larger.  Nick stood 6'10", 360 pounds his senior year in high school.  He was a strikingly handsome, highly intelligent and naturally gifted athlete who seemingly had the ability to pack on muscle mass by just walking past the weight room.

What hung between Nick's massive, muscular thighs was equally impressive.  His man area looked like the business end of a Louisville slugger, with the exception of one very peculiar physical anomaly.  Mysteriously, every last hair on his body turned snow white the summer after high school.  

After declining numerous athletic scholarships, Nick decided to let his hair down, literally and figuratively.  His naturally wavy hair soon hung to the middle of his enormously broad, beach tanned shoulder blades, and his heavy beard grew in long, wavy curls that cascaded to the top of his well defined chest.  

As if he wasn't already noticeable enough, he began growing again and shot up to 7'2", 385 pounds of chiseled handsome just before Fall classes started.  From the moment he stepped out of his new truck at the campus dorms, he was the talk of campus.  

Like most college kids, he always had too much month left at the end of his money. His parents weren't poor by any means, but Nick detested asking his parents for anything, especially money.

Christmas was just months away and Nick needed to find a job in the worst way.  Running out of options, he answered an ad looking for a Santa to work office parties and special occasions for 'discerning' clients.

Despite his age, he figured with some makeup, wire frame glasses and padding, he could pass muster.  After all, he did have the all natural long white hair and beard going for him, and he could boom out a deep, convincing 'HO HO HO' on command.

The interview day came, and Nick, like any other nineteen year old, had the jitters.  He donned his new dark grey, custom tailored suit, and a subtle dark red shirt that one of his new lady friends had helped pick out.  He slipped into his custom made size 23 black alligator boots, which added another two inches to his already towering height, and off he went.

Nick had no idea the first interview was somewhat of a cattle call.  He got the usual reaction as he ducked to miss the door frame, and his bulking mass filled the doorway, eclipsing the hallway light behind him.  His appearance startled the entire room and it fell predictably silent.

There were about a dozen other Santa applicants already there, waiting to be interviewed. Each one of his fellow wannabes were in various stages of baldness, obesity, and all older than dirt.  About all he had in common with them, was a long flowing snow white beard and hair.  

The pretty, young lady at the front desk stopped her phone conversation mid sentence, speechless as Nick approached her desk.  She stared as him for several seconds before clearing her throat.  

"M-M-May I help you?"

Nick's crystal blues eyes sparkled from behind the fake wire rim glasses.  His warm, contagious smile was framed perfectly by his beard and long hair. 

"Hi Sara.  I'm here to apply for the Santa position." Nick said quietly as he leaned towards her.

"S-Sure." she stammered, sliding an application across the counter.  His eyes twinkled at her until she finally returned his smile.

"How did you know my name?" Sara asked sheepishly.

"Santa knows those things." he laughed, "Besides, it's on your name tag, silly." 

Nick nodded hello to the other applicants as he took a seat at the far end of the room.  He quickly filled out the application and stood to return it to the receptionist.  As he approached the desk, he couldn't help but notice Sara's thimble sized excitement jutting proudly against her mint-green silk blouse.

Her face blushed crimson red as Nick's notice lingered too long.  He fumbled through an apology as the color of his faced quickly matched hers.

"Have a seat, Nick.  Ms. Marla will be with you shortly."

Nick sat patiently waiting his turn, fingers nervously tapping his thighs.  Time after time, the door to the adjoining office opened, and the sound of a middle aged woman called out from behind the door for the next applicant. Every ten to fifteen minutes, the door would open, and out would pop a smiling Santa, confident he was 'the one'.

Finally, Nick was alone, except for Sara.  He was the last applicant and the door opened and a beautiful middle aged woman stepped into view for the first time.  She gave Sara a quick glance.  Sara motioned towards Nick with her eyes and a nod of the head. 

"Marla!" she said, introducing herself, as she walked briskly towards him.  She tucked her shoulder length hair behind her ear and extended her slender hand in mid stride as Nick quickly unfolded from the chair.  Marla's eyes grew wide and her warm smile froze as she followed Nick's ascent.  He smiled and reached for her hand, wrapping hers completely with his.

"Nick. I'm Nick," he said with a friendly smile.

"Oh my!" Marla muttered as she slowly pulled her hand from his tender but firm grasp and jokingly said, "You're not going to fit in any chimney I've ever seen."  

"Come in.  Please come in." She swallowed hard and smiled awkwardly as she invited him into her office.  She gave Sara a dreamy fluttering eyelash kind of glance as she followed Nick through the doorway, pretending to grab at his ass.

Using his rolled up application as a pointer, Marla motioned Nick towards a plush leather chair in front of her ornately crafted desk.  She leaned against the front of her desk as Nick sat down.  Nick looked around the lavishly decorated office, then back at Marla.

She folded her arms across her breasts, hiding her own aroused nipples as she surveyed his massive frame.  The sight of such a strikingly handsome young man made her pussy tingle as she sized him up.  She couldn't remember the last time just meeting a man, made her instantly wet.  Marla crossed her legs at the ankles, squeezing her thighs tightly against her much neglected, swollen, squishy lips. 

Marla admired his silky, magnificent beard and long flowing hair.  Best fake beard she'd ever seen she thought to herself.  Her eyes danced as she mentally devoured him.  She removed her glasses, nibbling at, and teasing the tip of the earpiece with her tongue. 

"Really nice, convincing touch with the dyed hair and realistic looking beard, Nick.  Maybe a bit over played, but well done!" she said as she glanced at the application, "Nick?  Is that really your name?"

"Yes Ma'am.  Short for Nicholas, and the beard is real Ma'am.  Pull it if you like." he said, giving it a tug himself.

