Katie blushed a little. She could feel a rush of warmth through her pussy as she cupped her boss' breasts in her hands and fondled them. Even though she was amazed at what she was doing, she kneaded them and eventually gave both nipples a firm squeeze.
Cynthia smiled and pinched Katie's nipples. "Look how pretty your nipples look - perky and hard. Not mine. You really have to torment them to get them to look good." Cynthia demonstrated by pinching, pulling and twisting her nipples until they stood up like Katie's. "Damn! I'm getting horny! I'd better stop or I'll be forcing myself on you soon!" She laughed out loud before telling Katie not to worry.
"When you wear a slinky dress like this, Katie, you can't wear anything underneath it. Let me help you slip off your knickers so we can see how you look in it."
Cynthia kneeled in front of Katie as she pulled down the silky smooth panties. "Beautiful!" she exclaimed. "But you'll have to shave off that little wisp of a bush before we leave for the meeting. In the future, I'll take you to the girl who waxes me and she'll get you really smooth."
Cynthia helped Katie put on the dress, took a step back and stared. After shifting her head from side to side, she reached forward and pinched Katie's nipples. "Oh, yeah - now that looks great! Lean forward and let's see if you fall out." Katie did as instructed. "Oh, almost. You'll have to be careful if you must bend over in public. Turn around and let me check out your bum." Katie shifted her position and for fun, wiggled her bum at her boss. "Damn, girl! I may have to take you for real!" Katie giggled and wiggled some more. A moment later she felt the hem of the dress rise and then received a sharp hand smack on her butt cheeks. "You fucking tease! I'll have that arse before the night's over!"
"I have to wait?" Katie asked playfully.
"I'm afraid so," replied Cynthia. "We've got to buy a few more things for you and then head to Castlemaine for our meeting. But as soon as I get a chance..."
Cynthia paid for the dresses, some shoes and a few other accessories and then whisked Katie on to the next store. Within another couple of hours or so, Katie had new luggage, dresses, shoes, lingerie, toiletries - everything she needed for the trip, including a purple Feeldoe®! Once everything was packed, Cynthia handed the keys to Katie and told her it was time to drive to Castlemaine. "Hop into the car and pull the hem of your dress up so the truck drivers can get a peek at your bits. It'll be fun. Go on!"
Katie pulled her dress up around her waist and got into the driver's seat. Turning to Cynthia she said, "Don't you want me to sit on a towel or something? I'd hate to leave a spot on your seat."
"Why? Are you wet, too?"
"Soaked."
Cynthia turned and reached her hand between Katie's thighs. "Let me feel." She easily slid a finger inside Katie's sex and began rubbing Katie's clit with her thumb. "Don't worry about it. I had all the seats treated with a stain repellant." Cynthia pulled her finger out of Katie's pussy and placed it into her own mouth. "You horny slut! Jamie told me you fantasized about being with another woman. Looks like he was right! I'll wait until we get to our hotel in Castlemaine to find out just what all you've been thinking about. But right now, you need to concentrate on driving."
Cynthia turned on the GPS navigator, entered the address of the hotel in Castlemaine and then sat back in her seat with her legs spread and her own dress pulled up. As Katie followed the driving instructions, Cynthia gave more details about the artist they were going to meet, where they'd meet, and what Katie was expected to do. Occasionally, as a big truck would pull up alongside their car, Cynthia would wave at the driver to get his attention and then point at Katie's crotch, or if the truck was on her side, she'd wave and then finger herself. There were several near wrecks as the drivers tried to watch the show and keep driving.
When Katie finally arrived at their destination, Cynthia went to the check in desk, completed the registration form and got the room keys.
"I guess I wasn't clear about how many rooms I wanted. There's only one room available. It'll just give us more time to get to know each other."
The two women handed their luggage to the hotel porter and followed him to the room. When he opened the door, Cynthia walked in first and, seeing only one bed, asked if there was another. There wasn't.
"Well, Katie, it looks like we'll have to share a bed! We'll really be getting to know each other well, Katie, not that another bed would mean we wouldn't. Tell you what. Let's get a shower before we change into our new dresses. I'll even shave your pussy for you!"
