Subject: Passion Party
Story Codes: F-solo exhib toys
Diary Date: November 1, 2008
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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It's been several months since I last wrote a diary entry. A lot has
happened since then and I debated whether I would ever write again. Then
came the events in this story and I just had to share it with my friends.
It's the first I've written regarding my new job as well, and hopefully
not the last!
Disclaimer: I've always said that my diary is not a reflection of my
everyday life, but rather more like a "highlights reel".
That is especially true with regards to this story. The
reason I wrote about it is because it was something unique,
NOT because it was something that typically happens. I do a
lot of parties and this was the only one where this type of
thing happened as a result.
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 - Working Girl
Chapter 2 - Morning Masturbation Time
Chapter 3 - Modeling at the Party
Chapter 1 - Working Girl
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Something I guess different about is that when I was growing up, unlike
most of my friends I never had a "regular" job working in the mall or
anything like that. Instead, I was the neighborhood babysitter, even
through college. The pay was great and I enjoyed it for the most part.
Sometimes I helped at my dad's office but I don't think that really
counted as "work".
In college, I was lucky to have parents who could pay my private tuition
and expenses so I was never forced to work. I DID do a brief stint of
escorting and bachelor parties, but they were more due to address my
sexual frustrations created by attending a school where sex was forbidden
than to earn money. Those "jobs" didn't last long anyway as I quickly
learned the dangers of such "careers". I was fortunate to get more of a
scare than actually harmed, but I still learned a lesson.
After school I planned to be a teacher but when the job market was too
tight, I tried an office job but quickly learned that wasn't for me and
ended up escorting again. THIS time, however, I went to work for a
professional agency which did NOT allow have sex with clients. I just
flirted and let them grope them a bit but nothing more than that.
Finally I secured a teaching position which was thrilling after preparing
for it for so many years. Unfortunately, I was forced to resign for
reasons which I will not explain here. All I can say is that I won't be
teaching for a few years unless a certain principal has a heart attack
before then!
Losing my teaching job sort of threw me off balance, to say the least.
All my previous "jobs" were simply something to get me by until I got my
teaching credentials and started my teaching career. Thus I really had
no "backup plan" if something should happen where I couldn't teach.
So here I was... 23, unemployed, and no marketable skills (at least as
they are traditionally defined). I had to do SOMETHING so I turned to
the one "skill" that I have - turning on men. This time was different
though. I wasn't looking for something to just get by, I needed a more
long-term solution. My cousin offered to get me in with her agency but I
am not THAT desperate to where I would whore myself out. I've always
said I'm proud to be a slut but I am NOT a whore.
After a lot of thought and debate, rather than returning to escorting
where I had to deal with a single client in a one-on-one basis, I decided
to pursue the things I've enjoyed the most - parties. From the start I
knew I wasn't about to get involved in the type of parties my whore of a
cousin Kristen does. Those type of situations can be fun as a one-time
'experience", but it wasn't anything I wanted to do on a steady basis.
You might say I was willing to be in "R" or "TV-MA" rated situations but
not "XXX".
With my goals established, I started by looking around for people doing
adult- style parties and asking if they needed someone to help. For
example, there are a number of quite legitimate sex-toy distributors that
do home parties, sort of adult Tupperware parties where your typical
"soccer moms" have the opportunity to feel a little naughty in a safe
environment.
What I learned was that there is quite a demand for "models" at these
parties. In addition, people who organize "adult" parties, such as
risque birthday parties, off-site office parties, bachelor parties, etc.,
are also always looking for girls. The problem they face is most girls
who are willing to do such parties are worn-out prostitutes - and look
the part. What they need are reliable girls with that "girl-next-door"
look who won't intimidate their clients while being comfortable in a more
personal environment than your typical strip club.
Over a year ago I met "Wanda" (I know, I don't believe it's her real name
either) at a party. What I remembered the most about her was that she
sold lingerie and toys - and was quite pushy about it. She had been
trying to get me to try some of the oddest shaped dildos one night. Some
were really weird and in the end I just had to tell her I wasn't
interested! After all, at a party where the real thing is readily
available, why bother with something fake?
Now things were different so when it came time to start making contacts,
I called my cousin, got her number and gave Wanda a call. My timing was
perfect as Wanda's regular girl had just quit and she had some parties
coming up for which she needed someone badly.
The first thing Wanda did was refer me to a website for the company she
represented - Passion Parties. Reading it over, I was pleased to find it
was a "legitimate" company that catered strictly to women over eighteen
years old - no men. I couldn't help but chuckle to myself when they
mentioned that they had tried doing "couples" parties but decided to
stick with their "women-only" policy. I could only imagine what had
happened at such parties with guys there as well.
The next day we got together for lunch where she told me all about what
she did and the attributes she was looking for in a model. Wanda must
have been around 35 to 40, not bad looking but a little past her prime.
Watching us sitting together at TGI Friday, you never would've guessed
what was the subject of our conversation. Most likely, people would have
thought us as being just two women out for a typical lunch together. A
couple of times the waiter stopped by without us noticing and I imagine
he must have been curious.
Give my past experience as an escort and stripper, Wanda didn't think I
needed a "rehearsal" or anything, something that made me feel even more
comfortable when considering whether or not I wanted to work for her.
Deep down I guess that I sort of suspected she might be using this as a
front to find younger girls to have sex with. In fact, had she invited
me over to "sample" the merchandise or "practice", I would have probably
turned her down and walked away. My goal was to find work, not a sex
partner.
As we finished out lunch, we both seemed to have reached the same
conclusion about the other and agreed to give things a try. Wanda had a
party scheduled for the upcoming weekend and said she would e-mail me the
directions and time. She asked that I show up about a half-hour before
the party started to do makeup and ensure any lines from my clothing had
time to disappear - something I hadn't considered. With that, we shared
a brief hug and went our separate ways.