"I would have never guessed at the name.  How convenient is that?" Marla huffed under her breath, swallowing her smile.

Knowing the question was coming, Nick voluntarily told her how he came to have snow white hair. Fascinating story to Marla, but she was not completely convinced.

Marla was a mid to late fortyish bombshell of a redhead with bright, vibrant green eyes.  She was estranged from her husband but still brandished a huge stone on her ring finger.  Her finely tailored skirt and white, sheer silk blouse, hugged her fit, 5'9" athletic figure.  Full lips painted in a red that matched her hair, framed her perfectly straight pearly whites.

Nick couldn't help but feel aroused as she paced slowly back and forth while she interviewed him.  Her well toned ass had that irresistible, and impossible to ignore, roll from side to side each time she took a step, making his enormous cock creep down his pant leg.  

He must have been fantasizing about her a little too hard because it took him a couple of seconds to realize she had stopped talking and was now staring at his reflection in the large mirror above the credenza.

"This is kind of awkward, Nick.  I'm interviewing you for a job, and you're staring at my ass." she snapped, shattering the silence as she spun to face him.

Marla took several menacing steps toward him, then stood directly in front of him, chest bowed out in authority, with hands planted firmly on her hips, her brow was furled and teeth tightly clenched as if ready scold him and end the interview.  

Nick looked her in the eyes and offered up an innocent puppy dog smile that caught her completely off guard. "Umm, I apologize, it's just that," Nick gave her a quick up and down glance, "you're really... umm.  I'm sorry.  I really am."

After an awkward silence, Marla shook her head side to side, huffed a laugh and rolled her eyes.

"Nick," Marla sucked in a deep breath, turned and took a couple of steps.  She smiled to herself thinking she had this hot young stud on the defensive, which further aroused her.  Then the tone of her voice softened and became almost sultry. 

"What makes you think you can play Santa?" she asked as she glanced over her shoulder at him.

Before he had time to answer, Marla turned to face him and continued, "Nick, would you prefer to be a mall Santa and spend every weekend till Christmas dealing with shit loads of scared, crying little kids and putting up with an endless line of psychotic, never satisfied mommies?  Orrr..." her voice lingered.

"Or what?" 

"Well, Nick, we serve, and I do mean, serve, a very discerning clientele."

Nick smiled ear to ear and nodded, "Go on."

"Nick, before applying for the Santa position and you were just an every day normal young man, would you say your name was on Santa's Nice list, or the Naughty list?  

"Hmmmm, you guess?" Nick snickered, feelng cocky.

Marla ignored his question.

"Nick, some of our clientele have a reputation for having a bit of a drinking problem and tend to get progressively more touchy feelie with each drink. Would you have any reservations entertaining such women, young or otherwise who might want to just wiggle around on your lap for several minutes as they talk about their Christmas Wish List?" 

Nick smiled and shrugged his shoulders, "Well, I'm a good listener.  I guess I could just smile and sit there being friendly while they're asking me for outrageous Christmas gifts.  Sure, I can do that."

Marla swallowed a wicked smile as she pictured herself sitting on his lap, wiggling against what must be a very large cock.

As she talked and moved from his side to behind him, she squeezed the curves of his muscular deltoid, then gave his shoulders a few squeezes before combing her fingers into his white locks along his temples and past his ears.   

She draped both arms over his shoulders, resting her forearms on them before slipping her hands under his beard and between his suit coat and shirt.  She whispered some of his potential responsibilities as her nails gently raked across his massive pecs, ultimately trapping his nipples between her thumbs and fingers in a playful pinch.

Nick leaned his head against hers and mumbled his approval.

Marla nuzzled his ear, her gaze locked on the growing bulge pinned to his thigh and cooed, "Oh Saint Nick, I think you're going to be a natural at this."

She retreated as suddenly as she had advanced, her pussy now a cauldron of fire and aching in the worst way.  Her entire body felt electric, tingling as it had not done so for a long time.  She forced her thighs together as she walked in an attempt to hide the flow trickling down her thighs.

"Let me give you some insight as to what is expected from, our Santas," she said, as she circled around and stopped short of the chair across from Nick.  She bent over, pretending to brush something off the seat, knowing, or at least hoping, that his eyes were feasting on her perfect ass.  Marla turned slightly and then slipped into the chair opposite him.

Marla's voice may have assumed a business-like tone and her body a prim and proper posture as she sat, but she fooled no one.  Every big breath she took filled out her blouse in a most magnificent way.  Her bottom lip quivered intermittently, momentarily losing composure as she spoke. The fire between her legs was growing unmanageable. 

'Concentrate, damnit!' she scolded herself repeatedly.

"Nick, as I said, we have some very demanding clients here.  Most of them are in their thirties to sixties, single, widowed, or wish they were. They are wealthy socialites from the most prominent families in town.  With few exceptions, most have nothing to occupy their time or to satisfy their long ignored desires, and cost means nothing to them as long as they get what they want."

Do you know what I mean?" she winked.

Marla's stare into Nick's eyes was penetrating. When Nick nodded his head yes and looked towards the window, she took another peek at his crotch.  

"When I say demanding Nick, it might involve more than you are willing to give.  You are rather young and, I assume, naive?"

Her lingering stare at his crotch lasted long after he looked back at her.  Marla held her gaze long enough for Nick to eliminate any doubt as to what she implied by, 'willing to give.'   He watched her slowly cross her legs, exposing the lacy tops of her stockings.  She slowly reached down, giving the lacy top of her stocking a seductive caress and the skirt hem a fruitless tug.

"In order to be a Santa for us Nick, you will have to wear a Santa outfit and honestly, I've never seen an outfit that would fit a man your size.  If you will contract with us exclusively for the entire season, I'll pay to have custom Santa suits made for you.  If all goes well, I will expect you to sign an exclusive, two year extensions with bonuses and other perks after that."

