Chapter 14
The next day everything was made ready for the big celebration. The chefs in the Blackhawk kitchen had been busy for hours on end, fixing huge silver containers of gourmet foods. And when it was ready to be served to the salesmen, it was a huge job, just transporting it all up to the fortieth floor. Once, it was accomplished, the liquor was served to everyone, and the big party had begun.
Then, the panties and bras were put on display, as were the models. The men ogled them excitedly, but it wasn't until Charlie Nolan had departed, that Dale Dorman made his announcement, "Men, in the interests of letting you salesmen know how vital it is that 'See-Through Lingerie Company' has a product that surpasses all other lingerie lines, I invite you to visit the little ladies in their bedrooms. Two or three men to a room, and you may do anything you wish, as long as you don't hurt the young ladies. Enjoy yourselves."
The action proceeded, as the men scrambled into the bedrooms, no man making a fuss about which model he wanted to get involved with as each model was a knockout in her own right. Then, for the second round in the sex carnival, the colored lights began flashing, the stereo system began its sensuous African drumbeat, and the party began. The men marched out to the room where the sales conference had been conducted. Brightly colored beach towels were spread in a huge circle, and the men were now directed by June Vincent as to what they should do.
"The purpose of this circle, men is for you to enjoy a real treat. This is our famous 'Sucking Circle', and the men will wait until a girl's hot mouth is available to take care of you. We have over forty men, and only twenty girls, so what we've arranged is simply this. While the girl is sucking one man's prick, the second man is eating her pussy. In this way, everybody will get some sucking."
Drinks were again served, to make sure the men were all bombed out of their minds while they carried on. And then the girls started going down on the circle of penises displayed before them.
"Suck that cock," a black man ordered Betty, as she let her blonde hair fall on her naked shoulders. The contrast between her very white skin and the black man's coal-black skin was interesting. She let her mouth slide the length of his penis, and he got so excited his body was vibrating in passion. And then another man went down on her vagina. This made a threesome complete.
June Vincent went down on a young, athletic young man. He liked to talk dirty, and June didn't know whether to clobber him or suck him.
"Eat my dirty dick," he bellowed, and then she went down on him in the sex-slave status, he delighted in assigning her. "Eat it up-go ahead-eat my dong," he demanded. The hot juices began flowing through her as she got turned on with all the action.
Dale Dorman was proud of himself, as he looked at the circle of naked bodies, the men all enjoying themselves so much having the girls suck on their penises. And, the men who enjoyed eating pussy, had this opportunity presented to them by a knockout of a model.
The African drumbeats did add to the action. Then, he watched the black man telling Betty all he expected, "Baby doll-eat my black ass out-go ahead, lick it."
Betty pulled her mouth off his licorice stick long enough to lick around his quivering black anus. It excited him so much, she decided to stiffen her tongue and jab it up there. Now, her hand gripped his penis, and she began pumping the long, black rod.
"Oh, yes, white girl, lick my ass out, lick it!"
As she proceeded to rim and jerk,, a couple other men who were watching the action wanted the same thing. And so Betty had started something.
As the men raised up, the girls would bury their young faces in their behind, and let their tongues flip out, and lick around the anus. Then, they'd stiffen it-just as they gripped on the penis and pulled it hastily back and forth-and then the tongue would plunge up the tight anus at the same time.
"Rim me," one man told a model, "Rim my hot ass! Ohhh, yes, woman-rim and jerk me!"
Dale was indeed delighted that all had gone off so well. He couldn't have asked for better participation. Only two men had blown the scene, saying something about how disgusting it was and declaring they'd never order from that dirty company again.
But Dale didn't care what they said. He knew that the other men would order so many he'd have nothing really to worry about.
"Suck those cocks," he called out, and he reached down to pull on his own penis dangling between his legs. He had to admit it was a stimulating sight that excited him.
"Eat those cunts-don't they taste good," he chuckled. One by one, the men got their rocks off-and the girls gushed into the men's mouths.
Then, it was time for Betty and Debbie to do their thing. A blue light bathed a small bed placed in the center of the room, and the two girls walked hand in hand to it. Then, Debbie donned her double dildo. The men laughed, and joked about it, but as they watched Betty spread her luscious legs, and Debbie straddled her, they quieted.