With a couple of days to kill before the first party, it gave me plenty
of time to contemplate about what I was getting myself into. Wanda had
told me the upcoming party would be simply a bunch of your typical
neighborhood "soccer moms", generally in their later twenties and
thirties, who would be most likely more intimidated than turned-on by the
party, especially at the start. Most likely their previous parties had
been for Tupperware or some makeup line and this would be the first
"naughty" party most, if not all, of them had ever attended.
If anything, Wanda warned me that my job was to NOT be overly sexy but
instead to make them feel comfortable enough to buy something instead of
just sitting there with wide eyes and open mouths, too embarrassed to
pull out their purses. I found it interesting that the LAST thing Wanda
said she was looking for from me was a sex show. She reminded me this
was NOT a bachelor party, (or rather bachelorette party given the
attendees), but rather a legitimate sales party on which most of her
income depended.
Despite all that Wanda had told me, the was no getting around the fact
that I would be parading around in front of a roomful of women in outfits
that left very little, if anything, to the imagination. I'd looked at
the web site already where I checked out the wide collection of lingerie
as well as an interesting selection of adult toys and accessories. Wanda
had left me with a catalog and I felt a little tingle between my thighs
as I looked at some of the sexy lingerie and imagined wearing it while a
group of moms and wives checked me out.
So many questions started to run through my head. Would they be jealous
of me? Odds were at 23, I probably wouldn't be that much younger than
some of them. Would any of them be turned on, maybe get a little horny
even? How there be any closet lesbian or bi girls and if so, would they
reveal themselves in front of their friends and neighbors? Wanda
mentioned that wine was usually served which helped to get things going
by the end of the party, just in time for them to break out their
checkbooks!
What really stirred my imagination the most was the fact that I'd never
done anything like this before. Whenever I had danced in front of a
group at a party in the past, it was in front of men and my clothes
inevitably came off. Something or another sexual happened, even if
nothing more than a hand-job or perhaps a blowjob. Indeed, that was a
large factor in why I did them in the first place - to satisfy my own
needs and frustrations more so than make money. It was a little ironic
that now that I wanted to do it more for money, I was looking at a
situation where I would NOT be engaged in sex! Even so, while Wanda had
told me to tone down the sexual aspect, but would I be able to control
myself once things got started?
Chapter 2 - Morning Masturbation Time
=====================================
Saturday morning arrived before I knew it and I woke up to the dead
silence of my apartment. Not even the furnace fan was running and if not
for the occasional sound of a car outside in the parking lot, it was like
I was isolated from the world. Twisting over onto my back, I rubbed the
sleep from my eyes and stretched my legs out, pointing my toes toward the
end of the bed while my arms reached for the ceiling far above me.
Despite the cold weather, my covers had been tossed off during the night
as usual, and I felt little goose bumps rise on my exposed skin as I
tried to rouse myself.
Lowering my arms, my hands instinctively fell to my boobs. I cupped
myself, one boob in each hand, as my fingers tightened and lightly
massaged them. The nipples were already somewhat erect from the cold and
I let them slid between my fingers, sending a slight tingle through me.
My thighs pressed together tightly in reaction to signals from my pussy
that it wanted attention and my hands tightened more on my breasts. My
pussy wasn't taking no for an answer so I let my right hand works its way
slowly downward, the fingertips tracing lightly over my bare stomach,
causing me to jerk slightly as it tickled me.
Down my hand went until it reached my pussy - which was badly in need of
a fresh shave. It was like running my fingers over my dad's face in the
morning before he shaved and for just a moment, my rational mind intruded
to remind me that I needed to shave before I left this evening! With the
panties and sort of things I was expecting to be wearing, this was not a
time for me to have anything but a baby-smooth pussy.
My thoughts of shaving quickly disappeared as my clit sent out a little
jolt when my fingertips brushed over it. Damn, I must have been having
quite the erotic dream before waking up as I my pussy was already wet -
not that it was exactly a surprise. As horny as I felt when I woke up,
it would have been shocking NOT to have been soaking wet already.
What is it with mornings anyway? Is it the dreams I have that I don't
remember that leave me feeling like I simply HAVE to have sex from the
moment I wake up? Was it that with my body rested and feeling energized
my natural sexuality just took over and made me horny as hell in the
morning? Whatever the medical or psychological reasoning, mornings have
always been my most naturally horny time of day. Don't get me wrong -
it's not that I don't get horny all the time most of the rest of the day,
it's just that mornings are like dependable like clockwork.
With rare exceptions, I can count on it as something that is always going
to be waiting for me when I awake, waiting for me to regain consciousness
so I can provide for the needs of my body. Of course, the BEST was to
wake up is with a guy's dick already in me, or at least making a best
effort, but that wasn't about to happen when you lived alone in your own
apartment.
My finger slid down from my swelling clit, down between my wet pussy lips
until I felt the opening to my pussy. Resisting the temptation to
immediately press my finger inside, I only pushed hard enough to allow
just the tip to slip in and then I quickly pulled it out, repeating the
process over and over as if I was pumping it with my fingertip. At the
same time, my palm was pressing down on my clit while my left hand
continued to work on my boobs, pulling on my nipples and letting them
snap back. It wasn't anything urgent, at least not yet, just slow and
steady movements that barely caused me to stir on the bed.
As I continued to masturbate, my thoughts wandered from one thing to the
next, never lingering for long on any one thought or fantasy in
particular. It was like I was channel surfing with the remote control,
switching from one channel to another, each time showing something
totally different. One moment I was simply concentrating on how good it
felt to touch myself, then the next I imagined my finger was my dad's
hard dick trying to force itself into me, then a moment later it was my
cousin's tongue teasing my pussy, her ever-present mischievous grin on
her wet face as she looked up at me from between my legs.
A few times I imagined myself at the party I was going to be at later
that night, dancing sensuously in front of a dozen women or so, all them
turned on and touching themselves through their clothes and even under
their skirts behind their white cotton panties. I dreamed that a couple
of them even stripped and got on the table with me, licking me and
masturbating next to me while the others got even more turned on by the
erotic display being played out right in front of them.