Feeling more bold than usual, Katie responded, "Only if you eat me first!"
"Race you to the shower!" exclaimed Cynthia.
Both women quickly undressed and hurried to the shower. Acting like a couple of horny college girls, they exchanged gropes and pinches before Cynthia kneeled, spread Katie's pussy lips and started licking up and down the juice soaked slit, pausing to probe deeper with her tongue and then massaging her clit with a circling motion. After many minutes had passed, Cynthia pushed two fingers inside Katie's sex, rotated her wrist so her palm faced upwards, curled her fingers up and then began slowly stroking her fingers back and forth.
"Oh, fuck!" moaned Katie. "I think you've done this before!"
"Just showing you what I like," replied Cynthia. "Remember it and repeat it, and you'll do well in your new job. But right now, just enjoy it."
Katie enjoyed it. She enjoyed it through multiple orgasms, pressing her boss' face hard against her pussy and rubbing her juice all over Cynthia's face. "You nasty slut!"
"You think that's nasty? Turn around, girl!"
As soon as she turned around, Cynthia spread Katie's butt cheeks wide and pushed her tongue into the puckered rim.
Katie bent forward more, pushing her arse into Cynthia's face. "Eat it, bitch! I'll show you who's the boss." Katie reached back, grabbed Cynthia's hair with both hands and pulled her face tight into her crack. Normally Katie would never do anything like that, but she was enjoying this new sense of power, not to mention the probing of her arse.
Cynthia reached between Katie's thighs and shoved three fingers into her pussy. Katie orgasmed almost immediately. Cynthia responded by pushing another finger inside her pussy, stretching it even more.
Moving her feet a little farther apart and pushing her bum back more, Katie cursed her boss. "You fucking ass wipe!"
As quickly as Katie said that, Cynthia forced her thumb inside Katie's pussy, pushing her hand inside up to her wrist. As she wiggled her fingers inside and rotated her hand back and forth, Katie's body shuddered with another powerful orgasm.
"Fuck! Fuck! Oh, fuck!" Katie yelled over and over. Her body trembling, she leaned against the wall of the shower.
"I thought you'd like that, girl. It was worth burying my tongue in your arse. Next time, you may not be so lucky, but you can count on getting fisted again. That's one of my favorite things to do." Cynthia tickled the walls of Katie's pussy another few seconds before making a fist and slowly withdrawing her hand, stretching Katie even wider. "Time to shave off that bush and then get ready for the meeting."
"You're not stopping now, are you?" asked Katie.
"Don't worry. Later on we'll pick up where we left off. Right now we need to tend to the real business."
After Cynthia expertly removed all of the hair below Katie's waist, both women rinsed off and got out of the shower. As they took turns drying each other, Cynthia gripped Katie's nipples tightly and told her, "I hope you aren't too tired for our meeting. I have a feeling Lesley will want you to do something with her girlfriend."
The two women went about drying and styling their hair, applying their make-up and dressing. Cynthia wore a plain bra but nothing else under her dress. Katie wore nothing at all under hers. It was obvious, the way the dress clung to her body, revealing every subtle curve. Smiling broadly, Cynthia pointed out the rounded outline of the recently fisted pussy. "I ought to give your clit a tug so it'll show, too." She reached under Katie's dress, squeezed her pussy hard and worked her clit u
ntil it protruded like a tiny, erect penis. "Hmmm, pull on your clit and your nipples stand up, too! And try not to get your dress wet, girl."
"After what you just did, I don't know if that's possible," Katie replied. Jokingly, she continued, "Bitch! Just you wait!"
"Yes, I suppose I'll have to wait. It's time to go and meet Lesley. I'll drive this time."
They went out to the car, got in and Cynthia drove away. In just a few minutes they arrived at Lesley's cottage. Once they were both out of the car, they checked each other's appearance. At the door to the cottage, Cynthia gave Katie's nipples a quick squeeze. "I just love the way those stand up! Eat your heart out, Lesley - she's mine!"
