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Month: November 2012

Undie Factory

My name’s Tom, I am a manager at my Uncles factory, he is called George, aged 56. We make ladies underwear, lingerie, fun wear etc. My Uncle is basically – not a nice man, he takes great delight imposing his power upon others under him; he treats his work force (me included) like shit. Why stay working for him you might ask? I used to have my own business until things went bad, he bailed me out financially and now he holds the mortgage on my house, he owns the car I drive, and I am paying off money I borrowed from him. I dream that one day I will be able to break away, start my own business again but for now I need this job.

Late one Wednesday afternoon he called me into his office. He told me that he had two important buyers coming to see him on Friday, he was going to take them out for a ‘softening up’ dinner, then he intended to show them some of the new range we were currently working on. These guys represented the largest wholesalers in the country, they already dealt with us but if they liked the new range it would be worth a lot of money.

He said he wanted someone to model the range, someone who, as he put it would ‘try their hardest to achieve a big order’, someone who he could trust, and someone who had a lot to lose if the order didn’t happen. He had lost me, why was he telling me all this, what did he want me to do, model the range myself? He must have seen the puzzled look on my face, “I want Julie to model the range,” he said.

Julie is my wife; we have been married for 6 years. She is 28, tall, blonde and up until we got married she used to be a fashion / photographic model, she has still got her gorgeous figure and her sexy looks. When we first met she told me of her past, there was a time when she was short of money and briefly turned to glamour work to earn a living, sometimes posing with other girls and men for hardcore photos, I have some of the XXX magazines she appeared in and although I have never told her, I find them to be a big turn on.

I tried to tell him that Julie does not do modelling work anymore and would not be keen to start again, he looked at me with anger in his eyes, “let me put it this way Tom, if Julie does not do what I want you’re finished here, on the other hand, if she does and we get that order you can forget about the debt you owe me”. He knew I had no option, if I left now I would be ruined, bankrupt. “I will ask her tonight, it will be her decision”, I said.

He was taking great pleasure out of this, “I need to know first thing tomorrow, oh, and one other thing Tom, I almost forgot to say, tell Julie the order will rest with her”. “What are you saying” I asked, “look Tom, if we treat those buyers right the order will be as good as ours and we all benefit, just tell Julie to be nice to them, pamper them a little, indulge in their whims”. I should have hit him there and then but he knew how far to push me, how much I would take, he was expecting me to ask my wife to model lingerie and underwear for a couple of guys and then if need be to offer herself to secure the order, “there is no way Julie will go for it” I said, “why can’t you get a regular agency model?”
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Three Men and a Little Slut

“If you don’t like the idea of me being home late again, you can always come along and help me.” said Mary with a pout.

“You must be kidding!” I responded to my wife, “I’m completely wiped out by the time I finish work, the last thing I want to do is to start helping you with your trade fair exhibition!”

We continued our breakfast in comparative silence; the only words spoken being curt requests to pass the coffee or sugar. This was typical of my wife to spring this on me at the last minute. Apart from anything, I had a busy schedule today with meetings backed right up to 6pm. All I wanted to do later was to eat my dinner and fall asleep in front of the TV. The early meal finished, there followed a quick peck of a kiss as we headed for our respective cars for the arduous journey into work.

As I negotiated the traffic on my way to the office, I half listened to the radio and half thought about how unreasonable I believed Mary had become recently. Since starting her own business six months ago, all she seemed to do was work. Her time at home had become less and less and our sex life was now practically non-existent. The trade exhibition that she was currently involved in was just the icing on the cake! I was certainly feeling more than a little left out, and the fact that we hadn’t had sex in over a month was not helping at all.

The day passed slowly. The meetings were boring and did nothing to help lift my sombre mood. I was working on a report alone in my office at 4pm when I heard a knock on my door. Daniel, my secretary, strode in.

“Mr. Cooper. Your 4:30 has just telephoned to cancel, I’m afraid. He wants to re-schedule for later in the week if that’s ok? I checked your diary and you can do Thursday at 10:00 – Shall I organise that for you?”

I looked up and smiled at Daniel. “Sure Danni, that’s fine.” I watched as she turned to leave. Danni was only twenty three but extremely efficient. She also possessed a killer body and did little to conceal it. Today’s attire was no exception; the short black mini skirt was hardly suitable for the office, but as it afforded my a great view of her long tanned legs and a hint at her tight little butt, so I didn’t really have the heart to tell her not to wear it again!

The blouse was white silk and almost transparent and those wonderful firm tits encased in a half cut bra, bounced and swayed tantalisingly as she walked. Every time I saw her, these days, I seemed to get an erection. Trying to get the vision of Danni’s boobs out of my mind for a moment, I realised that, without my last meeting, I would be able to get away early. I briefly toyed with the idea of asking Danni if she would like to join me for a drink, but then thought better of it. What the hell would she want to be seen out with an old fart like me for? Anyway, I rationalized, If I could finish the report soon, I could get over to the exhibition and help Mary pack up quickly. Maybe there would even be time for a romantic meal at a restaurant before going home, it might put her in the mood for a little loving later on, I thought!
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Pool Players

For everything there is a first time. This story is about the first time my husband, Patrick, and I ever partied with another man. Patrick and I talked about opening our marriage, but until that night, it was just talk. But we knew it was only a matter of time before we went all the way, before we invited another man into our bed, into my pussy!

It happened kind of suddenly. We were out at a club, shooting pool on a Tuesday night. The club was quiet, with a total of about twenty people in the entire place. We played leisurely games of eight ball. I enjoyed teasing Patrick with both my words and my actions. I guess I should explain how I was dressed.

Whenever we go out, I always let him pick out what I’ll wear. I started that for a good reason. If I got a man too interested in me, Patrick couldn’t say it was because of how I dressed, because he picked out what I wore. That night, he selected a black leather skirt, with seven buttons up the back, hose, garters, four inch spikes, (which he always called my fuck-me pumps, and a red satin blouse. No bra, no panties.

I must admit, I did look hot! My 38DD breasts pushed against the satin blouse; my nips were clearly visible. Knowing they were so prominent got me hotter, which made them stick out even more. I started the night with five of the seven skirt buttons fastened, and the blouse was buttoned completely except for the collar. I intended to reveal more skin as the night wore on, but for starters, I wanted to leave a lot to the imagination. This club has three tables, and we were playing at the far end, nearest the rest rooms. The only other game was on the opposite end. As the night wore on, I made trips to the restroom, mostly to adjust my clothing. Each time I came back, there was one less button on my skirt and one less on my blouse still buttoned. By ten that night, I was down to two buttons on my skirt, and three on the blouse.
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