Suddenly my finger plunged into my pussy, surprising me as it acted as if
it had a mind of its own. As wet and swollen as I was, it slide into me
easily and was soon followed by a second finger. Now I needed both hands
between my legs so my left hand abandoned my breast and assumed the
duties of rubbing my clit while my right hand fucked my pussy. My feet
were planted flat on the bed with my knees bent, allowing me to raise my
hips up against my hands, eventually bouncing as if I was being fucked by
one lover after another.
My first orgasm of the day struck as I imagined one of my lovers starting
to cum in me, my fingers pushed hard up inside of me as I imagined they
were his stiff dick as it released its load of hot cum deep inside of me.
My groan would have easily been heard all through my hushed apartment as
my orgasm began to fill my body with the most incredible sensations.
How can I really describe an orgasm to a man? It's like trying to
describe a color to blind man. It's sort of like the feeling you get
when a roller coaster goes over the top of the hill and begins to plunge
downward. That momentary feeling you get as your car slides over the
leak and suddenly drops out from under you, except in this situation that
sensation kept going on and on and on. Oh god it felt so damn good! My
left hand manipulated my clit as only a girl can do to herself,
sustaining me on that razor sharp edge where my orgasm peaked, yet
without driving me so far I would have to scream out as it overwhelmed me
or worse, backing off too far to where it subsided before completely
fulfilling me.
It's what I love about masturbation, that ability to know exactly what
you need at each instant, to keep yourself cumming and cumming and
cumming! Thus as much as I love to be licked and touched by other
people, when it comes to making me cum, it's pretty hard to beat my own
two hands - if all I want is to feel good in a purely physical manner.
Overall, however, masturbation can never replace the overall experience
of being fucked. It doesn't matter that no man can make me cum by
touching me as well as I can do it myself, that's not the point when
you're having sex with someone.
Nothing can make me feel as complete as to be fucked by a man. It
doesn't matter that the physical aspect isn't 100% as the emotional side
of sex is 80% of the experience and thus easily outweighs anything I may
"lose" by having someone else playing with my pussy. To sum it up, I
masturbate to make myself feel good but I need sex to feel fulfilled as a
woman.
After what seemed to be an eternity, I finally was so exhausted I had to
stop. My bare ass crashed to the bed and my feet slipped out in front of
me, leaving me lying in bed with both hands firmly cupped over my pussy,
which was throbbing like a finger that had just been smashed - but with
pure bliss instead of pain. Just the steady pressure of my palm against
my crotch was enough to stimulate me at this point and my legs would
periodically jerk involuntarily as a random bolt of sexual electricity
would escape from between my legs.
Exhausted, I was panting, feeling hot and sweaty from my exertions. The
afterglow of my orgasm continued to fill me, keeping my nipples hard and
pointed. I could only imagine how flushed I was, my face and chest most
likely beet red as if I'd just run a marathon. My eyes were shut but I
wasn't about to fall asleep, not in a million years feeling as I did now.
I turned on my side and wedged my hands even tighter into my warm crotch
as my legs curled into a fetal position. My chest felt like it would be
burst as all I could think about was how badly needed to be fucked!. Oh
god, I wanted a stiff dick inside of me SO bad right at that moment. If
my doorbell had rung right then and a guy was outside, I would have run
to the door, thrown it open and all but raped him right in the hallway
where he stood. It didn't matter who it was attached to, if it was hard
and warm, I would have let anyone fuck me at that moment.
Indeed, it was times just like this when I wondered what was keeping me
from letting a guy move in with me. Certainly I had plenty of options
available should I ever lean towards that direction. Imagine how
wonderful it would be right now to have just masturbated while he was
sleeping nude next to me and now that I was as hot and horny as a girl
could be, to turn to him and take his soft dick, sucking on it as he
slept and feeling it grow in my mouth.
Once I had him good and hard, I would mount him, taking him inside of my
hungry pussy as he woke up slowly from a deep sleep, surprised to find
his dick inside of me as I bounced on his stiff rod. Oh my god, what I
would give to do that right now! Later, when my mind was more rational,
I would ask myself if it worth the aggravation of a roommate just to get
laid every morning. Now THAT was a serious question! So far, I just
lived with things as they are.
Had Mother Nature not intruded, I might have laid there all morning,
masturbating for hours. Damn, suddenly I felt the urge to piss so badly!
Reluctantly, I rolled off my bed, quickly threw on a robe, and somehow
made my way to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, God, I looked like a
wreck! My hair was totally disheveled and my face was puffy and covered
with red blotches. All I could do was shake my head and mumble to
myself, thinking maybe it was a good thing I did NOT have a roommate who
would see me looking this way so early in the day. Why is it that in all
the romance movies the girl wakes up with full makeup and her hair
perfect, her breath smelling like mint and not a wrinkle or crease line
anywhere on her anywhere? As sweaty as I was, a shower was definitely in
order this morning.
One of the first things I'd done when I moved in my apartment was to go
out and buy myself a good shower massager. I laughed when I was at the
store looking at them. The aisle should have been labeled, "Girl Toys
for Showers". It's not like anyone is fooled as to the real reason
people buy these things! I mean let's be real - is there ANYONE who
needs all those settings and the flexible hose to simply take a shower?
While I'm on the topic, why not just put on the label, "Includes hose
long enough to reach all those hard-to-get places between your legs."
Perhaps the manufacturers could mark the settings as "instant orgasm",
"slow boil" and "pussy-pounder" while they are at it.
My own shower massager didn't have all that many settings, but plenty for
my needs. I guess they are sort of like dish washers that come with 15
different modes but then most women only use one or maybe two of them.
Mine has the basic hard spray, plus the soft fountain with the pulsating
massage as my usual favorite but that also depended on my mood for the
day.
Today was definitely a "fountain" day. As horny as I was and as
sensitive as my clit was even after having rested for quite a while after
my orgasm, I didn't need anything too heavy in the stimulation
department. The soft spray felt just right against me as I held it a few
inches from my crotch, the hot water flooding over me like the tongue of
a perfect lover, except this one never tired or had to come up for air!