Marla locked eyes with Nick as she uncrossed her legs and scooted quickly to the edge of her seat in one swift motion.  Her skirt pushed past the tops of her stockings and her legs parted slightly, revealing a thick patch of red pubic hair.

She pretended to care, and sort of pushed her left hand into her lap to cover herself as she extended her right hand towards Nick, "Deal?"

Nick couldn't resist a taking a longer look between her silky smooth long thighs before meeting her stare.

"Yes Ma'am!!  We have a deal," he answered, extending his hand.

"Wonderful news, Nick!" Marla responded with a wink, a slow lick of her lips, and a handshake that ended as her hand circled and slowly slid off his middle finger, "those are mighty long fingers you have there Nick."

Ass still perched on the chair's edge, Marla leaned back and slowly lifted her hands skyward in a long, teasing stretch, feigning fatigue and apologizing in advance as her back arched towards him, brandishing her large, firm tits.  She tilted her head backwards with closed eyes, held her pose and let out a long, sensual sigh which ended with a shutter and both hands combing through her hair, "Long day, Nick.  Know what I mean?"

She stood and after straightening her skirt, took her time walking towards her desk, knowing Nick's eyes would once again be fixated on her nice tight ass.  She imagined a very aroused, aggressive Nick following her to the desk, overpowering her unexpectedly.  

She fantasized of him forcefully grabbing her and effortlessly bending over the desk with one of his massive hands to the middle of her shoulders, face pushed into the pile of paperwork as he insulted her with demeaning, vulgar names. 

She imagined him arching her neck and back with a swift pull of her hair, and using his free hand, lifting her skirt and forcefully spreading her thighs wide as she reluctantly protested. 

She imagined him lifting her leg until her knee rested on her desk, leaving her legs spread wide.

She imagined him using those long thick fingers to roughly split her wet lips and finger fuck her pussy from behind as the other hand groped roughly at her tits. 

She imagined him having to cover her mouth to muffle her cries. 

She imagined him dropping to his knees behind her, ravaging her asshole and pussy with his long slithering tongue, leaving her in a melting heap of hot flesh.

She imagined him pulling his massive cock out, quickly lubing the head of his spear with her juices before splitting her wide open as he angrily buried himself balls deep inside her. 

She imagined the feel of his large balls slapping her hard clit with each hard thrust. 

She imagined him fucking her mercilessly, like an untamed animal in heat. 

She imagined him selfishly using her pussy as a worthless receptacle for his own carnal pleasures. 

She imagined him tirelessly pounding her tight pussy with his massive cockmeat, and leaving her completely spent, sprawled across the desk in the most unladylike position, displayed like a trophy, pussy left agape and his copious volume of cum pouring out of her pussy like slow moving, milky lava.

Caught up in her lust, she nearly forgot why she was standing at her desk.  The edge of her desk had somehow found her hard clit and she shamelessly ground against it, sending electrical shocks through her body.  She leaned over her desk in a provocative manner, lifting one foot as she stretched to reach her phone.  The pose gave Nick another peek at her thigh-highs as her skirt rose high up her legs.  She prayed he was looking intently enough to see the glistening arousal he had caused.

She hoped he was getting as aroused as she was.  She hoped he would act out her fantasies.

Marla took a deep breath and cleared her voice, "Sara, get Rose, my seamstress on the line right away please."

Marla released the intercom button and shuffled some papers on her desk as she waited, knowing full well Nick's eyes were feasting on her firm apple shaped bottom as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. 

Within seconds it seemed, Sara came back on the intercom, "Rose, on line two."

Nick discretely rubbed his shaft as he watched her shift her weight back and forth, her hand sliding slowly over her hip to smooth out any wrinkles.  He listened intently to her low, sultry voice.  Then unexpectedly, Marla spun around mid sentence, catching Nick squeezing himself mid shaft.  Marla stared at Nick's crotch as she talked to Rose, telling her she needed her to drop everything and come over immediately.  She turned her back to Nick and whispered something to Rose, then giggled and set the phone down.

"Nick, I hope you don't mind, but time is in short supply so we need to get you fitted today and give my seamstress Rose time to make your suits.  Please tell me you have time this afternoon?"

"Sure, I have all afternoon," Nick said as he stood up, reaching his hands upward until they touched the ten foot ceiling, then stretched.  

The thickness of his semi-erect cock looked like he had stuffed a five pound roll of Jimmy Dean sausage down his pants.  Even if she had wanted to practice some restraint, Marla's eyes instantly shot towards the bulge, causing her to hold her breath.  

"Long day, Marla.  Know what I mean?" Nick mocked.

Rose's shop was just half a block away, so she was there in just minutes.

Rose was a beautiful thirty-something year old, petite, 5'5" or so, Vietnamese lady.  She had long, jet black hair worn in a ponytail, dark eyes and was very shapely.  She had on a simple, light blue cotton work dress that went to mid thigh and buttoned all the way up the front.  The bottom three buttons were undone, presumably worked loose from standing and kneeling repeatedly.  Rose had her measuring tape dangling around her neck and a pen and pad protruding from her front hip pocket.  The plunging neckline screamed, "Look at my nice titties!"

Marla and Rose did the little titties-to-titties, lips-to-lips hello routine.  Then Marla, holding Rose's hand, introduced Nick.  Nick was still in a slight stage of arousal, which Rose noticed right away and gave Marla's hand a very excited squeeze.

Marla walked to her office door, called out to Sara to lock up on her way out.  Then Marla turned towards Nick and Rose, closing the door behind her as she leaned against it. 

"Nick, this may sound a bit strange, but we will need you to disrobe so Rose can take accurate measurements.  Is that okay?"

