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"So it's settled, George," Louise 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
(Denise and me), and now Louise was taking my entire staff.
Louise smiled at me sweetly. She was one of the six department 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 Louise 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?
Louise 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 Louise 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 Louise's people her news that she would be
joining them soon. Peggy was Louise'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 Louise sort of liked. Peggy hugged her, while the
men just shook her hand without much enthusiasm. Denise was quite
excited though.
Louise 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 Louise
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 Louise'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," Louise 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," Louise 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 Louise'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.
Louise 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."
Louise 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.
Louise 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 Louise 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 Louise 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," Louise 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 Louise, Carolyn and Peggy. That left Denise available to me,
so I kneeled in front of her.
Louise 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 Louise 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 Louise'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
Louise'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?," Louise asked the women. "Well, this next
stage always does it for me.
Louise passed around some cosmetics bags. Each woman picked one of the
guys and started applying makeup to his face. I got Louise. 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," Louise
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," Louise 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 Louise stopped us before it went to far.
At that point all eight of us were aroused, to varying degrees. Louise
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, Louise. 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.
Louise 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 Louise 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.
Louise 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.
Louise 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, Louise 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," Louise asked Denise.
Denise rolled her eyes. "Umm, I think that would be nice," she smiled.
Louise 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. Louise
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 Louise. "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 Louise 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.
Louise 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 Louise party would be. What a company!
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