My knees suddenly felt weak and I had to hold myself up by grabbing onto
the bar on the side of the shower as my second orgasm began to boil up
within my inner caldron. It wasn't so much as it seemed to be
concentrated in any one area but rather it was my entire body reacting to
the stimulus between my legs. Every cell in me seemed to working in
unison as my second orgasm of the day ripped through me.
This time it was more like a hammer striking me in the sudden way it
struck me. For a moment I thought I might pass out as my vision narrowed
and I found it hard to breath, like some alien was trying to break out
from inside of me. Even my wet hair seemed to sizzle like it was being
hit with an electric shock. My thighs tightened and my knees buckled as
I dropped to the bathtub matt on my knees, unable to stand anymore.
Despite everything, I never let the flood of water cease against me. It
was like the most incredible lure had been put in front of me and now
that I had taken it hook, line, and sinker I couldn't release myself from
it. It was like I had grabbed an electric cord and was unable to let go
once my body was wracked with the jolt of electricity.
Finally the shower massager simply dropped from my hands, spraying water
everywhere as I struggled to run off the water before it made a mess of
the entire bathroom. My legs were so weak that it took every bit of
willpower I could muster just to stand up and get out of the bathtub on
my own. Feeling myself about to collapse, I sat down on the toilet seat,
my elbows on my knees as I leaned forward and just closed my eyes, my
pussy still throbbing and pulsating uncontrollably. Damn, I must have
REALLY been horny this morning to have cum this hard twice - before I'd
even brushed my teeth!
Eventually things calmed down and I was able to attend to the rest of my
morning toiletry duties. I didn't bother with makeup yet as I wasn't
planning to go anywhere and I would just have to redo it anyway before I
went out tonight. Grabbing clean a t-shirt from the second drawer of my
dresser, I pulled it over me until it was just covering over my bare ass.
Like the makeup, a pair of panties or a thong was just unnecessary
claptrap when it came to hanging around the apartment. A terry robe was
hung over the back of a chair by the door that I could throw over me
should anyone come to the door but that almost never happened.
Not surprisingly, I guess, most people who write me tell me that I should
run around naked but what is the sense in that? Maybe it's because I
never did such a thing growing up so why start now. Besides, it just
seems more hygienic to be wearing at least SOMETHING around the
apartment.
Looking at the clock next to my bed, I was shocked to see that it was
almost noon already. Damn, how time flies when you're having fun! With
nothing else planned for the day, I spent the afternoon catching up on
some movies and shows I'd taped during the week on my DVR, caught up on a
few e-mails, and even chatted a little bit. The chatting part didn't
last long as I quickly tired of the constant barrage of perverts who
wanted me to cyber with them and give them a free nude cam show. E-mail
is easier for me than chatting as I can just hit delete or spam and don't
waste any time with the people who have nothing to say and seem to think
I exist to be their personal source of amusement.
After some leftovers it was time to get ready for the party. Wanda had
told me to dress casual - if anything to NOT dress slutty so as not to
draw attention to myself as I went into the house from the street.
Apparently she didn't want the neighbors to think some hooker was coming
to the party!
Keeping it simple, I just threw on some jeans and a sweatshirt along with
a pair of warm boots. The heavy sweatshirt was loose and felt good
rubbing on my bare nipples while the jeans were just tight enough to
stimulate me if I crossed my legs without making too much of a camel toe
in the process. My freshly shaved pussy felt smooth against the denim
and for a moment it was tempting to take them off but I had a schedule to
keep and there would be plenty of time when I got back home to do that.
Chapter 3 - Modeling at the Party
=================================
It was only a few miles to the address Wanda had given me. The house was
in a neighborhood I'd never been in before, nothing TOO outrageous but
still some very nice homes. I parked a few doors down to leave room for
the women who would be arriving soon and knocked on the front door,
ignoring the doorbell for some reason or another. A sharply dressed
blonde woman who looked to be in her mid-thirties answered the door.
"Hi!" she greeted me warmly, "You must be Kelly, Wanda's model? Come on
in and get out of the cold. I'm Barbara but you can call me Barb."
Feeling suddenly a little apprehensive, I just smiled and responded with
some automatic reply. God, what was with me anyway? There was really
nothing to be up-tight over. Sheesh, compared to some of the parties I'd
done in the past, this should be a piece of cake! Yet for whatever
reason I was feeling like a girl on her first date!
Barbara took my coat and then led me upstairs to what seemed to be the
master bedroom where I found Wanda already there, laying out her wares.
The bed was covered with various shapes and colors of dildos and
vibrators. A clothing rack was set up with an array of lingerie hanging
from it. None of it looked like much of what you see at Macy's, that was
for sure. Wanda looked up, saw it was me, and came over to give me a
quick hug while Barbara quickly left to tend to her party preparations.
"Hey girl, you're looking good tonight," she greeted me, "Why don't you
get undressed? There's a robe over there you can put on."
She turned back to her things and I wasn't sure she even heard my quiet
"OK" or something to that affect. There wasn't anything else to say or
do so I quickly stripped down, laying my clothes over a chair in the
corner of the room. Wanda hardly even glanced at me as I stood there
naked for a moment before wrapping the robe around me. I guess you could
call it a robe, that is. It was barely long enough to cover my ass and
only did that if I was standing straight up. Oh well, I guess it wasn't
going to be on me too much anyway.
"Hmmm, you're just a little taller than I had thought," Barbara mused as
her eyes evidently judged my height from how far the robe covered my
butt. "I never did ask you your sizes but there shouldn't be a problem.
Most of this stuff claims to be "one size fits all" and besides, I don't
think anyone's going to notice if they are too small or tight anyway?"
she laughed.
(Mental note to Kelly - check out health club memberships, the nice lady
more or less implied you were a little heavy!)