Nick wasn't stupid, "Well, if it's part of the job, then sure!" 

Marla helped him remove his jacket and hung it over the valet she kept for such occasions.  Rose stood in front of him.  Even before his jacket was off, Rose started to unbutton his shirt, feasting her eyes on the snowy white chest hair covering his dinner plate sized pectorals.  Her eyes danced side to side, marveling at the sight.  It took all the will power she could muster not to caress and squeeze his broad chest.

The more of Nick's muscle stretched flesh she revealed, the more aroused both women became.  As Rose reached the last button, she tugged one shirttail free, then the other.  Nick stared intently at Rose's eyes and she stole glances at him repeatedly.

The mixed scent of both women's arousal and their fragrances made Nick's nostrils flare.  His chin lifted ever so slightly and sniffed at the air, like an animal trying to detect the direction of a bitch in heat.

Once the shirt cuffs were unbuttoned and free, Marla reached around him from behind, trembling fingers pulling his forearms behind him.  She pulled one cuff over his hand, then the other, leaving him naked from the waist up.  She was sopping wet and could feel trickles snaking down her thighs.

Rose's expression turned business-like as she reached for his belt.  His lips curled a knowing smile of approval as she pushed the end of the belt through the loop, then doubled it back until the spike fell from the hole, letting the ends spread open.

"Ahhh!  Feels better already." Nick smiled.

Rose sucked in a sharp, deep breath, holding it in as she undid the waistline button and fumbled to grab the zipper pull.  She slowly unzipped Nick's pants about half way, further exposing a broad trail of white stomach hair that morphed into pubic hair.

Rose couldn't resist slipping her hands inside his waistline, fingers tracing the outlines of his abs and obliques as her hands followed the inner side of the elastic band along his hot flesh.  Savoring the feel of every square inch, she circled his waist, she wasn't too surprised to feel Marla's fingers doing the same from behind.  Her hands dropped below Marla's, about halfway across his ass cheeks, then slowly returned towards the front with nails raking along his hips, stopping at his zipper.  Rose's fully extended fingers and thumbs slipped into the thickness of his pubic hair, and down both sides of the base of his cock.  Nick's eyes fluttered closed, sucking in a deep breath.

Rose's eyes widened as she pushed his pants and Jockey briefs low enough to catch sight of his girth.  She whimpered noticeably as her trembling fingers traced the area where his pelvic muscles attached to his cock.

"Sit down, Nick." Marla's voice quivered, breaking the silence as she pushed him into the chair by his shoulders.

He crumpled into the seat as Marla joined Rose in front of him, admiring his chiseled physique.  Both began tugging on his boots, eager to ultimately get his pants off. They were both bent over, tits swaying freely as they struggled to no avail, which amused Nick.

"Ladies, there's only one way to remove a man's boots.  Who wants to go first?"

They looked at each and Rose offered herself as the guinea pig.

"Turn around Rose, spread your legs shoulder wide."

She had no more than turned her back to Nick and spread her feet, when she felt his shin push her dress upwards between her legs, until the cold boot leather made contact with her wet panties.  She let out a sweet little yelp as a current of arousal raced through her body. 

"Now what?" she panted, catching her breath as she contorted her body to see his face.  She was sure he could feel her pussy pulsing against his leg.

Nick smiled,"Now lace your fingers together under the heel and pull up as you pull off."

As Rose did as she was told, bending over at the waist, giving him a nice shot of her wet panties from behind.  She felt his other boot in the middle of her ass cheek, gently pushing her forward.  His boot finally came off, hitting the floor with the size thud a size 23 boot makes.

All three got a laugh as Rose stumbled and nearly lost her balance as she fell forward into Marla's arms.  As Rose straightened her dress, he lowered his leg and motioned for Marla to now do the same on his other leg as he extended it. 

Marla gave Nick a long seductive look, wiggled her hips as she lifted her skirt to her waist, high enough for him to get a nice long look, then turned and swung her leg over his as if mounting a pony.  She bent over at the waist and reached to grab Nick's foot, giving him another nice view of her lady parts from behind.  He lifted his leg until his boot was snug against her pussy and placed the heel of his stocking foot along the crack of her ass.  

Marla tugged and tugged at Nick's boot, but it wouldn't budge. She cursed as her whole body wiggled trying to free his other foot.  Poor Marla had no idea a man's boot will never come off as long as he has his toes curled inside.  Besides, he was sure she was enjoying the struggle. Finally, with Rose's help Nick had both boots off.

As both women stood in front of him. he extended both feet in leg press fashion, straight towards them, right at crotch level.  Instinctively, they reached for his socks.  As they pulled his socks off, he pushed his feet into their lower bellies, heels right at clit level.

Marla gasped loudly as Nick's enormous foot slid down her pussy hair, his big toe slipping between her shaking legs and and snug against her swollen folds.  Nick wiggled his toe, hitting her squarely on the clit.  She wrapped both hands around the back of his foot, holding him in place as her hips began grinding herself on his big toe.  

Rose felt Nick's toes pushing her wet panties up inside her, teasing at her hard clit as he rubbed on her pussy.  She looked at Marla as she began humping Nick's long, thick toes, too.  His toes were bigger than some cocks she had fucked.

With one hand holding Nick's foot planted firmly against her pussy, Marla reached for Rose's breasts, groping roughly at them through the fabric, fumbling at her buttons until a breast fell free.  Marla closed her eyes and moaned loudly as she quickly worked herself towards an orgasm.  

Nick worked his toes and the balls of his feet all over both pussies as they squirmed and ground away.  With Rose's tit firmly in Marla's grasp, Rose came first, moaning loudly and shaking violently.  Marla took a few strokes longer, then came in a trembling cluster of squirting orgasms that dripped off Nick's foot.