There was something very erotic and sensual about the idea of two gorgeous chicks making it. As their breasts crushed against each other, each dildo eased up its respective hole; the plastic prick aimed at the vagina sliding in, and the other one aiming at the anus. As both penises stabbed away, the men applauded. Betty's hands went down to play with Debbie's buttocks, and the act went on.
"Fuck her good, peckerwood," one man in the audience cried out, and the rest of the crowd cracked up laughing. But, the two girls who were going to town in their sex carnival performance didn't pay any attention to anybody.
They were too far gone in their hot passion for each other.
"Give it to me, fucker," Betty demanded hotly, and then Debbie looking at her intensely, just the way a man looks at a woman when he is eager to drive his penis up her, rammed it up her hot holes.
June Vincent came out, and announced, "The anal trip is one of the best sex trips of all. And now, our lovely models are ready to accommodate each of you."
The girls got on all fours at this point, and the men mounted them. One man had to wait, but as June explained, "The man who is second in line will be lucky. He will be able to slide in smoothly in a cum-slick ass-hole."
This brought a round of laughter. But, the men didn't laugh for long, as they busied themselves getting ready to give the girls an ass-fuck.
It was a strange spectacle; two gorgeous girls going at it on a center bed, with two plastic pricks driving up the vagina, up the anus of sexy blonde Betty. And all around the former sucking circle, girls on all fours, with men mounting them. To make it easier, tubes of lubricant were passed out so that the men could apply some of the sticky substance to the surfaces of their penises, thus making anal entrance much easier.
Once they'd gotten their penises up to the tight anal entrance, it was necessary to give a hard, thrusting drive.
"Fuck-fuck-fuck it," the men said to the women before them. And as their penises slid in and out of the girl's tight anal channels, the men behind them who had to wait-got so hot they had to pump on their penises.
The lights continued to swing about, giving an eerie but erotic light to the room, and the sexy music continued, all adding to the atmosphere. But, the two girls in the center of the room gave an especially titillating performance.
"Go to it-and fuck!" one man gasped, as he shoved his prick up a model's tight anus. "Yes, yes, let me shove it all the way up there, baby-bend over."
This model felt as though she was being split in half. She strongly resented the huge thing driving up her, but she'd made her deal, and she had to go through with it, but she vowed never again.
As the man drove it in to the hilt, he suddenly shot his load inside her. His balls bounced on her buttocks, and he grunted, "Ohhh, ahhh, yes-yes, that's it-fuck-fuck-fuck it!"
The wild fuck was over for him, but the next man now wanted entrance. The model felt like getting up and running out. But, she knew she wouldn't get far. Their lustful desires would force them to follow her, and stab her with their cocks. If it wasn't in one hole, it would be the other, would this passion never end ? But, as the second man stabbed her behind, she suddenly felt it sliding in smoothly. She realized then that the first man loosened her, and the hot cum had made it super-slick.
The two girls at the center of the room, finally made it, and they came, making plenty out of it to call attention to their wild sex act, just as June had told them to.
But, there were still quite a few fucks to go around the anal circle. So, the girls just fondled and stroked each other until each man had finished.
Then, a small pony was paraded into the room, and the men broke up laughing. Even those who hadn't finished screwing ass, flipped-out when they caught sight of this.
Suddenly, June Vincent felt hot all over. Even though both men had finished fucking her up the ass, she knew she had one more fuck to go.
Dale had deliberately not mentioned anything about a pony, but the rage that had registered on his face when he caught her making it with another woman told the story. Now, he was getting even. He got up and announced, "That beautiful model Miss June Vincent will perform with our pony."
There was a hefty applause, and June's face reddened in embarrassment. She had to set an example for the other models, and she didn't dare defy the boss. She walked over to the pony, and positioned herself so the animal could make it with her. The pony trainer gave her a couple instructions, and then its giant-size penis began sliding in her vagina. For an awful second, June felt she would faint. But, she knew she must go on, no matter what. The pony was enjoying himself. He looked around the room, and the men applauded his performance.
But, June was outraged. While it was a unique sex act, and June almost wished she'd thought of it herself, she wished it had been another and not herself. There, he was-Dale Dorman, deriving his kicks out of the pony's performance.
