Colin Johnson - The panty lovers

The thick white cum spewed into her from his wildly-ejaculating penis, filling her mouth with what seemed to be pints and pints of the sweet lust-inspiring liquid and she gasped frantically as she swallowed mouthful after mouthful of his lewd, white cum.

"That's a-girl," he groaned, sadistic even as his body trembled with the power of his climax. "Drink it all. Swallow it down!"

Ann choked and sputtered until she had cleared her throat again, but LaFarge made no move to pull his slowly-deflating penis from her sperm-flooded mouth. "Come on, baby," he jeered. "The night's not over yet. Get it back up for me so I can do some business with your girlfriend here. Get that tongue working again."

Ann realized what he wanted and hated him for it but she dared not disobey again. Perhaps Mr. Birindelli would forgive her for having refused LaFarge's request earlier in the evening if she behaved herself from now on. Besides, she was by now more than a little stimulated herself and was not quite ready to see the evening come to an end.

Taking LaFarge's limp penis delicately in her hands, she lewdly licked him clean and watched the Frenchman's durable penis begin to stir again under this renewed attention.

"Get down there and help her!" ordered LaFarge, shoving Jenifer rudely off the arm of the chair. "Got to get that hard-on back again."

Jenifer looked bewildered by these instructions, but she caught her balance quickly and crouched next to Ann, looking up at the fashion designer for instructions.

"That's it! One from each side! Go to work!" he commanded with his husky French accent, spreading his legs even further apart to accommodate both women between his knees.

The two models looked at each other and both simultaneously repressed an urge to giggle, knowing instinctively that nothing would infuriate their "boyfriend" more. Then Jenifer deliberately slid back the foreskin of his penis and introduced the soft limp cock-head into her open mouth, while Ann did her best with the stout trunk of the slowly-expanding instrument, running her lips up and down the length of it.

LaFarge looked down at the two beautiful young models so lewdly sucking between his legs and almost went out of his mind. In a lifetime of wild living, he had never seen anything quite as erotic and exciting as having his cock fondled by two women at once. Really, he thought, I must consider giving Wonder-Wear a little business. This time Birindelli really outdid himself!

Nor did Birindelli disagree, watching the lewd scene from the camera room behind the one-way mirror. Adjusting his pants to allow for the uncomfortably large erection which had suddenly arisen, the vice president corrected the focal length on his camera and prepared to shoot a photograph which would be a masterpiece of erotic art. Jenifer and Ann were kneeling face to face so close that their breasts were almost touching, both of them obscenely moving their glistening parted lips over the European's now fully erect penis, their lips sometimes meeting in the middle.

"Move closer!" commanded LaFarge, excited by the possibilities offered by this unexpected situation.

"To you?" asked Ann, not quite getting the point.

"No, stupid, to each other. I want to see your bodies touching."

"This'll be something new, even for me," admitted Jenifer, a little dubious, but she inched forward on her knees until her belly and loins were fully in contact with Ann's supplely yielding body.

"Now I want you to kiss," he said slowly and distinctly, a perverted sadistic smile lighting up his cruel arrogant face. "But with me in the middle."

Ann did not like this business in the slightest, but since the evening seemed destined to be spent at the bottom of the moral barrel, she decided there was no point in trying to be righteous now. Besides, she was thoroughly aroused by all that had happened, particularly the notion that their boss was photographing every one of LaFarge's weird orders, and she liked the feeling of another naked body touching hers, even if it was a woman's.

As usual, Jenifer led the way, first giving Ann a long meaningful glance and then taking LaFarge's penis between her lips from one side. Ann responded by closing her mouth over the hard turgid gland from the other side and their lips met in the middle. Ann felt Jenifer's arms go around her and tried to let her body relax, even though her drunken mind was rebelling against the lesbian overtones to this situation.

"Ah, ain't that sweet," commented LaFarge mockingly. "A really pretty pair of dykes! All right girls, fun's over. You can get back to each other as soon as old Jacques has left town. Meanwhile you're here to entertain me, not each other. On your feet!"

With his erection fully restored, LaFarge stood up himself and stalked around the room, searching his lewd imagination for new perverted games to play.

"Jenifer, bring me your stockings," he ordered abruptly, obviously having conceived some obscene new entertainment. "I don't think you're going to like this, but then we've been making little Ann do all the work, haven't we?"

Jenifer forced a bright smile and handed the warped Frenchman her silk stockings, discarded along with the rest of her clothing when the orgy had begun.

Still smiling sadistically, LaFarge carefully tied a stocking around each wrist and then ordered the willowy slender model to kneel on the rug with her arms out in front of her.

"Sometimes my girl friends claim that I play too rough," he chattered on cruelly. "So I like to take certain precautions so they don't get mad in the middle of a game and go away."

"Who… what are we going to do?" asked Jenifer, showing some nervousness for the first time.

"Ah-ha!" he crowed happily, his lust-swollen cock waving obscenely back and forth as he laughed. "I thought you were the girl who was always ready for everything!!! Got you worried, eh? Put your arms out here and shut-up!"

Ann saw what was coming, even if Jenifer was still apparently bewildered. The Frenchman was taking the trouble to tie her wrists to the couch so that he could do what he liked with her whether she objected or not. And from the position he was forcing her into – buttocks in the air – she had a pretty good idea of what he had in mind and the young model shuddered at the thought, excited as she was. Surely only animals did what LaFarge was planning to do!

Meanwhile, in the hidden room, Birindelli was going quietly out of his mind with unsatisfied lust. He had all the pictures he needed and there was nothing to do now but wait until that French creep fell asleep or decided he had had enough and went home. Then he could escape from his place of concealment, grab whichever girl was closest and do something about this mountainous erection he was carrying around with him.

Through the one-way mirror, the Wonder-Wear executive watched the lewd Frenchman tie Jenifer tightly to the couch, her vulnerable young body perpendicular to Birindelli's line of vision so that he had a clear view of the model's entire body, her swaying breasts hanging loosely beneath her body as she crouched on her hands and knees, and the openly tempting crevice of her smooth globular buttocks, visible through the thin flimsy panties, stuck up lewdly in the air.

The Frenchman, his mammoth erection still hard and firm, was strutting around his captive, examining her from all sides and proudly stroking his penis. Ann was standing off to one side, looking half-nervous and half-sexy. But Birindelli noticed that her chest was still heaving as if she were excited and the brown nipples on her proud heavy breasts were hard and swollen, another sign that little Miss Ann was turned on good and proper.

A shame to waste a situation like that, thought the vice president dourly. There's a girl all ready to be fucked and here I am trapped back here with this beautiful hard-on. Watching her blow LaFarge nearly drove me up the wall and if I have to stand here and watch Jenifer get it in the ass, I'll go out of my mind!