Marla and Rose burst into child like giggles.  Rose combed her fingers through her hair and looked at Marla then asked, "Was that called a Frito Lay?"  

"AHHHH-Hmmm." Nick coughed, and pointed to his fully erect 15" tower still trapped along side his thigh.

The girls hastily moaned out an apology and in seconds, both women were butt-naked.

Marla purred an apology as she promptly dropped to her knees between his, groping wildly at his bulge.  

Her hands were mid way up Nick's thighs, raking her nails as she licked her lips.  She could see his cock pulsing like a slithering snake inside his pants. By the time Marla touched the tip of Nick's cock, Rose was tugging at Nick's pants, straining to free him. 

Both growled in frustration as they unsuccessfully tugged the front of his pants. His enormous bulge was slowly being uncovered, but not fast enough. 

Nick's cock was so tightly packed in his pants, it was like a sapling bent over and tied to the ground, with all it's pent up energy just waiting to be released.  All their efforts only resulted in about half of his shaft being exposed.  

"Wait a minute!" Nick grunted, pushing them both away.

Nick stood, unfolding to his full 7'2" stature.  His cock pushed against the front of his pants so hard it threatened to bust a seam.  The girls sat on their knees like obedient pups, eyes fixated and waiting for their treat.

He reached into his pants and readjusted his manhood, then told them to pull his pants down.  As the waistline slid past the tip of his cock, it sprang upward with such force, it flung droplets from Rose's tits to the bottom of her chin.  They hurriedly helped him step out of his pants.

Then Nick bent over and took both of them with a handful of hair, pulling them to a kneeling position facing each other, just inches from either side of his throbbing beam.  Large bulging veins criss crossed his magnificent shaft, pulsing so hard with each heartbeat they could almost hear it.  His full erection was a coke can in diameter, fifteen- inch-long, rock-hard column of menacing pussy-hungry cock.  The head was perfectly formed, large and thick.  

Nick grabbed himself about mid-shaft, fingers wrapped completely around his cock, and stroked it a few times slowly before branding Marla's cheek with smeared precum, then dripped more onto her extended tongue, giving her the first taste of his seed.

With a hand to the top of each woman's head, he pushed them towards his cock and his sugar plum sized testicles that hung like those of a Brahma bull.  The girls hungrily kissed and licked back and forth up either side of his shaft as they paid homage to his kingly manhood.  Taking turns, one would stroke him as the other licked and sucked his globe and balls.

He ordered them to further lubricate him with their pussy-juices, which both did eagerly and obediently.  As Rose played with his balls, Marla wrapped her hands around his cock, locking her fingers together.  Her thumbs pressed firmly into the base of his cock as she began pumping him faster, her tongue licking his man slit, apprehensively waiting the inevitable.  

Nick's pleasure reached a zenith.  None of his high school or college playmates had been able to offer him such immense pleasure.  Not even the so-called, experienced moms of some of his friends made him feel this much pleasure.

Marla released her grip on his shaft but held the head of his cock in her mouth and began to masturbate while her tongue teased the glans around his head. Rose slurped about at his dangling sugar plums from underneath and toyed with his asshole while she stoked the fires of her own building inferno.  

Somehow, Marla managed to get her mouth past the head, but could only take a few inches of him. She sucked his cock hard, bobbing up and down as fast as she could, stretched so wide she feared her lips would split open.

She felt powerless as his massive hand held her head in place like a palmed basketball.  He pounded at her face until he was ready to cum, then pulled her off of his cock like she was a rag doll, and forced his cock into Rose's mouth, pushing deep till her eyes bulged.  She took more cock than Marla, almost a third.  Her throat bulged grotesquely as he pumped in and out her throat, repeatedly gagging her.

When Nick finally pulled his pulsing cock from Rose's mouth, slobber ran down her chin, and she gasped for air.  He held their faces to either side of his cock and slowly pistoned between their slobbery lips.  As he felt his balls cinching, he forced their faces cheek to cheek facing him using his palms, then unloaded his first long rope of cum point blank onto their faces and open mouths.

They both moaned and shrieked as cum splattered all over their faces and tits.  He came in a volume that looked like a bottle of lotion had exploded on them.  Several loads of cum shot off in rapid succession, leaving long, thick ribbons of cum dangling from their chins and hair, and dripping from their tits.  

Nick, with his youthful, erect cock still dripping cum, slumped backwards into the chair, consumed in euphoric bliss, letting his legs fall wide, balls dangling off the edge of the seat cushion like ornaments.  The three stared at each other as Marla's motor continued to run, playfully raking her nails up and down Nick's inner thighs. She was impressed his young cock could recover in only seconds, and milked the cum from his shaft as it oozed. 

Nick smiled at his masterpiece that criss-crossed their beautiful faces.  Ribbons of cum lay glued to their faces and matted in their hair, like an artist slinging his wet brush at a canvas.

"Turn around.  Both of you!" Nick ordered, "on your knees, asses in the air."

Both giggled and did so without hesitation.  He leaned forward in the chair, his manhood bouncing like a spring board.  Licking both his middle fingers, he inserted them into their wet pussies, surprising them with a hard initial thrust that slammed into the backs of their pussies. Both pussies cinched tightly around his thick long finger as if trying to resist his assault.  He explored them both with wide circular motions mixed with sudden, unexpectedly deep jabs.  They moaned and groaned a cacophony of pleasure as he again, grew erect.

Nick finger fucked them both until he sensed they were going to cum and he pushed his thumbs into their asses, wearing them both on his hands like fuck puppets.  They shrieked in concert and he buried his digits palm deep in them, pounding them hard until they came in a hail of body-wracking spasms.