Shortly after ringing the doorbell, the door was opened by a totally nude girl. Her nipples were pierced and stretched by decorative metal shields that held the barbells taut. Her clithood piercing was vertically oriented. The silver-colored barbell must've been a 2 gauge and had an even larger ball on the bottom of it. It appeared to press tightly against her clit at all times, causing a steady flow of pussy juice down her thighs. As Cynthia and Katie entered, the nude girl told them Lesley was waiting for them in her studio and to please follow her there. When the girl turned to take them to the studio, they saw a large pony tail protruding from between her butt cheeks, swaying to and fro as she walked. Quietly, Katie and Cynthia pointed at it and poked each other playfully. Cynthia whispered into Katie's ear, "I may have to get one of those for you. I'm not so sure about the huge VCH, though."
When they arrived in the studio, Lesley peered from behind a huge canvas she was working and introduced herself. "Hi there, Cynthia! I'm Lesley. And this little cunt is my girlfriend. Geez, I don't remember her real name. I just call her Sheila because that's what she is. I don't know which of you is Cynthia, sorry. Just talked to a voice on the phone. Do tell."
Cynthia smiled and introduced herself, and then introduced Katie as her personal assistant.
Lesley interrupted saying, "I'll bet she's a very personal assistant! Am I right?" When she stepped out from behind the canvas Cynthia and Katie were surprised to see that the only thing she was wearing was a short, paint splattered T-shirt which revealed a wicked looking devil's face tattoo covering her pussy. It appeared that the devil was sticking out his tongue; the tongue was formed by her labia.
"As a matter of fact, yes, she is," responded Cynthia. "But let's talk about you and your work, and what it's going to take to get you to sign exclusively with my gallery."
"I can tell just by looking at you two that I want to be with you, although I would like to get you to do something for me, just to seal the deal."
"And what would that be, Lesley?"
"As you probably know, I like to work from photos taken of Sheila doing things with other people. I've had her do a lot of things, including getting things shoved inside her pussy. To see how well you know my work, I want you to come up with something new. Something that's never appeared inside her in any of my paintings. If you can do that, not only will I sign an exclusive deal with you, but I'll create the painting with either you or Katie in it, too."
"Seems reasonable. How long do we have to give you the idea?" asked Cynthia.
"If you know my work, it shouldn't take long. Talk it over between yourselves and tell me in another minute or two."
Cynthia looked at Katie. Katie smiled and whispered in her boss' ear, "Has she ever humped somebody's foot?"
Cynthia's eyes suddenly widened. "Fuck, I don't know! I don't think so. It's worth a go. It was your idea, so you tell her."
Katie turned to Lesley and said, "I want you to make Sheila ride one of my feet. I'll lie down on my back so she can kiss and lick both feet, and then when she's ready, she must straddle one of my legs, lower herself onto my foot and fuck herself. I also think it would be fun to do a series starting with the foot worship, riding one, and continuing through eating Cynthia's pussy and arse while she's humping my foot. How do you like that?"
Both Cynthia and Lesley had strangely pleasurable looks on their faces. After a second, Lesley replied, "Damn! I love it! I like the series idea, too. I think I'll add another scene in which I lie down at the other end of you, Katie, so I can get my foot up her arse at the same time she's riding your pussy. Shit - she'll be walking funny for a while, but it's something I've never done and I love the idea." Lesley laughed and then asked, "Katie, have you ever considered being a creative consultant? Mind if I borrow her sometime, Cynthia?"
Cynthia smiled and replied, "We'll have to discuss that sometime. Am I correct in thinking that we have a deal now?"
Lesley, still grinning wickedly, answered, "Oh, hell yeah! The only thing we need to do is schedule the time to do the photos. I'm already booked for the next couple of weeks and I don't think Sheila's ready for foot fucking tonight. I'll have to work on her some to make sure she can stretch open wide enough for that, and that'll probably take a couple of weeks. I'll have to get back to you to setup a time. Is that all right with you?"
Cynthia nodded and then asked, "Is she any good with her tongue?"
"Yes, she is. Why do you ask?"
"As a sign of good faith, I thought it'd be good for you to have her service Katie and me right now."
"Hmmm... good idea! Mind if I fuck her from behind with a strap-on while she's eating you?"
"She's your girl. Do whatever you want! Try using your foot, if you'd like."