The animal thrust his penis smoothly in and out of her, and when it neared the point of climax, June shuddered. She couldn't help but wonder how much cum the creature could unload in her vagina.
She didn't have to look to find out, for a moment later, the pony got his rocks off.
"Ohhhhh, ahhhhh, he's coming, he's coming," she stammered, and the men applauded her achievement. But, June wasn't applauding herself. She was crying inside, and wishing she could kill Dale Dorman.
As the pony pulled out of her vagina, and the animal trainer led him away, she took a big bow, and threw kisses at the naked men and women, as she darted back to her bedroom, away from the swinging arc lights, away from the fertility drumbeats, and now she could be by herself.
Then, Dale Dorman stepped in a moment later. He knew she was so angry she could kill him, and this was just the time he chose to demand sex.
"Come on, baby," he smiled bounding over to the bed, and throwing his buttocks up in the air, wrapping his arms tightly around his knees.
"What do you want?" she demanded, as tears rolled down her cheeks.
"What do you think?" he smiled, sticking his tongue out and wiggling it, "I want my ass licked-go ahead, get down there and service me."
Now, she was torn between risking offending him or doing what he demanded.
"Don't keep me waiting, lover," he smiled, "I'm hot!" He was alright, and apparently the pony performance had stimulated him as much as it disgusted her. Reluctantly, she went over to the bed, and got between his legs. His hands gripping his knees tightly, made it easy for her to find access to his anus. She got her face even with his buttocks, and then her tongue slipped out and she started licking.
Now, she stiffened her tongue and stabbed his ass-hole. He quivered with delight as she tongue-fucked him.
"Oh, baby, that's beautiful," he gasped, "Ohhh, yes-massage the balls-that's it, lover
-keep it up!"
The hot stimulation continued as June realized she'd have to service him until he climaxed. Finally he let his hands release his knees, and his legs spread out, his thighs embracing her.
"Thata' girl," he panted, "Now, suck my prick!"
June gripped his penis, and as she slowly sucked it into her mouth, she had the sudden urge to bite, and bite down hard. But, when she gave it a second thought she realized she'd be biting the prick that feeds her in more ways than one, and thought better of it.
"Ohhh, yes, that's it, pony fucker," he teased, "Suck my prick off."
Now, she was getting burned up.
"Got a nice load in my balls for you, baby," he panted, "That's it! Suck my cock off. Ohhhh, ahhh, yes, yes, suck that cock. Come on, girl-suck it off!"
The hot sperm was ready to shoot, and June massaged his balls effectively at this strategic moment.
"Now, now, suck it off," he demanded, and the hot cum flashed through his penis into her mouth. She always did like the salty-sweet taste of his pecker, and she enjoyed his juice.
"Ahhh, ohhh, yes, baby, yes, get it all out," he begged her as his hands went down to her head, and he held her in place.
Finally, he freed her, and she slid her mouth off his penis. If she could just control her temper and not say what she thought was wrong, then she might succeed in obtaining the money from him, and then she could split.
As he lay there, enjoying the satisfaction she'd given him, he quietly informed her, "Honey, that New York trip is off-"
"I thought it would be," she said sullenly.
"No, it's not what you're thinking," he hedged, "I've got so many panty and bra orders to fulfill I just don't have one minute to spare."
"But you promised."
"Things were different then-"
"In what way?" she demanded.
"In many ways," he smiled, "I don't think we should ever get serious like that. It could wreck all the fun we have out of living as we do."
"Was it related to your finding me having sex with another woman?"
Dale laughed. "Do you think I'm some kind of a prude?"
"I really don't know," June said quietly, "It's a funny thing how people look at sex."
"Oh, I don't know," he chuckled.
"Take me and the pony tonight," June said, "I made up my mind after I finished giving the animal his kicks."
"What did you decide?" Dale smiled.
"I decided I had had just about enough of this crap. I can find some other kind of work, you know."
"like a topless and bottomless performer?"
"What's wrong with that?"
"Did I say anything was wrong with it?" he snapped.
"All I want is my money and I'm staying in Chicago," June said, "You never intended to buy me that mink, did you?"