Both girls collapsed on the floor, writhing and panting like exhausted sled dogs.  Marla turned onto her side in a fetal position and Rose snuggled behind her, wrapping her arms tightly around her torso, hugging her.   She brushed the cum-matted, long red hair away her shoulder and ear, then began smothering her with hot, sensual kisses.  Marla's tits filled Rose's dainty hands as she squeezed and roughly groped her. Marla reached behind her, between them, and slid her hand into Rose's wet chambers. Nick stroked himself as he watched. 

Rose pinched and pulled at Marla's nipples, making chill bumps cover her body.  Her hands raced all over Marla, with one hand winding up in the middle of her red bush, finger fucking away as hard and fast as she could till Marla came again, splashing the Persian rug beneath them.

Marla's pussy craved more and she spread her legs wide, resting her calf on Nick's knee, to accept three fingers.  Marla's trembling hands reached for Nick's cock, holding on for dear life as Rose's fingers and wild tongue turned Marla's pussy into a fountain.  

Nick's cock was more than recovered and ready for action.  He pulled Marla towards him by the hair until she was standing in the chair, feet straddling his hips, and her cum matted pussy dripping at his face.  

He held her in place with a vice-like grip around her hips, fingertips digging firmly into her ass cheeks, spreading them as his long tongue parted her pussy lips. She barely had time to breathe, before she felt the broad tip of his tongue.  Marla's knees buckled the moment his tongue probed between her lips.  

His downy soft beard brushed at her thighs and pussy, tickling and caressing them at the same time, quickly inducing several hard jerks.  Within seconds, violent tremors streaked through her body making her knees weak.  She braced herself with hands to his massive shoulders, as his long slithering tongue ravaged her from anus to clit, tongue fucking both her holes.  Marla squirted with such force, it soaked his beard and trickled down his chest.

While Marla was getting her long neglected undercarriage tended to, Rose stood and straddled his thighs facing him.  Her legs wrapped around the edge of the chair's arms as she lifted herself to take Nick's cock.  Despite being extremely well lubricated, she was ill prepared as each inch of cock stretched her painfully wider. She managed to get about ten inches of his cock inside her before starting to ride him, slowly at first. Rose's nose was flush to Marla's grinding pelvis and took advantage of Nick's grip spreading her ass cheeks wide and began tongue fucking her asshole as Nick lapped at her pussy.

Rose's pussy stretched so wide she wondered if she would ever be normal again.  But feeling the power of his massive young cock pounding away at her depths, slamming places no man or toy had ever reached, further fueled her overwhelming lust. 

Every time Rose slammed her full weight onto Nick, he met her thrust with an equal and angrier upward thrust of his own. They were fucking wildly but in perfect sync.

She was lost in the overpowering moment, so completely filled with rock-hard cock meat, she was sure her intestines and organs had been reaarranged permanently.  She was equally sure she wouldn't walk normally for days, if ever! 

Marla held onto Nick with both fists full of beard, grinding her pussy into his bearded snake.  Nick covered both her ass cheeks with one hand and the other groped at her bouncing titties until she erupted in his mouth.  Only Nick's hold on Marla kept her upright.

The sights and sounds of Marla cumming so violently triggered Rose's orgasm.  Her pussy seized up on Nick's cock like a vice and moments later, he shot a load of cum in her so hard and deep, the volume and velocity of his orgasm made her scream.  There was so much of it, she was for sure it was going to come out her nose and ears.

Unable to stand, Marla collapsed forward, knees crashing under his armpits and her large tits to either side of Nick's face.  He held her in place by one arm wrapped around her thighs right below her ass.  Nick released her and she slowly melted into his lap, wedging herself between him and a happily impaled Rose.  

As she slid between them, she pushed Rose off of Nick's cock far enough for her to feel his shaft throbbing against her lips.  Her body shuttered hard as she felt his cum coated shaft slowly pistoning length ways along her pussy lips into Rose. 

Instinctively, Marla's hips began rocking back and forth, rubbing herself along Nick's slippery shaft, maintaining a heightened state of arousal. The end of his cock was still rooted far enough in Rose for him to be fucking them both at the same time.

Rose reclined, resting on Nick's long thighs and lifted her legs upward until the backs of her thighs rested flush against Marla's back. Nick wrapped his arms around Rose's thighs, pinning Marla between them as he pumped back and forth into Rose. This went on for several minutes, him fucking Rose as Marla ground herself on his shaft.

Then Marla stood on wobbly legs and turned to face Rose.  Nick took the opportunity to slap her ass with a sharp crack that left a red mark across both cheeks. 

Marla's shaky legs gave out and she sat on his chest, slowly smearing her juices all the way down his torso until she could scissor with Rose and still feel Nick's cock under her.  He played with both of them as they kissed tenderly and caressed each other.

He had fucked Rose, and now wanted Marla.  Rose protested and pretended to pout as he withdrew his cock from her.  He took Marla by the hips as she faced Rose and lifted her as if she were weightless and guided her reverse cowboy onto his throbbing cock.  His youthful prowess and how he so effortlessly manhandled them both at the same time further aroused her.

Her wobbly legs spread wide and she placed both knees on the arms of the chair and lowered herself onto him. The initial penetration seemed to go on forever.  Her nails clawed at Nick's thighs as she cried out for mercy each time a slow, hard thrust stretched her wider and deeper.  He offered to stop, but she begged for more.

Rose moved to her knees between their legs, caressing and raking their thighs with her long nails, lapping at the union of their sexes as Nick slow-fucked Marla. Rose kept his cock lubricated with thick mix of her saliva and their cum.  