"OK, so here's how it goes.... I've hung up the outfits in the order
we'll be showing them along with a picture of the toys associated with
that outfit, if there is one. All you have to do it change into the
outfit, bring down the toy, and model it in front of them. Remember, no
table dancing or anything too overt, just work the room like you were
modeling swimwear or something."
"Ummmmm," I hesitated, not sure how to ask the question but finally
deciding just to get it out and over with, "How do you want me to model?
I mean, do I leave the outfits on, take them off, open anything up, you
know what I mean?"
Wanda immediately shook her head as she replied. "Oh no, nothing like
that. Just leave everything in place and turn around and let them see
how it looks on you. Don't bend over or anything slutty like that. It's
just a bunch of neighbor women, not a group of horny men. The idea is to
let them see what the outfit looks like on a real girl instead of some
Victoria Secret model."
Something about that last comment could have hit me wrong but I let it
slide. After all, I would be the first to admit that if there was one
thing I did NOT have, it was a body that would model for something like
Victoria Secret. At the same time, what girl likes to hear someone
TELLING her that!
"OK, that's cool... so what do I do with the toys? Do you want me to
actually use them?"
"Oh heavens no!" she gasped, shaking her head furiously, "Nothing like
that at all. Don't put anything inside your panties, not even your hand,
and NOTHING goes inside of you - is that clear? I mean, you can rub
yourself THROUGH the panties a bit, but don't get carried away. Crap,
the LAST thing I want is for you to start masturbating in front of them -
got it?"
I guess that I knew that was what she would say that but I wanted to hear
it anyway just in case. In a way, it was a little disappointing. Can
you b lame me for wondering what some up-tight soccer mom with a little
too much wine might do if I actually DID masturbate right in front of
her?
By now I had the first outfit on. It was a simple stretch white lace and
chiffon baby doll with a matching thong. Actually, it covered me a lot
more than most of my swim suits did - or any other girl's suit at the
pool these days. Unfortunately, my summer tan was pretty much gone or
else I think it would have looked even better on me. The top was fairly
opaque and hid the color of my nipples, while allowing them to poke
through. From there down, it was sheer which allowed the thong to be
clearly visible. It was also more conservative than most I'd worn,
covering me completely in front and even part of my ass in back.
Evidently Wanda didn't want to start with anything TOO wild, maybe to
give the women time to down a few drinks and get more comfortable and
relaxed.
"Looking good girl," Wanda commented, nodding her approval. "OK... I
have to go get things set up downstairs so you can just wait up here.
Someone will come get you when you're needed."
With that she grabbed a few things and then left, closing the bedroom
door behind her. In the silence I could hear people gathering downstairs
and wondered how many women there would be. I wondered what Barbara's
husband was doing tonight. There was a large portrait of them on the
wall and various photos of them and their kids on the dresser and
nightstand next to the bed. Indeed, they made a good-looking pair with
the standard son and daughter who poked to be maybe six to eight years
old. It was a pretty safe bet the kids didn't know what mommy was doing
tonight but at the same time I would have also bet that her hubby
wouldn't have minded staying home tonight!
For a brief moment a fantasy of him coming into the bedroom, not knowing
I was waiting in there, came to mind but the door remained closed as I
sat on the edge of bed and looked over the various toys.
Most of the toys I'd seen on the website or in the catalog. A few were
even in mom's personal collection. Dang, some of them had better have
instruction books as they actually appeared quite complicated! I picked
up a couple of vibrators and checked them out to see if they worked. The
loud buzzing confirmed they were operational and while I was tempted
briefly to give a few a try, the last thing I needed was to be in the
middle of masturbating when Wanda was ready for me to model for her! My
mind was distracted such that when the door to the bedroom suddenly
opened, I jumped like a kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar. I
turned to see Barbara smiling at me.
"I guess we're ready for you dear," she said, her eyes widening as she
saw me more clearly, "My, you look really nice on that outfit."
I grinned and shrugged my shoulders as if it was nothing and followed her
down the stairs, being careful not to stumble in the process. Four-inch
heels may not be that big a deal for some girls, but trying to walk down
a flight of wooden stairs in them would challenge most women I think,
especially when your mind is so distracted. Still, I made it down
without killing myself and stepped into the living room.
"And hereeeeeeee she is!" Barbara announced as we entered the room.
I immediately noticed the curtains had all been pulled shut so at least I
wouldn't be putting on a show for the whole neighborhood. My eyes
quickly took in the scene. First, there weren't as many people as I was
expecting, only six women besides Wanda and Barbara. Wanda had mentioned
more like a dozen were expected so evidently a few either couldn't make
it or had second doubts about coming. They were spread out around the
room with three on the couch, two on a love seat, another on an
overstuffed chair with Barbara taking another chair. Wanda had a small
table set up with a silk tablecloth covering it and various toys laid out
like some sort of garage sale. She was dressed quite conservatively in a
pant suit with a scarf and lots of gold jewelry - more than I cared for.
"OK girls, I want you all to meet my new model Kelly. This is her first
time working for me so be nice!"
It was an interesting mix of reactions. All of the women looked roughly
to be around the same age, maybe within a range of late twenties to mid-
thirties. A quick glance at their hands told me they were all married
but one and interestingly, she looked to be the oldest. They were
dressed casually, nothing special, mostly jeans and pants although a
couple had skirts which more than covered their knees. None of them
appeared to be trying to send any sort of "message" that they might be
looking for anything sexual, if anything quite the opposite. Heck, if it
wasn't for Wanda and her merchandise, I could have been at an Avon party
or something!
I did my best to smile and be sociable as I stepped into the room in
nothing but heels and lingerie. I walked around, turning slowly and
getting within a foot or two of each of them. It was like a school dance
back in seventh grade where the boys and girls were looking at each other
but neither would come close to the other. To be honest, it wasn't a
turn-on for me and if anything, I felt a little out of place.
Wanda described the outfit, the various options and colors and a quick
mention of the price which made me gasp before I caught myself. God, I
hadn't realized her prices were so high! Well, I guess they would be
paying not just for the lingerie but for the party and show as well.