Lesley thought about that a moment before telling Sheila to go inside and get the pedicure kit. "I probably ought to make sure I don't cut her with sharp toenails."
When Sheila returned, she kneeled at Lesley's feet and began the trimming, filing and buffing of one foot. Lesley instructed her to hurry and finish one so they could get started. As the pedicure continued, Katie asked, "How long has Sheila had the clit hood piercing? Did it start out at that size?"
Lesley replied, "As soon as we got together, I gave her the VCH. It started out much smaller. I think it was an 18 gauge barbell, or maybe 16. Whatever the standard gauge was. The only problem was that she was constantly playing with it. I tried to keep her from doing it, but nothing really kept her fingers off her clit other than keeping her hands bound behind her back, and that meant she couldn't do everything I wanted of her. So, I tried increasing the thickness and using bigger balls until she didn't need to touch herself to get off. It's a 2 gauge barbell now. With the big ball pressing on her clit, she stays aroused practically all the time. And when I put her in full body restraints and use a vibe on it, she goes wild. I like to do that right before we go out so there's a shiny stream of her juice running down her thighs, and the piercing keeps it flowing. You should see the attention she gets when we walk through a dog park!"
Looking down at her feet, Lesley asked Sheila if she was done yet.
"I think this foot is suitably done," she replied.
"Good! Put away the kit and get ready to make me proud. I want you to treat our guests to the ultimate pussy licking! Who wants to go first?"
Cynthia removed her dress and bra and then sat back on the sofa. Spreading her thighs wide apart, she invited Sheila to make her cum. "Let's see how good you are!"
As Sheila got on her hands and knees and moved into position between Cynthia's thighs, Lesley scooted her chair behind Sheila and started rubbing her toes up and down the already glistening slit. "Oh, this is going to be fun!" she exclaimed. Sheila began licking Cynthia's sex as if nothing else was happening in the room. Katie undressed, sat beside her boss and started fondling Cynthia's breasts.
Sighing heavily, Cynthia told Katie, "Go ahead and treat those things rough! Don't worry about hurting me. Oh, fuck yes!"
While Katie squeezed, twisted and pulled on Cynthia's breasts, Sheila licked and probed Cynthia's pussy and clit, pausing every so often to suck the clit into her mouth or run the edge of her teeth over it. And in the background sat Lesley, stroking her big toe in and out of Sheila's soaked sex. Everything went smoothly until Lesley tried to push more toes inside. Sh
eila gasped as her face was forced into Cynthia's crotch. Lesley continued the pressure, mashing Sheila's face into Cynthia's soaked pussy.
"What the fuck!" yelled Cynthia.
Katie stopped the mangling of Cynthia's breasts and looked behind Sheila. "Oh, god! She's bleeding! What happened?"
Lesley answered, "I think I tried to do too much with that last push. Looks like I ripped her open. Shit! Katie, would you go into the kitchen and get a damp towel, please?"
Katie hurried into the kitchen, grabbed a dish towel, wet it in the sink and then walked back quickly. She handed the towel to Lesley who gently dabbed it against the bloody area. Sheila winced several times as Lesley wiped away the blood.
"I have some work to do now, Sheila, if I want to get that foot fucking series painted," stated Lesley matter of factly.
"There's no rush to do it," responded Cynthia.
"No, no, I want to do it soon. I'll just have to let Sheila's pussy heal a bit before I start stretching it again, and this time I'll go easier on her. Don't worry. She's a tough girl!"
"Maybe we ought to give her a break now," replied Cynthia. "After she's doing better, she can continue where she stopped."
"Okay. Fine. We'll call it a night then. Thank you both for meeting with me, and for coming up with that wonderful idea for the paintings! I'll show you to the door after you're dressed. I'm not too sure Sheila's going to feel like doing any walking right now."
Katie helped get Cynthia dressed, and after Cynthia got Katie's dress on her, Lesley walked them to the front door of her cottage. "I noticed you were having a great time torturing Cynthia's knockers, Katie. Maybe you'd like to work over Sheila's the next time we get together."
Katie smiled and said that sounded like a definite maybe. "Maybe I can do that while she's riding my foot," she said.
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