Dale didn't answer.
"Did you?"
Sullenly, he shook his head, "No, I guess not. How much do I owe you now?"
"For my part in blackmailing your boss, I should get about half, don't you think?"
"No, I don't think that would be fair to me," Dale said tightly. "I had to execute the plan, and you sat back and watched."
"Alright, just give me five grand and forget that I ever lived."
As Dale went over to his wallet, he took out a check and wrote it for her.
"Should I say goodbye or au revoir?"
"I don't know what you do say when you give someone the shaft," June admitted.
"You say shove it," Dale smiled, as she walked out of the room, out of his life.
Then, he set about getting the girls organized for the flight home the following day. The girls were laughing, and joking and he was a bit embarrassed to have to tell them.
"Girls, June isn't going to be with us on our way back. She found Chicago appealed to her, I guess she-likes the lake or something." The girls looked at each other knowingly. And then, it was over.
A couple hours later they were on the flight back to the home office, and as Dale Dorman watched the windy city fade below them, he thought of June. Perhaps, he had been too brutal in planting the pony, but hell, he thought to himself-if she'll carry on with, a couple of chicks like that, she should be able to do anything. And then, he thought-I've got to forget screwing, and think of the business.
"Mr. Nolan welcomed him back, "We've had wires, and letters from the mid-western wholesalers, and they're buying our panties, and bras like crazy. What did you do that turned them on?"
"Thank a girl and a pony," Dale said, glancing out the window, realizing June couldn't share his excitement over the successful sales trip anymore.
"You know I've got to apologize to you," Mr. Nolan admitted, "I shouldn't have tried to double cross you on that little deal about the pictures we had."
"That's alright," Dale smiled, extending his hand in friendly greeting.
Both men shook hands, and then Charlie Nolan raised an eyebrow, "Say, you don't have any more copies of those pictures, do you?"
Dale Dorman nodded, and smiled.
"I was afraid of that," Nolan chuckled, "Well, we won't worry about that. You're a good man, and an asset to our entire lingerie organization. I was thinking about something new-scented lingerie-we could make a deal with the major perfume companies, and they could market their bra and panty colognes with your products."
"No way," Dale Dorman said, shaking his head, "We're in the lingerie business, and I think we'll succeed if we stick to the best line of lingerie in the market. If was veer into other directions, we might lose our steam."
Nolan walked back to his desk, and then he turned around thoughtfully.
"I guess you're right."
"Now, that makes me happy."
"I guess I'd better get that phone. My light's been flashing for the last five minutes."
"Hello," Nolan began, "Ohhh, yes-6,000 orders for Chicago-half-moon bras, and the color coordinated panties, why yes."
"I see you are on your way," Dale smiled when it was over. "You've really done a wonderful job."
"Say, wait a minute-let me show you something."
Nolan went to his file cabinet, and pulling out a drawer took out a rolled up series of plans. As he walked back, he displayed these plans on a table.
"You see this?" he beamed.
Dorman nodded.
"That's our number two plant. We're going ahead with it in three months. The bank is looking over the architect's drawings, and they are checking out the cost in their cost-control department. And I'm going to name the plant, the Dorman Building-how about that?"
"That's just great," Dale smiled. "It really is."
The two men chatted a few moments more, and then they separated. Dorman went back to his apartment to tend to some things he'd neglected when he was out of town. And to his great surprise, June was standing at the door.
"What are you doing here?"
"Chicago was too windy," she smiled.
"Come in," Dorman said, opening the door. "Sit down, can I fix you something to drink?"
"I wish you would," June said softly.
Dorman went to the bar, and fixed her a bourbon and seven which he'd learned was her favorite drink. Then, with his scotch and water, he sat down beside her.
"I think a lot of you, Dale," she smiled. "And I just had to come back-"
"Forgive me for the pony bit-I-I don't know what got into me."
"I guess you got jealous when you saw me having sex with the other models."
"Maybe," he admitted.
"And you know what, I'm glad you were jealous because that means you might care something about me."
"Oh, I do," Dale acknowledged, putting his drink down, and wrapping his arms about her, as his lips met hers. "I might even get to love you permanently, after you blow me. I'm real hot."