After she was done she made a comment about me going to get the next
outfit on, which I took as a hint to leave and change.
Back in the bedroom, I sucked in a deep breath, puffed my cheeks, and
then exhaled long and slow, hoping that nobody could hear me. Damn, this
was like nothing I had ever done before. Normally, when I wore such an
outfit, I had to fight off the groping hands from the crowd while
listening to obscene comments about me and what they wanted to do to me.
To be honest, at this moment I think I would have preferred the leering
men to the funeral-like silence that had greeted me with the first
outfit. I was just praying that I wasn't disappointing Wanda.
The second outfit was a satin soft cup slip with lace trim on bust. It
featured a ruffled satin hem and included a matching thong. The slip was
dark and so sheer that for all practical purposes I was nude. The thong
didn't hide a thing, leaving my ass bare and on full display as the back
narrowed between my cheeks into this thin strip. This time the outfit
has a picture attached for what it called a "Rabbit". The catalog photo
included a description which read:
"Rotating pearls stimulate the vaginal opening and the handy multi-
speed control allows you to select the intensity of the vibrating,
tickling ears. Let your Rabbit lead you to orgasmic bliss. 7 1/4"
length, 1 1/2" diameter. Three C batteries required."
With that much battery power, the battery pack it was a little heavy and
I bet the cord was a pain in the neck but it wasn't like I had to
actually USE the thing. Compared to the other toys on the bed, it was
average sized and fairly plain. Evidently Wanda wanted to start off
simple.
Once I was ready I assumed that I should head back downstairs so off I
went. This time I got a little more reaction from the peanut gallery.
Several of them gasped noticeably and all eyes were fixed on me as I
walked in slowly - strutted in might be a better description. It was
then they noticed I was holding something in my hand and several little
giggles could heard easily. Wanda went into her routine, describing the
outfit and then she commented on what was in my hand.
"You may have noticed, girls, that this time Kelly had brought with her a
simple, but effective toy. Nothing fancy but just the thing for those
nights when you just need a little pick-me up... right Kelly?"
She looked at me expectedly and I was wondering exactly what she was
expecting me to do. Well, evidently more than just holding it so I stood
off to the side where they all could see me started to rub myself with
the tip of it through the sheer panties. I looked at Wanda and she just
smiled at me, nodding slightly to show me her approval.
The other women varied in the responses. A couple of them couldn't look
my way and seemed to have a sudden fixation on one of the paintings on
the opposite wall. A couple of others were watching me but yet at the
same time, trying to appear as if they weren't REALLY watching. The rest
seemed interested in what I was doing, some of them even glancing back
and forth at each other like little girls in school sharing a dirty
little secret.
The tip of the dildo was pressed against my pussy but it wasn't anything
like what I'd felt earlier in the morning when my finger first touched me
after I woke up. Sure it felt good, but nothing that was going to set me
off, that was for sure.
My next outfit was more elaborate, a three piece set. It consisted of a
floral tapestry underwire bra with adjustable straps and lace trim and
hook and eye back closure. The waist cincher had boning and Velcro
closure with a satin bow. As with most of the outfits, a matching bottom
was included - this time a g- string that left absolutely nothing to the
imagination.
Along with it Wanda had paired a "Jelly Osaki". The description read,
"Caution! This kind of dual action is very addictive. Enjoy double
pleasure as the vibrating shaft rotates deep inside and the exquisite
tongue teases your clitoris. You control each feature and your orgasm.
8" length, 1-3/8" diameter. Three AA batteries required." It looked
interesting but I had taken longer than before to get ready so I hurried
downstairs.
By now the girls had been through their first glass of wine - or two in
some cases it appeared. Inhibitions were starting to break down and they
talked more as I displayed the outfit for them. Most of it was teasing
each other about how their husbands would love to see them in the outfit
or how the toy would feel when their husband was away on business, that
sort of thing. None of the comments were about me in particular. They
all giggled like school girls when I turned it on and the tip of the toy
spun around like some nasty alien cock.
As the night wore on, everyone became more comfortable and I went through
maybe another dozen outfits or so. There was a satin and lace underwire
bra w/ satin ribbon detail that I would have liked to have kept for
myself. There was a lace corset with underwire pushup bra that had metal
closures along center front with a lace up back closure that seemed to
appeal more to the dominatrix personalities. For fun, I enjoyed showing
off a sheer embroidered soft cup triangle bra with adjustable bra straps
and matching boy short panties. Then there were the inevitable open bra
with matching crotch-less panties. The one that got the most giggles,
though, was the classic schoolgirl outfit - a two- piece costume that
included a light blue pleated mini skirt with a naughty short sleeve tie
front top.
As for the toys, they were as varied as the outfits, There was the more
basic "Jelly Cliterrific" which was a surprisingly life-like vibrator
followed by the "Loving Spoon" which was primarily a clitoral stimulator
with a bendable. The "Chocolate Thriller" was a blatant stereotype of a
black dick, a thick and generous vibe that was nine inches long, with
lifelike veins and a soft jelly chocolate brown cover. I thought it was
a little creepy but it got a stir from the ladies. The "Double Delight"
reminded me one of the few toys I owned myself. It was soft-to-the-touch
that was flexible enough to bend completely in half. I guess for some
women they would use to do a DP on themselves but I preferred to use mine
together with a friend.
I was half-hoping that I would get to demonstrate that with one of the
women but Wanda kept a tight rein on me. Somehow she seemed to sense
that this one in particular was appealing to me and she gave me a warning
eye to behave myself! I was most intrigued by the "Pleasure Pods". They
were made of silicone for a supposed soft, natural feel. The pods were
designed to be insert in the vagina to provide pleasurable sensations
while exercising your PC muscles. What got me interested was the
description said that the Pods could be worn during everyday activities
and were easily retrieved. I was definitely going to have to talk to
Wanda to see if I qualified for an employee discount!