Nick wrapped his Herculean like arms under Marla's armpits, forcing her large tits together with his forearms and draping his long fingers over her shoulders.  He held her in place by the tops of her shoulders, rendering her pussy an immovable target as he began to sadistically pump harder and deeper and faster. Marla screamed out like a wounded animal in a mix of pain and shear ecstasy with each hard, violent thrust.  

Nick grunted obscenities in Marla's ear as he fucked her recklessly hard.  She answered him every time he called her a nasty cunt, or slut or his whore.  He wanted Marla to feel like she was fucking a cedar fence post.  She was certain she was.  Marla begged for mercy and roughness in the same gasps.  Her nails clawed at Rose's back and scalp as Rose lapped at the fruits of their labor.

Her moans became screams, which became deep grunts, which became loud painful cries for mercy, which became tearful sobs of joy, which became angry cursing, which ended in long sustained trembling, shrieks of ecstasy when she erupted with body shaking torrent after torrent.

Nick was just warming up, "I'm going to tear that pussy up Marla." he growled into her lobe.

"Ohhhhhhh gawwwwwwwddd." Marla cried softly, tears rolling down her cheeks.  "YESSSSSSSS!!!  FUCK MEEEEEE!!"

Rose had his balls in one hand and his shaft in the other when she felt his balls constrict like a slamming door.  She felt the first surge race up his shaft.  Her small hand circled the bottom of his shaft and felt the tickle in her palm as his seed coursed past and up through his seemingly mile long shaft.  She didn't have to guess the exact moment he hosed Marla's depths.  

As the first rush of his semen slammed into Marla's womb, she shrieked and her entire body instantly locked up, then went into uncontrollable jerking and shaking, then locked up again.  Her body froze, paralyzed as one hard eruption followed another.  With her fists clenched tightly full of Rose's, her head jolted backward, slamming into Nick's chest as she screamed and her hips slammed over and over onto his cock. Every muscle fiber in her body suddenly became concrete hard, then shook like a large magnitude earthquake. Marla's mouth fell open, gasping loudly, sucking in air, and seconds later, let out a long, guttural, primal, gasping scream as he filled her to overflowing.  Her body fell momentarily limp as he mercilessly pumped his balls dry into her crimson covered cavern.

It was as if a fire hose had been shoved far up her cunt and turned on.  As Nick slow pounded Marla's pussy, the seal connecting their sexes loosened and his cum squirted past their union, hitting Rose in the face. 

Marla finally cried, 'Uncle'.  She could take no more.  She feared her pussy was stretched far beyond what a normal sized man would ever find useful. She slumped motionless against his chest, feeling his withering cock pulse inside her.  After several minutes, she lifted herself off of Nick.  The sound of his cock exiting her pussy made a sloppy, farting like noise and uncorked a torrent of his spent seed into his lap.

Ignoring the mess, both women curled up in Nick's lap, exhausted, pussies left painfully agape, but nonetheless satisfied from being ravaged by his youthful exuberance and voracious sexual appetite.

After a short catnap, they untangled themselves.  Drying cum had temporarily glued them together. Marla walked awkwardly towards her private bathroom, shimmering globs of cum stuck to her legs like strings of pearls. She emptied the remnants of Nick's seed with a gushing splash.  Rose followed suit, and came back with warm wet towels to clean up with.

Marla got a twinkle in her eyes as she began washing off Nick's flaccid cock.  Rose followed queue and tenderly sponge washed his balls and inner thighs.  Soon, Nick was fully erect.  Rose toyed with her clit as she teased his cock, licking his salty slit.  Marla just shook her head, no.

Suddenly, Marla heard moaning noises coming from the direction of her desk. She stood and realized she had not hung up the phone, then, glancing towards the door, noticed moving shadows under the door connecting her office to the receptionist area. She held her finger to the lips and quietly tiptoed towards the door, flinging it open the door.  There stood Sara, skirt bunched around her waist, her panties pulled to the side with one hand pounding her sweet puss and the other hand under her blouse, groping her tits.

Both screamed in shock.

Sara immediately sobbed an embarrassed apology and tried to turn away but Marla took her by the arm and gently pulled her into the room.  She took one look at Nick's naked frame and gasped.

"Well Sara, I guess it's time for you to become more involved in the company," Marla giggled as she led her across the room.

As Sara shuffled towards Nick, she tried in vain to pull her skirt down to cover herself, managing to only get it past one hip. 

His magnificent cock swayed with each muscle twitch like a tall pine in the wind.

He reached for her hand and squeezed it tenderly as he pulled her towards him until she was standing between his knees.  His cock leaned against the front of her thighs, just inches from her pussy.

"Have you ever seen anything like this, Sara?" Marla whispered giddily as her own naked body pressed into Sara from behind.

She shook her head no.  Marla told Sara to finish undressing in front of them.  Her nervous fingers fumbled as she unbuttoned her blouse, then unsnapped her bra, letting her beautiful c cup breasts fall free.   Marla unbuttoned and unzipped Sara's skirt, hurriedly yanking them past her hips, crumpling around her feet.  Sara stepped out of her clothes as quickly as they hit the floor, leaving her naked except her heels and drenched panties, which were still pulled to the side of her lips.

Nervous eyes darted back and forth at all of them as she stood naked, like Venus de Milo on exhibit.  Her smoothly shaved pussy could not hide her swollen folds and large clit, and her large hard nipples stood out half an inch.

Marla pressed her tits into Sara's back as she brushed the hair from the side of her face, then ran her hands down Sara's sides, along her shapely hips. Her fingertips circled Sara's perfect young ass cheeks, then followed the crease below her cheeks towards her anus, squeezing and parting her cheeks with firm squeezes.