As the evening started to come to an end, the wine was flowing and the
women were becoming even more comfortable with the situation, talking
non-stop now when I was in the room and even making more personal
comments about me as well as the outfit. Things finally seemed to break
completely when I came down in the last "outfit" - wearing nothing but a
thin black thong leaving me totally topless. OK, so did this really
qualify as lingerie? Upstairs I'd checked the hangar and the ones next
to it to be sure but it was obvious that the only thing I was supposed to
be wearing was this skimpy black thong. It was more like a few pieces of
string with a small triangle that tried valiantly, but failed miserably,
to cover my pussy.
This time I brought with me a monster vibrator-dildo combination. Called
the "Pharaoh's Secret", it was touted as the perfect clitoral stimulator
designed to send powerful pleasure to three different erogenous zones.
It even had separate multi-speed controls that allowed you to customize
the sensations. As I displayed it, Wanda revealed that the Pharaoh had a
secret as well - a tiny- but-intense vibe located in the tip of the
slender, flexible anal stimulator. The monster was over nine inches long
and almost two inches in diameter.
Walking into the room this time, things were quite different than they
had been just a few hours earlier. Just the number of open wine bottles
should have been enough to tell anyone the state of mind most of them
were in. It was all I could do to keep a straight face when I walked in
and this time, instead of meeting a wall of silence like I had the first
time, this time I was greeted with cheers and applause.
"Love the top!"
"Nice ass!"
"Oh my god, look what she bought this time!"
I felt more turned-on than I had all night this time as I walked among
them with nothing on but my heels and a barely visible thong. After
walking down the stairs and on into the room, the so-called thong had
pulled up into my pussy, all but disappearing from sight. I teased them
with the Pharaoh vibrator, holding it out for them and then pulling it
away as they reached for it. As Wanda described the thong I was
supposedly wearing, I ran the larger section of the vibrator between my
boobs, turning it on so it gyrated obscenely between them. Well, I
certainly had their full attention, that was for sure!
"Put it in!' one of the women suggested to me.
"Yeah, let's see it in action," another called out.
A couple of them were apparently more drunk than the others but a stern
look from Wanda told me that no matter what they said, I was NOT to
masturbate with it. Besides, it was clear that a couple of the women
were a little less comfortable with what was turning into more of a sex
show than a lingerie show. Still, it was the last outfit and toy for the
night so Wanda seemed to be a little less worried about things.
"OK girls, can you imagine using that monster in bed tonight?" Wanda
teased them, nodding her head at me and grinning.
I took the hint and pressed it between my legs, letting the vibrating
head press against my exposed clit, running it up and down between my
legs. I even dared to press it in just a little bit into my pussy this
time. God, I was really getting horny now and it was all I could do to
resist thrusting it up inside of me! Somehow I didn't think too many of
the women would have minded if I had but Wanda broke in and said it was
time for finish things up. She just winked at me and I knew she
understood how horny I was. It was probably for the best but still, I
had been watching a couple of the girls in particular who I think might
have even helped me push it in!
"I think we better let Kelly go back upstairs and finish up, don't you
girls agree?" Wanda teased them. Actually, that didn't sound like a bad
idea to me. Besides, I wouldn't have minded if a couple of them had
joined me!
Back in the bedroom, I closed the door and flopped back on the bed,
clutching the Pharaoh dildo to my chest. I held it up and turned it on.
Crap, it was truly obscene! The more I watched, the more I started to
wonder what it would feel like. Wanda would undoubtedly be busy for a
while closing out the party and taking orders. What would it hurt?
I actually had to think for a moment as to how I was going to use the
damn thing. Finally I decided there was really no other way than to put
it in both holes at the same time. Now mind you, anal sex is NOT
something I normally care for and while I have fondled my ass a few times
in the shower, the only time I have been fucked in the rear has been at
parties where things have gotten out of hand. It's not so much I don't
like the feeling, it really doesn't hurt so long as I'm lubricated
properly. There's just something about knowing it's in my ASS that turns
me off. It's much the same as I feel about sex with dogs. The one time
I did it I have to admit I enjoyed the experience but now the thought of
it grosses me out because I can't get past the idea that it is a DOG that
was fucking me. So it is with anal sex. I probably could enjoy the
sensations it gives me but the thought of what is happening just
overwhelms any sensuality I might feel about it.
I noticed that Barbara had some lotion on her dresser which I used to get
the dildo ready. Laying on my back on the bed, I put a pillow under my
ass so my pussy and butt were up in the air. Positioning the dildo with
one end at the entrance to my pussy and the other at my asshole, I took a
deep breath and started to push it into me. For the moment I had it
turned off so it was just like trying to ram any regular dildo up into
me, except I'd never done it in my ass at the same time! My pussy was
more than a little excited from the events of the evening. Even if the
women hadn't been as outgoing as their husbands may have been, it still
had turned into a fun experience by the end. I couldn't help but wonder
what might have happened if after another bottle of wine if I showed nude
and actually used one of the toys!
A gasp slipped from my mouth as the head of the dildo forced its way into
my tight ass and began to slip into me. At the same time, the one in my
pussy was now a couple of inches in and soon they both were in me most of
the way. Now I had to pause for a moment to gather my senses as I worked
up the courage to turn it on. Damn, even with them sitting still in me
it was enough to drive me crazy! I wiggled it just a little and it felt
positively weird to feel both my ass and my pussy respond. Throwing
caution to the wind, I turned on the switch, making sure the dials were
all set to their lowest settings.
OMG... OMG!
A load groan erupted from me as I felt the strangest feeling I've ever
experienced down there. Talk about holy crap! The one in my pussy was
rotating, like some monster finger was me and exploring all around my
insides. The one in my ass didn't move but the vibration at the tip made
me almost jump off the bed. What REALLY set me off was the little
extension on top that had been pressing on my clit but until now, been
rather still and innocuous. It started vibrating as well and my clit
literally erupted in response. What the heck, I turned the knob up
another notch and I couldn't help but cry out. This was insane, crazy,
unimaginable. My clit loved the buzz but it was the way the one in my
pussy was wiggling around that was really making me squirm. I felt like
a monstrous worm was in me, wiggling around like it was trying to find
its way out.
As for the one in my ass, it was just weird feeling, what more can I say?
I'd never had a vibrator up my ass before and to feel it buzzing away
deep up my asshole had to rank up there with the most bizarre sensations
imaginable. Unless you've had one up your ass, I don't know how I can
describe it to anyone.
Feeling wonderful I just laid back, my ass propped up on the pillow, not
even moving but instead letting the toy do all the work. Frankly, I was
afraid to take the setting to the highest level. That damn worm was
already going crazy in my pussy - would it rip me up inside? The one in
my ass was, well I don't have words to describe it. Another level up and
I didn't how I might respond. Damn, would it even maybe make me shit?
As far as I was concerned, things were perfect as they were so I just
closed my eyes and let the waves of pleasure and lust roll over me like
breakers crashing on the beach. What I REALLY wanted was to cum. Hell,
it was beyond wanting, I NEEDED to cum. As I held onto it with both
hands, letting the motion and vibrations do to me what they would, I
imagined myself downstairs, laying in the middle of the living room while
the women all watched me, driving myself almost insane with pleasure
right in front of them. In my heated imagination, they were undressing
and playing with themselves as they watched me, all of us masturbating
and fucking ourselves in one big lesbian group.
"Oh fuck!" I cried out, my eyes clenched tightly closed. My hips rose up
almost like I was having some sort of spasm. Finally I was cumming.
Fuck was I ever cumming!
"OH MY GOD!" I all but screamed out, trying to control myself but it was
a losing battle.
My body was taking over, forcing my conscious mind to relinquish control
as my orgasm wracked my body. It was like I just wanted it so badly,
needed it so much, that it was making sure I couldn't somehow stop myself
from finishing what I had started.
I tried to open my eyes but it was like the room was spinning in circles,
everything out of focus, so I closed them again. I couldn't hear
anything but my own cries of pleasure, my panting breath, the pounding of
my ass on the bed as I humped this imaginary monster cock that was
violating me every which way imaginable.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" was all I could get out as I collapsed on the
bed. Somehow I managed to turn the damn thing off but it remained shoved
deep inside of me.
My chest hurt as I couldn't hardly breath, my pulse racing like I'd just
run a mile. My pussy was positively THROBBING, like another heart had
suddenly appeared and was beating a mile a minute expect instead of
pumping blood, it was sending the most incredibly pleasurable elixir
imaginable throughout my entire body. To think that I had thought my
earlier orgasms had been great today. Hell, those were nothing compared
to what I had just done to myself.
"OK girls, now that you've seen how well it works, how many should I
order?"
What the hell? Somehow I managed to turn my head and squinted at the
door. As my eyes gradually focused, I realized that Wanda was there
along with Barbara and several of the girls from the party. Damn, how
long had they been watching? What had they seen? Evidently quite a bit
from the look on their faces.
"Well, didn't I say that thing works great or what?" Wanda exclaimed,
ever the sales lady, "I have enough with me for each of you to have your
own if you want to cum like THAT tonight yourself."
So that was it, she had sneaked them up hoping I would do exactly what I
had done. She had seen how worked up I was during my last showing and
undoubtedly knew I wouldn't be able to resist pleasuring myself when I
was alone in the bedroom. Again, I wondered how much they had seen?
Despite my curiously, I couldn't say anything or respond to them at all
before they left to go back to the living room. Wanda was the last to
leave and she just winked and gave me a thumbs up.
My head sank back onto the bed behind me and I just laid there,
motionless with the dildo still stuck up my ass and pussy. It was like I
had been totally drained, like I had just worked out at the gym and was
completely worn out. Reaching down, I pulled the Pharaoh out of me and
as it slid out, I practically cried out again as it stimulated me. God,
it was like my entire body was sensitized to where the slightest touch
was enough to make me jump. I put my arms up over my head, stretching
out over the bed, trying to motivate myself to get up and get dressed but
it was like I was glued to the bed, unable to move. My pussy was still
throbbing but I didn't dare touch it again as I knew I would not be able
to control myself and I really didn't know if I could handle another
orgasm in the state I was in.
"You were great Kelly, that was a record show for me!"
Wanda was back in the room and talking before I even realized the bedroom
door had opened. Somehow I managed to sit up on the edge of the bed and
tried to straighten out my hair with my fingers. My head till felt a
little dizzy and I wasn't sure I trusted myself to stand up yet.
"Wow, so you really did cum that hard, didn't you? I was wondering if it
was just a show for the girls."
I shook my head and mumbled something about not knowing they were
watching.
"Well, I can tell you this, I sold more Pharaohs tonight than I have in
the last three parties combined. You put on quite a show for them.
Normally I wouldn't have wanted that sort of thing but under the
circumstances, I guess it was OK. Hell, you had ME wanting to try one
out!"
I grinned, my head clearing up more now. "Yeah, it really was something
different, I can say that much for sure!"
Wanda reached over to where I had left the incredible dildo. She reached
out and handed it to me.
"Here, you earned this tonight!"
I didn't protest, not one bit, not even to be a little polite. For a
girl who normally wasn't into the toy scene all that much, I was in love!
Yep, this baby was going to get a workout. I suppose I had better but
some rechargeable batteries or I would be spending a fortune on
Duracell's soon.
As I dressed, Wanda told me she was thrilled with me and hoped we could
work together as partners in the future. She even offered to work out a
deal where I could split her commissions rather than just working for a
base salary.
As I left for my apartment, Barbara gave me a hug and thanked me for
"everything you did tonight". She seemed like she was going to say
something more to me but at the last minute either changed her mind or I
was just reading her wrong as she just opened the door for me and let me
out. I looked back and again, got the eerie feeling that she wanted to
say something but I just waved and headed back home. Me and the Pharaoh
had some business to take care of when I got back!
THE END