Sara glanced anxiously at Rose, who was straddling Nick's thigh, rocking her pelvis back and forth on his quad as she faced her. Rose ran her hand up the inner thigh of Sara as she studied Sara's reaction. Her delicate fingers caressed a very excited pussy, making an already very aroused Sara, tremble as her fingers rolled to either side of her clit.  Marla toyed with Sara's asshole as Rose began finger fucking sweet little Sara.  

Nick just smiled and stroked his cock as he watched.

"Sara..." Marla kissed a whisper into Sara's ear.

With fingers still probing her ass and pussy, unable to even answer, Sara looked over her shoulder at Marla.

As Marla kissed Sara's neck below the ear, Sara stared intently at Nick's cock.  "Do you want to touch it Sara? Hmmm?"

"Do you want to be on Santa's naughty list?" Rose chimed in with a wicked snicker.

Sara acknowledged Rose's comment with a naughty smile.  Her hand trembled as her fingertips neared his glistening globe. She had only seen cocks this big in porno movies and in toy shops, never before believing they could really be this size.  As Nick held her wrists, he guided her fingertips across his man slit, smearing cum in circles around his glans.  Sara's lower lip quivered as she felt the power surging through his veins as her hands slid down his shaft.

"I've fantasized about doing this since I first saw you on campus." Sara moaned her confession as she timidly looked him in the eyes.

"Econ 101?" he asked after thinking for a moment.

Sara shook her head yes as both her dainty hands slowly stroked him.

"Hmmm, I thought you looked familiar."

Nick leaned forward and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, biting it gently as his hands circled her slender waist and roamed her body.  His fingers slipped inside her elastic and slowly pulled her panties down, letting them roll along her slender thighs until they fell bunched around her ankles. 

Sara pushed Nick away, bent over and picked them up, teasingly stuffing them partially into her pussy, then dragging them across her tits.  Then she rubbed them up one of his thighs, and used the damp crotch to cradle his testicles, before wrapping it around his cock.  She slid her silky panties up and down his cock, forcing fluid from his slit, which she soaked up into the crotch.

"For later," she smiled timidly as she touched them to the tip of her tongue.

Sara's long nails traced his bulging veins from end to end.  She circled the base of his cock with both hands, massaging his scrotum with her thumbs as she took his tip into her mouth.  Her darting tongue flitted and flickered about as she coated him with her saliva.  Ribbons of spit hung between them like silk threads when she pulled her mouth off of him.   Sarah gave him an evil grin before opening wide and taking well over half his cock down her throat, making Nick moan out a gravely, deep groan.

As Sara sucked cock, she felt one of the women slide under her, fingers pulling her lips wide, then a long lashing tongue licking and sucking at her pussy, which made her blind with pleasure.  A long slender finger, presumably Marla's she thought, pushed inside her asshole as she ground her pussy against the deep probing tongue. Sara's grip on Nick's cock intensified, squeezing it hard as she pumped him harder and faster. 

Feeling each heartbeat coursing through his cock, she knew it wouldn't be much longer before he came so she pulled him from her mouth, holding it with both hands, and rubbed it against her face and lips, and between her tits. 

Nick pushed her hair aside with one hand as he laced his hand into her hair, gripping the back of her head.  Sara knew what was coming next and fear filled her eyes.  She shook her head, NO, as he applied more pressure to the back of her head and once again, pushed his cock into her throat.  She resisted, but only momentarily as his cock pushed deeper.   

Sara stroked with both hands as fast as she could, writhing and rubbing her tits on his thighs as she sucked.  Somewhere in the recesses of her mind, Sara heard Rose tell Marla it was her turn to eat Sara's pussy.  Rose slid under Sara and Marla turned to 69 Rose, leaving Sara and Marla's writhing asses grinding against each other as Rose took turns licking one and fingering the other.  

Nick was nearing another orgasm and ordered Sara to look him in the eyes as he unloaded in her mouth.  She obediently did as told and held his cock mere inches from her open mouth as she pumped the life from him. The intensity of his orgasm surprised them both and it ejected with great force, filling her open mouth, covering her lips and face. What she didn't swallow, poured from her mouth onto Rose's forehead below.  Her body trembled as Rose brought her and Marla to an orgasm at the same time.

Nick stroked his oozing cock and told Sara to turn around.  Obediently, she turned and he pulled her towards him.  She straddled his leg and braced herself with both hands on his knees as he slipped his middle finger in her from behind.  His long finger filled her tight little pussy snugly.  He worked her pussy deep and fast, and she came again quickly, oozing milky white cum. 

He smacked her ass with an open palm and told her to spread her cheeks.  She protested briefly, but did it anyway.  Sara's tight little asshole was no stranger to penetration.  She owned a a big fat ten-inch, black dildo she used occasionally.   But what Nick was going to use on her was no ordinary cock.

Nick used his thumbs to part her ass cheeks and leaned forward, licking her bung hole with that long tongue of his.  Sara squirmed and bucked wildly as the intense sensation overpowered her.

Marla and Rose laid in a 69 position at Nick's feet, licking, fingering and sucking each other while Nick ass fucked Sara for several minutes before he finally came in her.  She dripped like a leaking faucet when she stood up.

Writhing in pain and pleasure, Sara slumped back onto Nick, feeling his semi-erect cock twitching between them and begged, "NO MORE!"

Somehow, Nick managed to cuddle all three of them on his lap.  The sweet scent of their sex filled the air.

"Shower time," an exhausted Marla finely muttered, "c'mon."

The shower was refreshing and titillating as they took turns washing each other, but there was no more fucking or masturbating.  They dressed, made some drinks and took seats in front of Marla's desk. 

Nick looked first at Rose, then at youthful Sara, then at a sexually exhausted but radiant Marla, "Is this what you mean when you say most of your clients are, very demanding?"

Before Marla could answer, Rose blurted out, "OH SHIIIIIT!!!  We didn't take any measurements."